“If I’m not and he pulls something again, I will tell.”
“Cool.”
I knew my man was crazy, and although Mac was annoying, I wasn’t trying to get him killed. I also wanted to make sure my man stayed out of trouble so he could stay out of jail. So for now, Mac was in the clear, but if he persisted with his forwardness, I would be forced to let Tony know.
And Tony didn’t give a fuck. It could be something as simple as another man breathing on my neck, and he would murder him. Especially now that I was his wife, he felt like he had a legal right to murk any man that looked my way.
Just as I started scouring the menu and discussing options with Shanece, my phone buzzed, showing I had a notification from Instagram. Once I unlocked it, I saw it was a direct message.
MacKing: I’ve never wanted a woman as bad as I want you.
MacKing: You gon’ be mine.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
About three days later…
KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Come in!” I shouted, doing work on my computer.
“Hi, boss. Your lunch is here.” Kai entered, holding my meal I’d ordered from this fresh food cafe nearby.
“Thank you. It’s a lot of food, so if you’re hungry, you can have some,” I offered. “Just get a plate and some utensils from the break room.”
“Okay, thank you!” Kai rushed out while I used the bathroom within my office. By the time I came back out, she was walking in. “You are so nice, Camarih.” She looked at me for a little bit as I fixed her plate.
“Thanks.”
“For real. Usually, girls that are as pretty as you and have what you have are rude, entitled, and bitchy.”
“I’ve heard that before. I guess I’m just not a mean person, so what I look like can’t change that. Or as my man says, I don’t know how pretty I am.”
“I think it’s a bit of both. You’re perfect.” She sat down across from me after taking her plate that I’d put food on.
“I am definitely not. No one is except God.”
“Well you’re close. I guess what I mean is I aspire to be like you some day. You’re smart, you have a beautiful family, a fine man, your own business, and might I add that this spa is so pretty and upscale. Even the break room area is plush.”
“I know. I love it.” I ate some of my food. “Thanks for the compliment. I guess it’s good to hear because it reminds you to be thankful for all the blessings you take for granted sometimes.”
“True.” She ate some of her food. “You know, funny enough, before I got this internship, I tried to work at The Pink Cherry.”
“What? Why? You’re in school.”
“I am, but money was tight, so I needed a job. All the rich niggas frequent that place, and if you make the right moves there, you can get paid a lot.”
“Yeah, that is true. Some of the ladies that work there live pretty nicely for what they do.”
“My point exactly. I didn’t get the job though because your man didn’t like my looks.”
“Huh? No, I’m sure that wasn’t it. You’re a beautiful girl.”
“I know, but he told his hiring manager I was too skinny. And everyone knows that if Tony Wacko wouldn’t fuck you, you can’t work at The Pink Cherry.”
“Excuse me?” I perked up.
I knew her little ass didn’t say what I think she said.
“Oh, no. I didn’t mean to offend. It’s just a known fact. The hiring manager, Sean, told me that. He claimed Tony said it himself, and it’s a requirement. That’s why Sean has to take your picture and show Tony, then they call and let you know what he says.”
How didn’t I know this? This nigga had me fucked up.
“I see.”
I refused to sweat or show panic in front of people when they told me things like this. I wanted to save face, and I also wanted to save my energy for Tony.
“Yeah, I heard when he bought the place, he fired all the girls that didn’t fit. But luckily, my mama slipped at some superstore in Colorado while on vacation and got a huge settlement, so she was able to afford my schooling.”
I just nodded because I was done with my food and this conversation.
Hours later, I was finished with my last facial, Kai had cleaned the place, and I’d double-checked the sales with Dana, so I locked up. I headed straight home, texting Tony on the way to see when he’d be there. He told me around 9 p.m., and it was already 7:45 p.m.
By the time I got home, it was 8:25 p.m., since I had to stop by Jilly’s to get my baby. I fed him, bathed him, and then played with his cute self until he passed out. I decided to take a hot bath because I had plans for Tony, and while spreading my line of body butter on my skin, I heard him come into the bedroom.
I slipped into the lace thong that was barely there, along with the matching see-through bra. They both were a vanilla color, and so was the short robe to match what I threw on. I tied my curly golden locks up into a messy bun with tendrils at my nape and temples, then stepped out. I didn’t need perfume because my body butter was just the right volume.
I spotted Tony sitting on the loveseat in our room, in a t-shirt, cloth sweats, and socks, with his shoes already off and next to him. His cologne was in the air, and he was occupied by his phone, so I started his way.
“Hey,” I spoke.
“Sup.” He gave me his attention very briefly, so I removed the robe, tossed it on the arm of the couch, and continued past him. “Aye, aye.” He grabbed my wrist.
Yeah, nigga.
“Yes?”
“Where you going?” His eyes ran amuck over my body in a salacious manner. His big hands graced my hips lightly as he pulled me between his legs.
“Excuse me, nigga. Do I know you?” I attempted to leave from his space.
“Nah, and you ain’t gotta know me to know a nigga wants to eat it up.” He brought me back to him with the swiftness, rising up and bringing me closer while squeezing my ass and pressing his lips to my neck. His comment turned me on for some reason.
“Is that how you talk to the bitches that work for you at The Pink Cherry?”
“What?” He stopped kissing on me to look down into my eyes. “I don’t talk to them hoes.”
Sucking my teeth, I rolled my eyes.
“So it’s not true that if you wouldn’t fuck them, they can’t work there?” He chuckled, licking his sexy lips. “What the fuck is funny, Houston?”
“Shut yo’ ass up talking crazy. Yeah that’s true. So the fuck what? Ain’t like I’m breaking them hoes off; it’s just a requirement.”
“So you work in a club full of bitches you would fuck!”
“Yeah.” His voice was so nonchalant that I had to take a moment to be sure I was hearing the right words.
“Let me go. You’re stupid.”
“Camarih, if niggas don’t wanna fuck them hoes, they ain’t gon’ pay up. So yeah, it gotta be bitches I would stick my dick in working for me. Bitches I would fuck ain’t the same as bitches I would be with. When I see they ass, I think, is this is a bitch I would take to the motel and nut on or nah?”
“Let me go!” I barked. He never knew what to say.
“I’m being honest, and I ain’t letting yo’ ass go.” He sat down, taking me with him so I that was straddling his lap unwillingly. “Buttascotch.” He bear hugged me, pecking the corner of my mouth. “It’s business. I don’t even kick it with them hoes. I peep the photo Sean shows me and that’s it. I may do a walk through, but I don’t be shooting the shit with them bitches. And even if I did, you know I’m only fucking you.”
“For now.”
“Forever. You remember that expensive ass event where you wore that frilly ass dress and had me sounding like a bitch in front of eighty people?” He referred to our wedding.
“Would you hire me?”
“Let me see. Stand up.” He let me out of his lap, so I rose up. He used his fingers to direct me to spin around, as he made faces like he was thinking. “Nah.”
“What! Why!” I reached for my robe to cover up, but he stopped me.
“’Cause I’d want you to my fucking self. I’d rather take you home, nut in you, and call you my bitch.”
“You’re so romantic.” I chuckled, caressing the side of his handsome face as he held my hips, kissing my stomach. “And you’re just saying that.”
“How so? Ain’t that what the fuck I did?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” I smirked, realizing it.
“Come here.” He got up and led me by the hand to the wide full-length mirror in our bedroom. Standing behind me, he said, “Look at yo’ ass.”
“I’m looking.”
“Perfect.” He started to unfasten my bra then took it off. We made eye contact in the mirror as he continued. “These are perfect.” He grabbed my breasts, sending chills down my spine. He then ran his hand down my flat stomach before going around to grab my ass. Coming back in front, he slipped his hand into my panties. “Pussy is perfect.”
“Mmm.” I cooed, feeling him toy with my clit.
“I love yo’ ass.” He made me cum slowly, and I trembled. “Look at me in the mirror,” he instructed, and I followed directions. His free hand toyed with my nipples as he sucked on my neck in between words. “I would never cheat on you.”
“Ah.” I whimpered softly, feeling his finger push inside of me.
We kept eye contact in the mirror as he used his finger to make me cum. When I did, he added another finger, causing me to dig my nails into his forearm.
“See how sexy yo’ ass is when you getting fucked?” He made me look while he stroked my walls with his magical fingers in the mirror.
“Oh-I—” I stammered softly. I didn’t know what to say or how to explain why this felt so good. And the way he spoke, the tone and everything, made this shit feel even better.
“One of my favorite things about you is the face you make when I’m making you cum.” As he said that, he fucked me harder with his fingers, causing my juices to overflow right over his whole hand it seemed.
“Ahhhh.” I cried softly as my body gyrated in his embrace. These panties were ruined.
Slipping his fingers out of me gently, he pushed my underwear down just enough, then released himself to slide into me from behind.
Gripping my shoulder with one hand, he began pounding me while being sure I didn’t close my eyes and kept them on him through the mirror. You could hear our sex bouncing off of the walls because I was so wet, and he was fucking me so hard that our skin had it’s own beat.
“Damn,” he groaned lowly. “You my bitch, and I love you. I would never let another female get this shit.” He talked as I came again. Scooping me up from behind, he growled in my ear, “You understand?” as he walked me to the bed.
“Yes.” I sniveled, preparing myself for the hurting he was about to put down.
What were we talking about again? I always forgot.
7
Shanece Bias
“Oh my gosh.” I panted as my leg shook violently from exploding. Wade had his head between my legs, putting his lovely tongue to work. I never thought I’d meet another man who could make me feel the way Paul did in bed, but sadly, Wade had surpassed him.
Paul was no prude in the bedroom, and neither was Rahim, but Wade was just on a whole other level. He was insatiable, for one, and could go all night long; plus, there was nothing he wouldn’t put his mouth on.
“Good morning,” he whispered in his sexy voice as he trailed his tongue up my stomach. He chuckled softly when I just looked at him. I was too out of breath to speak. “Well I’m guessing you’re telepathically saying good morning and that you love me.” He put his lips to mine and then climbed out of bed.
“I do love you… a lot.” I finally found my voice as I turned on my side. I was sweating and couldn’t wait to take a shower.
“I love you too.”
I watched Wade gather his toiletries for a shower and then pick his clothes out for work. He was now the district manager of the Waldorf, and he’d bought into it now, so he was part owner. I couldn’t believe how much damn money that hotel made, but then again, the price of them rooms were outrageous.
“Do you?” I quizzed.
I asked to make it sound as if I was being playful, but I really wondered.
We’d been married for almost seven months now and had been having sex even longer with no protection, yet I still hadn’t fallen pregnant. I didn’t want to waste anytime having children after my situation with Paul, because I regretted not giving him a baby. Even still, now that I was married to Wade and loved him with all my heart, having had a child with Paul would’ve been nice.
However, no matter how much sex Wade and I had, even when I timed it to be during my ovulation, nothing happened. I’d taken many pregnancy tests, and every single time they came back negative. I was tired of getting excited when my period was late, only to find out that it was actually just… late.
By saying that, I wondered if my husband was starting to have second thoughts about staying married to me. And I was too afraid to see a doctor, fearing they’d tell me something was wrong and that I was barren.
“Of course, and I always will.” Wade winked before slipping into the bathroom.
I swam through my thoughts while he bathed, and by the time he was out, I’d picked my clothes for the day. I was having brunch with my friends, then it was off to a light morning at work, which meant no meetings and just computer work, so I was excited about that. I could relax in my office all day, snack, and surf the Internet in between handling business.
I brushed my teeth, then took a hot bath, and after I was somewhat dry, I spread some of Camarih’s products on. She told me it was good to use while I was still damp because the scent would linger, and it’d be more moisturizing.
Coming out of the bathroom in my silk robe, I saw Wade putting on his suit jacket, readying to leave. He looked so nice in his suits and always smelled even better.
My husband was beyond handsome with that deep chocolate skin, low cut hair, and solid build. He deserved a baby to call his own and to pass those genes down to, so your girl was going to give it to him.
Just as he and I kissed, I heard the cabinet down in the kitchen slam. The house was large as hell, but you could still hear every little thing.
“Oh God.” I rolled my eyes. “When is she going to leave?” I asked, referring to his ex-wife, Cheri.
Yep. That bitch was still living here but in the back house.
“Soon, she promised me.” Wade gave me a soft smile before pressing his forehead to mine.
“Wade, I told you I would only move in if she was gone. This is weird… us living with your ex-wife.”
“We are not living with my ex-wife. My ex-wife is living in the back house of a main house that I own. Her name isn’t even on the deed.”
Sighing, I shook my head.
“Make sure she is gone within the next month or two, or we are going to have to move. Then, she’ll have no choice but to bounce.”
“Yes ma’am.” Wade left the bedroom.
I picked out an orange halter-top, some light blue vintage Levi’s, and my orange colored Hermés sandals, before tying my fresh braids up into a bun. I spritzed on some of my perfume, added a touch of jewelry, and then grabbed my Chanel before going downstairs.
“Good morning, Cheri.” I entered the kitchen to see her cooking.
Cheri was a chef and could cook her ass off. This was the only reason I could tolerate her. No, she wasn’t a bitch, and no, she never tried to get Wade back, at least not to my knowledge, but she was his ex and didn’t need to be living with us. I didn’t give a damn if she was in the guesthouse behind us. I wanted her out and for us to have some true privacy.
“Good morning, Shanece. You look so pretty, girl. I remember when I used to dress up, but as I got older, I stopped caring.”
“You’re only thirty-seven.” I smirked, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.
/> “Exactly, so if a nigga can’t take me as I am, then he can bounce.”
Cheri was a very pretty girl, but she was right, she didn’t really dress up. Her dolling up was a pair of jeans, flat boots, and a button up top. I was the complete opposite, making me wonder what Wade ever saw in her besides her pretty face. She was quite skinny, but not in alarming way, with perfect brown skin, a full head of curly hair, and big brown eyes. In my opinion, she was no match for me.
“I feel you.”
“Hey, did you want some food before you leave?”
“No, I’m going to have brunch with my friends, so I want to be nice and hungry for that.”
“Oh.” She looked disappointed in my decline of her offer. She’d made a lot of food, but she always did this. “Well I will just wrap this up and take it down to the shelter then.”
“Sounds good to me.” I started to walk off again, but she began talking.
“Why don’t you ever invite your friends to the guesthouse?”
“For what? To meet you?”
“Well, yes, we’re family and—”
“Wait, wait.” I made a complete about face and fully entered back into the kitchen. “Cheri, we are not family. I am married to your ex-husband; in what way does that make us family?”
“Well, you know Wade and I are very close, so anyone he chooses to date is like a sister to me.”
“Look, you’re nice and all and make great food, but we are not like sisters. I don’t really have an interest in being close with you like that, no offense. You’re cool, but you’re my man’s ex. I don’t want to be buddies with a woman who knows what my nigga’s dick is like.”
Cheri just stared at me.
“I think you’re being jealous for no reason, Shanece. Wade loves you, and he and I are like best friends.”
“No, he and I are best friends now. Also, I am not jealous at all; I’m the one with the ring. Now if you could be so kind as to speed up your moving process, I would really appreciate it. It’s getting quite crowded around here.” With that said, I turned on my heels and switched out. Cheri didn’t say another mumbling word, thankfully.
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