by Mz. Lady P
“Pee in it. Random drug test.”
“I don’t do too well with test,” I said as I got up and invaded her personal space. The only thing that was between us was her cherry oak desk.
“Mr. Kain, I’m going to have to ask you to please have a seat.” I could tell that I caught her off guard. I had ma feeling some type of way. I could literally see her heart pounding under that tight light blue dress shirt she was wearing.
“Why?”
“You are being unprofessional.”
“How? I’m standing up.”
“Just take the cup and leave a urine sample, please. Unless there’s a reason why you are refusing to leave one.”
“No. No reason at all,” I smiled and grabbed the cup from her hand making sure our skin made contact. “Where is the bathroom?
“Down the hall to the right.”
I went to the bathroom and peed in the cup. I knew that I wasn’t going to pass the test, but I wasn’t going to get in trouble. Shawty was low key feeling the kid and there was no way she was going to turn me in. The way her body shivered when our skin touched confirmed that I had her. Now all I had to do was tear down those walls that she had up.
The T-Mobile jingle started playing letting me know that my Note 4 was ringing.
“Hey, Princess, what’s up?”
“Hey daddy! Are you busy?”
“Never for you.”
“Do you think you can pick me up so we can go shopping?”
“You want to break daddy pockets, huh?” I joked.
“I think I deserve it.”
“Yes, you do deserve it. I’m wrapping up my meeting now, so tell you mother to have you ready.”
“Ok daddy, love you!”
“Love you more!”
Placing my phone back in my pocket, I placed the urine in the basket and washed my hands.
“Are we done?” I asked as I took a seat on the edge of La’Tissa’s desk.
“Yes, I am about to head out now.”
“So, when will I be able to see you again?”
“At your next appointment, don’t be late!” she said and handed me the appointment card. I sat and watched her before getting up and leaving.
***
As I was handing the guard my keycard to the estate La’Quasha and my daughter lived in, I could have sworn I spotted Eboe’s Chevy Impala. I tried to look at the license plate, but the car drove off too fast. If I ever found out Qua had this side way nigga in my house and around my child, it was going to be lights out for the both of them.
Knocking on the door, I waited for a response.
“Hey daddy!” Liyah shouted and jumped into my arms.
“Hey, princess, are you ready.”
“Yes daddy. Can mommy come with us?” she sweetly asked. I wanted to punch Qua because I knew her childish ass was the one who planned this all out. I hated how she used my daughter as a pawn to get to me.
“Yes,” I answered not wanting to disappoint my daughter.
“Mommy, daddy said you can come, too,” Liyah said before she jumped out of my arms and ran through the house. I grabbed her and placed her in her booster seat as we sat in the car waiting for her mother.
Qua walked out of the house looking decent. I really thought she was going to wear something skimpy or trashy, but she didn’t. She had on a pair of jeans, with a Bebe t-shirt, and some fresh out the box all white Air Force ones. Qua looked better when she dressed covering her body instead of showing off everything her mama gave her.
I rolled my eyes at her as she got in the front seat and strapped on her seatbelt. This was far from over. I was going to straighten her ass out for this little stunt she decided to pull.
Spending time with my daughter was nice. Qua was getting on my nerves with her ratchet behavior. She snapped her fingers at some chicks that tried to talk to me, but I expected her to cut up when females approached me. I had to remind her over and over again that we were not together and that I could fuck with whoever I wanted to, but that went through one ear and out the other.
“Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom,” Liyah whined as we took our seat at one of the tables in the food court.
“You just now realize that?” Qua snapped on her and caused her to put her head down in shame. I reached under the table, grabbed Qua by the thigh, and applied pressure on her bone. I could see the pain written all over her face as I continued to squeeze.
“Don’t talk to her like that,” I said making myself clear before letting go. “Take her to the bathroom now,” I told her as I got up and pulled the chair out for Liyah to get up. I watched them walk in the direction of the bathroom before sitting back down. I could feel someone staring at me, and when I turned around, it was her.
Chapter 5
La’Tissa
“Oh, my God, that’s him,” I whispered as I looked in Khalil’s direction. Tosha, Mariah, and I decided to do a little shopping for our weekly girls night out.
“Who the thug?” Mariah asked.
“My client,” I corrected her.
“Girl he’s fine, you need to jump on that. Hell, if you won’t then I will,” she replied.
“Mariah, stop being so damn nasty. If La’Tissa choose not to fuck with him then that’s her,” Tosha came to my defense.
“Well, that’s why her ass going to stay single. Shit! Learn how to live a little.”
“Mariah, shut the fuck up on some real shit!” I snapped. I was ten seconds away from fucking her ass up.
“Oh, you gangster now?” she laughed and walked away and inside of Victoria Secret.
“I don’t know why you insist on fucking with that bitch,” I said to Tosha.
“Because we’re friends.”
“Correction, you’re my best friend. She’s just some charity case bitch you decided to befriend.”
“Tissa, chill out!”
“No you tell that bitch to chill. One more remark and I’mma dog walk that hoe I swear.”
“You’re too pretty to be talking like that,” a deep voice startled us. I was at a lost for words as I turned around and stood in front of Khalil. No matter how much I tried to convince myself that what I was feeling for this man wasn’t real, the stronger my attraction for him became.
“How are you, Mr. Kain?”
“Better now that I’m able to see you.”
“Is that so?” Tosha interjected.
“Very much so,” he replied as he looked at me with those dreamy bedroom eyes.
“Well, it was nice seeing you, Mr. Kain. Make sure you’re not late for our appointment.”
“And risk not seeing your pretty face. Nah, I’ll be there and on time.”
“Good,” I said as I grabbed Tosha’s hand and dragged her behind me.
“Mariah is right, he is FINE!”
“I know, but he’s also a thug and I don’t do those. End of story.”
“Ok, no need to chew my head off. Let’s go find me something sexy to wear for Ronnie tonight.”
Seeing Khalil had my mind in a frenzy. I wasn’t able to focus on anything, so I decided not to buy anything. Even if I wanted to let my guard down and give him a chance, he was still my client and that went against our code of conduct. Plus, he was already in a relationship. I watched the female he was with take a little girl that was a spitting image of him.
Coming home to an empty house was starting to become really depressing. I missed having someone to lay up with and have lazy days. I missed everything about dating, except the heartbreak that came along with it.
Brushing my long, natural, thick, black hair, I prepared myself for yet another blind date. Every month the girls would take turns setting me up on blind dates in hopes of me finding a man. I didn’t want to go because it was Mariah who set this date up for me, but because I already confirmed with my date, I decided not to stand him up.
My date sent me a text informing me of what he was wearing, so I sat in my car searching for a guy that matched his description. I spo
tted a fat guy dressed in the same exact clothes that he described he was wearing. I called the phone private just to confirm it was him and just as I suspected, he answered the phone. I was really going to fuck Mariah ass up. I promised myself as I sped off and headed home. I guess it was going to be another cookie dough Ben & Jerry ice cream night for me. I stopped at a Rite-Aid and made sure I had enough batteries to last me through the night.
Chapter 6
Tosha
Let me lick you up and down
Til you say stop
Let me play with your body baby
Make you real hot
Let me do all the things you want me to do
Cuz tonight baby I wanna get freaky with you
Baby don't you understand
I wanna be your nasty man
I wanna make your body scream
And you will know just what I
(you know what I mean)
24 carat gold
To warm the nights when you get cold
I wanna lick you up and down
And then I wanna lay you down
I danced around the house to Silk’s Freak Me dressed in the canary yellow lingerie set I picked out for my husband. Tonight he was coming home from one of his many business meetings and I was ready to get fucked and sucked. Lately, our relationship was starting to have a disconnect. I wasn’t sure if it was because both of us were always busy, but I was determined to get that spark back.
I met my husband Ronnie in my freshmen year of college and we’d been together ever since. He was the CEO for Home Depot; one of Atlanta’s fortune 500 companies. I was an English teacher at a middle school. Most of my days consisted of dealing with other people children that at the end of the day, all I wanted was to come home to peace and quiet.
On the other hand, Ronnie wanted a house filled with babies. I wanted to give him children it just that I wasn’t ready for any yet. Our marriage was rocky and it wasn’t wise to bring a child into the picture without working out the problems. Ronnie didn’t see it that way. He thought a baby would be the glue that held our relationship together.
Standing in the mirror, I rubbed the edible pineapple lotion to all the exposed parts of my body. I even rubbed a pea size amount to my pussy. My body looked sexy as hell in my skimpy outfit. I didn’t have much breast, but what I lacked up there; I made up for it with ass. My ass was so huge that it ate and swallowed the thong I was wearing. Ronnie tried to convince me to get breast implants, but I was not about to let no doctor fuck up my body.
The keys crashing against the glass table let me know that he was home. I could hear his footsteps coming up the stairs, so I took my spot on the bed. I held a yellow rose in my hand as I laid there and waited for him to enter the room.
“Not tonight,” was the first thing he said when he entered the room. To say that my heart was broken was an understatement. I went through all this trouble just for my husband to shut shit down before it even started.
“What you mean not tonight?”
“I meant, I am tired. I just want to shower and go to bed.”
“What about me and my needs?”
“You should have told me you wanted sex, then I would have stopped at the grocery store and bought a few V8 Fusions energy drinks.”
“I didn’t know I had to ask my husband for dick.
“Tosha, look I am tired and I had a long week. Can you please just let me shower and sleep? I’ll make love to you in the morning.”
“Oh, so my husband has to give me an appointment just to make love to me!”
“Tosha, for real shut up or I’ll go spend the night in the hotel.”
“Go! You probably fucking another bitch!”
“I don’t have time for this shit!” he said as he grabbed a few things and threw them into an overnight bag.
“Fuck you!!” I yelled and ran in the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. I sat on the toilet seat and cried until my body couldn’t produce any more tears.
I couldn’t believe my marriage was so close to being over. I took pride in being the only one of my friends that was married and headed in the right track when it came to love. Now I was heading straight to divorce court. I cried and prayed, begged God to fix my mangled marriage. Curling up into a ball on the bathroom floor, I allowed the remainder of my tears to stain the decorative carpet that was laid out on the floor.
***
The sunrays beaming from the bathroom window woke me up. My body felt sore as I used the toilet to help me get off of the floor. I looked a mess. Brushing my teeth, I fixed my hair up in a bun, and tied my robe tightly around my waist. Opening the bathroom the door, the room was the same way I left it last night. I searched the house for Ronnie, but he was gone along with his overnight bag. I couldn’t believe that he left me on the bathroom floor bawling and went to a hotel room.
I couldn’t figure out where everything went wrong. We started off perfect and now we were so damaged. Thoughts of there being another woman flooded my mind. But with his hectic schedule at work, I doubted that he would find the time to go cheat. Browsing through my phone, I skimmed over the missed calls and text messages I received from my girls. I texted them and let them know that I was doing fine just a little tired from being tossed around all night.
I would never give Mariah the benefit of the doubt and lead her to believe that there were any problems in my marriage was. She was like a leech, waiting for an opportunity to suck any nigga with money dry. I made a mental note to call La’Tissa to vent.
I placed a K-cup of Folgers in my Keurig and allowed it to brew. Rummaging through the medicine cabinet, I pulled out a bottle of Hydrocodone and took two for the horrible headache I got from doing all of that crying. I had to get myself together because later I had to make a run to the education store to purchase learning materials for my class.
Filling the tub with warm water, I added some blueberry bubbles and lit a Bath and Body works Red Velvet candle. Positioning my body in the tub, I allowed the warmth of the water to take over me. I laid there in silence just staring at the ceiling trying to figure where everything went left. After sulking in my sorrows, I pulled the plug allowing the water to escape. Turning on the shower, I rinsed all the bubbles off of my body and exited the bathroom.
Oiling my body down, I dressed myself in a pair of jean shorts, a black and white crop top, and a red blazer, topping my outfit off with a pair of red thigh high Steve Madden boots. I transferred everything to my red Steve Madden BKent Hobo bag, poured my coffee in my thermal, and headed out the door. As I was leaving, Ronnie was pulling in. He brushed past me without greeting me and entered the house. I wanted to go inside and curse his ass out, but decided against it.
Mary J Blige’s I’m Not Gonna Cry kept me company as I made my drive to the shopping center. I was happy that the Phipps Plaza wasn’t too packed; I had no intentions on being out all day. In the store, I grabbed the items I needed for my students and made my way to the register. The school I worked for was private, so I decided to buy things out of pocket since we wasn’t funded by the state.
I shopped in the plaza for about three hours before my stomach began to grumble. I had a taste for some catfish, mac and cheese, collard greens, and hot rolls, so I decided to head over to 285 West Soul Food Restaurant. I was in line waiting on my food when the finest specimen I had ever seen walked in. He was busy barking orders in the phone that he didn’t notice me fucking the shit out of him with my eyes.
“Order number 6-52,” the cashier called out my number. I grabbed my food and stole a few more looks at him before heading to my car.
“Yo ma is this yours?” the sexy ass piece of chocolate asked me right before I pulled off.
“Yes,” I replied holding my hand out to retrieve my phone. I had a bad habit of always putting my phone down then walking away. One of these days, the right person was going to find it and rob me for it.
“You shouldn’t be leaving your phone unattended.”
“I know it's a bad habit.” I smiled as I studied his appearance. He towered over me standing about 6’0; he was hefty, but not fat. He had dark, creamy skin that was as smooth as a baby’s bottom, and those gold fronts he wore screamed thug! He was dressed in Gucci from his hat down to his sneakers. He was just one tall glass of chocolate milk and my thirsty ass was dying to take a swig.
“I already programmed my number in it, make it your business to use it.” He smiled, before he walked back into the building. It was something about the way he took control of the situation that made my pussy drench the satin, silk, raspberry thong I was wearing. Looking down at my phone, I changed his contact name from Gunz to Janelle. Even though Ronnie and I was having problems that still didn’t change the fact that I was still a married woman. But one thing for sure, I wasn’t going to hesitate to use Janelle’s number if Ronnie kept up with the bullshit.
Chapter 7
Ronnie
I loved my wife with all my heart, but I also love my mistress. Tosha was every man’s dream. She was sexy, smart, intelligent, independent, plus she could cook, clean, ride dick like a jockey and suck it like a pro. The only problem was that she wasn’t willing to give me something my mistress did. A baby.
Trying to live this double life and be a CEO to my company was starting to stress me out. I took out all my frustrations on Tosha and she didn’t deserve that. I put Tosha through hell and all she ever did was stand by my side and be a good wife. There was no way in hell I was going to leave her or allow her to leave me, so I had to make sure to keep this thing I had going on with Lori a secret.
Lori was different than any of the girls that I cheated on Tosha with. Lori was hood and real ghetto. Lori was the type of chick that I wanted in high school, but couldn’t get because I wasn’t a dope boy. This thing with Lori was only supposed to be a fling, but I slipped and fell for her young ass. It was something about being with her that made life stress free. She didn’t come from much, so the littlest things made her happy. She was ok with sitting at home watching movies and eating a few dollar cheeseburgers from McDonalds.
