by Silk White
THE SERIAL CHEATER
A Novel By Silk White
Copyright 2014 by Silk White
Published 2014 on Smashwords
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Acknowledgments
To you reading this right now, thank you for stepping inside the bookstore, stopping by the library, or downloading a copy of The Serial Cheater. I hope you have enjoyed this read from top to bottom. My goal is to get better and better with each story. I want to thank everyone for all their love and support. It is definitely appreciated!
Now without further ado Ladies and Gentleman, I give you The Serial Cheater.
Enjoy! — Silk White
THE SERIAL CHEATER
Chapter 1
UP TO NO GOOD
Yolanda laid lazily across the sofa enjoying a glass of wine while one of her favorite reality shows played on the 70 inch 3-D flat screen that hung right above the fire place on the wall. As she sat enjoying her show, she heard her cell phone vibrating on the arm of the sofa. Yolanda glanced down at the screen and the word, “Unavailable” flashed across the screen. Someone had been calling her cell phone for the past week from an unavailable number, but she never answered unavailable/blocked calls or numbers she didn’t know or recognize, but tonight her curiosity had gotten the best of her.
“Yeah,” Yolanda answered with an attitude. She hated when people took time to block their number. That was the stupidest thing in the world to her. If you were brave enough to call, then be brave enough to show your number.
“Bitch when I catch you, that’s word to my mother I’m going to cut your face,” the woman’s voice on the other end of the phone spat.
“Yeah I know tough guy,” Yolanda yawned. If it was one thing she hated it was a phone thug.
“The next time Cam tells me that you over there stressing him out, I’mma show you what time it is,” the woman spat. “The only reason I ain’t wash you up yet is cause Cam has been begging me not to, but my patience is running real thin.”
“Yeah I hear you talking.”
“A’ight, stress my man out again bitch and watch what happen!” the woman threatened.
“You bum ass bitches kill me,” Yolanda said. “It’s funny how Cam is your man, but me and him live together and have been together for seven years. The last time I checked, I was the one with a 2 carat diamond ring on my finger. What do you have on your finger?”
“Bitch if you keep stressing my man out, you gonna have a ring around your motherfucking eye!” the woman spat. That last ring comment caught a vein and pissed the caller off. Now she had to return the favor. “By the way, the next time you kiss Cam, just know you’re tasting my pussy, bitch!” The woman let out a laugh and then hung up.
Yolanda tossed her phone down on the sofa and growled several curse words. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another with Cam and these other women. Yolanda did her best to be everything Cam needed her to be, but no matter what she did, it was just never good enough. Yolanda couldn’t figure out what she was doing wrong or what another woman could do for Cam that she couldn’t. The more she tried to figure it out, the more complicated things became.
“Lord please give me the strength to deal with this man of mines,” Yolanda said looking up at the ceiling. Yolanda played out several different ways she was going to curse Cam out when he got home in her head.
Cam was in the music business and a well-known famous manager and song writer. Whenever Yolanda harassed him about any other chicks, he used his job as an excuse, but tonight Yolanda wasn’t going for none of that shit. Tonight she was going to put her foot down.
“I done had enough of this shit,” Yolanda huffed as she stomped over to the wet bar area in the house and refilled her glass with more wine. Yolanda favored the actress Stacey Dash except she was about twenty five to thirty pounds heavier. She weighed 170 lbs but she carried it all in her hips, ass, and thighs. Yolanda walked around the house barefoot. A purple bra and thong set was the only thing that covered her body. She rarely wore clothes while in the house. Yolanda downed her drink and quietly refilled her glass when she heard the locks on the front door being unlocked.
Cam walked through the front door with a look on his face that said he had been drinking. He had on a pair of red high top Prada sneakers, black jeans, and a black tight fitting T-shirt. Over top of his T-shirt he sported a tight fitting red leather motorcycle jacket. He wore two chains hanging from his neck and a pair of dark shades covered his eyes. “What’s up baby?” he said with a smile. Just from the look on Yolanda’s face he could tell that she was mad with him about something. Cam walked over to Yolanda and leaned in for a kiss. Yolanda blocked his attempt with a firm hand to the chest. “Don’t what’s up baby me” she hissed looking at Cam from head to toe. “I don’t know where your mouth has been.”
“Damn you going to play me like that?” Cam asked licking his lips as he took in all of his woman’s sexiness. “I been out working all day and I can’t get a kiss?”
“One of your bitches called my phone again today threatening me,” Yolanda huffed with her arms folded across her chest. “If you going to fuck around on me, the least you can do is keep your bitches in check.”
“What bitches you talking about baby?” Cam said faking ignorance. Everyone knew Cam couldn’t help himself when it came to women. He had a problem that needed professional help to be fixed. Cam lifted Yolanda’s hand up so she could see the diamond ring on her finger. “You are my queen. You and not no one else. You never forget that you hear me?”
Yolanda nodded her head and whispered, “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes daddy,” Yolanda said.
Cam pulled her in close for a hug. “Come on baby, you know I love you to death and I know a lot of women be in my face, but that’s only cause they see my face on T.V. all the time. I swear to God I don’t be fucking with all these women on some personal shit. It’s just business,” he lied with straight face. “I brought this big ass house for us, not no other chicks. When yo
u see me on T.V. with them video hoes that’s all for T.V. and I’m just acting baby. Nothing more, nothing less,” he said convincingly. In the middle of his pitch, Cam’s phone began ringing. He smoothly reached down and hit the ignore button on his new Galaxy phone and prayed that Yolanda didn’t make anything of it.
“Cameron you’re a song writer and manager so I don’t understand why you have to be all up in videos dancing and popping bottles. Shouldn’t you be behind the scenes?” Yolanda asked.
“I’m not a behind the scenes type of nigga,” Cam said arrogantly as the phone on his hip began to ring again, and again he hit the ignore button.
Yolanda’s eye went from the phone on Cam’s hip up to his face. “You not gonna answer that?” she asked with a raised brow. “You see that’s the shit I be talking about. You always…”
Before Yolanda could say another word Cam grabbed her and shoved his tongue in her mouth. He went from Yolanda’s lips down to her neck as he jammed his hand down the front of Yolanda’s thong and began flicking his fingers across her clit in a rapid motion. “What I told you about worrying about stupid shit?” Cam growled through clench teeth as her wetness covered his fingers. “Huh?”
“I’m sorry daddy,” Yolanda moaned as she felt herself cream on Cam’s fingers.
“Get down on your knees!” Cam ordered as he watched Yolanda do as she was told. He then un-did his pants and pulled out his already hard dick and waved it in front of Yolanda’s face. He watched as her eyes followed his dick as if she was being hypnotized. “Who dick is this!?”
“My dick,” Yolanda answered.
“I can’t hear you!”
“My dick!” Yolanda purred in a strong sexually charged voice.
“Show me,” he said and then jammed his dick in Yolanda’s mouth with force.
“Mmmmm,” Yolanda moaned as she went to work. A tremor went through Cam as Yolanda took all of him in her throat and tickled his balls with her tongue. Yolanda began to work him expertly with her mouth, locking her thumb and index finger around his shaft. She began jerking his thick dick slowly. Yolanda began to suck him off at various speeds, spitting down the side of his shaft to keep it nice and slick.
Cam took a step back and made Yolanda bend and touch her toes as he entered her roughly from behind. He gripped Yolanda’s waist tightly and fucked her like he had just been released from doing a ten year bid in prison.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!” Yolanda held her breath for a moment, flared her nostrils, arched her back, and her legs tightened as she let out a loud moan mixed with pleasure and pain and she enjoyed every second of it. She could feel Cam’s balls slapping against her clit with each stroke he delivered. Cam moved Yolanda into different positions, pleased her from different angles, desperate angles, angles that Yolanda didn’t even know existed. He slipped out and Yolanda moaned and rushed him back inside. She grabbed his ass and pulled him in deeper. Her breathing was thick and hot just like it was between her legs. Yolanda threw the pussy back at Cam until finally he let out a loud roar and then collapsed on top of her.
Once Cam finished putting in work he walked over to the bathroom and took a quick shower. His night was just getting started. He didn’t really want to have sex with Yolanda tonight, but he knew with him having to be out all night, after fucking her brains out she’d be a little easier to talk to and maybe she would take the news a little better.
Cam stepped out the bathroom with a towel draped around his waist and began fishing through his closet for something to wear. As he pulled out an outfit he heard Yolanda sarcastically clear her throat.
“Going somewhere?”
“Yeah I gotta head to the club tonight and handle some business,” Cam said with his back to Yolanda. He didn’t even have to see her face to know that she was pissed off.
“Word?” she said. “What club we going to tonight?”
“No, no, no,” Cam said quickly. “We ain’t going nowhere. I said I have to go to the club tonight and handle some business.”
“And what kind of business you got to handle tonight?”
“Why?”
“Just curious,” Yolanda answered. Whatever business Cam had to take care of nine times out of ten, it had to do with some bitches and Yolanda hated that every woman knew what it was like to be with her man. She tried not to be jealous, but the way Cam carried himself while he was out, not to mention his terrible track record made it hard for her to trust him. Yolanda loved Cam with every piece of her heart, but she deserved better and she knew she could find better.
“Honey got a walkthrough at that new club downtown tonight,” Cam said over his shoulder. Honey was his most profitable artist that he had in his stable. She was a beautiful, sexy R&B singer with a beautiful strong voice and enough star power to take the both of them to the top. Honey was the hottest chick in the game at the moment and from what Yolanda had read from all the tabloids, Honey was a stone cold freak. And she didn’t like or approve of her man working with such trash. In every video and magazine that Honey was featured in, she was always dressed like a stripper and quick to show off and flaunt the huge fake round ass that sat up on her back that she paid good money for.
“You and her sure have been real buddy, buddy lately,” Yolanda huffed on her jealous shit. “Something you wanna tell me?”
“Ain’t nothing to tell,” Cam said and then shrugged.
“You fucked her?” Yolanda asked.
“What be going on in that brain of yours?” Cam asked, but never answered the question. “Is that what you think I be out doing?”
Yolanda said nothing.
Cam walked over and kissed Yolanda on the lips. “You have to trust me baby.”
“Can I?” Yolanda asked. “Can I trust you Cam? Can I really trust you?”
“Of course you can baby,” Cam said as the doorbell rung twice. “That’s Honey. Come downstairs and say hi.”
Yolanda looked at Cam like he was crazy. “I ain’t got nothing to say to that bitch. She’s your problem, not mines.” She hugged Cam tightly and kissed him passionately. “I love you daddy! Be careful out there and I promise I’ll be right here in the bed waiting for you when you get back.”
“I love you too baby,” Cam said and then went out the door.
Cam stepped outside and spotted Honey leaned up against the hood of her 745 BMW. She sported a tight fitting short red dress, an expensive pair of red open toe heels, and a strong coat of red lipstick completed her outfit. Her honey blonde hair sat up on top of her head in a bun and she had an annoyed look on her face.
“What’s up baby?”
“Don’t you what’s up baby me,” Honey snapped. “You got me waiting for you while you in there playing house with that whack ass hoe! Time is money!”
“Fuck is you talking about?” Cam said brushing Honey’s comment off. Every time he was with Yolanda, Honey always had some slick shit to say about it. “Get in the car and let’s go.”
“Did you tell her about us?” Honey asked as she backed the BMW out of the driveway. “I mean does she even know that we’ve been fucking like rabbits?”
“I heard the club supposed to be popping tonight,” Cam said changing the subject as he looked out the window. He wasn’t in the mood for Honey and her bullshit tonight. If she didn’t bring in as much money as she did, Cam would of been kicked her to the curb.
“Oh you wanna play?” Honey took her attention from off the road and glanced over at Cam. “Keep playing and you gon make me fuck that bitch up!” she barked. “I’m sick of these hoes thinking they can just be with my man like that’s cool or something.”
“When did I agree that I was your man?” Cam asked with a confused look on his face. “Cause I don’t remember ever...”
“You agreed to be my man when you was fucking me and I was coming in your mouth!” Honey said cutting him off. “Stop playing with me.”
For the rest of the ride Cam did his best to tune Honey out because she was really beginning to work his
nerves. If she wanted to believe that she was his main chick then so be it.
Honey pulled her B.M.W. around the back of the club where a team of bouncers and security awaited her and Cam’s arrival. Once inside the club, party goers and fans flocked towards Honey not giving her room to breathe.
Honey reached back and grabbed Cam’s hand as the security pushed and shoved their way through the crowd. Everyone held out their smart phones and snapped pictures and recorded the superstar as she made her way to the roped off VIP area. Immediately several bottles of champagne were delivered to the VIP section. Five big security guards guarded the VIP area like their lives depended on it.
Cam sat back getting his sip on, while several cameras snapped in him and Honey’s direction. Cam hated being directly in the spotlight, but it was either that or back to the trap; a place Cam promised himself that he’d never visit again. Cam thoughts were interrupted when security dashed across the VIP area and stopped three screaming fans that had jumped over the rope in hopes to touch Honey.
“I hate coming to these ratchet ass clubs,” Honey huffed as if she wasn’t as ratchet as they came. She downed her glass of champagne and quickly refilled her flute. “What you wanna do when we leave here?”
“I don’t want you drinking too much tonight,” Cam said knowing how ignorant and ratchet Honey became when she was drunk.
“I’m not no baby,” Honey snapped. “I know how to control my liquor.”
“I know, I’m just saying I don’t want you getting too smacked tonight. You know how you get,” Cam pointed out.
“Fuck you mean, you know how I get?” Honey huffed with her face crumbled up. “You see I ain’t got time for your bullshit tonight,” Honey spat as she got up and began dancing to the music that blared through the speakers.
