I wanted to jump off the bed, grab her by the hair and drag her out of my home, but I didn’t. I watched as the two of them became more intimate with one another.
I looked over at the stallion who was still standing patiently by the bed, and he was staring me down with a smirk on his face. He, too, was watching along with me, and was stroking himself back to life. To see his manhood expand and grow to its maximum capacity made me sigh with amazement. My eyes went from his manhood back to his handsome face, and our eyes locked with one another. The way he looked at me was enough to make me cream right there in front of all of them.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the woman stand back up. Corey was still sitting in the chair and admiring this woman’s body. Corey then scooted down a bit before reaching out to her. She took his hand, and he guided this woman to sit on his manhood backward. From the looks of it, she had done this plenty of times before. Once she was down on it completely, homegirl began to move her hips slowly back and forth. She leaned all the way back onto Corey’s naked chest, and he wrapped his arms around her naked body. The two of them kissed again as he proceeded to grind into her.
And then it hit me. Was Corey slowly molding me to fit this woman he wanted me to be? You know, the woman who would be okay with my man—scratch that, my husband—sleeping with other women? Was this form of making money giving him the green light to do whatever he wanted, since he also allowed me to sleep with another man? Going into this amateur porn thing, I never thought other people would enter our bedroom.
I snapped out of my thoughts when the guy who just finished doing me walked over to this woman, who was now bouncing like a champ up and down on Corey’s manhood. He gripped her hips with pleasure. The other guy stood in front of her and held out his manhood for her to take into her mouth. Without hesitation, she did just that. This Adonis’s head fell back with pleasure as she bounced and slurped, showing she was very good at multitasking. I knew my juices were still on this man, but she clearly didn’t care. As she sucked him, she was giving me a look like she wanted to come over and do me next. I’d never been with a woman and didn’t know if I wanted to tonight. Corey had already taken this thing further than I ever anticipated.
This woman had both Corey’s and this Adonis’s minds blown so bad that neither of them noticed I was still in the room. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to feel. Should I be happy the two of them wanted her? I wasn’t. I felt like the lonely, lost puppy who wanted attention also. Then I was mad at myself for feeling this way when the main feeling I should have been having was one of disrespect. I had no say-so in any of this. Corey decided all of this for me and didn’t consider how I would feel.
The Adonis held his hand out to me, welcoming me in on the threesome they were having. The woman released her lips from his fully extended member long enough to hold her hand out to me also. I glanced at both of them. Then Corey leaned up to see what my next move was going to be. Both the woman and the Adonis had smiles on their faces like they were hoping I would take their hands. This was decision time. This was my chance to walk away; but instead, I reached out and grabbed their hands as I got off the bed.
Standing, the Adonis pulled me into him and kissed me deeply. The woman was still holding my hand but used her other to caress my hips. Next thing I knew, her fingers were inside me. I hate to admit it, but it felt good. She was pleasing me better than any man had. And just like that, Corey pulled me deeper into his uninhibited world as this sexual adventure swiftly turned into a foursome.
Chapter 32
Vivian
I did something I’d never done before. I went to a bar by myself to get some drinks and relax a bit. I’d always wanted to do this but felt like I should never come without a man on my arm or at least one of my sisters. Tonight I didn’t care. I needed a drink or two, or five at this point. I wasn’t happy with the way things had turned out with my sisters tonight. The fact that Dawn didn’t show up only made things worse in my eyes and made it look like she wasn’t interested in trying to work things out with us. After all I did to make this happen, she betrayed me by not showing up and made me look stupid in front of my sisters. I was offended.
“What can I get for you?” the blond, blue-eyed bartender asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“I would like a Painkiller, please.”
The bartender’s eyebrows rose and he said, “You don’t look like you should have any pain to kill.”
Was he flirting with me? The smirk on his face made me think so. How flattering, I thought. He was cute, too. Probably too young for me, but I could look at his nice physique
I smiled and responded by saying, “You would be surprised.”
“Too bad. A woman as attractive as you shouldn’t have any pain to kill,” the cutie pie said.
“Thank you.”
“I will get that to you in just a bit, okay?”
I smiled back at him and watched as the cutie pie walked away to take other drink orders. I looked around to see the place was crowded. Everybody was talking and smiling, and some men were watching the basketball game that was on the televisions above the bar. I looked up to see who was playing, but as I did that, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and rolled my eyes when I saw him. As if my night could get any worse, I was staring into the eyes of Eric.
“What are you doing here?” he asked with a grin.
“Minding my own business,” I said coldly, pushing his hand off of me.
“Aren’t we in a bad mood?”
I ignored him and looked up at the television to see two college basketball teams playing.
He pulled out the chair next to me and sat down, saying, “I hope you don’t mind if I join you.”
My eyes were slits as I said, “Don’t do me any favors. I don’t want you slumming tonight.”
“Okay, I deserve that, but come on, Vivian. You can’t still be mad at me.”
“Oh, I’m not mad,” I said, sitting back on the tall stool and crossing my arms.
“You see. You got your guard up already.”
“When it comes to you, Eric, I have to. You never do anything unless it’s going to benefit you, so what is it tonight? Do you think I’m going to fall for your whack-ass charm and jump into bed with you again?” I asked heatedly.
“No, Vivian. Look, I’m sorry for saying the things I said to you the last time I saw you. I was having a bad night,” he tried to explain.
“So you decided since your night was bad, you would make mine bad also, just like you are doing right now,” I said, watching the bartender set my drink in front of me.
“Are you good?” cutie pie asked me, giving Eric a look that wasn’t really nice.
I started to say, “Hell no, can you please ask security to remove this man from me?” Instead I said, “I’m okay.”
Cutie pie winked his eye and walked away.
“Dude better watch himself,” Eric said.
I ignored him, picked up my drink, and took a sip. The drink was really strong. I wasn’t expecting it to be, but it was still good.
“I’m celebrating tonight,” he said, waiting on a response from me, which I wasn’t about to give him. I took another sip of my drink.
“You are not going to ask me what I’m celebrating?”
“Nope,” I said curtly.
“I know you don’t care, but I got a promotion today,” he said excitedly.
“Great,” I said uncaringly, hoping he would leave. Again he was making this about himself, and I didn’t need this.
“Do you want me to leave you alone?” he asked.
“I sure do.”
“So you are not going to give me any conversation. Just short answers?”
“I just agreed with you that I want you to leave,” I said, glaring at him.
“Viv.”
“Don’t call me that. Only people who love me call me that,” I snapped, instantly thinking about Sheldon.
He held his hands up, saying, “
Okay, Vivian.”
“You know what, Eric? I would appreciate if you would leave me alone. We have nothing more to say to each other. We said our hellos, so now can you excuse yourself so I can say good-bye?”
“You don’t mean that. Not to the man you love.”
“Loved. Get it right.”
“I love you. You have to know you still have some feelings for me too,” he said, fishing for compliments.
“Disgust comes to mind when I think about you. Regret, loathing, selfish, heartless, and even hate comes to mind when I think about you. Yeah, I think I may hate you, too. But the love is gone. Now, go celebrate your little promotion with someone who cares,” I said, using my hand to shoo him away like an aggravating fly.
I went to pick up my drink again, but Eric grabbed my wrist. I looked at him like he was crazy, but he was giving me the same expression back. It was the same look he had on his face the night I kicked him out of my place.
“Who are you to ignore me?” he asked furiously.
“Here’s the Eric I’m familiar with,” I said, not being afraid of his reaction.
“I’m trying to be nice to you and you are dissing me?” he asked like he couldn’t believe it.
“Dissed and dismissed, as a matter of fact, so let me go,” I demanded.
“You should be happy I’m even talking to you. I mean, look at you. No one wants a woman like you,” he told me.
“If that’s the case, then why are you upset, yet again? Hear you tell it, I’m not worthy. So why you mad?” I asked him inquisitively.
“You will not get away with disrespecting me in front of all these people like you are somebody, because you are nothing.”
“Eric, I’m not going to tell you again. Let me go before I have security drag your sorry ass out of here,” I said, trying to pull away from him, but he had too tight a grip on my wrist.
“Oh, you don’t need security.”
I looked back to see Sheldon standing behind me.
“I would be happy to do the honors of kicking this fool out of here for you, Viv.”
Sheldon gave Eric a look that told him if he didn’t get his hands off of me immediately, he wouldn’t have hands to enjoy the promotion he just got. Eric let go of me and adjusted his blazer as he sat back in his stool.
“Just like I thought,” Sheldon said in a threatening tone. “You okay, Viv?”
“I am now,” I said, rubbing my wrist. I could tell Eric caught that Sheldon called me Viv. As he glared at me, I said, “Only the people I love.” Eric was ticked but didn’t dare say anything with Sheldon standing here.
“Is this seat taken?” Sheldon asked, pointing at the seat Eric was sitting in.
“It’s available. He was just about to leave,” I said, glowering at Eric.
Eric hesitated for a moment. I think he wanted Sheldon to remove him from the seat, but I guess his better judgment kicked in knowing Sheldon was the type of guy who would do just that if need be. He stepped down from the stool without saying anything. He grimaced at me and then Sheldon before walking away. Sheldon took his place next to me, looking at Eric making his way to the other side of the bar.
“Thanks for that,” I said.
“Anytime. You know I’m here for you.”
His words touched me. And they were true. Sheldon was always here for me.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I’m trying to relax.”
“Oh, really, with dude here with you?”
“He just showed up. He was the last person I expected to see here,” I said, picking up my drink and taking a sip.
“It’s weird seeing you here, Viv. This isn’t you. You don’t do this,” he said, looking at my drink and the bartender, who was waiting on two women sitting three stools down from me. When I looked their way, I saw them checking Sheldon out.
“You have admirers,” I told him.
He looked at the women and smiled but turned his attention back to me, saying, “Those skeezers. They are here all the time. Probably thinking those eyes are going to make me send them a free drink. That’s not going to happen.”
I laughed louder than I expected to. I put my hand over my mouth to contain the giggles, but I couldn’t stop.
“How many of these have you had?” he asked, picking up my drink.
“This is my first, Sheldon.”
“And it’s your last one for tonight.”
“Dag. Can a girl unwind?” I asked, frowning at him and pulling my drink back to me to take another sip.
“Not here and not by yourself,” he said.
“I’m a grown woman, boy. My daddy is . . .” I paused.
Sheldon must have seen my sadness creep in. He tossed a twenty on the bar and stood. He held his hand out to take mine.
“What?”
“I’m taking you home.”
“But I’m not ready to go. I haven’t finished my drink.”
“Let’s go, Viv.”
I hesitated. I picked up my drink and finished what I could. Sheldon smirked but still had his hand out for me to take. I really wasn’t ready to go, but I knew he would drag me out of there kicking and screaming, so I reached out, took his hand into mine, and got down from the stool. As soon as I stood, I felt my legs tingle from the drink I had just consumed.
“You good?” he asked, grinning.
“I’m fine,” I said convincingly.
Once we were in the parking lot, Sheldon tried to get me to give him my keys. He wanted to drive me home, but I wouldn’t let him. I wasn’t drunk, so I could drive myself. After arguing in the parking lot for a bit, Sheldon finally conceded and told me he was going to follow me closely and to not speed. He knew I had a heavy foot, and tonight was not the night to get a speeding ticket along with a DUI.
I made it home without any mishaps. Sheldon pulled in to the driveway beside me. He got out of his ride and came around to my driver’s side door and opened it.
“I think I got it from here,” I told him.
“I’m making sure you get in the house first before I leave.”
Getting out of my car, I said, “I haven’t heard from you in days, and you show up treating me like a kid. Who do you think you are?”
“I’m your friend,” he countered.
“Are you? My friend used to check in every day if it was just to say hey. My friend would drop in sometimes just to chill. I haven’t heard or seen that friend in quite a while. Not since he fucked me.”
Sheldon’s jaws tightened at my words. He took two steps back, looking at me.
“What? You can’t say anything.”
“Look, you are tipsy.”
“I’m not tipsy off of one damn drink, Sheldon,” I lied.
“Let me take you in the house so I can go.”
“You can go now. You don’t have to wait until I’m safe. I can get myself in the house just fine, thank you,” I said, slamming my car door shut and walking down my sidewalk. As I put my keys into the lock to open the door, I heard Sheldon cranking his ride to leave. I opened the door and looked back to see him backing out of my driveway.
Shaking my head, I went into my house slamming the door with tears in my eyes, wishing he would have stayed with me. I knew I pushed him away, but it was easier than accepting the fact that our relationship might never be the same again.
Chapter 33
Serena
I wasn’t ready to go home yet. I didn’t feel like dealing with the issue of Tyree’s cheating ass sleeping with his crazy baby mama. We had yet to talk about it since I walked out that day. Each time we were around each other, there was silence. The only one in our home who was making any noise was Nevaeh.
I drove up to a stoplight wondering where in the hell I could go, because I really couldn’t afford to ride around like this since gas was so high. Nowadays when you put gas in your car, you only drive it when you have a destination to go to. Riding around was not an option. While I was waiting on the light to change, my cell
phone rang. I saw it was Tyree calling me. As much as I didn’t want to answer, I did, just in case it had something to do with Nevaeh.
“Hello.”
“Babe, where are you?”
“I’m out. Why?”
“I need you to come home. It’s important,” he said urgently.
“Is Nevaeh okay? Did something happen?” I asked nervously.
“Nevaeh is fine.”
“So what’s so important?” I asked.
“I’d rather not discuss this over the phone, so can you please come home? You know I wouldn’t have called you if it wasn’t important, Serena.”
“I hope you are not going to tell me some more bad news about you and Juanita,” I said, hoping this was not the case. I didn’t think my heart could take another blow right now.
“No. This has nothing to do with her. Baby, please, come home,” he begged.
“Okay. I’ll be there in a bit.”
When I walked through the door, I saw Tyree sitting on the sofa watching television. To me it didn’t look like anything crucial as he screamed at the television about some basketball player missing a three-point shot. When he saw me, he instantly cut the television off and stood to greet me.
“Hey, babe,” he spoke, looking uneasy.
“So what’s so important that you needed me to come home?” I asked nonchalantly.
“It’s about your sister.”
“Which one?” I asked, thinking maybe this had something to do with Shauna or even Phoenix.
“Dawn.”
“Did something happen to her?” I asked apprehensively.
“Nothing bad. Well, you might think it’s bad.”
“Tyree, spit it out already, because you are starting to scare me,” I said with a raised voice.
“Come here,” he said, taking my hand and pulling me into the bedroom.
“What?” I asked irritably, hoping this wasn’t his way of getting me to sleep with him, because I wouldn’t. Not after finding out his dick was in nasty-ass Juanita.
Tyree led me to our bedroom and over to the computer, which was in the corner by our window. We had to put it in here since we didn’t have an office. It used to be in Nevaeh’s room, but once she was born, we had to make the office into a nursery for her.
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