Romance

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Anthony Talbert, a.k.a. Animalistic is a rap superstar. He has blown up as they say in the hip-hop industry. Everything he desires is at his fingertips until he meets aspiring writer/filmmaker, Randi Jacobs.

After getting off to a rocky start, Anthony realizes that Randi is everything he wants but more than he deserves. Now all he has to do is convince her that he can be the man that she needs him to be. He vows to make her his as he turns her world upside down.

Once Anthony convinces Randi that this is not a game, she allows him into her world. Will Anthony’s love for Randi be strong enough to keep him from returning to his old habits of meaningless sex with countless of nameless women? Will their new life together be destroyed by the constant temptations of endless beautiful fans? Join Anthony and Randi on a ride of a lifetime as they try to hold on to their tumultuous love affair.

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Chapter 1



“Richmond, Virginia, where the hell are you?” Animalistic yelled as he strutted across the stage. “If you’re in the house, make some fucking noise!” His eyes scanned the massive crowd that filled the coliseum. The giant waves of bodies moved simultaneously to the music that blasted from the huge speakers. The crowd roared.

“I can’t hear you! If you’re loving this shit, make some fucking noise!” He ran across the stage to another section of the audience. The crowd roared again. He walked over to the edge of the platform and looked down into the thousands of hands that frantically reached up for him.

This was the shit, he thought as a huge smile danced across his pretty-boy baby-face. Although he collapsed into bed almost every night from exhaustion, the fans, the money, and the endless array of available pussy made it all worthwhile.

He ripped off his T-shirt and revealed the hard ripped muscles of his chest and abs. His sweat drenched body glistened. The crowd went crazy. He threw the shirt into to the mob of fans that chanted his name. The audience dove over each other and fought to possess the coveted souvenir.

He hurried over to the left side of the stage. As he stood at the edge, he shouted, “Farmville, Virginia, where the fuck are you? Let me hear you make some noise!”

Screams filled the air. He laughed when a girl on the front row lifted up her T-shirt and exposed her breasts to him. This was nothing new. He would probably fuck her before the night was over. That was, if she was clever enough to get backstage. And if she wasn’t, then another young lady would be the recipient of savage lovemaking.

“Let’s get fucking crazy!” He screamed into the microphone.

He walked over to a table, picked up a bottle of Evian water, and guzzled it. Then he poured the rest over his body to cool himself down.

The music changed. Two of his scantily clad female dancers raced onto the stage and took their positions. The crowd went wild when they recognized the music of his current number-one single. Right on cue, the dancers moved and gyrated to the beat that pounded through the arena. He licked his lips and darted back and forth across the stage as he spitted out the lyrics to his multi-platinum single.

And you and me, and me and you,

Rolling on twenty inch dubs,

Hitting all the hottest clubs,

You riding in my limousine,

You checking my bling bling,

Your nigga likes to roam,

Like McCauley, he left you home alone,

Yeah your nigga ain’t shit,

He’s so fucking lazy,

That’s why I got your legs up in the air,

Fucking you like crazy.

He strutted over to one of his dancers and grabbed her from behind. Arrogance danced across his face as his hand slithered over her full round breast and then crept down between her thick man-eating thighs. He molded his body against hers as they gyrated to the nasty beat of the music. After he dragged his tongue up her neck, he quickly bent her over, gave her three quick thrusts from his hips, and then abandoned her as he raced back to the front of the stage. The men hooted and hollered while the women screamed.

I’m Animalistic,

Don’t go ballistic,

Never seen a nigga rhyme,

So damn futuristic.

Niggas don’t know,

How I flow so sweet,

Damn, spread your legs baby,

I think it’s time to eat.

The audience went crazy. He stood at the edge of the stage as his whole body bounced to the beat. His 6’8” frame was drenched with sweat. His baggy jeans hung low on his waist and exposed his cotton boxers. Bursts of fire shot up from the stage and illuminated the dark arena. He continued to spit out lyrics as he gave his hyped fans what they wanted. He would be performing again for another sold-out crowd in two days.

***

Ten hours later, Animalistic rolled over in his bed. He looked at the naked body that lay asleep next to him. The silky black curls of her hair spilled all over her pillow, and although he couldn't see her face, he remembered her. Carla, he thought as he tried to recall her name. She was a good fuck and she gave good head too. She was a freak. He smiled to himself as he thought about the night before. Some of things that he had done to her were considered illegal in many states.

He glanced over at the clock. It was 6:00 in the morning. He didn't have time to hit it again. The bus would be pulling out for Greensboro, North Carolina in less than two hours. He reached over and gave one of her buttocks a quick squeeze before he slid out of bed. A nice swollen ass was one of his biggest weaknesses; and Carla had the kind that made a brother want to sleep in it all night.

He grabbed the empty condom wrapper off the nightstand and tossed it into the trash as he made his way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he awakened sleeping beauty. He thanked her for a good time, gave her a kiss on the forehead and sent her on her way.

***

Randi glanced at her watch. It was 10:05 at night. She had another fifty-five minutes before she could get off from work. It was a long night. Her feet ached from the black stiletto heels that she wore. Her tiny black leather skirt and white tuxedo shirt, were not as neat and tucked in, as they were three hours ago. Strands of her jet-black satin curls, that were once pinned up nicely, fell gently around her face. Her back ached from large round trays that she carried high above her head.

Although the customers were extremely pleasant and the tips were more than respectable, the feeling of going nowhere fast plagued her.

After working at Alexander Deveraux’s for the past two years, she had slowly begun to let go of her dream of becoming a writer. A raisin in the sun, she thought as she remembered the Langston Hughes’ poem about a dream deferred. Back in high school it was just a reading assignment. Recently, the poem had become a painful reminder of her own shortcomings.

As she waited on her customers, she did her best not to reveal her emptiness. She wore a pleasant but manufactured smile that she kept readily available for days like this.

“Do you need any change?" she asked her customer as she picked up the money for the bill.

“No sweetie,” the elderly lady answered. “You keep the change. You have been an absolute pleasure.”

“Thank you.” Randi smiled. “You have a good evening.”

“You too, darling.”

Randi hurried back into the kitchen to turn in her money. Soon after, her best friend Kathy burst through the double doors.

“You’re not going to believe this.”

“What’s wrong?” Randi was concerned. She looked at her friend. Maybe Mr. Allen threatened to fire her again.

“Guess who’s here. You’re never gonna guess who’s here.” She could barely contain her excitement.

“Oh.” Randi lost interest. “Who?” she asked dryly as she continued to count her money.

“No. Guess.” Kathy insisted.

Randi sighed as she looked at her friend. Kathy was about to come undone. Poor child, Randi thought. Although Kathy got hysterical whenever a celebrity dropped by, Randi never paid them much attention. She wasn’t gaga over Hollywood the way Kathy was. She thought the rich and famous were a bunch of spoiled brats that expected people to baby-sit their every need. She wasn't impressed with their status or their egos.

“Kathy, I’m tired and I want to go home. I don’t feel like guessing.” She shifted her weight from one foot to other in an attempt to relieve their throbbing pain.

“Come on.” Kathy begged.

Randi sighed again. She knew that it was someone big by the way Kathy was acting. “Um…” She feigned interest.

“Animalistic!” Kathy blurted out. “Animalistic is here!”

Randi looked at her in disbelief. “Yeah right. Like he would eat here.” She was his biggest fan and Kathy knew this. Her best friend was obviously playing tricks on her. She smiled inwardly as she turned and placed the money in the register. She wouldn‘t mind seeing his pretty-boy bad-boy face tonight.

“You don’t have to believe me.” Kathy went on as she attempted to sound calm and nonchalant. “But he does want to meet you.”

Randi laughed. “You know, I‘ve got those papers on the Golden Gate Bridge, if you‘re interested.“

“OK. But it’s your loss.” Kathy turned and started walking away.

Play along, Randi told herself. “OK Kathy, I’ll bite. Why does Animalistic, the future father of all my 101 children, want with me?”

“I guess he wants to get started.” Kathy laughed. Randi didn't. She had tables to wait on and very little time for games.

“Seriously girl, he saw you and asked me to bring you over.“

“You’re full of it. You know that.” She laughed.

“No, straight up. He’s waiting to meet you.”

“You expect me to believe that Mr. Animalistic, rap star of the century, no, no, rap star of the millennium, is here and wants to meet me.” She eyed her friend to see if she was telling the truth.

“Don’t believe me. Go and see for yourself.”

“OK I will, but if you embarrass me Kathy, if this is a trick, I promise you will be punished and I mean severely.” She smiled.

“Come on, straighten yourself up.” She started tucking Randi’s shirt into her skirt and fixing her hair.

She swatted her hand away. “If he’s already seen me.”

Kathy grabbed her arm and dragged her through the crowded restaurant. They navigated through the tables until they reached his.

At first glance, Randi couldn't see him because he was surrounded by his entourage. When he saw them, he rose to his feet. Randi looked up at him in amazement as he towered over them.

Kathy hadn’t lied, she thought, as her heart decided to take off. Calm down, she told herself. He is only a man. He is only the finest man you have ever seen. He is only your future baby’s daddy.

He smiled broadly revealing all thirty-two of his perfect professionally-whitened teeth. He extended his hand. When Randi extended hers, he took it and brought it to his baby-soft lips. His eyes stayed on her face as they smiled mischievously down at her.

“Animalistic.” he introduced himself.

“Randi,” Her voice cracked out of anxiousness. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Randi Jacobs.” She attempted to sound casual and unimpressed but inside she was doing cartwheels. Now she wished, she would have let Kathy straighten her up.

He tried to make eye contact. However, when she avoided it, his eyes strayed elsewhere. They openly took inventory of her body. One corner of his mouth curled into an approving smile.

“Randi Jacobs.” He repeated her name. “You are fine as hell.” He looked at her like she was the Last Supper and he hadn’t eaten in days.

Randi forced a smile. “I’m a big fan of yours.“

“Really. I guess you’ll be checking us out tomorrow night.” He gestured for her to have a seat.

“I can’t.” she said to the invitation to sit down.

“What about the show, you gonna be there?”

“I’m working tomorrow night.”

“What time do you get off?” He looked at one his boys and gestured for paper and pen.

“Eleven.”

“Peep this. We're having a small party in my hotel room after the show. You could stop by and have a little fun.”

“Sure.” she nodded. Kathy nudged her excitedly.

“Let me give you the hotel name and the room number and I’ll put your name on the list.” One of his boys passed him the paper and pen. He scribbled the information down and handed it to her. “You are gonna check us out, right?” he asked.

She nodded while looking down at the paper.

“Bring some friends.”

“Here comes Mr. Asshole.” Kathy grabbed Randi by the arm. “We’ve got to get back to work.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow night.” he called after her as she was dragged away.

His eyes followed her. He studied the way her hips swayed. She didn’t possess the full voluptuous ass and thighs of the women that he was accustomed to fucking, but he was sure that she could handle him.

“Nice piece of ass,” one of the guys from entourage said.

Nice, he thought, very nice. His smile broadened. He would be knee-deep in that tomorrow night.