Jaylin came out of the closet and held out his hand for the phone. “Give it here,” he said sharply.
I held the phone in my hand and yelled, “Are you fucking around with this bitch? I know her ass, Jaylin!”
“I don’t give a fuck who you know. Now, give me the damn phone.”
I slammed the phone in his hand and got out of bed. Not saying anything else to him, I put on some clothes, getting ready to leave. When I reached for the keys on the nightstand, he tightly grabbed my wrist.
“Mercedes, I’ll hit you back later.” He paused. “Just keep my watch safe and I’ll pick it up tomorrow.” He snickered. “Yeah, that too. Bye.” He hung up and looked at me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Let go of my wrist. You’re hurting me.”
He let go. “Don’t take my car out at this time of the morning.”
“Your car will be just fine.”
“I’m sure it will be, especially since it’s not moving.”
“So, now take the car from me too? What else do you want from me? Haven’t you already taken enough?”
“You know what? Take the car. If it’s anybody that’s been taking shit from the other, Miss Lady, you have worn out your welcome. You sound like a fool standing there telling me what I’ve taken from you. The only thing that I’ve taken from you is your pussy, and you offered to give me that. So I don’t give a shit where you go, just don’t tear up my damn car. If you do, there are going to be repercussions.”
He tossed the keys to me and I left.
I didn’t have anywhere to go, but I couldn’t stand to be around him knowing he was screwing that sleazy ho Mercedes. She knew me and knew me well. She used to be an exotic dancer until she fucked this old-ass rich man who offered her a better future. With his assistance, she began her modeling career. After that, nobody saw her for a while, until we started seeing her face on magazine covers and billboards. She’d been in the newspaper quite often, and I assumed she made pretty decent money.
She and I fell out years ago over Mackenzie’s father, Bruce. I didn’t know he was seeing both of us at the same time, and when I got pregnant, he left her for me. Soon after, he left me as well and moved to California. I hadn’t seen him since then, and quite frankly, didn’t want to.
The last time I saw Mercedes, we had a few words. She’d somehow heard about my relationship with Jaylin and teased me about hitting the jackpot. When I told her I wasn’t interested in his money, she begged to differ. That’s the kind of scandalous tramp she was, and if Jaylin wanted that kind of woman in his life, he could have her.
I was hungry, so I stopped at Denny’s to grab a bite to eat. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jaylin screwing Mercedes, so I pulled out my cell phone to make a quick call to my girlfriend, Traniece, to see if she had any scoop. It was still early in the morning, but I wanted some answers.
“Girl, do you know what time it is?” she said in a sluggish voice.
“I’m sorry, but I need a favor.”
“That’s the only time you call. What’s up, though?”
“Do you know where Mercedes lives?”
“Yeah, I think so. She not too long ago moved into a house near Eureka. Why?”
“Because I want to talk to her about Jaylin.”
“Jaylin? What’s going on with her and Jaylin?”
“That’s what I want to know. Would you mind giving me her address? I promise you I won’t tell her you gave it to me.”
“Hold on,” Traniece said. She had me on hold for a while and then came back to the phone. She gave me Mercedes’ address and directions to her crib. She also asked if I wanted her phone number.
“No, that’s okay. Her address is fine.”
I thanked Traniece, and after I finished eating and racking my brain about what to do, I headed straight for Mercedes’ house. My intentions weren’t to cause any trouble. All I wanted to do was find out how serious this relationship was between her and Jaylin. I hated doing shit like this, but I couldn’t let her think she had him all to herself, could I?
Traniece must have already given Mercedes a heads-up. When I pulled in her driveway, she stood in the doorway with her arms folded. I could tell she had an attitude by the toot of her lips and the frown on her face. Her hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, maybe suggesting that she was ready for a fight. I gracefully walked to the door and stood face to face with her.
“Are you screwing Jaylin?” I asked bluntly.
She stepped back and put her hand on her hip. “We’re screwing each other. Do you have a problem with that?”
I pointed my finger in her face. “You’re damn right I do. Now, I’ve been through this with you once before, Mercedes, and I’m not going through it again. Why don’t you just back off this time?”
“I don’t think so. A man like Jaylin can only be an asset to me, and by the way he put it down in the bedroom, I don’t think I’m going to give him up that easily.”
Her words stung like hell. “So, that’s what it’s all about for you? Some dick?”
“That’s all it’s been about for you, hasn’t it? He told me how you can’t get enough of his ass, about your lies, and how you lied about the baby to keep him. Face it, Scorpio, you fucked up—like you always do.” Her neck started to roll. “So don’t be coming over here trying to start no shit with me.”
Mercedes walked inside, and when she tried to close the door, I pushed on it. The door swung open and hit her in the face. She charged at me, and since I wasn’t having it, I grabbed her ponytail and we went at it.
We pounded the hell out of each other. The anger I had as I thought about Jaylin having sex with her was boiled up inside of me. How dare he tell her our business? How dare he sleep with a woman who was major competition for me? She was really gorgeous, and with each punch to her face, I intended to mess it up. I had no problem taking my frustrations out on her. When she got loose, she struggled to the phone and called the police.
Foolishly, I didn’t have enough sense to get the hell out of there, so when they came, they arrested me for trespassing and assault. I sat in back of the police car with handcuffs on and watched as they towed Jaylin’s Porsche away. He, without a doubt, was going to be livid.
Not wanting to stay one minute in jail, I had to call him to come bail me out.
“YOU DID WHAT?” he screamed at the top of his lungs.
“I need for you to come get me,” I said softly.
“Where in the fuck is my car at?”
“I . . . I think it’s in the tow yard.”
“You think, huh? Well, why don’t you think about how you’re going to sit in that motherfucking jail for the next several days? I can’t believe your ass!” He hung up.
I didn’t even have enough strength to cry. What in the hell did I expect from him? That son of a bitch didn’t care about me, and I was finally starting to realize it.
I thought about calling Jackson, but I didn’t want it to seem as if I only called him when I wanted something. Shortly after Jaylin and I had gotten together, I had eliminated many of my friends. It was times like this I wish I hadn’t.
The police told me my bail was $50,000. Ten percent down or not, that was too much money. Now, why would they assume I had that kind of money? I told them the car wasn’t mine, but I guess they felt as if they hit the jackpot when Jaylin’s information came up. They had no sympathy for me. I guess with acting a damn fool like I did, I couldn’t blame them.
I sat back on the cot and thought about all that had happened. When I heard an officer open the gate, I stood to my feet and he told me my time was up. I thought they were being nice by releasing me so soon, but when I walked outside, Jaylin was in his car on the phone. I was so glad to see him and wanted to smile; however, I knew how angry he was so I held back.
“Thank you for coming to get me,” I said, closing the car door.
He didn’t say one word to me, just looked over and stared while still on the phone. “Yeah,
man, I’m gonna stop by there tomorrow. In the meantime, let me deal with this criminal jailbird and I’ll call you later.”
He ended his call and drove off. Still not saying anything to me, he reached for the volume on the radio, turning it up. I felt as if this was the perfect time for us to talk, so I reached for the knob to turn it off.
“Would you talk to me, please? Don’t you see how desperate I’m getting?” I said.
“I don’t talk to jailbirds. And I damn sure don’t talk to women who feel as if they need to act childish and fight over me either.”
“I did what I had to do to defend myself. Besides, she started it.”
“I’m sure she did. When it comes to you, the other person is always at fault. So, enough said. Where’s my damn car at?”
I reached in my pocket and gave him the card the police had given to me. He drove to the tow yard, and after he dished out more money to get it, he paid one of the fellas there to drive his car home. He insisted I would never drive his car again, and yelled at me like I was a kid or something, all the way home.
I had a serious headache and went upstairs to relax. Jaylin called a taxi to drive the man back to work, and I watched them converse from the upstairs window. The house was quiet because Nanny B, LJ, and Mackenzie were gone. Again, this was another perfect opportunity to talk to Jaylin—or so I thought. But as soon as he came upstairs, our conversation turned into another yelling match.
“You refuse to listen to anything I have to say, so fuck it!” I yelled. I felt grimey from sitting on that cot for hours, and gathered some clothes to take a shower.
“You damn right fuck it,” he said, following me into the bathroom. “Why don’t you just get your shit and get the hell out of here then?”
“Oh, you would like that, wouldn’t you? That way, you could bring your so-called new bitch up in here!”
“I’ll bring my new bitch up in here whether you’re here or not. I pay the bills here, and if I wanted to, I’ll even fuck her in this house with your ass right here.”
“Like hell!” I yelled in his face. “If you ever disrespect me like that—”
“You gon’ what?” he yelled in my face. “What in the fuck are you gonna do?”
My heart pounded. I was seething with anger. Honestly, there wasn’t shit I could do, and I dropped my head in frustration. He grabbed my hair, pulling it back to raise my head. “Don’t punk out on me now, Miss Hard-Ass. Tell me, what in the fuck are you gonna do?”
I gritted my teeth and reached for his hair to pull it back. “I swear I hate you. I hate I ever met you, Jaylin!”
He pulled my hair tighter. “I hate your ass too!”
We stood and held each other’s hair while angrily staring each other down. My heart was beating fast, and by the way his chest heaved in and out, so was his. The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Jaylin blinked first, and when he looked at the tears running over my lips, he leaned in to kiss me. I backed away, but he pulled my head forward and covered my mouth with his. His grip in my hair got looser, and so did my grip in his. I closed my eyes and moved my hands throughout his soft, curly hair.
Feeling so relieved, I tore at his clothes and he tore at mine. We stood naked, and he picked me up and sat me on the bathroom counter in front of the mirrors.
I continued to rub through his hair, and he dropped his head against my chest. “Why do we keep on hurting each other like this?” he asked.
“I don’t know, but you have to know the hurt I’ve caused you was never intentional. I love you, and I would never—”
“Less than a minute ago you said you hated me.”
“I hate what you do to me, Jaylin. I hate this hold that you have on me, and I hate the way I feel when you’re away from me.”
“Me too,” he said, touching my breasts. “I be feeling so lost without you.”
“Then don’t be without me. Who says that you have to?”
I opened my legs wide and wrapped them around Jaylin’s waist. I rubbed up and down his muscular back and squeezed his tight ass, as his dick had already found its way inside of me. I’d waited weeks to feel like this, and by the look in his eyes, this moment hadn’t come soon enough for him either.
He squatted down in front of me, and I placed my legs on his shoulders while leaning back. He pecked my thighs, and as his tongue licked along the furrows next to my clit, he had me begging for more. I yelled out his name and encouraged him to fuck me well.
For the next hour or so, Jaylin provided what I’d asked for. I rode him backwards while he sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi tub. I knew my performance was to his satisfaction when he filled up my insides with one creamy, heavy load.
I wasn’t done with Jaylin just yet. I got on the floor, inviting him in between my legs. He enjoyed watching me play with myself, so I inserted my finger and moaned as I rubbed my swollen clit. I imagined that he was touching me, but he sat on the sidelines and continued to watch. It didn’t take long for him to join me on the floor, putting his mouth to work. I entertained him on one end, and in a sixty-nine position, he entertained me on the other. His perfected finger-fucking abilities caused my juices to run between the cheeks of my ass. I trembled all over and tried hard to concentrate on what I was doing to him.
Eventually, he backed out of my mouth and put his hardness where it belonged. He was rough, and pounded the hell out of me on the floor.
I slightly pushed his hips back and scooted back a bit. “Jaylin, slow down. Take your time, baby, okay?”
His rhythm slowed as he whispered in my ear, licking it. “I want a baby. I want you to have my baby, soon.”
“I want that more than anything in the world. So however long we’ve got to go at this, I’m game.”
I could barely keep up with Jaylin. We worked on our baby for what seemed to be hours. Nanny B and the kids had even come home, but we were so into it that we just closed the door and continued.
By the time we crossed the finish line, there wasn’t anywhere else in the bathroom to explore. We looked at each other and laughed as he lay on top of me in the bathroom’s linen closet.
“Are we finally finished?” I asked while taking deep breaths. “I don’t think I can go any longer.”
Jaylin rolled on his back and put me on top of him. “Yes, I’m finished. But we still need to clean up, right?”
I looked at my handsome man lying on the floor and smiled. “Yeah,” I said. “Then let’s go to the tub and clean up.”
Jaylin massaged my breasts together, and when he noticed my nipples swell, he slightly lifted me from his lap and went inside me again. I had no energy left and couldn’t even move. He squeezed my sweaty backside and guided my movements on top of him. I couldn’t believe my pussy had the nerve to tingle.
“This is your last one. I . . . I don’t understand how . . . why I keep coming like this.”
Maybe I didn’t know, but Jaylin did. He had mastered every single spot on my body, and the way he provoked my insides was no exception.
I fell forward on his chest, and he rubbed my back to comfort me. “You think you are so good, don’t you?” I said.
“I am.”
“Says who?”
“Says your pussy every time I dive into it. Didn’t you hear the way it just spoke to me?”
“Trust me, it don’t know any better.”
“Oh, it knows. And its owner, she knows better too.”
“The only thing its owner knows is she got some potent stuff too. And since she knows that, you better not think about fucking Mercedes again or else I’m cutting it off.”
“Are you giving me an ultimatum?”
“Take it however you want, but she and I got some bad blood between us. I’m not about to compete with her again.”
“What happened between y’all?”
“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you about it while we’re in the tub.”
Jaylin ran our water, and I hurried to check on Nanny B and the kids. She
was downstairs doing the laundry while the kids watched Finding Nemo. Seeing that everything was cool, I headed back upstairs. Jaylin was singing in the tub, and I put my ass in his face to shush him.
He cleared his throat. “Do you know the gap between your legs is about the same width as my dick?”
“No, I didn’t,” I said, easing down in the water. “But thanks for noticing. I’m sure it didn’t get there on its own.”
“You had that gap before I met you.”
“I did not.”
“Yes, you did. It was one of the first things I noticed about you.”
“If I did have one, trust me, it wasn’t as big as it is now.”
“I agree. And I’ve had the pleasure of making it grow.”
“You are so silly. Is that all you think about?”
“No, but, uh, tell me what’s up with you and Mercedes.”
Jaylin lathered our bodies with soap and water while I gave him the scoop about Mercedes and me. When I told him she used to mess around with Mackenzie’s daddy, he couldn’t believe it.
“It’s a small, small world. You can’t even lie about fucking around these days. That’s why nine times out of ten, I’m always honest about my shit.”
“Okay, Mr. Honest Man, who else have you been screwing besides Mercedes?”
He cocked his head back. “What?”
“You heard me. I know you’ve been messing around with somebody else, haven’t you?”
“Nope. As a matter of fact, I kept it simple this time around.”
“Ain’t nothing about that tramp simple. Why’d you have to go sleep with her? Of all the women in St. Louis, why her?”
“Why not? Baby got back, and she—”
I put my hand over his mouth. “Don’t even go there. If that’s the case, I got back and plenty of it.”
“But not like—”
“Jaylin, don’t. Please don’t compare us.”
“I’m not, so don’t go getting all bent out of shape. And even though baby girl might have back, she ain’t got no front to back it up like my baby do.”
My throat ached, and his words stung like hell. “I don’t appreciate you comparing the two of us like that. You gotta know how much that shit hurts.”
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