The Dirty Divorce Part 2

by Miss KP

  “What’s up my man, I thought you weren’t bringin’ your sister?” Cornell whispered as he gave me dap.

  “Cornell, this is my mother, Ms. Lisa. Ma, this is my man, Cornell.”

  “Hi Cornell, you can call me Lisa, and thanks for inviting us. I had a great time.”

  “Thanks, Lisa. You’re welcome to be my guest anytime.” I could tell that he was definitely checking her out. I couldn’t blame him though. Even though she’s picked up some pounds, my mother still had the body of a twenty-five year old.

  “So, what’s up, you ready to roll? You bring some chicks for us to hang out with?” I said to throw a wedge between whatever chemistry that was starting to build up between the two of them.

  “Naw, man. It’s just us three at the W tonight for a few drinks. I gotta leave early in the mornin’. We play Houston tomorrow. I’m really not tryin’ to hang out late.”

  “Alright, meet me at the 6th St. Garage entrance so we can ride over together,” I suggested.

  “Alright, cool.”

  When we got in the car, I gave my mother the no dating my friends speech, but of course she didn’t act like she was phased by anything I was saying to her. When we got to the W, it was crazy. Once the valet attendant took our cars, we made our way to the front of the line. Groupies were on the prowl in full effect. Every other chick sung, “Hey Cornell, Hey Juan.”

  You could tell my mother wasn’t use to this, but she played it cool. When we got off the elevator and made it upstairs, my mother was in her comfort zone. She wasn’t expecting such elegance with all the trashy chicks that were fighting to get in. As soon as we made our way to the table, I spotted Cherry at the bar.

  “Not speaking tonight, Juan?” she aked.

  “What’s up, babe?”

  I gave her a hug and a small squeeze on the ass. She was looking damn good and her sweet perfume instantly made me think of how she made me feel the last time we were together. We made arrangements for the night, but the only problem was she wasn’t driving and I didn’t know how I was going to allow her and my mother to be in the same vehicle together. I had to have her tonight and was determined to make a way.

  Once I caught back up with my mother and Cornell they seemed to be hitting it off quite well. You would’ve thought they’d known each other for years. I was instantly irritated. Cornell was a good dude, but I knew how he rolled. He was just like me and I just didn’t want my mother to have anymore drama in her life. When I sat down, they were laughing and carrying on like two best friends.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked.

  “Cornell is a trip. I was telling him that we were watching Madea movies last night and he was over here reciting lines. He does a good imitation of Madea’s brother, Joe.”

  I wasn’t enthused. “Oh, really.”

  My mother looked at me strangely. “Yeah. What’s wrong with you?”

  “Nothing. Look Ma, I’m ready to go. I gotta take you home because I got something to do tonight.”

  “Damn Juan, we’ve only been here for twenty minutes. I’ll just catch a cab, go on. I’m not ready to go. I’ll be alright.”

  “I’m not leaving you here,” I replied like I was the parent.

  “Why not? I’m not a child. Besides, there’s a taxi stand right outside the hotel,” my mother informed.

  “Juan, it’s all good. I’ll drop her off on my way home. I can just go I-495 home, it’s cool.”

  “Alright Cornell, but take care of my mother the way you would want me to take care of yours,” I said, with a wink as he gave me a pound.

  “Of course,” he replied.

  Something was telling me that leaving my mom with him was a bad idea, but I had to fuck Cherry tonight so I took that chance.

  Chapter Nine

  LISA

  Finally, I could say I had a great night. Cornell was such a nice guy and I really enjoyed his company…so much that he invited me to go to his game in Philly the following week. We even exchanged numbers, but I didn’t want Juan to know just yet. I knew I had to prove to him that I was going to be a rsponsible mother again, so it was way too soon to brag to him about another man. Trying to be strong, I went upstairs to my room and made sure I didn’t call Cornell to come back and quench my thirst for affection. Since I knew Juan wasn’t coming home, and I was feeling horny from all the drinks, I would’ve loved to fuck him. He was 6’7 with skin the color of Jack Daniels whiskey and a smile that made me weak at the knees. To top it off, he had a charming smile and a body full of tattoos; just like Carlos. He was beyond sexy and I guess the urge for me wanting to fuck him was probably because I was so damn lonely. Not to mention, with the exception of my ten inch vibrator, I hadn’t had sex in months.

  Taking off my clothes, I got into bed and started to please myself. As I rubbed my breast, I closed my eyes and thought of Carlos. I played with my nipples while I held the vibrator between my thighs and pressed it tight against my pussy. Feeling the vibrator up against my clit had me in a trance. Changing the speed from slow to fast, I moved my battery operated friend into a circular motion until my clit started to throb. Suddenly, I felt my insides cringe and a powerful release of fluid running down my thighs. The more I thought about Carlos, the harder I came.

  “Oh, shit,” I said as my body shook uncontrollably. It felt good to be having a much needed orgasm.

  As I continued to lay there, a noise coming from downstairs, instantly had me paranoid. With my past experience, I knew not to ignore it. Grabbing my gun from under the bed, I slowly walked down the steps and before I could make it to the foyer I heard heavy footsteps walking in my direction. With my heart rate beating out of control, I was scared and wondered if it was the alcohol that had me tripping.

  “Juan, is that you!” I yelled out. Feeling on the wall for the light switch as soon as I found it, the intruder appeared right before my eyes in my foyer.

  “Oh my God!” I yelled as I fell to the floor.

  “Hey Lisa, surprised huh? I hope I didn’t scare you,” Carlos said in a soft tone.

  “I thought you were dead. I’ve been lost without you,” I said as I stood up and walked closer to him. I had to touch him to see if he was real.

  “It’s really me Lisa.”

  “I’m sorry Carlos for what Rich did to you. I’m so sorry. He said he would kill me if I told anyone.” I started crying and ran to him as he held me. It was really him. The love of my life was alive. “How did you get out of the car? How did you survive?”

  “Before I tell you anything, no one can know that I’m not dead. When is Juan coming home?”

  “He won’t be home until tomorrow. I promise I won’t tell anyone. I missed you Carlos. Where have you been all this time? Why did you stay away from me so long?”

  “Let’s go upstairs and talk,” he suggested.

  As we walked up the stairs I could tell he wanted to touch my naked body, but he also seemed a little jumpy and paranoid. Instead of coming on to me, he sat on the edge of the bed and continued his story.

  “All I remember is waking up to this guy and his wife. The guy saw the car being dumped in the water. He actually worked security overnight at the docks and saw everything. He was able to use his tow truck to get the car out of the water and found me in the trunk. His wife is a retired surgeon and nursed me to health.”

  “My prayers were answered. I prayed for you to come back to me. Why didn’t the couple go to the police?”

  “Well, they feared for their lives. They felt it was up to me to go to the police if I chose.”

  “I mean, how? I just don’t…”

  “I can’t stay long, no more questions. I just wanted to see what’s been going on with you. I see you gotta a new boyfriend. Look like he got some doe.”

  I instantly shook my head. “No. He’s not my boyfriend. That was one of Juan’s friends just giving me a ride home.”

  “So, you let Juan’s friends give you a kiss on the cheek?”

  My eyes widened.
He obviously had seen everything. “He was just being nice. How long have you been following me?”

  “Oh, I’ve been watching everyone from a distance for the past couple of weeks. What’s been keeping you at the hospital?”

  “Carlos, you’re not going to believe me, but we have a daughter named Carlie. I named her after both of us.”

  “What, we have a child?”

  “Yes, she’s the reason why I’ve been at the hospital so much. I had her early, but she’s getting better. Let me get my phone so I can show you a picture.” Quickly, I dumped my bag on the floor to get my phone and showed Carlos the pictures of our beautiful little girl.

  “She’s really mine,” he said, as sadness came over him.

  I knew he was thinking about his other daughters. I wondered if I should tell him about Mia’s Leukemia, but quickly dismissed it. I thought it was best that I kept our moment about us.

  “Yes baby, she’s ours.”

  The more I stared at Carlos, the more I couldn’t help myself. I had to have him. Straddling behind him I wrapped my hands around his buffed body and started to give him a massage as I kissed him on his neck and whispered a gazillion I love you’s in his ear. My pussy was so wet I just needed to feel his sexy lips sucking all of my juices. Of course Carlos couldn’t resist me any longer and threw me back on the bed.

  “You want me to suck this pussy, Lisa?”

  “Yes, baby, suck this pussy.”

  At that moment, Carlos flicked his tongue across my clit and started to go to work. Damn I missed him so much that I couldn’t help but cry tears of happiness. “Carlos, I’m about to cum baby, I’m about to cum!”

  He hummed on my pussy and let me cum all over his face. As I came, he lifted my ass and started to stick his tongue in and out like a snake. I needed to taste him so I made my way around and put his stiff hard dick in my mouth as he started to eat my pussy again. Sucking on the head of his dick and playing with his balls, he moaned. I didn’t even get five strokes in before he busted all over my face. I missed everything about him even the scent of his semen. This man was my heart, and I loved every part of him. I was ready for my man to have me any way he wanted to.

  Getting on top, I put his dick back inside of me and rode him like my life depended on it. He felt good as he pulled and sucked on my nipples. When he put his hands around my body and placed his finger inside my ass, that nasty shit made me go absolutely insane. I didn’t know which way I wanted to cum first.

  Calling out his name, I stopped because I wasn’t ready to have another orgasm yet. I wanted to have Carlos all night. Getting up, I positioned myself on my knees. It was his choice which hole he wanted to enter. He chose my ass, and I was okay with it. Anything Carlos wanted from me, he got. This was something that I only had done once before against my will, but for Carlos, I would do anything. I clinched the sheets and took it like a soldier. It hurt a little at first, but I quickly got the hang of it and started fucking him back. After many different creative positions we made passionate love all night long. It was the best night of my life.

  Carlos made me promise that I would never tell anyone he was alive. He agreed he would spend the night with me and made me feel loved as he held me until we fell off to sleep. His arms felt secure…safe.

  The next morning I woke up naked, hot, and wet. When I turned over to grab for Carlos, he was gone and I was devastated. As I got out of bed, my phone rang. Thinking it might’ve been him, I grabbed it hoping his voice would be on the other end.

  “Hello,” I answered in an anxious tone.

  “Ma, Marisol just called me and said she was on her way back in town,”Juan said.

  I was beyond disappointed. “So, what, I don’t give a fuck about Marisol. Why are you calling to tell me that?”

  “Ma, be quiet and listen, Carlos’ body was found. She’s coming to identify it.”

  “What are you talking about his body?” I just saw him last night, I thought.

  “His body, Ma. They found his car in the Chesapeake Bay.”

  I placed my hand over my mouth. “Oh, my God!”

  “Yeah. She’s been trying to call Rich too, but can’t get a hold of him,” Juan informed. “Look, remember what we talked about with Uncle Renzo. I’m not sure if he knows yet, but you have to be easy or you know the consequences.”

  “It can’t be him. It can’t be Carlos. I gotta go!”

  I was confused and completely delusional. The amazing night that I’d just shared with Carlos had obviously been nothing but a fucking dream.

  Chapter Ten

  RICH

  Gettin’ out of bed this mornin’ was hard because my head was so heavy wit’ all the shit goin’ on. This past week had been absolutely crazy for me, especially runnin’ into Trixie and my daughter. Even though I’d recently been tryin’ to have a relationship wit’ my four-year old daughter, I still got so mad at myself for fuckin a bitch like Trixie raw. It was never my plan to have a child wit’ her. I guess this was one time my cheatin’ had caught up wit’ me. I knew it hurt Lisa to see Juanita run up and call me daddy, but I couldn’t change the affair. We would soon be divorced so it really wasn’t her problem anymore anyway.

  The more I thought about our altercation two days ago, the more I realized that it was a bad idea that I let Lisa get to me. She could use me beatin’ her ass against me in court and could really fuck my money up. Hopefully she was so fucked up in the head that she didn’t think to take pictures of her face. I know that Juan wouldn’t testify. My son might’ve been upset wit’ me, but he knew the code of the streets. I didn’t raise a snitch. There was no way he would be turnin’ on me in a courtroom. Just when I thought to call him to make sure my assumptions were correct, my phone rang. It was Marisol.

  “Rich, Rich oh my God!” she cried.

  “Marisol calm down, why are you up so early? Isn’t it six a.m. in Cali, what’s wrong?”

  “I tried to call you all day yesterday. I got an anonymous call from some woman saying that Carlos’ body was dumped in Baltimore off this pier in…”

  “Wait…hold up. Who told you that?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “What do you mean, you don’t know. Did the voice at least sound familiar?”

  “No, I don’t know who it was. Anyway, I called the private investigator and they looked into it and Rich they found him!”

  “How do you know it’s him?”

  “It was his car, Rich! They found it in the Chesapeake Bay. They want me to come and identify his body. Rich I can’t do this alone.”

  I was speechless for a moment. “What do yu need me to do, I got you.”

  “Well, I’m about to hop on the first flight out there. I’ll be in D.C. by 3 o’clock your time. Can you pick me up from National airport?”

  “Of course I can. Did you tell Unc’ yet?”

  “No, I don’t want to upset him for no reason. I want to be sure it’s him.”

  “I think that’s best. Just take it easy, don’t tell anybody what’s up ‘til we know for sure.”

  “Okay. Rich I don’t want it to be him. I mean, I know he’s been missing for a while, but I just kept telling myself that he was gonna come back. What am I going to tell my girls?” Marisol sobbed.

  “Let’s just hope for the best. Try to keep it together at least ‘til you get here.”

  She let out a slight sigh. “Okay, I’ll try.”

  As soon as I hung up wit’ Marisol, the first person I called was Juan. Even though he already knew what was goin’ on, I let him know that he had to talk to Lisa to make sure she knew the importance of holdin’ herself together. She could definitely blow this thing up and we could all be dead. I made sure I stressed the word all, so he knew that his life could be at risk as well. He understood and said he would try and talk to her again. My conversation wit’ Juan made me feel that I could trust him and my court case was solid.

  As my mind began to race, and all I could think about was who the hell could’
ve tipped Marisol off to where Los’ body was. I started to get even more paranoid. Shit, I didn’t even know that Marisol hired a private investigator. The more I thought of it, the more I wondered if he was the person followin’ me that day. No matter what, I couldn’t be connected to my brother’s death and I wanted to make sure that Lisa didn’t fuck it up for us all. How did my life turn upside down like this in a matter of months, I wondered to myself. There was someone followin’ me, Uncle Renzo was indirectly sendin’ me death notes, my daughter hated my guts, my bread was gettin’ lower and lower by the day, and now they’d found Carlos’ body. Life was fucked up for me.

  Wit’ my head poundin’, I took a couple of Advils, and laid back down to try and get rid of the overwhelmin’ amount of stress. I propped my head up wit’ a couple of pillows before gettin’ lost under my down comforter. Driftin’ off to sleep, I dreamt of the good memories Carlos and I once shared. Damn, if only I’d known he was my brother things could’ve been different. I missed him so much. Wakin’ up in a cold sweat a few minutes later, it finally hit me, I was a murderer. I was the one who pulled the trigger and took away my brother’s life. Even though my brother betrayed me and had an affair wit’ my wife, he didn’t deserve to die. If I would’ve found out under different circumstances, I wouldn’t have killed him. Our motto was always money over bitches, and I had to go and fuck that up. None of that hurt as much ‘til now.

  After sittin’ in bed and thinkin’ for what seemed like hours, it was time for me to go get Marisol. Despite the outcome, I had to be strong for her. I owed her that much. Gettin’ in the shower and puttin’ on nd puttinothes was the easy part. Drivin’ to the airport, pickin’ up Marisol and listenin’ to her cry wasn’t as bad as I thought either. However, once we pulled up to the Coroner’s office on Preston Street was when it felt like my Nike boots were filled wit’ cement. The sad thing was Marisol and I had different emotions. She had hopes that Carlos might still be alive and that the body found wasn’t his. Me on the other hand…I knew it was him and the guilt was eatin’ at me by the minute.