by Cachet
Just like she expected, he attempted to get some alone time with her, calling himself walking her to bathroom that he knew she could find without any help. When he slipped her his card, everything in Dominique’s body wanted to keep it and call him later, but her brain told her that it was a bad idea. Not only was she engaged to be married to Deondre, but she wasn’t going to allow Kaleb back into her life after he had broken her heart. He was the reason why she had to move away from home and be away from her brothers and sisters. While Dominique was happy to get away from her mother, the bond that she used to share with her sister, Tiffany, had been broken.
After she moved in with her grandmother, Dominique called the house daily, only to be hung up on by Monique. No matter how much she called, her mother wouldn’t allow her to speak to her sister, it didn’t matter how much she begged. This went on for a few weeks until one day, Dominique called and the number had been changed. She’d sent Shanice to speak to Tiffany but by then, she didn’t want anything to do with her sister, who in her mind had abandoned her. All of that was Kaleb’s fault, so if he thought that he was going to just slide back into her life, he had another thing coming. Once she coldly shot him down, she walked out of the house with her head held high. It felt good to let him know that she had moved on, even though that wasn’t completely the case.
When she made it home later that day, Dominique did a bit of digging on the internet because although Kaleb claimed to own the property, she figured that he was merely a real estate agent. He had lied to her in the past, so Dominique thought that nothing had changed. What she found pleasantly surprised her, to say the least. She discovered that Kaleb wasn’t lying, and he actually did own that property and many more like it. He didn’t just look like money, he had money and plenty of it. This surprised Dominique because when she left Atlanta, he was working the corners as a dealer. It was something he’d gotten into to help his mother pay for the medical care of his little brother. While his mother had insurance, it didn’t cover all of the medications that Kendall had to take, so there was much more out of pocket money than she expected.
A few years had passed, and now Kaleb was buying and flipping million dollar estates as if it were nothing. Dominique thought back to when they were younger. Kaleb used to always say that he wanted to own a bunch of houses. His main dream was to help people like his mother, single parents who worked day in and day out, but were just making ends meet. For people like that, Kaleb wanted to have a few apartment buildings that would cater to the low income families. He would accept Section 8, as well as work with families to ensure that they had a roof over their heads. Dominique smiled when she thought about how Kaleb’s face would light up whenever he would speak about his goals. It made her happy to know that he’d stop selling drugs and chased after his dreams instead. She couldn’t help but think about how her life would have been if they would have stayed together.
As quickly as the thought popped into her head, Dominique brushed it off. She didn’t want to think about things like that because it was the past, and she knew that she had to keep it there, even though it was hard as hell to do. The truth of the matter was Dominique still had feelings for Kaleb. Even after all those years, they had never changed. She had been lying to herself from the very beginning and didn’t realize it until the very moment that she laid eyes on him again. Until that very day, just the thought of him still made her heart skip a beat like he did in their teenage years. She loved Kaleb then, and she loved him now, very much so. Dominique couldn’t explain it even if she tried, nor did she want to. She knew that to someone else it wouldn’t make sense because it barely made any to her.
She began to question why in the world she had to run into Kaleb in the first place. To make matters worse, it was the very day that Deondre had asked for her hand in marriage.
They were lying in bed when Deondre rolled over with a smile on his face. When she asked what he was grinning for, he told her that he had some exciting news to share with her. Deondre went on to explain that he had gotten an ‘unofficial’ welcome from the coach of the New Orleans Saints, who had been following Deondre since his first year playing football. Dominique couldn’t contain herself as she jumped up out of bed, screaming about how she was so happy for him. She ran into her son’s room to wake him up so that he could be a part of the great news that his father had just shared, and by the time she came back into the master room, Deondre was on his knee in the middle of the floor. In his hand, he held a small velvet box.
“I’ve wanted to do this for the last few weeks and now that everything is lined up, I finally can,” he told her, staring her directly in the eye. “I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you. It’s crazy to think about how this beautiful bond started off as a friendship but grew into something so much more amazing. I’m extremely grateful to have you in my life, Nikki. You may not believe it but you’ve made me the man that I am today, and I owe this all to you because without your push, I would have never gone for it. For that, I will forever be in your debt. You’ve given me a healthy, beautiful baby boy that I absolutely adore.” Tears slowly started to roll down Dominique’s face as she realized what he was about to do.
“We have so many memories together, and I want to continue creating memories with you for the rest of our lives.” Deondre opened the box and revealed a beautiful five carat princess cut diamond ring, before he looked her directly in the eyes. “Dominique McDonald, will you make me the happiest man on Earth and accept this proposal to become my wife?”
Dominique’s face was now covered with tears. She couldn’t believe that Deondre was actually asking her to marry him. Placing their son down on the floor, she smiled and wiped her face with the back of her hand.
“Yes! Yes, I would love to be your wife!” she screamed as Deondre slid the ring onto her finger.
Right after she accepted his proposal, Deondre informed Dominique that he’d made an appointment for them to look at a house in Fayetteville. He explained that he had gotten a rather large sum of money from the Saint’s coach and wanted to make sure that they had a nice home to live in before they tied the knot. Dominique was on cloud nine as she thought about everything that was about to happen. At that moment in time, she was the happiest woman in the world. Together, they dropped DJ off at Deondre’s mother’s house and headed to see the property. Dominique was not only ecstatic about getting married, but she couldn’t wait to see the house. All that excitement instantly melted away like hot butter when she laid eyes on Kaleb.
From that moment on, Dominique begun to doubt her entire relationship that she had with her now fiancé. She coudln’t deny the fact that she loved Deondre very much. It was just that she didn’t love him in the way that she loved Kaleb. As hard as it was for her to admit that he was a filler, she knew that that was exactly what he was. Deondre was someone that she used in an attempted to get over her first true love. That’s why it was so easy for her to sleep with him. There was nothing special about it and she knew that now. Her life was all a big lie that she just happened to be content with. It was all good up until two weeks ago. Now, Dominique was struggling with herself, as she tried to figure out how to get back on track.
As she continued to drive, she started to think about fate and destiny. She wondered if those two things were actually things that happened. Dominique realized that her running into Kaleb on the very day that Deondre proposed couldn’t have been a coincidence. Was God trying to show her that Kaleb may have been her soulmate, or was the devil busy trying to throw a monkey wrench in her happily ever after?
Chapter Twelve
“I know you not gone sit over there all night with an attitude because if that was the case, I could have stayed my ass at home,” Deondre snapped.
He was growing tired of the silent treatment that Shanice was giving him. Although he had only been there for around thirty minutes, it was much too long to just sit there staring at the television watching one of those corny ass reality shows. With Lon
don in bed before he even showed up, he wondered why the hell Shanice was so pressed to see him, if all she was going to do was sit there quiet. When she didn’t reply, he sat there for about ten more minutes, until his anger started to get the best of him. Deondre stood up from the couch and grabbed his jacket.
“Fuck this shit. You can sit here all mad if you want to. I’m getting the fuck outta here. I got better shit to do!” he yelled as he made his way to the door.
“Why are you leaving?” Shanice whined, looking up at him.
Deondre stopped and turned around. “Come on man. I ain’t got time for you and your fucking games, Nicy.” He shook his head. “You wanna sit cha ass over there with the salty face for the last half hour, but when I get up to leave, you wanna talk? Fuck that.”
When Deondre turned around to walk away again, Shanice jumped up from the couch and rushed over to him. “You ain’t going nowhere.”
She tugged on the back of his shirt and pulled him back in the direction of the couch. Slowly, he turned around and allowed her to guide him back to where he had been sitting. When he was in front of the couch, Shanice gently pushed him backwards so that he would be forced to sit down. While looking at him lustfully, she grabbed the band of her leggings and started to slide them down her thighs. When they were at her knees, she turned slightly and pushed them the rest of the way. As she did this, Deondre licked his lips as he stared at her pump cheeks that spilled out of the bikini cut panties that she wore. Although Shanice got on his nerves sometimes, he couldn’t deny that she was sexy as hell.
He continued to watch her as she lifted her arms and pulled the t-shirt she was wearing over her head, before she tossed it onto the chair a few feet away. Shanice turned to Deondre and looked down at him with a slight grin. She was happy as hell that he’d actually come over because at first, she didn’t believe he would. That was until Dominique called and asked her to go out. Shanice knew that with Dominique going to McDonough to her grandmother’s house, Deondre would be able to stay the night with her, so she made up an excuse about feeling under the weather. Even if Deondre wouldn’t have come, Shanice still would have declined the invite because she couldn’t stand Dominique’s ghetto ass sister, NiChia. Every time she came around, it was always some shit, and Shanice just didn’t want to deal with it.
“You’re something else, you know that,” Deondre spoke, breaking Shanice’s train of thought.
She looked down at him and innocently asked, “Why? What did I do?”
“You always complaining about me never spending time with you and London, but when I get here you give me the silent treatment. Then when I call you on your shit and decide to leave, you chase me down and try to fix everything by fucking me.”
“Oh, so you don’t want me to fuck you?” Shanice asked with her eyebrows raised. She wasn’t going to comment on anything else that he had said because she didn’t want to fight him at that moment. She had some important news to share with him and didn’t want to risk him leaving before she could tell him.
Deondre smirked. “Nah, I wanna fuck you,” he told her, reaching up and grabbing her by her hips.
“How about we try something different?” Shanice spoke up when he attempted to lie her down on her back.
She was tired of the boring ass missionary position that he was always trying to put her in. Fucking on her back was something that she never liked doing. It was hard for Shanice to cum when she was lying on the bottom with someone humping you like crazy, but Deondre made sure that that’s the position that they ended up in. It didn’t matter what Shanice tried to do, he would always lay her on her back. She could be sucking his dick and attempt to ride him in a reverse cowgirl, but he’d spin her around and lay her down. It was like he was afraid of giving her total control of sex. Maybe had Deondre allowed her to ride him every once in a while, she could actually have a real orgasm, instead of faking them so much.
“Girl, stop playing,” was all Deondre said, before he laid her back and slid her panties down her legs.
Shanice looked up at him when he stood up to remove his clothes. She wasn’t looking forward to having sex with him, but knew that if she wanted him to stay, she was going to have to suck it up and let it happen. Now naked, Deondre leaned down and kissed her once on the lips. He gave her no foreplay, as he spread her legs and slid his penis inside her. Thank God I’m always wet and ready, Shanice thought to herself, thinking about the fact that he didn’t even try to make sure that she was in the mood before he entered her. Deondre began to pump his hips rapidly. Shanice rocked back and forth against the couch, letting out a moan here and there to egg him on. If I didn’t love this nigga, I swear I wouldn’t even deal with this bullshit. While Deondre thought he was handling his business, Shanice was lying there thinking about how she was going to tell him the news that she had been keeping quiet for the last few weeks. She didn’t know how he was going to take it and figured she’d tell him soon after he got his nut.
The smacking sound of Shanice juices could be heard over the sound of the television. Deondre took her being as wet as she was as a form of letting him know that he was doing his job in the bedroom, but that wasn’t the case. Shanice wasn’t dripping wet from sex, it was because she loved him so much and loved having him near her. Unlike Dominique, Shanice had had other sexual partners before Deondre, plenty of them. So while Dominique thought that Deondre knew what he was doing in between the sheets, Shanice knew better. Deondre couldn’t fuck to save his life, and it was women like Shanice who’d made him think otherwise.
He thought he was ‘king ding-a-ling’, but in reality, he wasn’t working with much. This was a shocker to Shanice, who just knew with as big as he was, he would be packing at least eight or nine inches. It fucked her up when she removed his pants and saw that he was working with the dick of a prepubescent child. Still, she hopped on it because she had a point to prove and that was she could fuck anyone she wanted. It didn’t bother her that she drugged him to do it, just that the fact that it was done.
“Ahhh, fuck!” Deondre moaned.
Shanice rolled her eyes, before she followed him lead. “Mmmm, yeah. Get this pussy, Dre.”
Moments later, when he sped up, she knew that it was only a matter of time before he came, so she rocked her hips and met his pace. Deondre grabbed her waist in an attempt to stop her, but Shanice continued to do her thing. She was trying to get it over with, so that she could tell him what was on her mind. Not even a minute later, Deondre was yelling out that he was coming. Being the trooper that Shanice was, she began to shake and shutter right along with him, making him believe that she was as well. To make it even more believable, she clenched her pussy muscles over and over again, just to give the pulsating feeling that a female has when she’s actually having an orgasm. When Deondre sat up and leaned against the back arm of the couch, Shanice got up and went upstairs. She knew he thought that she was going to clean up, but in all actuality, she was going up there to finish what he couldn’t.
Inside the bathroom, Shanice opened up the cabinet under the sink and reached all the way to the back. When her hand brushed against a velvet bag, she grabbed it. Gripping the drawstring that kept her friend secured, Shanice untied it and removed a chocolate colored dildo and a small vibrator. She turned on water in the sink to not only drown out the sound, but to make Deondre think she was washing up if he came upstairs. Shanice pushed the suction cup at the base of the dildo up against the wall in her favorite place, over by the toilet. When it was secured, she turned around and spread her now cum dripping pussy lips, while slowly allowing the flexible silicon dick to penetrate her. Shanice moaned as the thick, ten-inch sex toy slid inside her, filling her tight juicy hole to capacity. She threw her head back and thought to herself, this is what dick is supposed to feel like. It was too bad that Deondre wasn’t working with anything like that or he’d be the perfect package.
Once the toy was all the way in, Shanice grabbed ahold of the counter and started to move bac
k and forth. The penis glided in and out with each movement, forcing Shanice to bite down on her bottom lip. She hadn’t been fucked so good since the last time they had a date. It was a shame that the only way she could get off was to fuck a plastic dick that she had stuck to the wall in her bathroom. If she didn’t love Deondre so much, she would find her someone to fuck on the side. Truthfully, she should have done that anyway, he was. Instead, Shanice remained faithful to a man who was not only taken by none other than her best friend, but was fucking other people as well, and this was something that Shanice knew for a fact, at least one person anyway. Even though that pissed her off, it wasn’t enough to make her stray because Shanice knew that if Deondre thought she was fucking around on him, he would cut her off. She’d rather continue to fuck her plastic man, while praying he didn’t find out about that because that was a form of cheating to Deondre as well.
“Mmmm, yes,” Shanice moaned, picking up the pace. When she felt herself getting closer to coming, she lifted her leg and placed it on the toilet seat, before she turned on the vibrator and placed it against her now fully exposed clit. “Ahhhh, shit.”
With her right hand gripping the counter and her left hand holding on to the vibrator, Shanice pushed herself against the dildo rapidly until she came. Hot sticky liquid oozed out on her hand, as she continued to move her hips, this time much slower. When she couldn’t take anymore, she placed the vibrator on the counter and slid off of the now glossy sex toy that was still secured against the wall. Shanice took a seat on the top of the closed toilet lid to compose herself before she cleaned everything up, put it all back, and retreated back downstairs. When she rounded the corner to the living room, she saw that Deondre was still sitting in the same spot as he was when she left. His head was leaned back and when she got closer and saw his eyes closed, she realized that he was sleep.
