I had an idea about what going inside would lead to, but I couldn’t walk away. Laquinta was so good at making me feel wanted, and right now, I felt dissed by Cydney. As much as I hated to travel down this road again, a part of me felt as if I had no choice.
I followed Laquinta inside. She put the box on the floor beside the door, and then she took my hand and walked me over to the couch.
“Don’t act like you’re afraid of me. What have you been up to?” she said, sitting yoga style.
“Nothing much. I’ve been on vacation all week. I don’t go back to work until Monday.”
“What did you do for your vacation?”
“Just chilled,’ was all I said. I gazed at her hard nipples that poked through a silk lavender negligee. My lips were a little dry, so I moistened them with my tongue. “If you don’t mind, can we cut the small talk? You know why I’m here.”
“I do know, but I just wanted to be sure. And by the way, Officer Conley, when it comes to me, you’re entitled to have any and everything you want.”
Laquinta laid back and cracked her legs wide. I caught a clear glimpse of her good stuff. I pulled my shirt over my head then moved my body between her legs. She wrapped them around my waist and rubbed her hands down the sides of my face.
“I thought you’d forgotten about me.” Her eyes watered. “I’ve been so miserable without you, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I called you…”
“Shhh,” I said. “I’m here now. That’s all that matters.”
I lowered my head to pull Laquinta’s negligee away from her breasts. They popped out and her chocolate nipples were one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. I used the tip of my tongue to coat them with saliva, and then I tackled her entire breasts. A deep arch formed in her back and she squirmed around. Eager to feel me, he removed her negligee then reached for my jeans to take them off. They barely made it over my ass, before she reached for my dick and navigated it into her juicy, moist pussy. The feel of it made my whole body weaken.
“Daaaamn, Laquinta. Why’d you give Miguel my pussy?” I started to pump hard inside of her. “Why?”
She tightened her eyes and squeezed my waist. “I didn’t give Miguel anything. He came here and forced himself on me.”
Her chest heaved in and out, and as I continued to work her insides, her pretty breasts wobbled around.
“He told me something different. And after all that I give to you, I would hope you didn’t need sex from him.”
“Neverrrrrr.” She reached down to massage her clit. “I’ve never needed anything from any man but you.”
My dick was finally getting the relief it needed. I fucked Laquinta well, and after her first orgasm, I demanded that she got on her knees. She didn’t hesitate. She dropped to her knees and held my dick like it was precious to her. Her lips, tongue and mouth went into action, and every time I felt the back of her silky throat, I sucked in a deep breath. I was on the verge on releasing my semen into her mouth, but I jerked her head back to stop her.
“I want you from the back,” I moaned in a whisper. “Let me feel this pussy from the back.”
Laquinta got on the couch and got on her hands and knees. She bent over, hiking her smooth ass in the air. Several of my fingers slipped into her hole, but they were quickly replaced by my hard meat. Her moans filled the room and so did the sounds of her gushing pussy.
I tried to focus on what was right before me, but my mind went straight to Cydney. I visualized Raymond fucking her. And each time I saw them, I squeezed Laquinta’s hips tighter.
“Damn, baby,” she said, turning her head to the side. “Loosen up your grip. That hurts.”
“I thought you liked pain.”
“I do, but you’re giving it to me in the wrong place.”
I shook the thoughts of Cydney from my head and loosened my tight grip. My rhythm remained fast, though, and my thighs slammed against Laquinta’s ass, causing her body to shift forward.
“Isaac, I…I’m about to give you something that I’ve never given you before,” she moaned. “You are about to feel a major explosion, daaaaamn!”
“Baby, give it to me good. Make me pay for walking out on you. Make me regret my decision. I shouldn’t have never treated you that way…I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not, so shut the fuck up! Do this shit like you’re digging for gold and keep on fucking me!”
We laughed, and as I fucked on, we reached our climax together.
“Do…do you really regret your decision,” she strained her words.
“Yes…baby, yes.”
“Then beat this pussy. Tell me you’ll never leave me again and beat it real good, Isaac.”
I was exhausted, but I beat Laquinta’s insides even more. We dropped to the floor and laid there taking deep, long breaths. Laquinta crawled on top of me to give me a kiss.
“That was…was worth the wait,” she said.
I rubbed her sweaty backside. “You know I missed you, but I refused to come back after you told me Erica wasn’t mine. I knew she’d be asking about me, but you need to tell her the truth, Laquinta.”
“Isaac, I really don’t know the truth. You’re the only daddy she knows, but in the beginning of our relationship, I was seeing someone else. Erica does look more like him, but he hasn’t been around for a long time.”
“Is he that nigga I caught you in bed with?”
She nodded. “After you kicked him out, he hasn’t been back since. You’re all Erica knows, and I just didn’t want her having a drug dealer as a father.”
“You shouldn’t have fucked his ass then. In the long run, Erica is going to be the one hurt. I’m not going to keep allowing her to think I’m here father and I’m not.”
Laquinta didn’t like my comment. She rolled her eyes at me. We got off the floor and I lay back on the couch. She eased her body between my legs and placed her head on my chest.
I reached down to pinch her ass. “So, what went on between you and Miguel? He told me he fucked you.”
“Whatever he told you, he lied. Miguel came over here, tried to seduce me, and when I didn’t give in, he forced himself on me. I didn’t tell you because I figured you’d get mad at me for letting him come in here.”
“You keep saying, forced himself? Do you mean he raped you?”
“He didn’t actually go inside of me, but he touched my private parts. My girlfriend, Lacey, came by, and when she knocked on the door he stopped. He left and said he’d hurt me if I told anybody about what happened. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid to.”
“Just so you know, I’m not sure who to believe. Miguel has been doing some messed up shit behind my back and I’ve been looking for his ass. If there’s something you’re not telling me, I need to know.”
She lifted her head to look at me. “Baby, I am not lying to you, and if I knew something else, I would tell you. I’m just glad that you’re here. I hope like hell that you ain’t leaving soon. Can you stay for a while? We have so much lost time to make up for.”
“If you miss me, then get your sexy self off this couch and go cook something for me. I can’t eat pussy all day you know.”
Laquinta stood and put her hairless pussy right near my face. “Who says you can’t?”
I snickered and wet my lips with my tongue, then with her pussy. I guess she was right after all.
CYDNEY
When Raymond came into the door at Mariono’s, I hesitated to greet him. I was so furious with him, but I craved for answers. I couldn’t think of any other place to meet him, other than in a restaurant. It was rather quiet, and besides, meeting him at a hotel, like he wanted to, was out of the question. I intended to find out what I could about him and Miguel’s connection, pass the information on to Isaac and be done with it.
As for Isaac, since my incident with Miguel, he’d been nothing but wonderful to me. He was starting to show some of the ways he had in the beginning, when our marriage meant so much to me.
I couldn’t help but feel more love for him. I hated to lie to him about meeting with Raymond, but Isaac wouldn’t have agreed with it.
Raymond took a seat across from me. He could barely look me in the eyes. He was casually dressed in blue jeans and a dark blue oxford. His hair was sleek, and as gorgeous as his eyes were, they showed much shame.
“Hello, Cydney,” he said.
“Hi, Raymond. How are you?”
“Lately, not so good. I figured that Miguel would eventually tell you about me, but I didn’t think he’d do it so soon.”
“So, he busted you out sooner than you thought? I’m sorry to hear that you got caught before you got another chance to seduce me again.”
He released a deep sigh. “It wasn’t like that, Cydney.”
I frowned and caught an attitude. “Then, how was it? Please tell me, because I am so pissed at you right now.”
“I know you are, and rightfully so. It started out as a game, but I started to like you. I’m not saying that I’ve fallen in love with you, but you’re a beautiful person, Cydney. Miguel’s plan backfired because I couldn’t control my feelings. You were such an amazing woman, and I had to see you again.”
I appreciated his kind words, but they meant nothing to me. “Exactly what was the plan? You seduce me, then what?”
“Then I was supposed to persuade you to come back to Maui, shower you with gifts, and eventually, hope that you’d leave Isaac.”
“Please. I liked you too, Raymond, but leaving my husband, I…it wasn’t on my agenda.”
“But you told me it was. In Maui, you seemed distraught. I thought that was the end of Isaac. And even though I’ve made it clear to Miguel that I don’t want anything to do with his plans anymore, I don’t understand how you can still be married to such a jerk. You deserve better.”
“Who or what I’m married to is nobody’s business but my own. This is between Isaac and me, and shame on you and Miguel for trying to destroy something that God put together.”
“I know, Cydney. But I’m not sure if God had anything to do with it. Isaac is no good for you, and I was hoping that we…”
My face twisted from anger. Was he serious? Who was he to tell me about my marriage? “I don’t think so, Raymond. After the lies you’ve told me, I could never trust you. I do want to know one thing, though. How did you get involved with someone like Miguel?”
He didn’t bite his tongue. “I guess I could ask you the same question. We both know that Miguel can be quite persuasive. I’ve known him practically all of my life. His father and mine are business partners. I can’t go into details about it, but this so-called business got me falsely imprisoned for several years. Miguel supported me the entire time I was there. When he asked me to assist him with something that seemed rather simple to do, I figured I owed him. I never intended to hurt you, Cydney. You have to believe me.”
The waiter came over to the table with my previously ordered Cobb Salad and placed it in front of me. She asked Raymond if he wanted to order anything.
“No,” he said. “A bottle of Chardonnay would be perfect, though.”
“I’ll go get that for you, sir,” she said. “Will there be anything else?”
We both replied, “No.” She walked away.
“Once I finish my salad, I’ll be leaving. Before I go, would you mind sharing with me where I might find Miguel? I’m sure that you know where he is.”
“Yes, I do. But I’m not going to tell you where he is. Miguel is dangerous, Cydney. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Miguel has already hurt me enough. If you care about me, then you would tell me where he is.”
“I do care. That’s why I can’t tell you.”
“Whatever you say, Raymond. I figured meeting you here would be a waste of time, but I had to let you to know that it was tough being betrayed by you. I should’ve known that my little trip to Maui was quite the fairytale. But now that it’s over, please do not ever contact me again.”
Raymond took a hard swallow. “No matter what you think, I felt something with you that I haven’t felt since my wife divorced me. There was emptiness in my life, and being with you for only a short time was the best. Will you…won’t you, at least, allow our friendship to continue? I promise you that I will never lie to you again. You don’t have to answer right now. Just think about it.”
“I’m done making bad choices. Being with Miguel taught me a valuable lesson and I’m not about to make the same mistake again. I don’t need time to think about it. I have thought about it and my decision stands.”
Raymond stared at me with saddened eyes. In order not to look at him, I looked down at my salad. I used my fork to play around with it. When the waiter came back with the bottle of Chardonnay, she placed it in the middle of the table.
“Thank you,” Raymond said, reaching for the bottle. He filled his glass and mine.
“Here you go, Cydney,” he said, handing the glass to me.
I hesitated to take the glass and wanted to toss the wine in his face. Raymond was so full of it, and now, I could see right through him. He held up his glass, and just because I knew I’d never see him again, I held mine up too. “Let’s drink to wishing you well, and knowing that if you ever need me, I’ll be there for you,” he said.
“No, I prefer to drink to…it was fun while it lasted, but now our time is up.”
Refusing to drink to my toast, Raymond placed his glass on the table. I gulped down my wine. I put the glass on the table then stood up.
“Well, I’d better get going. I have a million and one things to do. Thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule to meet with me.”
I proceeded to leave, but Raymond grabbed my hand.
“I’m really sorry. I wish that we’d met under better circumstances. Maybe things would’ve turned out differently.”
I shrugged. “Maybe so. Who knows?”
I eased my hand away from his then left. I thought about stopping at the cashiers to pay the bill, but I decided to let him do it. It was the least he could do, after putting me through hell.
By the time I got outside, the rain was coming down. I didn’t have an umbrella, so I rushed to my car and got inside. I figured Isaac was probably worried about me, so I hurried home. When I got there, his truck wasn’t in the driveway. I didn’t have his new cell phone number to contact him, so I went inside and waited for him to return.
As it neared ten o’clock, I started to worry. I paced the floor in my nightgown, as all kinds of thoughts roamed in my head. What if he found Miguel and they got into it? What if Isaac got hurt and couldn’t contact me? As angry as Miguel and Isaac both were, what if somebody got killed? I panicked and quickly changed into jeans and a T-shirt. I stepped into my white tennis shoes and grabbed my keys. It was still raining outside, so I took my time driving around to see if I could find Isaac.
My first stop was the police station. Maybe he met up with some of his buddies and didn’t tell me. No luck, so I drove by his parents’ house to see if he’d stopped there. There was no sign of his truck, so I drove around for the next hour or so, checking out his frequent hangouts. I even drove by his brother’s house to see if he’d stopped by there. He hadn’t. I pulled my car over to the side of the road and called home. The phone rang four times, before the answering machine picked up. I hit the end button then sat for a moment in thought. Laquinta’s place was on my mind, but after making a little progress with Isaac, I didn’t think he’d go to her place. He’d been very honest about his relationship with her, and I knew for a fact that he didn’t love her. She’d lied to him about Erica and he was so adamant that he never wanted to see her again. Going there would be a waste of time, so I pulled my car away from the curb and headed for home. He’d eventually show up tonight—I was tired of driving around. Not only that, but the gas prices were killing me. I stopped at the gas station to fill my tank, and in the midst of heading home, I did a U-turn and headed for Laquinta’s place.
N
o sooner had I pulled onto the parking lot at her apartment complex, I spotted Isaac’s truck. Almost immediately, my heart dropped into my stomach. I placed my hand on my forehead and squeezed. My throat ached so badly—I was barely able to swallow the lump inside of it. What kind of hold did this…this ghettofied whore have on my husband? I couldn’t quite understand it, but whatever it was, I couldn’t continue on with this bullshit. I kept telling myself that maybe he stopped by to get something that he’d left, but I sat for a while watching the lights in her apartment. When they all went out, I started my car and left.
By morning, I was in a different world. I hadn’t gotten any sleep and thank God that I didn’t have to get up and go to work. If I had to, I never would have made it. I took a deep breath and opened the drawer next to me. It was time to get ugly. I reached for the white large envelope that contained my divorce papers. I’d had them drawn up a little over a month ago, but I could never find the appropriate time to give them to Isaac. This was the perfect time. I kissed the envelope and laid it on my bed. After that, I got dressed and reached for my keys. When I stepped outside, the sun was shining bright; the rain had cleared. I checked the trunk to make sure my bat was still there— it was.
As expected, Isaac’s truck was still parking on the parking lot. It must’ve been so good to him that he couldn’t pull himself away. Frustration, along with stress was trapped in my eyes. With the bat in my hand, I tucked my divorce papers underneath my arm. Taking my time, I strolled by Isaac’s truck and used my key to scratch along the side of it. The metal made a screeching sound that surely put just a tiny smile on my face. I made my way up the wobbly steps and lightly knocked on Laquinta’s door. I didn’t know what to expect, but without asking who I was, Laquinta opened the door. Our eyes connected.
“Is Isaac here,” I asked with a slight attitude.
Her eyes shifted to the bat. She gathered her robe in front of her then moved her head from side to side.
“No, he’s not,” she replied.
“I know it’s the norm for the other woman to lie in an effort to protect her lover, but I really need to see him this morning.” I pulled the envelope from underneath my arm. “Besides, I have our divorce papers right here. I’m sure this will brighten your day.”
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