Nobody's Girl by Keisha Ervin Page A

to clean himself off.
    â€œYou want me to suck you off, babe?” Lizzy asked with a devilish grin on her face.
    â€œNah, not tonight. I’m good,” J.R. replied without looking up at her. “You can order room service if you want. Just have them put it on my tab. I’m gonna take a shower and head out.”
    â€œIt’s two o’clock in the morning. Where are you going at this time of night?” she asked.
    â€œWhoa, wait a second. Let me explain something to you, Lizzette. You are not my girl or anything remotely close to that, so don’t ever let me catch you questioning me like that again,” J.R. stated. “Just because we fuck from time to time does not mean we are anything more than just that: sex buddies. Do you understand me?” he questioned.
    â€œDamn, J.R., I get it. My bad” she replied as she sucked her teeth. She knew she made him mad when he called her by her full name. He only did that when he was upset with her and he had never talked to her like that before, so that really took her for a loop. For almost a year and a half, they’d been sleeping together. She had known him for three months before they started messing with each other and from the first time it happened, he told her it was just gonna be a physical thing. Lizzy had never been the type to just be somebody’s fuck buddy, but from messing with J.R., the good girl in her had completely gone out the window.
    The two met when she was hired to be his assistant on a three-month tour. She knew who he was from hearing his music on the radio and reading articles about him. She wasn’t the least bit interested in working for him because she figured he was just like the rest of the rappers out there, all about their money, jewelry, bitches, and cars. But while she worked for him, she came to realize how good of a guy he was. He was always nice to his fans and his staff and he carried himself well. When she struck up the nerve to come on to him, he was hesitant because he didn’t want to mix business with pleasure. So the second her task of working with him was over, she showed up at his hotel wearing nothing else but a trench coat and red stilettos and it was on from there.
    J.R. gave her the best sex she ever had. He was a beast in the bed and she was turned out. Lizzy did anything and everything he asked her to do and for the entire year and a half of their arrangement, she made herself his exclusive sex buddy. He always treated Lizzy nice whenever they would get together. They’d even watched a few movies in bed from time to time. So even though he said they’d never be anything more, deep down, Lizzy hoped one day that would change. After the way he reacted to her tonight, though, she was really thrown off. He wasn’t acting like himself at all.
    While in the shower, J.R. couldn’t stop thinking about the article he’d read about the up- and-coming styling company Glam Squad. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Farrah’s picture in the article. He had no idea she was a successful businesswoman when he met her at the club. With this new information, he found himself even more attracted to her. He always wanted a woman who was beautiful, sassy, and independent. And Farrah embodied all those qualities and then some. He felt a little bit guilty that he was daydreaming on a married woman, but the more he tried not to think about her, the more he wanted to get to know her better.
    He would never admit it to anyone, but, J.R. was ready to settle down. Sure, it was fun to travel the world and he could sleep with pretty much whoever he wanted, but he was completely over the phase of sleeping around. When his rapping career took off, he had all types of girls throwing themselves at him and he had a crazy sex life. You name it, he did it. But after a few years of threesomes and sleeping with different types of girls, it just didn’t do anything for him anymore. It all felt