by Prenisha Aja
She had it smelling like some wild cherries and flowers and the house was spotless. Sawyer wasn’t a dirty person; nonetheless, he was a man which meant he left things lying around.
The sound of my stomach growling caused me to make a quick detour to the kitchen instead of going up to the bedroom, like I intended to.
When I reached the kitchen, I decided to make the easiest and fastest thing in the kitchen; a sandwich. Pulling out all of the ingredients I would need, I closed the fridge back and turned around to see the housekeeper chick rubbing down the countertops.
“Oh, hey. I’m Nikki,” she greeted me, sounding way too friendly for my liking, but I forced a smile.
Hi,” I replied, trying not to sound dry and disinterested in her being in my man’s house, looking the way that she did.
To be honest, if I knew the housekeeper looked this good, then we would have had to fire her a long time ago. Especially due to the fact that she wasn’t wearing working clothes. The two-piece, crop top and biker tight outfit, was fitting her like a glove. That she didn’t care to wear a bra with, showing off her pierced nibbles.
Her face was beat, like she was getting ready to walk down a runway, and let’s not forget the banging ass body she had. Her hips poked out and her ass, was big like a stripper’s. Her body would put mine to shame and I wasn’t lacking.
She was indeed a very pretty girl, who was maybe a shade lighter than me. She had slanted eyes like she was mixed with Asian or something.
“You must be Brynlee, I’ve heard so much about you.” She walked over and shook my hand.
Even though I was skeptical of her, I didn’t want to be rude and I could have just been judging her prematurely.
“You are way prettier than Sawyer described, girl,” she complimented me.
I felt like she was eating cheese but who knows. I didn’t know much about her and instead of sitting here judging this poor girl, I decided to let my guard down and not be a bitch.
“Thank you, so how long have you been working for Sawyer?” I questioned, as I untied the bread and smeared mayo across it.
“Uhmm, for like a year or so.” She came and sat down on one of the bar stools.
“Oh, that’s cool.” I wanted to ask her more, but I decided to ask Sawyer instead.
As I sat and ate my sandwich, Nikki had finally left to go finish cleaning. Now I could text my best friend and talk my shit because I was still in disbelief that this was the girl Sawyer had working for him.
Me: Merci, Sawyer basically has a stripper as a housekeeper. And yes, she got big titties, a big ass and wide hips.
Merci: All hell nah, bitch, fire her ass right now.
I burst out laughing at her text, right as the front door opened. I was happy because I knew it was Sawyer. As I made my way towards where he was coming in at, so was Nikki. It was like she was just as excited to see him as I was.
“Hey Sawyer,” she greeted him before me.
She was standing in front of him, looking at him how I looked at him. The way she looked at him, let me know that this bitch had to go today.
“Uhmm baby, can you come here, please?” I cleared my throat and called him towards me.
I watched as he ignored her and walked over to me. Even though it seemed like I was watching him, I was also looking at her.
Of course, it was no surprise to see her with a dissatisfied look painted on her face.
“I missed you.” I pulled at his thick beard and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him.
Sawyer smelled so fucking good, and I felt like I was melting the tighter he held me.
“I missed you too. You seem to be in a better mood.” He chuckled, and I playfully rolled my eyes.
As he and I interacted, groped and kissed on each other, she stood there watching.
“Is she ok?” I whispered into Sawyer’s ear.
He turned around slowly and finally gave her the attention that she had been wanting since he stepped in the house.
“Aye yo, Nikki, you can head out. Thanks,” he let her know and turned back around to rub me on my ass.
“But I wasn’t done cleaning yet.” She began to walk in our direction.
“Oh, baby girl, I got it.” I winked at her.
Her lip quaked as she stood there looking at me with so much jealousy, and I already knew why. It wasn’t rocket science.
Turning, she stormed off. A few seconds later, she came back with her purse, leaving out the house without even saying bye.
I pulled away from Sawyer, placed my hand on my hip and just looked at him.
“What?” He raised his hands in the air before he chuckled. “Look, I fucked her before me and you even got together, so chill,” he let me know.
“Ok, so why is she still working for you?” I questioned with an attitude.
“Man, it’s not like that no more and she does a wonderful job, as you can see.” He spun around with his arms open wide.
When Sawyer was back facing me, I punched his ass dead in the chest because he was playing me.
“Fire her. Now.” I pranced away from him and headed towards the stairs.
Running up behind me, Sawyer picked me up and spun me around. He was making me feel sick and if he didn’t put me down, I was going to throw up.
His ass was so damn tall, that I felt like I was on some type of carnival ride. I hadn’t been spun like that since I was little girl. My father used to do that shit to me all the time when I would come home from school.
“Sawyer, put me down before I vomit.” I punched his back and finally he put me down.
When he put me down, I closed my eyes because the room was spinning. I stood still because I knew if I moved, I would fall on my ass.
Pushing me just a little, I staggered a little and to Sawyer that was the funniest thing ever. Yet, I didn’t find it funny because I was more concerned with not falling on my ass.
“Ok, baby. I will fire her in the morning.” He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me.
“You better, and what you need someone here for to clean up, when you got me?” I looked up and pecked his lips.
“Well shit, the way your mood swings are, I don’t know if one minute you trying to leave a nigga or what.” Of course, he just had to shoot me right in the damn heart, reminding me of that shit.
“Sawyer, I’m sorry about that. I swear to God I am. That was a big mistake and it took me leaving for me to see that.” I expressed, laying my head against his chest.
“It’s all good,” he replied, as he rubbed up and down my back.
“Also, I’m sorry for how I reacted in the hospital. It wasn’t right for me to snap on you like that, especially since you’ve been there for me. It’s just that I’m scared...” I trailed off. “Scared for so many different reasons,” I added.
“Baby, scared of what? You don’t have no reason to be scared. Remember what I told you, sometimes God don’t give you what you really want because you don’t be ready. You don’t be in the right place in your life.” He grabbed my face and pulled my lip in between his lip and began to suck on it, making my pussy leak.
“Mhmm, I know Sawyer, but that’s not the only reason why I’m scared,” I told him.
“Ain’t no other reason why you should be scared, trust.”
“What if the baby is not yours though?” I went ahead and asked.
The moment of silence was making my palms sweaty and my heart skip a beat. Sawyer wasn’t looking at me but instead over me as he thought about my question. He then stepped back and began to tug on his beard.
“You know… real nigga shit. That shit would fuck with me but since my heart beats for you Brynlee, I would accept that shit and raise the child as my own. I know how much having a child means to you, so if God is blessing you to carry the baby full term, who am I to be mad or take that blessing away from you? I got you Bryn. Ten toes down,” he confessed to me as he stood with his eyes low, lips moist and looking fucking sexier than he ever had.
The way he had once again spoken to my soul, let me know that I was headed down the right path with the right person.
Sawyer walked over to me, closed the gap that was in between us and swiftly picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him and my arms. I kissed him deeply with my eyes closed as both of our hearts thumped to the same beat at the same speed.
He carried me up the stairs and into his bedroom, skipping the bed and going straight to the shower.
“Take a shower with me. I been at the studio all night so I could get my mind right because you had me heated yesterday.” He put me down and we stood there.
“Ok, and I swear I’m sorry. The attitude is gone.” I pretended to toss it away.
Sawyer leaned his head back and he chuckled loudly. “Good shit, because I was going to have to fuck you up and then make love to you because you damn sure wasn’t going nowhere.”
“I’m not trying to; I want this forever.” I pulled my shirt over my head in a slow, sensational manner and dropped it to the floor.
He watched me with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth as I reached behind me and unbutton the bra I had on, also letting it hit the floor.
Grabbing at my own breasts as I let out low moans, I twirled my body from side to side. I felt Sawyer’s hand on my body, and I fluttered my eyes open. He pulled me to him and gripped my ass.
“You know that’s my baby up in you.” He leaned down and kissed me on my stomach, and I gently ran my hand over his waves.
He got back up and walked his tall ass over to the shower to cut it on. We both quickly got out our clothes and got inside, not being able to keep our hands off of each other.
Troy
A month later…
They had locked my ass up for assault with a deadly weapon and let’s just say, my ass had lost everything. I wouldn’t be able to work with a felony charge like this on my record so not only had I lost my job, but I had lost Brynlee. I would never be able to work as a teacher again, and I had no clue on what I was going to do.
I was currently sitting in front of the jail house waiting for Jadoré to pull up. When I went to court, surprisingly, since I had never been in trouble before, they granted me a bond reduction and I was able to bond out, thanks to her. I hadn’t really talked to her about everything and where she and I stood, because I was too busy trying to get her to get me out.
Jail was not a place for me. I had never been raised up around this type of stuff and I knew now that I was not about that life.
I just hoped when I showed up for court in two months that they wouldn’t sentence my ass back behind them bars. All I knew was that I was going to have to get me a good ass lawyer.
Finally seeing Jadoré pull up, I rose to my feet and walked towards where she would be pulling in. When she came to a complete stop, I quickly got in the car.
“Thank you so much for this,” I thanked her.
Jadoré looked at me and rolled her eyes. I guess we were still beefed up, but I didn’t care. She had done what I needed her to do so all the extra bullshit she was on right now didn’t matter. I was up out of that cold ass jail house and on my way home.
Turning around to my son, who was in his car seat, I tried to reach for his hand.
“Daddy missed you baby boy,” I spoke to him as if he could understand.
“Oh, now you miss him.” Jadoré shook her head at me.
I turned back around and looked at her. She wore a mug on her chocolate, slim face as she stared at the road.
“Jadoré, I understand that you are upset with me for making poor choices, but I promise I’m going to do better. If I don’t owe nobody else a better me, I owe my son,” I let her know, and she looked at me and her facial expression finally relaxed.
See that was the thing with Jadoré. It didn’t take all the hard work like it did Brynlee to get her to forgive me and give me another shot. I guess because she wasn’t my girl and I wasn’t technically her man. I was just the father of her child.
“I’m glad you came to your senses Troy. I know you can do better, and I really hope that you do.”
“I am,” I promised, reaching across and placing my hand on her exposed thigh.
Jadoré had on a skirt, that of course rose because she was sitting down, and a hot pink shirt that actually looked really good against her skin tone.
“Troy, move your hand.” She reached down and moved it for me, and I chuckled.
“Stop acting like that Jadoré,” I playfully said, and she cut her eye at me and tried to mask the smile that she wanted to show off.
“Troy, I am not about to play these games with you. The only reason why you are acting like this towards me is because Brynlee left yo’ ass,” she shot, of course, not letting me forget the fact that Brynlee was gone back to Texas and not on no single woman, I’m getting me together type of stuff. Her ass had already hopped into a relationship.
“Jadoré, since when do you care about what me and Brynlee had going on? It never stopped you from messing with me before. It didn’t matter if I was with her or not when I used to fuck you,” I let her know, and she shrugged her shoulders.
“You have a point, but I don’t know Troy.” She tucked her hair behind her ear as she let out a deep sigh.
“Jadoré, let’s just take things day by day. Let me be there for my son without all of the extra stuff you were trying to be on.”
“Ok.” She kept it simple as we continued to ride in silence.
About twenty minutes later, we pulled up to my house and the front entrance, where my door used to be, was boarded up.
As I sat in the car, looking at the house, I realized I didn’t even want to step foot in there. I ran my hand down my face and exhaled heavily.
“What’s wrong?” Jadoré asked, concerned.
“Truthfully, I don’t even want to step foot in that damn place.” I began to think about everything. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
Stepping foot in there would be too much of a blow and I wasn’t ready to face that just yet.
“I mean, I guess you could stay at my place Troy,” Jadoré said as if she had a problem with it, but I knew she wanted that.
Jadoré could fake the funk all she wanted to, but she believed in a two-parent home, just like I did. When she got pregnant, I knew she wasn’t really cool with it and even though abortion was an option, she didn’t believe in that.
“I promise not to get in your way.” I crossed my fingers and flashed her a smile.
“Whatever Troy.” She snickered, and we began to drive off to her house.
The next morning, I was woken up to the sounds of my son’s cries. Even though Jadoré and I had messed around millions of times and even shared a bed together, this time she had put me on the couch. I would have much rather been in a bed after sleeping on a concrete-like mattress, but I was grateful, so I sucked it up.
Stretching my arms out, I sat up, and looked over the couch, to see her bouncing him up and down while trying to make him a bottle.
I quickly rose to my feet and made my way over to him and grabbed him out of her hands.
“Why you didn’t wake me up?” I asked her as I consoled my crying son and she continued to make his bottle.
“I figured you were tired, so I was going to let you sleep, but I’m glad you woke up. That boy be cutting up when he hungry.” She laughed as she put the bottle in the microwave to let it warm up a little.
“You still could have woken me up. I’m not here just to be sleeping on your coach because I don’t want to go home. I’m here to also help you with my son.”
Jadoré ignored me as she tested the warmness of the bottle of the back of her hand. Wiping the milk on the end of her shirt, she reached out for him, but I stepped back.
“I got this; you go do what you need to do this morning.” I grabbed the bottle out of her hand and placed it in TJ’s mouth.
Jadoré adjusted her robe and looked at me with googly eyes. If I wasn’t mistaken, Jadoré
had way more feelings for me than she put on.
I watched her as she twisted away as I fed my son and went back and sat on the couch. As I fed him, I turned the TV on and scrolled through the channels. I was trying to search for me something sports related or shit, my favorite show; Martin.
As I scrolled, some shit caught my attention and I stopped. Plastered across the TV were Sawyer and Brynlee. Seeing her with him had me heated all over again. But I couldn’t deny that she did look happy; she also looked to be gaining weight.
Sawyer McKnight and his new girlfriend Brynlee Millz seem to be a hot match.
I stared at the TV and no matter how bad it felt to see, I couldn’t turn it. When their picture finally disappeared off of the screen, the lady continued talking and began to talk about an awards show that was being hosted in a few weeks.
“It hurts to see them two together don’t it?” Jadoré spoke from behind me, kind of scaring me because I didn’t even know she had walked back into the living room area.
“Nope,” I lied, not wanting to admit how hurt I really was.
Jadoré walked around the couch and came and sat down beside me. She looked at me and didn’t say anything as she bit down on her lip.
“Troy, I know you better than you think I do. Don’t forget how you ran to me every time something was bothering you. You can continue to be honest with me,” she spoke.
Jadoré was right though. As much as I used to come running to her when Brynlee and I had our problems, I should have known I couldn’t lie to her right now.
“To be honest… yes it affects me to the point that it makes me angry, but I find myself happy that she is happy. Even though I would rather her be with me, I have to accept what I did so I can move forward and be at peace and to be honest… I know if I want to be a better me, I have to face my truth,” I admitted as I looked straight ahead, at nothing in particular.
“Troy, you want to know what’s crazy is that I know you are a good person and I know you’ll be able to change. I also realized when I started to act like the bitter baby mama whenever you got back with Brynlee, that my feelings for you had grown,” she confessed.
