5.0: Tyree, not Tyreek

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Tyree.

When Rhyme called me telling me to come to A Players Paradise I was a bit thrown off. I worked there on the weekends for extra money, but through the week I just went to school. Once I finished with my classes I left school making the drive out to the isolated building. If you wanted to cheat in peace without your wife finding out, this was definitely the place. I got out of the Aston Martin DB9 on Candy Red Forgiatos locking the doors with the key fob going inside.

As I walked passed the front desk I said, "Hey Sarita. Is Rico in his office?" She gave me a head nod with her head still stuck in a book as I continued down the hall. Once I got to his office I made a beat on the door saying, "Yo Rico!" The door swung open with my brother behind it. We dapped as I asked, "Wassup?" When he moved from in front of me going to his desk I saw the back of a females head.

When she turned around showing her face I licked my teeth loudly as a few choice words begged to roll off of my tongue. "Who is this?" I asked playing stupid as her face fell. "It's me. Your mother, Tynetta." I pushed my lip out saying, "I just had to make sure. You look worse everytime I see you." Blunt maybe even harsh but it was the truth. Skinny, dirty looking in even dirtier clothes with her hair looking a mess.

"Can you have a seat, Tyree?" Rhyme said motioning towards the chair next to her. "Naw, I'm good." I said crossing my arms over my chest. "It wasn't a question," Rico said sternly. I smacked my lips going towards the chair mumbling, "If it wasn't a question why the fuck you say Can nigga?" I sat in the chair next to her but moved it away like on Maury.

"What is she doing here?" I asked as I sat here annoyed. "I think she'll do better in rehab out here under our watch instead of in Cali." Our? I thought to myself. "She really needs your support through this. She needs a support system. Maybe it'll help her want to finish and stay clean if you visit her in there."

"Visit her where?" I said looking at my brother like he was stupid. "Support her for what? Was she a support system when her brother who took me in was beating my ass everyday? Was she a support system when we were homeless living in a car with 2 of your hoes? Was she a support system when my brother, her other son, died? I don't fucking think so. You know where she was? In somebodies crack house high with a needle in her arm and white residue in her nose. I don't gotta support shit because I've been my own support system!" I yelled getting up throwing the chair back.

"Wait, hold up now. That's custom. Don't break my chair, homeboy." Rico said getting up. I've never in my life wanted to hit a woman until I look at her face and she's my 'mother.' "Tyreek-" my mother said trying to touch me but I yanked away. "It's Tyree," I corrected. "You forgot to add the k on my birth certificate, remember? Oh wait, I'm sorry you probably don't because you were too high."

I could see Rico bug his eyes in shock. Not once have I ever went so hard on her. Anything she did I showed no emotion towards it. I didn't and still don't have high expectations for her. She's disappointed me time and time again. I remember all of the times I wished she would come save me clueless to why she wasn't in my life. It wasn't until one day my uncle was whooping my ass and I was crying for my mother like she could help. He told me to stop crying because the crack whore couldn't do anything.

She started popping up randomly more and more high as a kite pleading for somebody to take her to rehab. It never worked though. She never got clean. I've never seen my mother clean a day in my life. I don't know what that even looks like.

"Can you step out, Tynetta." She looked at me sorrowfully leaving Rico's office. "Sit," Rico said to me pointing at the chair. I sighed picking up the chair I threw then sitting in it. I put my finger to my temple looking off to the right trying to contain my anger. "Act like you got some fucking sense. Look at me when I'm talking to you." I blew out air looking over at him. Rico was definitely the father I never asked for.

"You over here yelling and going on when the woman wants helps. Granted she always wants help then backs out, but notice the effort. At least your mother is alive to try. You have a woman you can help by simply being there and you don't wanna do it. My mother is dead. Dead, Tyree! She got infected with HIV from sharing needles and died. If your mother doesn't get help that could be her next. Get your shit together and go apologize to her." Now it made sense why Rico was always willing to pay for her rehab.

"Why do I have to apologize? She's never apologized to me! She never apologized for hitting the pipe when she was pregnant with me. I could've been slow!" I could see Rico pursing his lips to keep from laughing. "You are a little slow. Just a little. You used to be in the isolated class from everybody else." When he saw my facial expression he said, "Too soon?"

"Way too soon. I'm not apologizing," I said slumping in my seat. "Your name was supposed to be Tyreek?" he asked making me look up. "Yeah, she used to always come to my uncles calling me Tyreek. He corrected her saying it's Tyree then they started arguing about it. He thought she was just high and didn't know her own kids name. He pulled out my birth certificate showing her and she said she forgot the k. I was supposed to be named after somebody, I forgot. Ol' high ass!"

Rico chuckled a bit as I did too. "I remember when you were born. I was like 9 and my dad brought me to the hospital. You were all little and shit. He wanted to get custody, but how the fuck was a pimp gon win that? When Pop's would go and get you to visit you would do everything I told you. You followed my every move. I told myself I'ma always make sure you're straight. I fucked up sometimes, but I was kid taking care of a kid. It was better than you getting ya ass beat."

"You made it do what it do. It's not our fault. We can't choose who are parents are," I said shrugging picking at my nails. "You can't and that's why you need to be there for her. Before your mom would come to me wanting to go to rehab just to get off the streets. Not because she wanted to be clean, but because she owed somebody money. This time she came crying and begging. Found her way to Vegas from Cali and all. I think she means it this time."

I sighed saying, "We'll see. I'll try to visit her, but I damn sure ain't apologizing. Is that it?" I asked standing up. He nodded his head then dapped me up saying, "Do me a favor...Take Royal or whatever the fuck her name is home. Lola left early." I chuckled shaking my head, "Royalty." He waved me off saying, "Same thing." I laughed leaving his office. I know Rico is tired of Lola playing captain save a hoe because in the long run it costs them money.

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Royalty stood in the mirror swishing mouth wash back and forth in her mouth as she stared at herself. After having to give a customer a blowjob for the first time she felt lower than low. Doing everything else this week she could handle, but that had her rethinking everything. She grabbed a toothbrush and toothpaste next beginning to brush her teeth vigorously. She was brushing so hard her gums started to bleed a tiny bit.

Once done Royalty wiped the tears that unintentionally fell opening her mouth wide looking in the mirror. She was brushing so hard she popped one of the wires on her braces. That was one of the clearest indications of her age. Her braces with the pink rubber bands that she's had since her freshman year in high school. Now she was wondering how she would get this fixed.

Could Royalty even go to the doctors and dentist? Don't you need your social security number for that kind of stuff? Royalty had no idea because like any sixteen year old her mother handled that stuff for her. Royalty made a mental note to tell Lola on their car ride home.

She wiped her face picking her phone up that was always dry because she didn't have any of her old numbers. She wondered why Lola even got her a phone. In the contract it stated that she couldn't have any social media aside from Snapchat. She wondered why that one was okay, but didn't argue. Royalty went to the app taking a picture in the mirror then posting it to her story for the first time since moving into the house.

Royalty was making it seem like all was okay when it's not. Royalty sat in a directors style chair watching people's story to pass the time. When Gwen๐Ÿ‘ฏ sent you a snap appeared at the top of her screen Royalty froze. Her heart sped up as she went to open it.

You look good, girl!๐Ÿ˜ Where the hell have you been?

Royalty read it over trying to figure out something to say. She clicked on the text box about to reply when she dropped her phone at the deep voice startling her, "Hey!" Royalty clutched her chest looking up to see Tyree standing in the doorway. "What the hell are you doing sneaking around here?!" Royalty said with attitude getting up feeling around the floor for her phone. When she picked it up the screen was shattered.

"Damn, my fault." Tyree said nonchalantly. If this was her old Android it would've been perfectly intact, Royalty thought to herself. She sighed dropping it into her Gucci purse asking, "What are you doing here?" "I can't be at my future business?" Tyree asked mockingly. "I have to take you home, so let's go." Royalty looked at him asking, "Where's Lola?" "Gone. Anymore questions?"

Royalty shook her head no putting her purse on her shoulder then following behind him. As they walked through the pretty much empty building they noticed Sarita was gone too so they figured she left with Lola. They walked out to see it was now dark as stars dressed the Nevada sky. When Tyree went over to the drivers side Royalty stood at the front of the car not moving. Tyree looked up from the door handle to her saying, "Whatchu waiting on? Go to your side."

Royalty crossed her arms. "You need to open my door." Tyree laughed looking at her crazy. So now she wanna demand respect? He thought to himself. "What's wrong with your hands? They were working just fine the other day," he said referring to the lesson he gave her on dick sucking. "My mother said if you're with a male they have to open my door."

"Well, your mother isn't here. Now is she? Get in the damn car before you get left." Tyree said getting in the drivers side. When he saw her post up and sit on the hood of the car he groaned. He honked the horn of the Aston Martin but she didn't budge. Tyree got out of the car angrily stomping to the passenger side yanking the door open. "You're annoying as hell!" Royalty walked over getting in the car smiling like a Chester cat saying, "Thank you kind sir."

Tyree slammed the door going over to the drivers side getting in. As they made the drive home it was pretty quiet except the Bryson Tiller playing. Tyree looked over at Royalty as she sang while looking out of the window. Tyree slowly turned down the music in the hopes of hearing her, but she immediately noticed looking over at him stopping. "Can you sing?" "No," Royalty spat out immediately.

"Yes, you can. I heard you," Tyree said as he pushed on the gas when the light turned green. "You didn't hear anything. When you sing along to music you always sound good." "If you say so." Royalty went back to looking out of the window. She was trying to memorize the route from A Players Paradise to the house, but it seemed impossible because it was an almost hour drive.

"Do you have friends? You're always in the pool house by yourself a lot," Royalty inquired looking over at him. "Yeah, I just don't bring them to the house. Rhyme doesn't like strangers at the house. Well, I guess you're an exception." Tyree said looking from the road to Royalty. "You still consider me a stranger?"

"I don't know anything but your name." And what you look like naked, but that's neither here nor there. "That's a stranger," Tyree stated. "I'm 5'1", my favorite color is black, I hate cats, I like to dance and sing. Am I still a stranger?" "I just asked you a minute ago could you sing. So you lied?" Royalty held her finger up correcting him by saying, "I said like, not can. There's a difference."

"You can," Tyree said trailing off going back to being quiet. He realized he's been talking too much and getting too friendly. That's why he was surprised when his brother told him to take her home. That's an hour alone with her Rhyme can't account for. "Why'd you get all weird again?" Royalty asked not liking the silence. When Tyree didn't say anything she asked, "Is Rhyme really that bad? Everybody seems scared of him."

"He can get that bad," Tyree said honestly. Tyree was surprised the house has been this calm for this long. Tyree thinks it has something to do with Royalty being here. Either way he was glad if that meant a more calm and lenient Rhyme. "Oh. Did we finish all of our lessons? Because on Monday I think I start..." Royalty couldn't even finish the sentence.

Tyree looked over at her seeing how she shrunk into the seat. He knew she was scared out of her mind. He really just didn't understand why she didn't go home. "You okay?" Tyree asked putting his hand on her thigh. Royalty looked down at it feeling her nerves ease. Royalty nodded her head making Tyree say, "Cool. And yeah, the teacher has nothing more to teach the student. You're a fast learner." "I had a good teacher," Royalty said looking over at Tyree smiling.

One thing Royalty noticed is Tyree rarely smiled. When he did it looked forced and even painful. She wondered what he's been through to make him that way. Neither of them even realized Tyree's hand was still on her thigh. Tyree looked over seeing it, but looking at her thighs exposed under a short skirt. After today's events with his mother showing up only one thing could make him happy. "One for the road?" Tyree asked getting a confused look from Royalty. "What?"

Tyree said nothing undoing her seatbelt as Royalty watched it zip back. "What are you doing?" When Tyree's hand found its way between Royalty's warm thighs and up her skirt the only thing she could say is, "W-wait! You're driving. This isn't safe." As Tyree pushed her underwear to the side she looked at the road occupied by only a few cars.

Tyree was curious as to why even when he catches Royalty off guard she's always already wet. The truth was anytime Tyree stepped in the same room as her the flood gates opened. Even when Royalty was working she was imagining it was him so she would be less disgusted or nervous. "What if somebody sees?" Royalty asked looking at the car next to them at the red light. Tyree moved her right leg up so it was sitting in the seat saying, "Tinted windows."

"But, Ty-" When Tyree parted her lips sliding a finger in her shutting her up he was glad. She was asking too many questions for his liking. From their lessons Tyree noticed Royalty always bit in her bottom lip trying to suppress a moan. "Let it out," he said looking at her adding another finger. When she let a moan escape her lips he gave a look of satisfaction speeding up his motions.

Somebody honked their horn because Tyree was coming over into their lane making him pay attention to the road again. With his left hand he quickly switched lanes pulling over to the side. When Royalty's walls tightened along with her grip on his wrist he knew she was close. He watched the leg that was propped up tremble as Royalty pushed his hand away. Tyree looked at Royalty in amusement as he licked his fingers.

"That wasn't cool. We could've got in a wreck and I would be the one to die because I didn't have my seatbelt on. I could've flew out the windshield!" Royalty was trying to play mad, but she knew she enjoyed it. Tyree just shrugged pointing at the red and black interior of the car that was wet. "You might wanna clean that up." Royalty rolled her eyes.

"You're so quiet.." Tyree said making Royalty say, "What?" She felt like she never knew what he was talking about. "You're quiet. You don't gotta be scared to make noise." Royalty furrowed up her brows saying, "I'm not scared. I just don't want to be one of those annoying girls screaming like somebody killed them." "So you hold back? Just let it out."

Tyree went into the glove box grabbing wet wipes. He lifted Royalty's legs up wiping off the seat. He didn't want to hear his brothers mouth asking him what he "spilled" in his car. "Now my seat's wet," Royalty said as her thighs hit the interior. "It was already wet," Tyree said laughing getting a glare from her.

Royalty looked over at Tyree wondering why they were still sitting there. Tyree was too busy responding to a text message from some girl in his art history class to notice Royalty staring at him. Here he was with Royalty, but setting up a "study session." When Royalty climbed over the middle counsel into his lap he looked up from his phone at the girl strangely.

"What are you doing?" Tyree asked as Royalty unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. "Hello?" He asked lowering his head getting in her face. Deep down he was loving the fact she was actually taking initiative. Tyree chuckled lifting her up to help her get his pants down. If she wants it, he'll give it to her.

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Rhyme honked his horn at the car swerving into his lane. "Get yo ass in yo lane!" He shouted as if the person could hear him inside his vehicle. He watched as the black car switched lanes saying, "That's right muh fucker! Probably drunk," he said shaking his head as he felt a hand rub his arm. "Calm down," her soothing voice cooed as he locked eyes with her. "I am calm. People just can't drive."

Rhyme went back to looking at the road as Karina continued to caress his arm. He cleared his throat pushing her hand off of him. Rhyme has been dodging her advances all week but it was becoming harder and harder. Now he was taking her home because her car wouldn't start. He was the only one left at A Players Paradise so he had no choice.

"No need for road rage. There's no rush," Karina purred as she rubbed her hand over Rhyme's head then let her index finger trace along his ear. "Just relax, Daddy," she said gliding her hand down Rhyme's torso to his crotch. When she started to rub Rhyme's dick twitched in his pants. "You crazy," Rhyme said doing a nervous laugh pushing her hand away.

Rhyme had more respect for Lola than to go out like that. They had rules in place that needed to be followed. If you really felt passionate about something or even someone they would discuss it then you would get a pass to do what you want. Rhyme knew if he didn't abide by these rules Lola could divorce him and that meant she got half of everything. Rhyme was just fine with Lola getting her 25% right now over her getting 50% later after a divorce. Their partnership was solid the way it was.

When Karina wouldn't let up he mushed her head into the side of the window saying, "Chill the fuck out! I'm not gon tell you again. That's sexual

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