“I was so sure you would mention your wife,” Chase said. “But I can understand how your first time would mean a lot to you. It wasn’t my first time that took me there, though. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve had multiple safe-sex partners, but the best and most memorable time for me was when I’d had sex with this fine-ass man on the hood of his blue, Aston Martin.” She licked across her lips then shifted her eyes to me. “It was spontaneous sex, and as I lay on my stomach and stretched my goodness wide, he worked the hell out of my insides from the back. Kissed my ass, licked my cookies clean . . . I mean, tore me up with a penis that was about this long.” She displayed how long it was with her hands. “I couldn’t handle all of it, but I came so much that night, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I’ll never forget that look in his gray eyes, and all it took was one, just one orgasm, for me to classify him as the best dick I’ve ever had. Where is he now? Probably at home with his wife, serving her, exactly what he’d served to me, right after the doors to Hell House closed.”
The second Chase had mentioned a blue Aston Martin, I knew exactly where she was venturing to with her story. I narrowed my eyes and listened. Swallowed the lump in my throat and let her finish. When I opened my mouth to speak, Jada opened hers.
“Hell, naw!” she said. “Are you talking about Jaylin Rogers? Did you have sex with him, after everybody was gone?”
“Of course I did,” Chase said bluntly. “Who else could I be talking about, other than Scorpio’s ex?”
“You mean, Nokea’s husband,” Jada said. “Y’all need to get that shit right and call a spade a spade. I didn’t know y’all had sex, but it shouldn’t surprise me one bit. Jaylin done threw that dick all around St. Louis, ain’t he?”
“It seems as if he has, Jada,” I said sarcastically. “Therefore, no woman should get that excited about a man who has been around, and who probably doesn’t even remember one single thing about the night Chase mentioned. Chase, he doesn’t even remember your name. And if it did happen, all you were to him was a piece of available ass, nothing more, but a whole lot less.”
Chase laughed then pursed her lips. “If I had a phone, I would call him so he could tell you how true it is. So he could let you know how much he does remember me, and even if I was a piece of ass, he would tell you that it was a damn good piece of ass.”
Jada whipped out a phone from her pocket. “Start dialing. Somebody give me the digits so I can call him right now.”
I looked at Chase. “Give her the number, Chase. Since you know him so well, and sex with you was all that, I’m sure you should have his number, don’t you?”
“Unfortunately, his number is in my phone. I don’t have it with me right now.”
“Sure,” I said, snatching the phone from Jada’s hand. “When it’s so good to you, and you’ve been more than good to him, you’d be able to call like this and get an instant reply.”
I punched in Jaylin’s phone number and hit the speakerphone button. The room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. On the second ring, he answered.
“Jaylin Rogers.”
“Scorpio Valentino. Are you busy?”
“Somewhat, but what’s up?”
“I’m sitting here with an old friend of yours. She just said some interesting things about you, but the one thing that caught my attention was what she said about you and her having sex on the hood of your car.” I paused for him to say something, but he didn’t respond. “Do you know what friend I’m talking about?”
He finally spoke up. “Scorpio, don’t call me with this dumb shit. Is there anything else you wanted?”
“Chase. Her name is Chase Jenkins. Do you know her? Apparently, she thinks she knows you. Well.”
“Fuck Chase, and find somebody else to talk about tonight, other than me. I don’t know shit about having sex on the hood of my car, and if that’s what you really called to ask me, it’s time for you to question the dial tone.”
I pushed, just to be clear. “I figured you didn’t know her, or you just don’t remember her like she thinks you do.”
“Well, his ass better remember me,” Jada shouted into the phone. “Hi, Jaylin! It’s me, Jada. Whutzzz up, my nigga?”
We all heard dead silence. After that, Jaylin was no more.
“His battery must’ve went out on that cheap ass phone he got,” Jada said. “Dial him again so I can holla at him.”
I deleted his number from Jada’s call log then tossed the phone back to her. “If you hit redial, do so at your own risk,” I said then looked at Chase. “My story would’ve been a whole lot better than yours, and, at least, the man I titled as being my best lover knows me and knows me well. Good night, bitch, see you in the morning.”
I left the room feeling as if one of us was going to have to leave here soon, before somebody got seriously hurt. It definitely wasn’t going to be me.
ROC
Scorpio was a trip. But she almost caused me to slip, fall and bump my head. I don’t know why, but the temptation around this muthafucka was real. So real that I felt a need to keep my distance. That was what I always did when I found myself in these situations, and after I’d fucked up the last time, I kept telling myself that it would never happen again. As a matter of fact, I promised myself that it wouldn’t.
While the women were inside, Keith, me and the prez were outside shooting hoops. We didn’t have a game going—just shooting the ball and talking shit about all that had been going on. For me, this time Hell House felt different. There was chaos, but chaos that didn’t linger. We could say something foul to each other one minute; the next minute shit was all good. The only two who seemed not to get along well were Chase and Scorpio. Even so, they still kept their arguments to a minimal and quickly put their differences aside.
Maybe because we all knew that Alex was coming back soon to tell us who they decided they wanted to leave the house. I wasn’t sure if it was time for me to go yet, but like the last time, I always played to win. I wanted to win for sure, and if winning meant I had to stay here and fight off the temptation, I would.
“Unfortunately,” Keith said, chest-passing the ball to me. “I’ve seen some changes in Evelyn and I’ve given some consideration to her suggestion about us hooking up. I know it’s a dangerous move with Trina being her best friend, but why do I feel as if Trina wouldn’t care at all? It would be her way of finally getting rid of me.”
Keith had given us a lot of background on his situation with Trina. To me, it didn’t seem like she really cared for the brother, but I wasn’t so sure if fucking around with her best friend was going to help his situation improve.
“I’m not a fan of the Trina you’ve been talking about, man, and there are always two sides to every story. But if after all this time, she’s still confused about who she wants to be with, it’s time to jet. If you start hooking up with Evelyn, it would be seen as revenge and revenge only. I think you’re looking for a way to get Trina back for all she’s done. Evelyn seems to be a person that you know for a fact will stick it to Trina and get her where it hurts.”
“I agree with most of that,” the prez said. “And revenge is exactly what you seem to be seeking. But don’t travel down that path. You will only hurt yourself. Since there is a child involved, you really need to have a serious conversation with Trina about how you feel. If the two of you can’t work it out, just let it go. Find someone who is in no way connected to Trina and give that woman the love you have to offer. From what you’ve said, I can flat-out say that Trina doesn’t appreciate you. She may love you in her own little way, but it doesn’t seem as if the love she’s been representing is enough.”
“I assure you it’s not,” Keith responded as he bounced the ball. He took a shot and missed. I reached up to get the ball, tucking it underneath my arm and listening to Keith continue. “I’ve been making some plans to move on, but then I keep asking myself if I’m moving on, what harm would one or two nights of sex with Evelyn cause? Trina would be mad, bu
t at this point, I’m starting not to care about how she feels anymore.”
I shrugged and continued to tell him how I felt about the shit.
“From what you told us about Evelyn, she doesn’t seem like the kind of chick who would be down with one or two nights. She would want more, and I’m telling you that she seems like the kind of chick who would have you living with many regrets. Keep in mind that any woman who keeps on fucking over friends . . . something ain’t right with her. I mean, where is the loyalty at?”
Keith nodded and looked at the prez. “So, what did you decide about you and the first lady? She’s been doing some messed up things too, but you can’t keep having sex with other women, just to make her pay for her actions. I never believe what the media says, but since you told us what’s true and what’s not, it seems like you have to find a solution for your marriage soon.”
I passed the ball to the prez. He bounced it up and down while in thought. He took the ball to the hoop, but missed.
“Unlike some people,” he said. “I try not to get hung up on this sex thing too much. Many people will disagree with me, but I firmly believe that when you’re severely unhappy at home, and you’ve done everything you can to try and fix your problems, sex with someone else isn’t a big deal. The first lady has shown a lack of effort when it comes to us fixing our problems. I’ve spoken to her until I’m blue in the face, and the most difficult thing for me to accept is her lies. They just keep on coming. Then she cries, says she’s sorry, begs for forgiveness, and I’m supposed to pretend that everything is okay and forgive her. Then, when I meet someone and have sex with them, the world views me as a dog who can’t control himself. It’s crazy. The most hurtful thing that I may be forced to do is get a divorce. It only makes sense for us, but with me being the president, I question what kind of message our divorce would send to the world, especially about African American couples.”
“The wrong message,” Keith said. “But your happiness is what’s important. Besides, you really have to have your head on straight while running this country. If you have a woman who doesn’t have your back, what else can you do but call it quits?”
“I gotta agree,” I said, sitting on the bench while tying my tennis shoes. “Sometimes, when I see you on TV and shit, I be thinking about how unhappy you look. I know you gotta deal with world problems, but the least you can do is have a woman at home who got her shit together. There is only so much talking a couple can do, and fuck what people think. To hell with how they feel. Women don’t understand our struggles, and the first thing they want to do is point their fingers and talk about how no good we are. I’ve seen, read and heard about some of the shit the first lady has done. Desa Rae be like . . . she’s so sweet and her husband ain’t shit. I feel so sorry for her, and why would he cheat on her like that? I be like what, Ma? We on the outside looking in. That man trying to run a country and his wife up in a hotel room with secret service, talking about her feelings hurt. Not to mention that she left yo ass in the midst of some serious storms. I can’t really say what you should do, but a little extra sex never hurt nobody, with the exception of me.”
We all laughed, before heading to the game room to play pool. That was where I elaborated more on my situation with Scorpio, since Keith had asked.
“She’s been fucking with me, so I’ma continue fucking with her. The flesh is, no doubt, weak, and the struggle to stay committed, for some, is real. But all it takes is for me to step back for a minute and think about all the shit me and Desa Rae went through to be together. I fought hard to be with her, and after my many bad decisions, she had some tough decisions to make about staying with me. I can’t keep taking advantage of her, and I promise y’all that I won’t. Scorpio’s pussy gon’ have to be handed to the next man, and as good as that shit looks, that man will not be me.”
“I concur,” Keith said. “It does look good.”
“Looks can be very deceiving, and what looks good may very well not be good for you,” the prez added.
We all agreed.
CHASE
I wasn’t good at pretending, but I did. I pretended that I wasn’t starting to hate Scorpio as much as I did, and something inside of me was building fast. So fast that I couldn’t stop it. Every time I looked at her my flesh crawled. I cringed and had visions of me beating the shit out of her, choking her and even killing her. I watched her as she slept. Paid attention to her every move and rolled my eyes at her, every time I got a chance. I kept asking myself why my hate had grown so strong. For one, she was not likeable at all. We had to listen to all she had and how wealthy she was. About her ex-husband who was worth billions, to how much her baby daddy, Jaylin, had done for her and their kids. She wasn’t nothing but a gold-digging tramp who had used her good looks and ass to get to where she was. She was the worst of the worst when it came to women, and there was no other way for me to put it.
Then, on top of that, she started going after Roc. I didn’t trip when she started leading Keith on—he wasn’t nothing but a puppet. But to go after Roc the way she did was the last straw. She proved to me what kind of woman she was. Yes, I’d pursued him in the past, but there was a reason behind why I did what I did. I wanted payback for my sister who I felt had turned her back on me for many years. I was still somewhat bitter about that, but it wasn’t a big issue for me now. This thing between Roc and Scorpio was. He was a damn dog, and who in the hell did he think he was, playing these games, again, and believing that my sister would continue to put up with his shit? Lord knows I wanted to call her. Just to say hello, and to tell her to come get this happy dick fucker who obviously did what the hell he wanted to do. I despised men like him, and in my opinion, Roc wasn’t nothing but a young, thug-ass fool who needed his world to be turned upside down. Desa Rae could do so much better than this. She deserved better, but some women were so damn stupid that any man would do. Any man whatsoever, and I bet if I’d had Desa Rae’s number to call and tell her about this, she would laugh at me and call me a liar.
On the flipside to my madness, the president and I had been talking a lot. Out of everyone here, he was the one I connected with the most. He was a smart man, but unfortunately, he was another man married to a needy, dumb bitch who couldn’t get her act together.
See, a lot of these problems stemmed from men looking for dime pieces to have for show, instead of finding women who had their backs. They ran from the good women, only to hook up with airhead ho’s who wasn’t good at nothing but sucking dick. They probably weren’t even good at that, but they looked good on the men’s arms. And by making decisions to be with somebody based solely on their looks, the men paid the price. I mean, these bitches couldn’t even cook. Couldn’t even prepare a meal and feed their men. I could cook my ass off, but I refused to do so up in here. Nobody in here paid my bills, gave me good loving or had my back. Therefore, Jada would be responsible for doing what she did best. That was running her loud mouth, mispronouncing shit, cooking and eating. She definitely didn’t have it all together, but to me, she had more to offer than the first lady. She had more to offer than that trick Scorpio, and what kind of man wanted to be with Evelyn’s backstabbing ass? Keith was a fool. I’d lost respect for him when I’d found out more about his current situation. Being fine as fuck just wasn’t good enough for me anymore. Like it or not, this shit was the truth.
Roc and Scorpio were at it again—this time in the swimming pool. I sat in the lounging chair, taking peeks at them from behind my dark sunglasses. The fire-red bikini I had on was banging, but I guess it didn’t compare to the black one Scorpio had on that had everything hanging out, once again. Jada had on a one piece swimming suit with a wrap around her waist. A floppy hat to block the sun was on her head, and she was on the other side of the pool area, talking to the president who had on slacks. His shirt was off—boy was he hooked up right. Him and Jada were doing a whole lot of serious talking. I couldn’t help but to wonder if her breath stunk the way she kept blowing it on him. I wasn�
��t sure where Keith and Evelyn were. I’d seen them feeling each other up the other night, and when I came outside to pretend as if I was looking for something, they quickly separated from each other. Right then, I knew something was up, and shame, shame, shame on it all!
Scorpio was supposed to be playing volleyball with Roc, so it wasn’t even necessary for her to have her body pressed against his and giggling so much. I wondered how Jaylin could have two kids by this heifer, and my respect for him had gone down a few notches. I wasn’t sure if he remembered what had happened between us or not, but he probably said what he’d said to Scorpio because his wife was somewhere close. It didn’t matter to me anyway. Like I’d said . . . he wasn’t paying my bills so to hell with him and to his nasty dick that really had been good to me in every way. I chuckled, laughing about what I’d been thinking.
“Rocky Dawson, you’d better stop cheating,” Scorpio said, falling all over Roc. “There are consequences for not playing fair, and if you lose, my brotha, you just lose.”
“I don’t have to cheat to win,” he said. When he lifted her and threw her a few feet away from him, I’d seen enough. “Now, go to your side and start over.”
Scorpio kicked her legs while screaming and laughing. Bitch, bitch, bitch, I thought. What a bitch? I took a few more sips from the Strawberry Daiquiri I’d been drinking, and then I went inside to go handle something I’d been working on. I checked my surroundings, before heading downstairs to the basement. I quietly made my way to a storage room, opening the door to go inside. There was a blanket I had used to cover up some of the things I’d put together, and underneath the blanket was a red container of gasoline and matches. There was also bottled water, for me, some extra pieces of clothing, for me, and several hundred dollars I had taken from Jada’s wallet. I wasn’t sure where her broke ass had gotten the money from, but I took it because I was sure I would need as much money as I could get, when I set this damn house on fire and watch all of these backstabbing, dick happy, and slutty ho’s burn in hell. The only person I didn’t want to hurt was the president. But since he was here, I really didn’t have a choice. He’d have to burn too, and I would walk away from this feeling real good about doing away with people who had hurt so many others too many times.
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