by Nicety
“How do I know your ass ain’t lying? You lie so damn much, Sunset.”
“I’m not lying. Damn, if I wanted to fuck him than I would. But I didn’t.” I shoved him hard in the chest even though it didn’t budge him one bit. “You can’t control my damn life, Tee. You and I are just friends. We’re just fuck buddies. That’s it.”
“That shit may be all we are to you but after 3 years, this shit is much more than that to me. Real talk. You belong to me. I don’t give a fuck what you say.” He licked his lips so slow and sexy and as I watched him, I melted.
Tee was far from unattractive, which garnered majority of the reason why I had to constantly check my feelings at the door when I was near him. The man had abs that would stunt the greatest WWF wrestler. His almond skin grew fine thin black hair in all the major places on his body but it wasn’t all wolf-like and out of control. His hazel eyes glistened every time his lips spread displaying those sparkly white teeth. Tee’s thick eyebrows complimented his thick goatee and well-tapered thin beard. He was gorgeous from head to toe, but I didn’t fiend for his ass like that. At least I didn’t want to and usually Jeremiah was the reason why. But now it was mainly because I needed some time to get my mind right.
Regardless of how I treated him, when I needed Tee he was there at the drop of a hat no matter what he was doing. Whatever I needed, whenever I needed it, Tee was there to make sure I had it. Nothing was off limits for me to ask him for. He always told me that if he had it then I had it and that was the bottom line. He was willing to lay down the world at my feet and yet I was afraid to let him, all because Jeremiah’s trifling ass couldn’t get right.
“I’m a free agent, Tee. Ain’t no contracts signed over here,” I puffed folding my arms in front of me.
“If you so free then why you keep coming over here fucking with me then, huh? You want me to play like I’m your man and do everything for you but you don’t want me to actually be your man, though. What kind of shit is that, Sunset?” Tee gawked at me with the sternest look in his eyes. “You trying to keep your feelings in check for me like they don’t exist while you go and fuck with Jeremiah and some other kat.”
“It’s not even like that, Tee—“
“You motherfucking right. It ain’t about to be like that. Either you quit fucking with this off brand dude and Jeremiah or I’m gonna kill both of them niggas. And, I put that on everything.” He stacked his fist beating and tapping them on top of one another.
Tee was a hood nigga through and through. He never said anything he didn’t mean. So when he looked me in the eyes and recited those words, I knew he meant what he said. I couldn’t have that kind of shit on my conscious. Cesar was truly a good man and I couldn’t wish any ill will on Jeremiah no matter how bad he had hurt me.
“No, I’ll break it off with Cesar. But Jeremiah and I aren’t even together anymore. I told you what he did to me with my friend. We’re through. I just need time to get over him before I jump into another relationship, Tee. I’m just trying to be cool and have some fun.” And that was the truth.
“Well you can either have your fun with me or without me. It’s your choice. ‘Cause I refuse to be that nigga that you keep swinging along when there’s a whole fleet of chicks out there waiting in line to get a nigga like me.” He walked up to me towering his tall skyscraper stature over me. “You hear me?”
“Yeah, I hear you. Anyway, Jeremiah is your friend, been your friend for more years than you’ve known me. Do you really wanna jeopardize what you have with him for me?”
“Man fuck that nigga. He know what it is. His ass ain’t loyal and I gots no love for niggas like him. I get money with that nigga. That’s it,” Tee grunted in my face before scaling his eyes up and down my nude flesh. “Man, I’m done talking about them goofy ass clowns.”
…I'm that flight that you get on, international
First class seat on my lap girl, riding comfortable
'Cause I know what the girl them need,
New York to Haiti
I got lipstick stamps on my passport,
You make it hard to leave
Been around the world, don't speak the language
But your booty don't need explaining
All I really need to understand is
When you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Get jazzy on it…
Jason Derulo set the mood just right at that moment. In an instant, Tee pulled me close to him locking his lips with mine. We practically mauled each other, plopping down on one another on the bed. There is no greater feeling in the world than gushing out an ocean full of cum all over a nice rock hard solid dick. Bouncing up and down on that motherfucka made me feel like I was queen of the biggest illustrious queendom in the world. Fuck the world. How about the whole damn Galaxy? Yeah, that's right. And why not? Shit even a blind man could see that I deserved it.
Sliding my slippery canal all up and down his shaft, I conquered that damn dick. A nigga only allowed a female to go so far with him but when I rode the shit out his ass he was like putty in my bare hands. Virtually nothing was off limits. Hell, after fucking him three times last night, riding him this morning was like the perfect wake and bake for the both of us anyway. It was befitting since he worshipped me like his queen so naturally I acted the part.
That dick was so good he made me want to imprint my name on it. No it wasn’t today, still he gave it to me like it was birthday sex though. Peeking down below me to get a visual of his facial expression, watching and grinning as his eyes, brows and lips locked in sex face, only confirmed how great of a job I was doing. Sometimes a bitch had to put in work to keep a nigga tamed just how she liked him.
“Ooo, shit. I’m about to bust quick, Sunset,” he groaned heavily beneath me.
“I know nigga. Cum for this pussy,” I encouraged him.
I slapped up and down on that motherfucking dick like my life depended on the release of its good pleasure. He squirmed as the creamy eruption filled me up inside. Throwing my hips in a circle, I made sure he excreted every warm drop into me. I didn't know what it was but I loved the satisfying connection I felt when a nigga came up inside of me.
With condoms and pulling out, I always felt disconnected from every man I slept with in that way. It was the reason why I never used them. I needed to feel his fleshy meat penetrating my walls along with his fluids mixing with mine without being blocked by some thin dry plastic. Staring down at the more than gratified glow plastered on his face, I was sure that his energy was spent from my hard work, riding his ass into the submission that wouldn't take to Jeremiah's stubborn ass.
“Damn girl, three times in one night and now this morning action? You sure know how to use a nigga good don’t you?” Tee chuckled as I collapsed on the side of him before he peeled his self out of bed staring into the sports cast of the news.
“Well, what can I say? My pussy purred when you kissed me so I had to make sure she got straight. Ya feel me?” Shrugging my shoulders, I quickly shot him the old crafty wink and a smile.
I had completely forgotten all about the fact that I left the kids with my momma last night. All I could think about was being able to catch up with the one person who I know knew would make me feel like nothing else in the world mattered but my happiness. I needed a little pick me up during my weak times when I felt low, depressed or incapable and Tee was just who I could get it from. Out of nowhere my phone began buzzing out of control interrupting my thoughts.
“Ugh, hey momma. Sorry I didn’t come home last night but—“
“Girl, you must’ve been real busy wherever you’re at huh? You ain’t seen the news?” Momma asked sounding hysterical.
“Um, naw. What happened?”
“Shit, girl listen,” she said as the sound of her TV got louder in the background.
**Thanks Jim and Barb. No witnesses are known and as of right now no suspects are in custod
y in this brutal shooting of two young lovers. Last night a man and woman were gunned down as they engaged in a romantic evening in the backseat of their car here in Abbott Park on the 49th block of East 95th Street. Not much else is known about either of the victims except that this is their car right behind me where the victims were found. Authorities have been out here all night and morning and are quickly hauling it away as they are nearly finished with their investigation here. Now again at this moment no other information has been provided until the victims’ families have been notified. We’ll update you as information becomes available. That’s it for now, live on the far southeast side. I’m Kayla Coopwood, WGN News. **
“Girl that looks like Jeremiah’s car on the news. I don’t know but you might wanna get to the hospital.” There was a sense of concern and urgency in her voice.
“Oh my gosh. Momma are you sure that was it?”
“I’m pretty damn sure that was it baby girl. They said they rushed him to Christ Trauma Center.”
“Alright, I’m about to be on my way. Thanks momma.” I hung up without even waiting for her to respond. “Tee, I’ve gotta go.”
“Where you going now, Sunset?” Irritation rang through his tone.
“I’ve gotta go handle some business. I’ll be back.”
Tee shook his head blowing a deep breath of steam from his lips. “Oh I ain’t doubting that. I know you’ll be back. But if where you’re going ain’t got nothing to do with your kids then you don’t need to be going.”
I didn’t even dignify his comment with a response. It would have only turned into a blown up argument and I really wouldn’t have been able to leave. Instead, once I was fully clothed I politely kissed him on his tender lips and headed out. All I could do once I got in the car was pray. Pray that Jeremiah was okay and pray that Tee’s crazy ass didn’t get in his car to follow me to my destination.
Chapter 3
Across Town
Bianca
He wasn’t answering his phone. My fingers couldn’t stop pushing the send button calling him back to back each time the call went to voicemail. In the back of my mind I knew it was borderline stalker behavior. But I couldn’t see myself letting it all end that way between he and I. I had an addiction for him that was quickly increasing by the second. Fuck the amount of time we had been together. That man knew every inch of me like no other had. He read my soul like no other man could and for that I craved him like a fat kid loved cake.
“Com’ on. Answer the phone dammit,” I chanted, repeatedly dialing his number over and over again.
Still no answer. He was mad as shit at me for what happened last night I could see. Before, when I would get mad at him, I never went so far as to not answer my phone for him. He knew I would never treat him like that. He and I were so different yet so alike in many ways. He finalized the part of me I didn’t know was incomplete. When I was down he lifted me up. Whether he knew it or not he needed me to be the rock of his life. He and I were meant to be together despite anyone who objected to it. It was then that I realized I might’ve fucked up a good thing, probably one of the best things I’ve ever had.
Slamming my phone down on the counter, I picked up my large wine glass taking another sip and then a huge gulp hoping to drown my sorrows in this liquor. At the front door there were a few clicks and turns bolting my head in its direction. In he strolled, dressed from head to toe in the finest threads like he had just come from the fucking club or somewhere. He was so fine and clean cut that it pissed me all the way the fuck off. Who the fuck was he looking all snazzy for? He had me fucked up if he thought I was leaving one cheating man just to jump on another.
“Where the fuck you been, Myking huh?” I felt my words slur a bit, having drunk an entire bottle of Pinot Grigio wine prior to that last glass in an effort to wait up for him.
“What’s good with you, B?” He replied casual as hell.
“Oh don’t give me that shit, coming up in here looking like you’ve been out chasing bitches all night. Where the fuck you been?” My hands waved wildly in the air.
“Shit, I hit the crib.” Myking was short with me. He only acted like that when he wasn’t feeling the question asked of him.
“Motherfucka I went by your crib last night and your rental spots and you weren’t anywhere to be found. Now tell me another lie ‘cause that one ain’t working.” My arms folded in front of me simultaneously with the twisting of my lips.
He laughed lowering his head to the floor before bringing his eyes back up to mine. “I’ve got more than one crib, B.”
I felt stupid as soon as the words left his lips. As I stared at them all I wanted to do was grab him, pull him close and let him know that I would never put another nigga before him ever again. He was too good of a man for that. He didn’t deserve that shit. I couldn’t lose this man for anyone or anything in the world.
Myking was worth so much more than Jeremiah. I couldn’t allow my broken heart to flourish for his worthless ass any longer. Myking was my present and my future now. But for some reason in my drunken state, the words I needed to say to Myking to let him know all of that wouldn’t come out. Instead my body grew stiff, frozen, staring up into his sexy brown eyes.
“So you riding around hunting me down huh?” He chuckled as he tossed his keys on the island counter.
“I…I…”
“It’s cool. Don’t trip.” Myking turned wrapping his strong arms around my waist as I breathed a sigh of relief. “It lets me know that you’re checking for a nigga. That’s wassup. But I was just giving you some time to yourself to think. That’s all.”
“I’m always checking for you baby and no one else. I’m done with that bullshit baby. I swear. All I want is you.” I stood on my tiptoes a bit to allow my lips to reach his as he leaned down to me. “I’m so sorry—“
“Fuck that shit. It’s nothing.” With that his tongue slid inside my mouth in search of mine.
“Hey, baby,” I interrupted shooting him a seductive smile. “I cooked. You hungry?”
Waffles, cheese grits and sausage patties were on the table waiting for him. I loved to cook and serve a good man. There was nothing wrong with treating a man like a king so long as he was conducting himself accordingly as one. He smiled back at me refusing to respond as he reinserted his tongue back into my mouth. That was my cue to shut up and let him get what he really hungered for.
Myking could have run for Man of the Year and won in a heartbeat, no contest. His sex was crazy but the way that the man talked to me drove me insane. He spoke to me like we were on the verge of taking over the world. His soul spoke to me without words and knew just what to say to keep me satisfied. Wasting all of my time with Jeremiah, it was then that I realized I was with the wrong man the entire time.
Wrapping my arms around his head pulling on his dreads, I pulled him further into me enjoying the pressure of his bulge against my waist. In that moment, I thought of nothing else but he and I on a remote island together. I was long overdue for a lengthy vacation in the sun and Myking was the perfect man for romantic getaway like that.
His hands felt so damn good massaging my back as he pulled me further into him. I was lost. It was then that I knew I had chosen the wrong man from the beginning. I should’ve been with Myking from jump. If I had then I could’ve saved myself from all the heartbreaks and headaches I dealt with while fucking with Jeremiah. Refusing to unlock his lips on mine, Myking reached down to pull my shirt from my waist but the incessant ringing of the doorbell halted him.
“Uh un, fuck that door,” I told him pulling him back in.
His bright pearly white smile lit up the room. “I’ve got all day to make you scream baby. Go get the door.” He gave me a playful slap on the ass as he nudged his head in the door’s direction.
I swear if it wasn’t Ed McMahon with a big ass check I was cussing whomever this was the fuck out. And since Ed McMahon was dead, this person was sure to get it. They leaned on the doorbell continuously then began
banging on the door with their fists like they were slowly losing patience. What they didn’t know was that my patience shot out the window the moment they arrived at the door interrupting us. Disturbing me just when I was about to have the hottest makeup sex ever.
“What?” I clamored, whisking open the door as my eyebrows curled over annoyed as fuck.
“Chicago Police Department, ma’am. May we have a word with you?” a Caucasian man’s voice answered on the opposite side of the door.
The fuck? What the fuck could they possibly want with me? Myking backed up from his lusting gaze on my backside retreating to staring me in my eyes. No sign of worry or fear was evident but he shot a stern look my way. It was for damn sure serious. I didn’t know what it meant but as he playfully tapped my ass and smooth turned heading back towards the bedroom, I got a sense that he didn’t want me to alert them to his presence.
“Coming,” I said rushing to the room to grab my robe before slipping it on and rushing back to open the front door slightly. “What can I do for you?”
“Ma’am, are you Bianca Divine?” A black suited detective asked giving me just about the same stern look that Myking had just given.
He stood there with his Caucasian counterpart also suited in black with a fat clipboard of papers in his hands. I looked around outside wondering when the cameras would come out of nowhere and tell me that I had just won a million dollars in some online sweepstakes. I often entered those things when I was bored and rambling through websites on my phone. But when the detective’s demeanor didn’t change, I knew they were both on my doorstep for nothing other than business.
“Um, yes. I’m Bianca Divine. What can I do for you gentlemen?” I repeated.
The detective cleared his throat, “Well, I’m Detective Broham and this is my partner Detective Ficks from the homicide department—“
“Wait hol’ up a minute. Homicide? Wha…Who…Is my mother okay?” Panic set in as my eyes and hands quickly searched my body for the whereabouts of my phone.
