“What is it?”
“What were you doing? I tried calling you.”
“No shit. I turned my phone off.”
“I just wanted to make sure that you were all right.”
Checking up on a bitch is more like it.
“I’m fine. You want me to grab you something to eat on my way home?”
“No, I just had a steak. What time will you be home?”
“The baby shower should be over around eight, so I will leave right after.”
“Hey, Kashawn!” Latasha’s crazy behind yelled in the background.
“Who is that?”
“You don’t know Latasha’s voice by now?”
“What is this, like, her fifth child? I bet she can’t tell you where the baby daddies are if she had a search party.”
I snickered into my phone. “Boy, hush. I’ll be home in an hour.”
“Tell the Human Mattress I said, ‘hey.’ ”
“Bye, fool.”
• • •
It was pouring down rain and I wasn’t about to ruin my new pumps, stepping out there in all that, not to mention the weave I had just spent $300 dollars of good, hard-earned, booty-shaking money on. When I called Kashawn, his phone went straight to voicemail. So he could spend half the night blowing up my phone, but when I called him, his black ass couldn’t be bothered. I called again and got the same thing: voicemail. This was him trying to be funny, but I didn’t find anything remotely funny being broke down on a flat on the side of the road in pouring rain. I thought about calling Latasha to come and get me, but I didn’t want to drag her out in bad weather.
I called Tangela, but as her phone rang, I remembered that she was in Atlantic City with her boy toy of the month. The rain pelted hard against the windshield of my black Range Rover, a gift on my thirty-second birthday from my dependable husband. I sat there listening to the rain, contemplating who I could call to get me out of this mess. Deanthony made sense because he had a tow truck back when he worked for Advance Towing. I scrolled through a list of numbers until I got to his and dialed. He picked up, thankfully, after two rings.
“Deanthony, hey, it’s Bree.”
“What’s up, sweetness?”
“Don’t start. I’m not in the mood. I caught a flat way out here on Lake Jackson. Can you come pick me up?”
“Where did you say you were at?”
“Lake Jackson. I’m on the side of the road in front of The Vitamin Shoppe.”
“Where’s Kashawn?”
“He’s not picking up the phone. This rain is coming down hard and I’m scared somebody’s going to hit me way out here.”
“Okay, I’m not that far from you. It shouldn’t take me that long to get out there.”
“Whatever, just hurry up.”
The last person I wanted to call was Deanthony, but since Kashawn had pissed me off for not answering his phone, I didn’t have a choice. Three months before that night, Deanthony and I had started fucking around. Kashawn was feeling the stress of working sixteen-hour days at the hospital and I was frustrated from feeling abandoned. A day didn’t go by when we weren’t fussing about something. Money, getting the cars serviced, starting a family, even sex, the last thing I thought we would ever fight over. I secretly had a crush on Deanthony, attracted to that tough fucker exterior over Kashawn’s four-eyed, bookish nerdiness. Kashawn could have gotten Deanthony a job at the hospital, but Deanthony opted out to do grunt, blue-collar work for some tow truck company.
Kashawn and I’d had one of our knock-out drag-outs that night. Instead of going over to Tangela’s to vent, I made a detour to Deanthony’s. He embodied fine, wearing a white tank top that was smudged with grease. The navy Advance Towing jumpsuit he wore hung around his waist, exposing a sliver of ass crack. Deanthony looked like one of those oiled-up models from a skin calendar. He resembled Kashawn slightly. They could have been twins, but the only thing that told them apart was the scar he got from a bar brawl he was in—the fight he wouldn’t go into detail for some reason.
“That’s the difference between me and my brother. I handle stress a hell of a lot better than him.”
I was pissed that he was bad-mouthing his brother, my husband. “Why are you always bumping your gums about Kashawn? You put him down in the dirt every chance you get.”
“He thinks he’s king shit now that he’s some doctor. Medical school changed him, and I wish I could say it was for the better.”
“You could have gone to medical school. You’re just as smart, and you had the same opportunities, so don’t give me any shit about him acting any kind of way. The both of y’all grew up in the same household.”
Deanthony took a swig from a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. “You sound like my mama.”
“Well, I hate to admit it, but maybe she’s right. Kashawn offered you a j-o-b at the hospital, but you said you were doing your own thing.”
“Well, it wasn’t like I had a choice. Daddy saw to that.”
“What are you talking about?”
“My loving brother didn’t tell you? Daddy had his lawyer put a clause in our trusts that the only way that I could get my part of the trust, was if I went to college. He didn’t want us to squander the money.”
“That’s not how Kashawn tells it, Deanthony.”
“Bet he doesn’t.”
I felt a bit sorry for Deanthony and all this sibling rivalry mess that was going on between him and Kashawn. “Give me that. You’ve had enough to drink. Have you eaten?”
As I set the bottle of JD on the end table next to him, he gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me on top of him. I could feel the thickness of his dick pressing against my right booty cheek.
“Fuck dinner. I want dessert.”
Deanthony pushed a hand down into my top, pulling my left breast free. He looked up at me as he started to tickle my nipple with the tip of his tongue. I don’t know why, but I didn’t stop him. The harder he sucked, the more turned on I became. My pussy was sopping wet. Before I knew anything, my top was bunched around my stomach. I was on my back on Deanthony’s leather sofa, getting my pussy eaten by my husband’s brother. In my moment of weakness, I didn’t think about Kashawn or the damage I was doing to our marriage, not when Deanthony was busy tongue-fucking me. Deanthony was lapping at my juices like they were milk chocolate. Kashawn had cunnilingus skills of his own, but, damn, if eating pussy was a sport, Deanthony would be making millions. He wanted to fuck me that night, but I protested, scared that maybe Kashawn would smell another man’s dick on my coochie. But he hadn’t so much as tickled me in months, being too tired from the hospital to fuck.
“You can finger-fuck me, but that’s it.”
“That’s what’s up,” Deanthony said as he slid a finger inside me. He sucked my nipples past his juicy lips as he fingered my pussy. I came three times that night. “Since you’re not going to let me fuck, you might as well suck this dick, baby girl.”
Deanthony pulled his dick out of the dirty jumpsuit. My jaw dropped at the sight of his dick size, seeing that he and Kashawn weren’t identical in the places where it mattered. When it came down to sucking dick, I was a pro. As soon as I threw my lips to his appendage, he found out just how good.
“Fuck yeah, that’s right, no hands.”
When I felt his hand at the back of my head, I pushed it away. I paid too much for my hair and he wasn’t a man worthy of putting his grimy fingers through my locks. I made Deanthony nut all over his carpet. He wanted me to swallow, but I wasn’t down with that bullshit. I wish I could say that that was the first and only night we messed around.
It quickly became a once-a-week thing, meeting at the El Camino Motel on Woodville Highway, parking our cars across the street at some old abandoned junkyard so no one would spot them. I wasn’t taking any chances of getting caught or seen, always wearing a black trench, shades, and a black cap. I eventually let Deanthony fuck me with that burrito-thick dick of his, being that he was literally begging for my go
ody. I thought this man was going to rip a bitch in two the first time I let him smash. I liked that Kashawn was nothing like Deanthony. The affair ended about as quickly as it began when my deception caught up with me. We met up every other Thursday night, 6 p.m. as usual. We were ass-naked, about to do the do, when we heard a knock at the door.
“Chill. It’s just room service with the champagne.”
When Deanthony answered the door, it wasn’t some college student wearing a dorky uniform with a tray of chilled champagne.
Yvonne, his busybody of a cousin, took one look at me and said, “Once a ho, always a ho. And you—how could you do this to your brother?”
Yvonne hauled off, Deanthony tailing behind her, begging her not to tell Kashawn about what she saw. I, on the other hand, set a world record in the time it took me to get dressed and get out of there. Now whenever I pass by that hotel, I think about the worst night of my life.
• • •
As soon as I got off the phone with Deanthony, Kashawn called. I started not to answer, but there had been enough phone tag that night.
“I’m stuck on the side of the road out here on Lake Jackson with a damn flat from that tire I pleaded with you to change.”
“I’ll come and get you.”
“Forget it. Deanthony’s on his way. He should be here in five minutes.”
“Well, thank him for me when he gets there.”
“All right, I’ll see you when you get home.”
If I ever get home.
Two minutes after I’d ended the call with Kashawn, Deanthony pulled up behind me. I was officially pissed off with Kashawn. I wanted to break my leopard-print red bottoms off in his ass when I got home. The rain had finally eased up. I rolled down the window when Deanthony approached.
“Yeah, I see where it’s flat right here in the front.”
Deanthony looked so good, it was enough to make a bitch say daaaaaaayuuum! I hadn’t seen too much of him since that night at the motel.
“So can you change it off?” I asked as rain water peppered my face.
“If you have a spare, yeah.”
“I think so. There should be one under the car.”
“Let me check.”
“Are you going to be able to change it with me sitting in here?” I yelled.
“I’m not going to be able to change it at all, Bree. There’s no spare.”
“What? It should be a spare back there.”
“It’s not under the car where it should be.”
It was then that I remembered Kashawn taking the spare a few days earlier. “Kashawn took the damn tire from under there, but he didn’t put it back. I’m going to kill your brother when I get home.”
“I’ll take you and the SUV back to the house.”
I was getting soaked. My $300 weave was spent. “Okay, hold on. Let me grab an umbrella.”
Deanthony opened the car door, took my hand, and helped me to the tow truck.
My pumps were being done in by all the mud. “Kashawn’s butt is grass when I get to the house.”
The passenger-side door of the truck squeaked when Deanthony opened it. It looked nasty and I was scared to get in the rust bucket on wheels. I slid in, praying that I wouldn’t slip and break my ass while trying to climb in the contraption. The truck reeked of motor oil and buffalo wing sauce, a scent strengthened from the Styrofoam that sat propped on top of the drink coaster. I held a finger under my nose to drown out the smell. I couldn’t stand the smell of buffalo wing sauce, not since that time I puked them up one drunken night at The Varsity with Tangela.
I tilted the visor down to take a look at the damage that had been done. My makeup was runny and my weave was frizzed. Deanthony started laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“You. You look like a wet cat.”
“That’s cute. You know, with the crazy night I’ve had, I’m glad I could amuse you.”
“My bad, but I’ve just never seen you look—”
“Look like what? A hot mess?”
Deanthony sat chuckling with his hand over his mouth in an attempt to keep from laughing.
“So are you going to take me home or sit here laughing at me?”
“Okay, okay. My bad. I’ve missed you, that’s all.”
“Don’t do this, Deanthony.”
“Why won’t you return my phone calls?”
“You know why,” I said, smearing Passion Plum lipstick across my bottom lip.
“Yvonne isn’t going to say anything. She promised.”
“You sure about that? ’Cause ever since then, she looks at me like she wants to rip my throat out every time she sees me.”
“Don’t trip about my nosey cousin. I’ll take care of her.”
“It’s not just that. I’m married to Kashawn. I can’t risk him finding out about us.”
“Let’s get out of here.”
“I’m ready to go, but you keep talking my ear off.”
“I mean out of Tallahassee. I know some guys who are working in the movie business in L.A., Bree. You should come with me.”
“You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you? I can’t.”
“What the hell does Kashawn have that I don’t?”
“It’s not that, but—”
“Do you love him?”
“What?”
“Answer the question. Do you love him?”
“Yes. Yes, I love Kashawn.”
“Oh, I get it. He’s the brains and the money, and I got the body and the dick size.”
“Stop it.”
As Deanthony rambled on, my cell rang. I looked at Deanthony like he was a disobedient child.
“Hey.”
“Did he get there yet?” Kashawn asked.
“Yeah, I’m on my way home now.”
“What’s up, bro!” Deanthony yelled.
“Did he change the tire?”
“No, because you forgot to put the spare back under the car.”
“Damn, baby, my bad. I must have forgotten.”
“Just forget it. We’ll talk about it when I get home,” I said. I hung up and stared at Deanthony.
He started up the tow truck and I was on my way. “He can never satisfy you like I can. Kashawn can’t make you come seven times in a night.”
“Look, I’m not going to lie. You got some skills that surpass even the most die-hard of pussy-eating connoisseurs, but I can’t do this. It’s not going to happen.”
“Oh, no?” Deanthony placed his hand on my thigh and started working his hand up my dress.
“Stop.”
“You don’t want me to stop.”
As he steered the truck with his left hand, he tore away at my black nylon with his right. I shivered as he sneaked a finger behind the wall of my silk, purple panties. When I felt his finger inside me, Deanthony was in full damn control. He was making my pussy purr.
“You still want me to stop?”
“Shut up and drive.”
Deanthony fucked me until I couldn’t take it anymore. He eased his finger out of me and sucked it clean of my juices. I was happy to finally make it home. Kashawn came outside as Deanthony pulled in front of the house.
“Are you okay?” Kashawn asked.
“Yeah, just a little wet, that’s all.”
“Hey, man, thanks for rescuing my girl.”
His girl? Was he serious?
“I was in the area anyway. Besides, Bree is family,” Deanthony said.
Deanthony looked at me, knowing now that I would come back, that I would have many moments of weakness.
3
TANGELA
The day Bree told me that she and Deanthony messed around, I wanted to drop to the floor and do the worm. And, of course, she would run to me. I’m only her best friend, the bitch she tells everything to. She called me, sounding all crazy and melodramatic as usual when she gets high-strung, saying that she needed to talk to me. I figured it was something bad the way she was going on, and I assumed it had something to do
with Deanthony.
“What happened?”
“I don’t want to tell you over the phone. I’m coming over.”
Bree hung the phone up before I could tell her that I had a man over. But that’s Bree: selfish as hell where everything has to be about her, and fuck everybody else. I honestly was nowhere near in the mood to hear about the cluster-fuck shit storm she had gotten herself into this time, nor did I care to lend her my shoulder to cry on. I had to take a rain check on the heart-pounding, toe-curling fucking this guy I’d met at Club Rehab, Trevor, was about to put down on me. With the way my pussy was screaming for some attention, this had better be good.
I was settled in for tonight with my silk white robe on, and naked as a jaybird underneath. Trevor was none too happy when I told him that I would have to take a rain check on fucking, that my friend was in distress and on her way over. I hated having to kick a fine-ass man like him out of my bed, and with a hard-on at that. I gave him a wet-hot French kiss as a consolation prize, so I could play fake best friend to Bree.
Honestly, I was curious to find out what all the drama was about. It took Bree all of ten minutes to get to my house. I didn’t even wait for her to ring the doorbell. I opened the door and Bree walked in like she was a woman on a mission. The way she looked, I thought she was going to tell me that she had killed somebody.
“So what’s going on?”
Bree started to pace my living room floor, something she always did when she was stressed about something. “Girl, I fucked up bad this time. Kashawn is never going to forgive me.”
I was tired and not in the mood. “Are you going to tell me what’s up, or are you going to make me play guessing games?”
“I cheated on Kashawn.”
As soon as I heard the word cheated, I pepped right up. “Say again?”
“Kashawn is going to leave me.”
“Who did you have an affair with?”
Bree plopped her behind down on my chocolate leather sofa. “It was Deanthony.”
“Oh damn, seriously?”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“I’ll tell you what you do, girl, don’t tell him.”
“I have to tell him, Tangela. He’s my husband. I don’t want to keep something like this away from him. I don’t want him finding out from someone else.”
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