Forever My Lady

By Malcolm U. Simmons

Inspired by a true story. Gavin Steele has traveled the world and has riches that most could only dream of. What matters the most to Gavin is the love for the music that has been a part of his life since he was a child. Gavin thought he had it all until he meets the love of his life, Gabrielle. Together they share a lavish life of luxury. But will Gavin's past be the end of the two of them and the love they share.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 1, 2011
• ISBN: 9781257358335

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CHAPTER 1

I’ve been sitting in the back of this club for about an hour now. In the past few months I’ve been ridiculed, ostracized and in some cases treated like royalty. My name is Gavin Steele and I’m at a point in my life where I don’t know whether living another day is the best option for me. As I watch the ladies come and go through the club doors and sway in rhythmic motions on the dance floor I imagine my life just a few short years ago. A recent widower of a wife who took her own life, my life has become a monotonous series of drinks dates and the club scene, which I had sworn off many years before.

I had always been known as a sort of ladies man, for what reason I don’t know. Women have always seemed to be in my inner circle. I’ve never had to approach them nor stalk them but I’ve always had my choice of some of the finest sisters that this country has to offer. In the late eighties to early nineties I had a string of records that were in heavy rotation on radio stations across the country. I was a star, even after I retired in 2004. Everybody loved me or wanted what I could give them. I was a Thinking Thug, the most intelligent gangster rapper ever. Known for my violent first hand descriptions of some of the most horrific crimes ever recorded. I always had all of the answers, for every murderous dope dealing lyric that I wrote I also backed it up with a conscious, educate the masses, and learn a lesson type lyric. For this reason women flocked to me some wanted to have my child while others wanted me to raise the children they already had. I was a role model to some and the smartest hustler to ever play the game to others.

Even before my rap career began I lived like a star, traveling from city to city as if I were on a 50 state tour. I had houses in seven different states on the east coast. Every house was taken care of by a beautiful woman, some of them I didn’t even know their real names and most to this day I can’t remember. I had been with so many women that if I had written a book about it, it would have made Wilt Chamberland sound like a virgin.

When I was a teenager growing up in Brooklyn, I had a next door neighbor who taught me everything I needed to know about attracting women. Cheryl would always tell me, You don’t need to approach or much less speak to a woman to make them want you.

All you have to do is walk around with a little money, a few nice clothes, an intelligent conversation and a lot of confidence and they’ll come to you.

Cheryl taught me how to kiss a woman where to touch a woman and what to do to drive any woman crazy. Most of the time I think Cheryl received more pleasure from my education than I ever did. We would always meet on her stoop at 7:00pm, no matter what I was doing or where I was I was always there on time. We would sit and talk for hours until everybody on the block had gone in for the night then we would go in Cheryl’s hallway and begin kissing.

Slow down, slow down, you don’t need to kiss nobody that fast. Come here.

Cheryl pulled me closer to her until our lips barley touched and slowly inserted her tongue in my mouth. She made slow circles around my mouth as my tongue followed her lead. Now put one hand on my back, not my butt! My back, now take your other hand and gently caress the back of my neck. Yeah just like that.

After about fifteen minutes of warming up we would go upstairs to Cheryl’s house where my lesson would continue. Shhh, be quiet you know if my momma wakes up she’s gonna kill both of us.

Cheryl stepped closer to me and whispered,

Now show me what you’ve learned.

I began kissing and caressing her as her breathing became heavier.

Now undress me like I showed you.

I began rubbing her back with both hands slowly unhooking her bra. After pulling off her tee-shirt I sucked her young breast slow and gentle allowing my tongue to circle her hard nipple. Cheryl led me to the bed and laid back. I continued to caress her breast as I slid down to unbutton her shorts running my tongue across her waste line. Cheryl began moaning, Don’t stop, don’t stop.

I slowly pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles and ran my tongue across the lips of her vagina. Cheryl’s body tensed up and quickly relaxed as I began kissing, sucking and licking inside and outside of her body. I lifted my self over her body as we joined and became one in perfect motion our bodies moved in total silence.

Oh my God, you’ve been studying haven’t you?

Cheryl said as we both lay back covered with each others sexual juices.

Me and Cheryl’s lessons went on for years no matter who we dated or where we went we always found each other. Even when Cheryl became pregnant we still met in her hallway kissing and holding each other like we were a newlywed couple. Cheryl never said that I was the father of her son, being that she was eighteen and I was only fourteen. She told everyone that the father was her boyfriend Erskin. As the years went buy there was no denying whose child it really was.

Cheryl moved back to Jamaica with Erskin just before I signed my first record deal. I will always cherish the lessons that me and Cheryl shared but sometimes I think she taught me to well and that’s the reason I’m in the position I’m in today. Over the years I traveled the world and always saw Cheryl when I performed in Jamaica. I even moved her and her son back to the states after her and Erskin divorced. I bought them a beautiful home in Virginia Beach Va. I loved having Cheryl around and seeing my son grow up. Although we remained best friends, a part of me wished we could have gotten married. But what woman would want to marry me besides one of the many groupies that were down for whatever after every show. Indulging in my superstar lifestyle is why I contemplate suicide daily.

CHAPTER 2

I landed in Milwaukee on a cold December afternoon. I was there to record a cameo for a local rapper as a favor to a friend. After settling into my suite I decided I would go out and have a drink in the hotel lounge. I never was that much of a drinker so after one and a half cognacs and two hours down the drain I was ready to call it a night. Plus I was tired of signing autographs and taking pictures with groupies, especially the male groupies. There’s nothing worse than a grown ass man acting like a little bitch because he just saw his favorite rapper. Just as I was about to leave I saw what had to have been the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was a brown skin sister with natural hazel eyes, long wavy hair that almost looked wet. Her legs looked as if they had been sculpted out of brown Italian marble. I looked away as if I hadn’t noticed her, just as two young white boys began pointing at me from the lobby. She took a seat and smiled,

I think you have a couple of admirers.

I smiled back, you don’t even know the half.

I proceeded to get up to sign autographs for the young boys.

Would you watch my drink while I go talk to these kids for a minute?

Sure she replied.

But don’t stay to long because I’ll be leaving soon.

I glanced back and headed for the lobby. After signing autographs for them and all of their friends that weren’t there and numerous cell phone snap shots I began walking back to the lounge, shaking hands and giving pounds all the way. When I looked toward the table that the young lady had been sitting she was gone. Thinking she must have gotten tired of waiting for me, I walked to the booth I was sitting at. My heart started beating a thousand beats a minute when I noticed that Ms. Beautiful Brown Skin was sitting across from the seat I had once occupied. I sat down, extended my hand and introduced myself.

Hi I’m Gavin.

She placed her hand in mine and spoke barley above a whisper.

Nice to meet you Gavin, I’m Gabrielle.

I felt as though I was twelve years old again, thinking of how good our names sounded together.

Are you from Milwaukee? I asked, trying not to stutter or let my voice crack.

No I’m just here for a photo shoot.

So you’re a model?

Yes.

As she spoke I began taking notice to her perfect bone structure and beautiful white teethe.

So Gavin, what exactly do you do for a living?

I wasn’t sure if this was a trick question or a joke. For the past several years I’ve been a household name to young and old, rich and poor, white or black. I began to answer with a slight smirk on my face.

I’m an entertainer.

Oh really, and just what kind of entertainer are you?

I’m a rapper.

Well, that would explain the two kids outside and why everybody’s been treating like you’re the pope and they’re waiting for a blessing.

Nah it’s really not like that.

She was everything I had been wanting in my life, a woman who wasn’t star struck, or much less recognized my face. A woman who could love me for the person I am, not who I am.

General conversation continued for the next few hours as I became more intrigued with the person sitting across from me. Within the short time we talked I had fallen in love. Gabrielle opened up to me like no one has ever done before. She told me about her childhood growing up in North Carolina and everything that made her the woman she was today. Her mother passed when she was very young and she was raised by an aunt. Gabrielle never knew her father and felt as though that was why she often sought the companionship of older men. She began her modeling career at a young age participating in pageants and talent shows all over North Carolina. On numerous occasions we both insisted that we had met somewhere before. We exchanged e-mail addresses. I also gave Gabrielle every phone number that I was remotely associated with. I even gave her my mother’s cell phone number. We talked and laughed, basking in the enjoyment of each others company. Just listening to Gabrielle’s voice was enough for me to ignore the time, and my body’s desperate cry for sleep. You know, you really don’t seem like the gangster rapper type.

And just what would the gangster rapper type be like.

Well you know acting all tough and ending every sentence with ya na’t I mean."’

We both fell out laughing at her best impression of a hard core rapper.

Well it’s like I’ve told people before when they questioned whether I kept it real or not, you don’t have to be the part to play the part. That’s what I try to tell these kids. The gangster lifestyle that I rap about is the lifestyle that I use to lead but I also educated myself so I wouldn’t have to repeat myself for having a limited vocabulary, ya na’t I mean."

We both began to laugh.

Gavin, it’s been so nice talking to you. I think you must be one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met, but I’ve got a photo shoot at 1:00 tomorrow so I’ve got to call it a night. My mind wanted to beg her to stay a while longer but my body was about to go into shut down mode from total exhaustion. Yeah I’ve got a busy day ahead of me tomorrow also, but you’ve got my number, or should I say numbers so call me sometime or anytime. And hopefully we’ll bump into each other again someplace.

Oh, I’ll definitely call you, so until next time.

Gabrielle gave me a light brush on the cheek with her lips and began to walk away. I stood there motionless like a child watching his mother leave him after taking him to school for the very first time.

CHAPTER 3

It was the saddest elevator ride I had ever taken. I was oblivious to the people around me. I entered my room and contemplated taking a shower but after sitting on the bed staring at myself in the mirror and thinking about Gabrielle, I just laid back and drifted into a deep sleep.

I woke up at 12:14, fourteen minutes after I was supposed to meet Prince Downtown for lunch. I jumped out of bed and thought of just heading to the lobby and getting a cab. On second thought I’ll just two-way Prince and let him know the deal.

In forty-five minutes flat I was down stairs in the car that Prince sent over for me. After a short drive we arrived at Trio’s, a trendy little restaurant full of over paid yuppies and high priced lawyers. I spotted Prince and his entourage seated in the back of the restaurant, talking loud and using the N word a little too much for my taste. All of these brothers looked out of place. Each wore over sized jewelry and clothes that made them appear to be bigger than they actually were. What up uncle Gav?

Prince said in raspy voice, much deeper than you would imagine would come from his small frame.

What up God.

I always called brothers God since becoming a Five Percenter growing up in Brooklyn.

A yo uncle Gav where you was at last night?

Slang was one thing but butchering the English language with broken English was one of my biggest pet peeves.

Oh man I was just chill’in you know just doing my thing on the low.

A flash of Gabrielle came to my mind but was quickly interrupted by Princes’ voice.

"My moms wanted to know why you aint call her last week.

She told me to tell you to holla at her when I saw you."

A’ight. So yo what’s this track you working on anyway?

Man you’re gonna love it, all I need is a little hook from my favorite uncle and it’s a rap.

We all sat around talking for the next couple of hours. Everybody asking me, how it was working with this rapper or did I really sleep with this singer or that actress. I never realized that so much of my personal business was public knowledge. I guess that’s the price of being in a twenty-four hour spotlight.

We left the restaurant and headed to the studio. Prince had a small convoy of vehicles that he always traveled with. He needed a car for him and his two bodyguards, two cars were designated for his crew and another for his personal assistant and manager and whoever else might be tagging along for the day. I continued checking my two-way in hopes that Gabrielle had sent a message and I just didn’t feel the vibration. With no messages posted I sat back and enjoyed the sights of Milwaukee.

"Hey uncle Gav, let me know when you headed back to New York, ‘cause I think I’m a roll out wit’cha and spend some time with moms.

You better have a bag packed ‘cause I’m pulling out tomorrow.

Word? Aint no problem though, just let me know what time to swing through and pick you up.

Prince continued talking throughout our ride to the studio but I had long tuned him out, thinking about Gabrielle. It seemed amazing to me that after just one night of talking that this woman could have me sprung like this. I’ve heard of people having a soul mate and knowing that that was the person they were going to spend the rest of their life with from a first encounter, but I never thought it was true, until now.

We finally arrived at the studio. The parking lot was behind an old two story brick building that looked like it should have been condemned decades ago.