by Lucinda John
“Babe we got some moves to make, so I’ll let you catch up with Lisa,” I said, kissing her before leaving.
Once we reached the car Ralph asked, “Yo, what you gonna do about the chick at the house?”
“I got her a nice little spot, a car, and a few bands. She should be fine.”
“Not that, I mean the feelings she’s developed.”
“Man, it wasn’t even like that between us,” I said, waving him off.
“You may not see it that way, but she does. Trust me. I see the way she acts when she’s around you. Shawty’s feeling you.”
“Shut up and roll up nigga,” I said, tossing the bag of weed in his lap. I knew he was right. That was why I had to make that trip to Miami to clear shit up before wifey came home.
When we made back to Miami, I dropped Ralph off at home and made my way home. As soon as I opened the door, the aroma of food consumed my nostrils. I walked to the kitchen, but no one was in there. I could see the table was set for two, and a few dishes were on the table. I uncovered the dishes and my mouth began to water at the sight of the pot roast with vegetables and white rice.
“I see you finally made it,” Amanda said, startling me.
“Yeah, I’m back. The food smells good,” I replied.
“Did you find her?”
“Yes.”
“Well, sit down and eat so we can celebrate.”
We made small talk over dinner, but you could tell there was tension in the air.
“So, does this mean I’m homeless now?” she asked laughing, but I could tell she was serious.
“No, you’re not homeless. I copped you a spot.”
“Really?” she asked, shocked.
“Yes, finish eating and I’ll show you.”
* * *
“This is it,” I said, pulling in the driveway and parking the car.
“I love it!” she exclaimed, leaning over to give me a kiss. She unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car to inspect her new house. I tossed her the keys and waited by while she went and did a walk-through of her new home.
“Oh, my God, thank you so much!” she shouted, coming out of the house while jumping up and down like a hyperactive child.
“You’re welcome. The dealership is supposed to be coming by to drop off your car tomorrow. Here take this,” I said handing her a duffle bag with fifty thousand dollars in it.
“Thank you,” she said again, leaning in to give me a kiss.
My mind told me I should have pulled back, but for some reason I didn’t.
She tugged at my belt buckle and stuck her hand in my pants. The soft touch of her hand had my dick standing at attention. Pulling me by my hand, she led me into the house. Closing the door, she began undressing. She dropped down to her knees and gobbled my dick. Her hand and mouth were moving in a rhythmic motion as she hummed on my dick causing a vibrating sensation.
“Oh, shit!” I moaned as she slowly licked the head of my dick making my dick jump. A few minutes of the head doctor, left me emptying my seeds in her mouth. She spit the nut back on my dick before slurping it all back up and swallowing it.
I pulled up my pants, grabbed my keys, and walked back to my car. Sitting inside, I rolled up and smoked me a blunt. I sat and fought with myself. My head was telling me to get on the road and leave, but my dick was telling me to go and fuck that pussy up.
I sat and played with my thoughts a little more before reaching in the glove compartment and getting the box of Magnums. Everything in me screamed, ‘Take yo ass back to Port St. Lucie to be with Lala’, but instead I walked back in the house and locked the door behind me.
Chapter 13
Lala
Waking up and seeing Stacks, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, but once it finally registered that it was him, and I was no longer in that hell hole, I was beyond happy. My body was still sore from the beating and assault I suffered from Tasha’s psychotic ass, but I was glad it was all over.
“I’m happy you’re back, Chica,” Lisa said, getting in bed with me.
“Me too.” I cuddled closer to her. “Are you crying?” I asked, feeling something wet on my shoulders.
“No,” she replied before she finally broke down crying.
This was all new to me. I was always the one crying on her shoulder. I thought she was one of the strongest people I had ever met because I never once saw her shed a tear. I didn’t know what to do, so I just held her close and we cried together.
* * *
The next day, I woke up with Lisa still lying next to me and no sight of Stacks. That was really odd to me. I thought he wouldn’t want to leave my side.
“Good morning cry baby,” I said nudging Lisa to wake up.
“Shut up trick!” she laughed, sitting up in the bed.
“Where’s Stacks?”
She gave me a look that told me she was about to tell me something that I wasn’t going to like.
“Lala, you know you’re my sister and I would never keep anything from you.”
All I could do was stare at her. My heart started beating fast as I frantically racked my brain to see what could have possibly happened these passed two months in my absence.
“Let me put you up on game on what’s been going on.”
I listened to her as she told me how Tasha ran her over and tried to kill her over Bear. How Pablo, Stacks’ brother, basically orchestrated everything that took place. She went on to tell me how she killed Tasha, which I was happy to hear, and how they found James dead.
What caught my attention was when she went into detail about this Amanda character, who had been staying with Stacks for the past two months. To say I was pissed was an understatement.
“So, he has the bitch living in our house?” I was so mad that tears started to fall.
“Yeah, but trust and believe I told the bitch to pack her shit, and if she ain’t gone about time we get there, I have no problem putting her ass out.”
“Did he fuck her?” I asked, holding my breath for an answer.
“To be honest, I don’t know, but you should talk to him first before jumping to conclusions,” she tried to reason, but I wasn’t having it.
“I’m going to your house when I get released.”
“But La…”
“End of discussion!” I said cutting her off. While I was going through hell, that nigga was out here acting as if I didn’t exist. Lisa and I talked and caught up about everything before she decided to go back to the hotel to shower and change.
Late in the afternoon while I was catching up on this new show, ‘How to Get Away with Murder’, Stacks decided to show his face. My heart melted and I started to smile until my brain reminded me that I was mad at him.
“What’s up bae?” he greeted me, licking my lips before attempting to kiss me. I shut that down quick by turning my head and adjusting my body, so that my back was facing him.
“You good?” he asked.
“I’m great.”
“You not happy to see your man?”
“My man ain’t obviously happy to see me since he’s been MIA.”
“Really?” he laughed. “I was out tying up some loose ends.”
“Tying up loose ends? Like getting that bitch out of my house!” I yelled, turning to face him. “Cat got your tongue?” I asked, after three minutes of silence.
“You fucking her?”
“No,” He finally answered.
“So, what was she doing living in our house for two months?”
“Helping me find you.”
“So she had to live with you to help you find me?”
“It’s not like that,” he stressed.
“Well, tell me how it is because I’m confused!”
“I had her stay with me to make sure she wasn’t reporting to anyone. She was staying in the guest room with security watching her 24/7. I didn’t want to risk letting her go if she had anything with your abduc
tion.”
“Yeah, okay. She better be out of the house by time I get home!”
“Done,” he said climbing in bed with me.
“I want a new house.”
“Done,” he said rubbing my stomach.
“Why is your mommy snapping on daddy,” he asked my belly.
“Because daddy want to be on some other type of shit,” I replied.
* * *
Today was the day I was going to be released. I was happy as hell. I was ready to return to Miami.
“Okay, Ms. Williams, let’s check on the baby one more time, and I’ll get your discharge papers,” the doctor said getting ready to give me an ultrasound.
“Looks like everything is good here. You’re about twelve weeks. The heartbeat is nice and strong, and your blood pressure is better than it was when you first got here. I am going to prescribe you some prenatal vitamins and give you the paperwork to give to your doctor at your first prenatal checkup.”
“Thank you, Doc,” Stacks said, taking her hand and kissing it.
“No problem, I’ll be back with the papers,” she blushed.
I wanted to kick his ass up and down the hospital’s hallway for being so damn friendly.
“What?” he had the nerve to ask.
“Keep playing with me,” I replied, rolling my eyes.
“Stop being jealous,” he joked, pinching my cheeks.
The doctor came back in the room with papers in her hand, “Here you go, just sign here, and here,” she said, pointing to the x’s where my signature was needed. She gave me my discharge papers, and I was ready to go home.
“Where’s Lisa,” I asked Stacks once we were in the car.
“She’s back in Miami.”
I adjusted my seat and leaned my head back. I prepared myself for the long drive home.
* * *
“We’re here,” Stacks said, shaking me.
Opening my eyes, I looked out the window and noticed we weren’t at home.
“We’re home.” he said, with a smile on his face. “Let’s go inside.”
Taking off my seatbelt, I followed behind him.
“Put your hand on the door knob.”
I placed my hand on the doorknob and a green light blinked.
“In case of an emergency or if you don’t have your keys, you can just turn the door knob and the sensor is able to detect your hand print and recognize you live here,” he said, opening the door.
“SURPRISE!!!” Everyone shouted once we entered the house. The house was beautifully decorated with balloons and welcome home banners. There weren’t a lot of people there, but I expected that because Stacks never really liked for people to know where he lived.
“Welcome home, Lala.” Stacks’ father said giving me a kiss on my hand. I laughed in my head realizing where Stacks picked up that habit from.
“Hola, Papa,” I responded, returning his kiss, but on his cheeks.
“I’m glad you are home.”
“I am too,” I replied. “I’m sorry about…”
“No, no, no, it’s okay,” he cut me off. “Today is about you mi amore.”
“Papa, are you trying to steal my woman?” Stacks interrupted, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“If I wanted to, it wouldn’t be hard,” he replied laughing.
For the remainder of the party, we laughed, ate, and enjoyed each other’s company. My heart stopped when I saw Jimmy. Back in the day before James, we used to have a little fling going on before he left for the army.
“When did Jimmy come home?” I asked, pulling Lisa to the side.
“Hell if I know. All I know is I woke up from my coma, and he was here,” she laughed; already knowing I had feelings for him. If he didn’t leave and go off to the army, who knows what could have happened between us.
“You still feeling him?” she asked.
“No, we were young, plus I’m with Stacks.”
“Uh, huh that’s what your lips say.”
“What’s up with you and Ralph?” I asked, wanting to know why they were being extra friendly.
“Nothing, he fine as hell though.”
“So, why not pursue him?” I probed.
“He has two kids.”
“And?”
“He has two baby mamas.”
“Ok?”
“I’m not trying to go through that type of stress,” she said, sipping her drink.
“Who knows, he might be a great guy.”
“You right and I’ll never find out. I’m tryna see what that dick can do though,” she laughed.
“You’re so damn silly,” I said, laughing along with her.
The party started to wind down, and everyone started to go home.
“You ready for a tour of your new house?” Stacks asked after the last guest left.
“Yes, lead the way.”
The house was bigger than the one we lived in before. The living room, themed the white room, was beautifully decorated. An all-white suede sectional was in the middle of the room decorated with black and gold throw pillows. There was a huge black fireplace in the back. Walking around the room my toes sunk into the plush white carpet. I admired the tall crystal and gold chandelier. The gold statues that decorated the room were simply breathtaking. Opening the black and gold curtains, I fell in love with my front yard.
The family room was decorated in cherry oak with a light yellow color painted on the walls. There was a big bookcase in the back of the room filled with books, a 90-inch television mounted on the wall, and pictures plastered on the opposite wall. We got into the home elevator, which brought us to the second floor. This is what Stacks called, “The Relaxation Floor”.
His office was on this floor along with his man cave. My woman cave was decorated in soft pink and cream. There was an 86-inch television mounted on the wall and a mini bar in the far back corner.
”Why is there a stripper pole in my woman cave?” I asked Stacks.
“In case you and your girls want to turn up,” he laughed.
He showed me the next room, which was an empty childproof playroom.
“I wanted you to be the one to decorate the playroom and the nursery,” he said as we walked to the elevator and rode up to the third floor.
“This is where all the bedrooms are located,” he said showing me each room. There was a total of six bedrooms on this floor.
“Here is the baby making room,” he said, opening up the door to the master bedroom. It was completely gorgeous. There was a king canopy bed, his and her closets. My vanity was all diamond. The adjoining bathroom was equally beautiful. There was a shower and a Jacuzzi tub, a urinal and toilet, and his and her counter space. Opening the French doors to our balcony, I admired South Beach.
“Do you like it?” he asked wrapping his arms around my waist.
“I love it baby, thanks.”
“Anything for you.”
“So, what happened to the old house?” I asked, turning around and facing him.
“Chill out. I sold it.”
“Just checking because I hope you ain’t think I was going to let that bitch stay up in that house,” I snapped, rolling my eyes.
“Keep rolling them and I’ma knock em’ right out,” he said, slapping me on the ass.
”Yeah, okay.”
Stacks pulled me outside on the balcony. He hit play on our surround sound system, and a Charlie Wilson instrumental began to play. He got on one knee and began to sing the words of the song, ‘You Are’.
“Butterflies is what I feel inside
And every time it’s like my first time oo wee
And I can never find the words to say
You’re the perfect girl
You’re made for me
It’s so easy to love you baby
We’re compatible, incredible and natural we are
And girl I’ve never felt this way before
From the
bottom of my heart
Baby girl I just wanna tell you that you are
The reason I love the reason I trust
God sent me an angel
You are the best in the world
A wonderful girl
Knowing you’re by my side brings tears to my eyes”
After he finished singing the hell out of the song, he pulled out a pink rectangular diamond ring. The diamond in the ring blinded me. I had to squint a little.
“Lala, will you make me the happiest man in this world by becoming Mrs. Anthony “Stacks” Jones?” he asked, taking the ring out of the box and sliding it on my finger.
I stared at the ring with tears falling out of my eyes. Never in a million years did I think God would answer my prayers. Here I was in a beautiful house, carrying a precious baby, with the man I love. I guess it was true what they say, ‘It takes having a bad man to appreciate a good one’.
“Yess!” I shouted loud enough for the whole city of Miami to hear me.
He got up and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and allowed his tongue to tango with mine.
“You trust me?” he asked sitting me on the edge of the balcony.
“Yessssss,” I moaned as he slipped his hand in my pants.
“Do you love me?”
Yesssssss.” I grunted as he stuck two fingers in me and made love to me.
“How much?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I answered, feeling myself close to an orgasm.
“You don’t know?” he said, pulling his fingers out of my soft spot, using my wetness to tease my clit.
“Well, let me remind you.”
He pulled my pants down and plunged his dick so far in me I thought I was going to spit it out of my mouth.
“Mmmmmm,” I moaned when he found my spot and started attacking it.
“Do you know how much you love me now?” he asked.
“No,” I replied, forcing him to punish me.
My nut was slowly building up, and I knew once I got to that point, I was going to flood the city of Miami.
“Oh, Gawwwwwd!” I screamed, feeling myself getting closer and closer to that point. When I was almost there, he stopped. My eyes popped open, and I gave him that, ‘if you don’t put the dick back in, we gonna have some problems’ look.
