Cali Serenity

| Beverly Hills, CA |

I did all that drinking just to end up back on the plane to Los Angeles.

Chris got a call regarding Royalty and had to do his daddy duties.

I didn't trip, though.  That little nap on the plane was well needed to kind of sober up and before I knew it, I was sitting down with mommy at Crustacean Beverly Hills.

I guess it was only right to spend the rest of my time with my favorite girl before heading back to the A to finish my semester and graduate. 

I sported a pair of black Fashion Nova yoga pants with a baby blue crop top from Shane Justin. I topped it off with a fresh pair of white air force ones with my anklet dangling.

Momma looked so good pretty too with her hair in a sleek bun as her Chanel silver earrings sparkled when she moved her head suddenly.

Her peach colored strapless sun dress clung to her curves, showing every ounce of her MILF'ed up body.

I swear fo god I hope I have that lady shape when I drop my kids one day.

The restaurant wasn't too packed as I stuck my fork down in my LOBSTER MANGO SALAD with my Quinoa baked crab hand roll.

Mommy wasn't too fond of Sushi so she stuck with her usual, Mongolian Lamb with Char Grilled Early Summer Vegetables, and a loaded baked potato.

"You back from Vegas early" she said to me as she cut into her lamb.

"Chris had to go see his daughter so you know how that go"

"Don't I know. Been dealing with that with ya daddy for years" she chuckled. "Did you have a good time?"

"It was okay I guess." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

To be honest, I was just mad that I didn't get the chance to ride his dick again but I aint bout to tell her that.

"How the hell did you even meet Chris Brown?" Mommy asked.

I quickly popped my straw into my mouth, letting the strawberry lemonade hit the back of my throat as I tried to make up an answer.

"I met him in Atlanta at a party.  You know the A is like black Hollywood ma"

She nodded her head as she believed my story.

To be real, she was more into her food so I could of told her the truth and she would have been like "oh okay, that's wassup"

Mommy and me caught up about Bryson and my cute little nephew on how he was ready to move to Walnut since he got a promotion. 

It wasn't too far from LA, bout 45 minutes when traffic is being nice.

I really missed my ole lady as we talked and laughed about some of her craziest moments she had with my auntie Cynthia, and my dad. 

"Dream? Dream is that you!"

Mommy and me looked up and I swear I felt the color leave my face as I looked up to see someone I would have not EVER though to see in Los Angeles.

My mouth hung open as Yummy stood before our table looking better than fucking ever with a Orange Birkin bag on her wrist as her white strapless Christian Dior Jumpsuit looked as if it was made for her body especially. 

"How have you been girlie?"  she asked me as she looked at me with the brightest smile on her face.

My heart began to race as I felt my body become jittery as hell.

My mouth hung open as I dropped my fork, letting it fall into my salad bowl.

"Hi," she said, focusing her attention to mommy. "Are you Dream's mom?

"Yes, I am her mother. And you are?" with a soft smile.

"Oh wow, I see looks run in your family.  My name is Yanique, but people call me Yummy. But me and Dream used to work together in Atlanta. I'm out here on business right now with a client and I saw you across the room and decided to come say hey to you"

"Yummy huh" mommy said, looking her up and down.

She was looking back and forth between us. I swear I was so stuck that I didn't know what to do.

I looked behind me to see her "client" and it was a Stud. She was fine but I'm sure she was out here selling her ass for trips to LA.

"Yes ma'am, but I don't want to intrude on ya'll lunch and keep my business friend waitin" she said, turning around and grabbing a handful of her ass. " Gotta ride her nice big dildo for a new Hermes bag to get that money until I can get back to shake this fat ass in the club. Aint that Right Dreammmmm, you used to throw that kitty and make them niggas spend they life savings in that bitch! How much money did C Breezy give you that night? It must have been some good shit because Y'all on shaderoom mama" She said with emphasizes.

My mom smile quickly turned from a smile to anger instantly.

I couldn't say shit as I felt my mouth run dry as a bitch.

Sort of similar to when niggas was doing that dumb ass cinnamon challenge.

"M...ma....I....ummm" I stammered as she looked at me with rage in her eyes.

"It was nice meeting you.  Oh, by the way Dream, TIP said that if you looking for mo money to pay yo way through college again, just hit him up. You was the star baby, we miss you mami"

Yummy walked off, making her ass jiggle with a big smile on her face back to her he-she friend. 

I tried not to look at my mother but I felt her heat from her gaze across the table.

My mother had mastered that "mother look". You know the one when she either gonna slap the black off you or slap yo teeth to the back of your throat.

"Cali Serenity-Dream" she only said my full name when she was pissed the fuck off. 

"Y-Yes ma'ma." I said, slowly looking up at her as I was ashamed. 

This was the first time I made eye contact since that messy bitch walked away.

"Who the fuck was that bitch and what she talking bout you throwin kitty? You selling yo ass or something?"

"Ma, that girl is crazy. I'm telling you"

"Fuck that. She said you work in a club. What club you working and who is this TIP muthafucka saying if you need money to get through college? Last time I swore you had a fucking presidential scholarship to go to Spelman"

I blinked rapidly as I nervously chewed on the side of my mouth.

My right leg began to shake nervously. There was no way I could lie to my mom.

She would be the shit out of me in this restaurant right now.

"ANSWER ME THE FUCK NOW!" she yelled, making the neighboring diners turn and look at us.

"Ma, please calm down" I said with a shaky voice and tears in my eyes.

I stared at her. There was no calming this woman down at this point and I could see all of Compton mixed with South LA ready to burst through her soul and beat my ass.

I could tell she was anazlying me as her eyes went to the diamond tennis braclent on my wrist, to my brand new Christian Dior bag and my Celine shades that rested on the table next to my tote bag.

"You better say something fo' I beat cho ass in front these white muthafuckas in here" she said she aggressively cut her food.

Her face was red as her nostrils flared, looking like Satan himself.

"Ma, I had a job and its sort of similar to bar tending and group dance classes. Ma, you gotta believe me"

My mother let out a cackle before glaring up at me.

"Do I look fucking stupid to you? That half-way house ho grabbed a handful of that fake ass she got and calls her self Yummy. She said a club. And as tight as her fucking clothes was, I know she either a stripper or selling her nasty ass. The fuck is going on and you better tell me the truth because I will bust ya shit in this restaurant"

"Her looks aint got nun to do-"

"And you and Chris Brown on the shade room...she said you met him in that club"

"Ma-"

"Cali, are you strippin?" she said as she squinted her eyes at me. "Are you shaking yo ass for money?"

"No ma. I aint-"

" I know you fuckin lyin.  I swear if you keep lying to me I will knock yo fuckin head between these two tables" she said through clenched teeth and her lips wrinkled up.

"Ma-"

"Oh you know for a fact yo daddy gonna hear bout this shit. We think you down in Atlanta handling business and you out here tryna be the next damn Diamond from the Players Club"

I looked down at my hands as I felt tears drizzle down my face in shame.

I could see the pain in her face as she threw her hankerchief on the table.

"Why you gotta tell daddy?"

She didn't reply to me as she waved the waiter to come over to us.

Mommy asked for doggy bags and the bill as I sat there with my elbows on the table, with my head in the palm of my hands.

Mommy moved her hand in a "come hither" motion.  I looked at her with tears in my eyes, confused.

"Come on, put them funky ass dollars that you swipe in yo ass and pay for this meal. Im going to the car"

She waited until the waiter returned with the boxes and shoved her foods in the container and snatcher her purse off the table and quickly stormed off, exiting the restaurant.

My chest heaved up and down as I grabbed some money from my YSL wallet and placed the money for the bill. 

I grabbed my food and looked around to see Yummy walking off with her stud, going to the balcony of the restaurant.

I swear if I wasn't worried bout mommy leaving me, I would go out there and get sturdy with that bitch. But I'll be back in Atlanta tomorrow.

Not even a prayer is gonna save that hateful bitch when I catch her in the streets.

Periodt.