God Don't Like Haters 2 by Jordan Belcher Read Free Book Online

grabbed my hand and forced me to take her phone.
"There, it's yours, do what you want with it. I'm going to finish
searching for that mixtape."
    She bumped my shoulder as she brushed past me
and began searching the hotel dresser drawers behind me. With one
hand still on my hip and the other holding her phone, I looked over
my shoulder at her. There was a time, a long time ago, when I had
suspicions that she'd been deceiving me. I thought she was sleeping
with one of our artists, Yayo Love. This was before Eliyah stole
him, before the tape leaked that revealed me and Sundi's affair.
Bloggers had gotten ahold of a photo of Sundi sitting on Yayo
Love's lap in a popular Miami nightclub. He was captured kissing
her on the cheek and she was smiling at the camera. The popular
blogs, mainly GabbyTV, spun the picture as a love connection, and
over the course of a few weeks the story started to gain
ground.
    I questioned Sundi about the rumors when we
were having sex at Hotel d'Angleterre in Geneva, Switzerland. I had
her bent over an enormous bed in our upscale suite, fucking her in
her then 20-year-old pussy from behind. I didn't like what I was
feeling. Her walls felt looser.
    "Is he a better lover than me?" I had asked
her then, right in the middle of sex.
    She turned and looked at me with her brow
creased in a fierce mask of sexual confusion. I was still pounding
her as she stared and moaned.
    "Answer me," I said.
    "You asked me a question?"
    "Yes!" I thrust inside of her harder. "Is
Yayo Love better than me? He must not be if you're still taking
this dick!"
    Angry, she tried to break free from our sex
position. But I managed to get a few more pumps in before she was
able to twist her body and knock my hands off of her hips. She
stood and smacked me across the face.
    "Don't you ever talk to me like that!" she
yelled at me, pointing her finger in my face. "I am not a
whore!"
    "You're not?"
    She tried to smack me again but I grabbed her
wrist.
    "Let me go!"
    "Are you fucking Yayo Love or not?"
    "I won't dignify that question with a
response."
    I squeezed her wrist harder and she winced.
"Answer me!" I ordered. "Did you fuck him?"
    "No!" she screamed.
    I let her wrist go, and she pushed me. I
wanted to punch her right in her pretty little mouth, like I had
done Jazzmine once, and ruin her purple MAC lips that she'd
probably swallowed Yayo Love's cum with, but I couldn't pull myself
to swing on her. I didn't know if she could take a punch like
Jazzmine could.
    "I'm not a whore, La'Renz. If I'm sleeping
with you, then that means I'm only sleeping with you. I may be
young, but I still have my dignity."
    "You can't have too much dignity," I replied.
"I'm married and you're still fucking me."
    "Because I'm in love with you!"
    She stormed off, heading for the bathroom. I
caught up with her and grabbed her arm and spun her naked body
toward me.
    "What did you just say?"
    "I'm in love with you!" she cried, as tears
poured down her cheeks. "I can't believe you, of all people, who
knows those blogs are full of shit, are actually feeding into that
crap about me and Yayo Love."
    "If you're in love with me, then what were
yall doing in that club together, huh? You were on his lap, he was
kissing you ..."
    "You assigned Yayo Love to me as an artist,
La'Renz! Does the cocaine have you that gone?"
    "I wanted you to build his career, not his
sex life."
    "Listen here, you arrogant son of a bitch.
Yayo Love personally asked me to come to that club to celebrate his
birthday with him."
    I scoffed. "He didn't ask me to come."
    "He doesn't like you and you know that."
    "Clearly he likes you."
    "He does. And when that guy asked to take a
picture of us in VIP, Yayo pulled me onto his lap and kissed me
right before the snapshot was taken because he was drunk. I smiled
even though I felt uncomfortable as hell. But I never slept with
him." She was trying to stare me down, but her eyes were so full of
tears she couldn't stop blinking. "I thought you would be glad