Game Over by Winter Ramos Page A

used. Chink rarely stopped by the spot. When he did, it was usually for some ass. Most of the time, he was at the studio or taking care of his business affairs for Murder Inc. Other times, he was at home with hi s baby’s momma who lived only two blocks away. By this time, it didn’t bother me, my feelings didn’t come into play. He was serving a purpose and I’d gotten the memo on his juggling act. He snored like a grizzly bear anyway so he did me a favor. It was crazy how he’d bring other girls or “friends” to the apartment where I lay my head. Even though I didn’t care, that was downright rude.
    One night in particular he waltzed into the bedroom where we both slept whenever he came through. After tapping me on the shoulder he allowed the most asinine words to come from his mouth.
    “Go sleep on the couch.”
    That shit was historic! He had balls . I turned to see a woman standing behind him. “Whatever nigga,” I said, while grabbing my blanket and hauling ass toward the couch.
    But Chink’s antics didn’t bother me because I was getting used to the game. One day, Janine and I were out on 57 th & Broadway when we saw a yellow Lambo getting towed. Obviously, the sight drew attention. Janine and I went over to investigate, figuring the owner was probably someone famous. Come to find out, it was. The owner was Swizz Beatz. Bingo , I told myself. He introduced himself to Janine and me like he knew us. He didn’t seem to be stuck on himself. I liked that. He even told us why his car was being towed. He said he was having it shipped out of New York.
    After our small talk , I got his number.
    Now I knew exactly who Swi zz Beatz was. I knew he was a producer and I knew he had his own company, Full Surface. But most importantly, I knew he was married. I had no intention of being a home wrecker. Just like Chink, I was merely hoping to use Swizz to serve a purpose. You know, maybe get a few vacations and high priced bags out of him. In the beginning, that’s exactly how things went between us. We’d eat at fancy restaurants late at night after he finished at the studio or meet up somewhere discreet just to spend a little time with one another. Swizz was one of those arrogant, inconsiderate brothers who thinks the world revolves around him so he always told me when and where to meet him. Most times it was somewhere secluded, away from wandering eyes.
    Our relationship grew quickly the moment we ‘got it in’ for the first time. Of course, Swizz kept us a secret. Since he was married, it was self-explanatory. He also didn’t really want the industry in his business. He preferred to keep everything about us between us, which was all good with me.
    So it came as no surprise that we’d meet in the most unlikely places. The Full Surface office is where I first got christened and realized he was the biggest I’d ever had. Table top, on the desk, he punished the pussy amongst the many music related plaques that lined the wall. Posters of his first son and even a portrait of him and Mashonda had its place on the wall too. How disrespectful , I thought. Every time my eyes peered at Mashonda’s oversized portrait on the wall I felt like she was putting a hex on me.
    He treated me like it was the best he’d ever ha d requesting more as soon as each session ended. I was flattered so when he called me just a few weeks later and asked me to meet him not far from the studio, I agreed. The moment our eyes connected I knew what it was. “Let me get some,” he commented. I kept thinking maybe we’d go to a hotel, but no….he meant right then. Next thing I knew we were in the back seat of my car with him on top of me giving me swollen lips once again. Sometimes I would literally be in pain after fucking him. I mean I could feel my uterus tilting often when we were done, and I was barely able to walk.
    That went on for a while, wild sexcapades and sporadic meetings. Swizz was crafty like that. At the time, of course, Chink