by Anna J.
I wanted all of this Monica business to stop, and I hated that every time I walked into my house I could still smell her scent. When I walked into my kitchen I could almost see her perched on top of the table while James and Sheila joined her in a twisted orgy that almost got their asses killed. When I went into my bedroom my clit pulsated as I thought about the things she did to me. I could feel her hands touching me in places that James knew nothing about, and when I closed my eyes real tight I could almost feel her warm tongue kissing my nipples and trailing kisses down my stomach. Hell, on a good day in my imagination I would have her and the twins all at the same time. A pure mess, I tell you.
I had to get out of that house or I would’ve gone crazy, and so we did. We packed up and moved and I threatened James to not tell Monica a damn thing. I promised him I would set up a post office box so that her mail would be directed there, but I never did. We didn’t need shit from her. The only reason she would need to know where I lived was to come and get her damn son. You can judge me all you want, but until you’ve walked in my shoes and lived my life for me there is nothing to discuss. I don’t care how you feel about it. Point blank period.
I had been dialing James’s cell phone for the past hour and it went from ringing to going straight to voice mail. That just pissed me off even more because that meant he was definitely ignoring my calls. The same damn way he had been ignoring his responsibilities for the last two years, but I had something for his ass though. Payback is a mutha, and when it all came down to it I would be cracking the hell up in the end.
That’s exactly why when he got paid I made sure to only leave him enough money in his account to get gas and maybe buy lunch if I felt like being nice that week. Occasionally I would let him go down on me, but as soon as I was pleased and able to release he just ended up beating off in the bathroom to relieve himself. I did that shit to him every time, and his simple-ass constantly fell for it. It would be a cold day in hell before he would warm his dick with my walls again, and the sooner he realized it the better off we would be.
That’s not to say that I didn’t get it from elsewhere. Best believe I had a lineup if ever I needed a tune-up. I didn’t have time to be fooling around with a maybe from James when I could get a definite from any given person on my contact list. Male and female included. My time was precious, and I didn’t have a lot of it to be wasting on nonsense.
Most of the time I would get a quickie in my office from the secretary on the second floor in my office building before I left for the day, or I would meet up with any given person at this little hotel I found over in Mount Laurel, New Jersey when I really wanted to dip off and enjoy myself a little before it was time to pick up the kids. James never knew about it, and I just kept all that on the inside, hoping all of my secrets wouldn’t just bust out one day. You can’t keep everything in the dark for too long. It’s just designed to come out in the light eventually. That’s just the way of the world.
I had this little issue with those twins from Bally Total Fitness that I couldn’t shake as well. They wanted a paternity test to see which one of them was the dad, but I wanted to leave well enough alone. I didn’t bother either of them for child support so what was the big deal? It was a one-night stand, for heaven’s sake. There was no need to go any further. Anything that happened after that was on me, and those were James’s kids. All five of them. I didn’t want nor did I need to prove anything otherwise. I thought I had gotten away with it until Monica wrote that letter, and even though James didn’t deny Janice or Jordan, he had to think in the back of his mind that there’s a possibility that they may have belonged to another man.
He did have a kid outside the marriage, but it’s not the same thing as what I did, and my love for him wouldn’t allow us to go through that kind of pain. Yeah, I still loved him, although the way we acted toward each other now you wouldn’t think so. He just got on my nerves so bad sometimes. We had a lot of work to do, and had strained so far apart that neither of us really knew the first step to bring this thing back together. At this point did I really want to? Did we really want to? Was there anything to come back to?
After Monica wrote that letter to James telling him about the twins I had the threesome with to get back at him I wasn’t sure where this thing with us was going to go. Dudes run they mouth too much though, and can’t never keep nothing to themselves. A woman will cheat forever and never say a word. A man wouldn’t even be out the pussy good before he ran running his mouth to anyone who would listen.
James didn’t really react as bad as I thought he would. He could have very well just packed his stuff and rolled out, but guys will be miserable just for the sake of not wanting to pay child support. That was exactly why I ate his check up every time. I told him there was no truth to the letter, and at the time he seemed to believe me, but my gut told me that he really didn’t. I guess he figured since he had done so much dirt himself he couldn’t rightly crucify me for my shit, but he just never let it go. That’s part of the reason why we were where we were in our marriage now, and another thing added to the list of why I hated Monica’s simple ass.
The rain was coming down harder and I felt myself hydroplaning as I cut through small streets to avoid the end of rush-hour traffic on the expressway. My wiper blades weren’t doing shit against the amounts of water that were beating down on my car, like the elements were angry at the decisions I’d made. I told myself to slow down when I slid through a stop sign and almost caused a major pileup a few blocks back. The kids looked scared and helpless, and I knew I would have to deal with my issue with James at a later date. The first thing I needed to do was get everyone home safely.
I called his phone again and this time he answered, but all I could hear was loud music in the background. I was steadily saying hello, but all I heard was a bunch of females laughing, and then the phone call disconnected. When I called back again the phone went straight to voice mail once again.
I was beyond pissed, and it took everything in me not to drive around the city and look for him so that I could string him up by his testicles and dangle him from a utility pole. He made me so sick! This weather was unbearable, and this twenty-three-degree temperature did not make January feel inviting, letting me know that 2008 just may be a difficult year to get through. I needed to make it home because the wind was starting to whip up something serious, and the rain started turning into sleet as we drove. I could see the fear in their eyes, and I knew it was time to wrap it up until I got to a safe place. The combination of the horrible weather and my reckless driving wasn’t a comfort to anyone, considering that the car had already almost failed to stop and I even fishtailed a little a few times. Normally the car would be full of chatter from the kids talking among each other about their day, but on this day there was a deathly silence surrounding us.
I tried getting through to James a few more times as I half watched the road and typed him a misspelled text message at the same time. The angrier I got, the harder I pressed on the gas. I wanted him dead, and just as I sent him the message I looked up to see through the rearview Junior pulling at Janice’s ponytail.
“Sit y’all asses back or I’ll—”
Before I could finish my sentence I realized that I had pressed the brake, but the car was still moving. Everything seemed like slow motion as I slid out into the intersection and my Jeep was hit first on the passenger’s side by a Hummer that was taking its turn at the stop sign, and then by another Jeep that collided into my driver’s side in the back, causing us to spin out of control. I couldn’t control the wheel.
The Jeep did a few quick spins, and all I remembered hearing was the collective scream from my kids as we crashed against the telephone pole. I hit my head so hard on the steering wheel right before it crushed me in, and I was seeing stars. My legs felt jammed under the dashboard, and the wheel was pressed so tight against my chest I could barely breathe. I heard the kids crying loudly, but then everything started to sound muted and all I saw was black.
James Cinque
This chick looked just like Monica. Chocolate-brown skin, kissable nipples, and all. She’d been gyrating and popping her pussy in my face for the last five minutes . . . working hard for this twenty I was holding in my hand. I was contemplating how long I should make her sweat, because if I added just ten more dollars I could get me a VIP session that would mean more than a mere lap dance. The J Spot had some of the best girls in the tri-state area doing a lot of strange shit for some change, and I contributed to their bills more often than I wanted to admit. Fuck it, I was a man after all. What did she expect me to do if I wasn’t getting it at home? Keep stroking one out? There wasn’t an ice cube’s chance in hell that I was going to keep going out like that.
Jazz was messing up my groove though, just like she messed up everything else. I could hear my phone vibrating on the bar next to my shot of Hennessy, but I refused to answer it. I didn’t feel like hearing her bitch because I didn’t go and pick the kids up. I didn’t feel like it. She was being a smart ass claiming she had to stay at work late, but I was sure she’d figure it out when the afterschool program called her because she was late. There was a fee to pay of five dollars for every five minutes you were late, but she had the money. Shit, she practically had my entire check so she’d just have to handle it. I knew she would be at least forty-five minutes late, so she could just spend some of my hard-earned money on something other than shoes and overpriced handbags.
Mocha, the Monica body double who was dancing in front of me, was a snake charmer. The way she moved her body made me sway with her. I couldn’t help it. I knew she had to have a juicy pussy, too, and the more I sat there and thought about it the more I knew I had to get at it before I rolled out tonight. It was only right. She entertained me relentlessly every time I came here, so why not test the goods to see if it’s worth it? I’d have been a fool not to.
There were two other girls dancing on either side of me, and the one girl picked up my phone while it was vibrating and pushed the talk button. I wasn’t even fazed by the shit. I gently took the phone out of her hand, and when I saw that she had answered Jazz’s call I just hung the phone back up. Fuck it. Shit was going to be off the chain when I got home anyway, so I might as well have enjoyed myself now. Only God knew when the next time would be that I would be able to get out and have fun after the all-night argument that would go down tonight, so there was no use in rushing home to the bullshit. Feel me?
Mocha bent down and took my phone out of my hand and inserted it in her juicy pussy. Climbing down from the bar she made her way over to the VIP room, and I had no choice but to follow her. After all, she did have my phone. The right thing to do would be to get it out before it started ringing again. My dick was straining against my Sean John slacks, and I couldn’t wait for Mocha to release it. She had a wicked smile on her face that let me know I was in for a treat. I paid at the window and was escorted back to one of the many used rooms where I had a ball fishing my now dripping-wet phone from out of Mocha and filling the void with my stiffness. I wore her ass out for the entire thirty minutes I paid for because I knew once I got home it would be awhile before I could come back this way again.
It took me a little longer than it should have to get home because there was a real bad accident blocking Ford Road. The expressway was still a little backed up from the rush-hour traffic, so I had to sit in traffic either way until I found a street I could turn off on. The accident was indeed horrible. A utility pole was knocked down almost completely, causing downed wires on that block. You could see the medics working to get out whoever it was who was trapped inside of the wreck, and it didn’t look like there would be any survivors. That just made me wish these people would move so I could get home a little quicker. That was someone’s family in that Jeep: a loss no one was ever ready for.
It took me an hour and a half to get home, a trip that would normally only take me about thirty-five minutes. I didn’t see Jazz’s Jeep in the driveway, so I figured she might have gone to her mom’s house before coming home. It was slushy and hailing outside, and I knew how she hated to drive in this kind of weather. I was still feeling a little tipsy from all the drinks I downed at the strip joint so I mellowed out on the couch for a minute before I went upstairs. I knew Jazz wouldn’t be out too late so I at least wanted to be in comfortable clothes because I was sure we would be up for a couple of hours arguing.
I must have dozed off on the couch because when I woke up the nightly news was on, and someone was banging on my door. Jazz still hadn’t come home, and I got an instant attitude because now she was taking shit too far. She was probably going to stay the night at her mom’s, but the least she could have done was called. It was just like Jazz to be on some self-centered bullshit, so I wasn’t surprised.
The banging on the door was persistent and I figured maybe she decided to show up after all, and needed help bringing the kids in. I took my sweet old time getting to the door just to piss her off even further. That accident that I went past earlier was being discussed on the news, but I had the television on mute so I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
I had my screw face on when I opened the door, only to be greeted by Jazz’s brother punching me in my face. He, along with a few of her uncles and her dad, took time to beat the shit out of me in front of my own house. I couldn’t swing back if I tried because they were swooping down on me. The cold numbed my body just as fast as the blows from their fists and Tims, so I balled up in a fetal position until they were done.
Her father grabbed me by my bloody collar and pulled me up to a wobbly standing position. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but Jazz has a lot of explaining to do. Damn, is not picking up the kids worth all this?
“It’s because of your stupidity that my baby girl is in the hospital,” her father yelled at me before tossing me into the living room like a rag doll.
“What are you talking about?” I asked as I wiped blood from my mouth with my shirt. I was thinking I might have lost a tooth in the scuffle; I just couldn’t tell at this moment.
Instead of answering, Jazz’s brother picked up the remote and unmuted the television. I watched in horror as the accident I couldn’t get by earlier was played again. I could see what I now recognized as Jazz’s truck smashed up against the pole as the newscaster warned us that the scene would be graphic. They showed the Jaws of Life trying to pry open the roof of the car. Even though her license plate was scrambled I knew it was her car. I instantly felt like shit. Why didn’t I just go and get the kids?
“Where are my kids?” I asked, my stomach feeling weak like I was about to vomit. Here I was out having sex with strippers and my wife was wrapped around a damn telephone pole. The look on their faces said it all. Did my kids die? What happened with Jazz? I broke down and cried like a baby. Was I such a horrible person that I would be punished like this?
“Save all those bullshit tears and go clean yourself up. We need to get down to the hospital as soon as possible,” Jazz’s brother barked at me as he watched the news play back the accident for what seemed like the hundredth time within minutes. I dragged my sore body from the couch, and went upstairs to get myself together. They really did a number on me, but I wasn’t concerned with that right now. I needed to see what was up with my family.
When I got back downstairs I could see Jazz’s uncles trying to console her father, and I didn’t think I was ready to face the situation just yet. What if Jazz had died and they didn’t want to say it right now? I felt myself hyperventilating as I was squeezed between the other men in the car. All kinds of crazy thoughts ran through my head as the drive to the hospital seemed to take forever.
“You better hope for your sake that everything is okay when we get there,” her father warned from the passenger’s seat. I couldn’t say a word; I just closed my eyes and tried like hell to rewind the day so that I could do things differently. I knew we were going through shit, but my wife was all I had. Furthermore, and what se
emed a whole lot worse, if something was indeed wrong how was I going to explain it to Monica?
Okay, so she rolled out on her son years ago, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t have the right to know that he had been harmed or even killed. No one could consciously deny anyone that right. I was a lot of things, but heartless wasn’t one of them. If something happened to this woman’s child then I would have to call and let her know. Simple as that.
Monica Tyler
Philly was a mess. Even more so was the flight over. There was so much turbulence I thought for sure we were goners a few times. I was so tense the entire ride, and as I looked around and saw people sleeping I couldn’t understand how they could be. Were they at peace with God to the point that if they died it didn’t matter? I had years of praying to catch up on, and I wasn’t ready to go just yet. When the plane finally landed at Philadelphia International Airport and we had clearance to exit I was one of the first people off that joint, almost forgetting my carry-on.
I was glad to be back for a few reasons. For one, there was nothing like Philly. The air was different down here. The people were different, and the atmosphere just screamed pride. I loved it, and was seriously contemplating moving back. It’d been four years since I’d been home, and I couldn’t wait to get back into the scene. The few times I did come back were to do exhibits, but that was work and I didn’t get a chance to chill. I did meet this chic though, Jaydah B, and letting her come to Atlanta and stay at my place was a huge mistake.
Who knew she would be so clingy? She’s this famous author right here from Philly who was killing the charts with her erotic novels. She was nasty too, and proved to be a bit of competition in the bedroom. Oh, some of the things she did to me had me like damn! I was giving her all I had and she was giving that shit right back like she knew what she was doing.
