The Black Diamond Trilogy

by Brittani Williams

  “You like this shit?”

  “Yes,” I moaned. I more than liked it, I fucking loved it. His dick was perfect, the right length, girth, and curve. Who could ask for anything more? I was in heaven as he continued to move in and out of me. I was trying to keep my ass from falling into the sink and keep his dick tightly nestled in my pussy where it belonged.

  He continued to fuck me like there was no tomorrow, and I was in a trance, enjoying the strokes that he delivered. My hands were cuffed around his neck. I could feel the muscles flexing as he continued to move in and out of me. It wasn’t long before his body was shaking and we were both having orgasms in sync.

  “So where do we go from here?” he asked.

  I was surprised by that question. I didn’t know what to say. I knew what I wanted to happen at this point, but I wasn’t sure what he wanted. As I got up off the sink and began to fix my clothes, I looked up at him and replied, “Depends on you. You like to fly coach or first class?”

  He looked at me and smiled. “A nigga like me only goes first class.”

  “Well, in that case, we can work something out ’cause I’m a fly bitch. You ain’t gonna find another chick like me.” He laughed. I was dead serious. I was dressed by then and looked in the mirror to make sure my hair was straight. I couldn’t go out of the door looking crazy because they’d know for sure what we had been doing in there. He said he would call later on that night. I was smiling from ear to ear as we headed out of the bathroom and toward the door of the box. The guys inside just looked and smiled; they knew what was up. I walked out of there with confidence because I knew that after that sample he just had, he’d definitely call. Who could turn down a girl like me?

  That night I did get the phone call that he promised and after that day we spent all of his free time together. I never thought that he would be the type that cared or showed his feelings, but he surprised me everyday. The more I tried not to care about him the more I did. He was hard to resist and I was losing sight of the reason I sought out after him in the first place. I learned a lot about him but the most important thing I learned was how much he was really worth and where he kept his money. I guess he felt comfortable telling me all of this. Why, because I made him love me. I did everything perfect. He sometimes thought that I was too perfect but I knew better.

  I moved in with him about three months after we were together and I was happy to have a permanent place to stay. Things hadn’t gone so good for me since getting out of jail, so he was making my life enjoyable. Besides the occasional hood rat calling and yelling obscenities we didn’t really have too many problems. Things were good for us and I felt like I was finally where I belonged.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Mica: Risky Business

  I had just gotten four brand-new tires on my car because they were slashed. I was pissed when I walked outside to find them all slashed again. Who the fuck is doing this? I knew that it was probably one of Tyson’s groupies trying to make a point. I wasn’t afraid, but I was pissed and whoever it was better hope that I didn’t find them because it was definitely going to be a confrontation.

  I had shit to do and this was an inconvenience. I went back into the house to call Tyson and tell him I needed his car for the day. His cell phone kept ringing and going to voice mail. Soon the phone started ringing but it was a blocked number. I started not to answer it but I did just in case it was Tyson calling me back.

  “Hello!” I yelled into the receiver

  “Guess you can’t go anywhere without wheels, huh?” the female on the other end burst into laughter.

  “Who the fuck is this?”

  “Ask your man, he just got through licking my pussy too so you may not want to kiss him unless you like eating pussy too!” She continued to laugh.

  “Listen bitch, you can keep flattening the tires; it won’t make him leave me. You have to come a little harder than that.”

  “Harder is not a problem, bitch, and don’t be so sure about him staying there. He said that you can’t fuck anyway!”

  “Whatever, you need to grow up whoever the fuck you are. Just know, bitch, you are just another number. He has tons of groupies but I’m the first lady. Have a nice day, bitch!” I said before hanging up.

  The phone rang over and over again until I picked it up again, and this time it was Tyson so I was ready to give him an earful.

  “Babe, what’s going on?”

  “What’s going on? You have a groupie out here that thinks it’s funny to keep flattening my fucking tires.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah, the bitch just called, I just changed the fucking tires last week. If you’re gonna cheat, Tyson, keep these bitches in their place!”

  “Mica, I don’t know who the hell that was.”

  “I don’t know, she didn’t say her name and she called from a blocked number. I need you to come home and bring me your car. I have things to do.”

  “So do I, Mica. I can’t come home right now.”

  “Well, what am I supposed to do? You need to figure something out, it’s your fault that this is happening. If you stop lying to these bitches and tell them you have a girl maybe they wouldn’t expect more from you.”

  “Come on now, don’t nobody be lying to these bitches. I can’t stop them from doing crazy shit. I don’t even know who it is.”

  “You’re fucking that many people that you can’t narrow it down to one?”

  “You’re taking this in a whole different direction.”

  “Well, how about I help you narrow it down, she said that you just got through licking her pussy so unless you eat pussy for a living now, I’m sure you know who it is. How about you get me a fucking car and take care of that bitch!” Click.

  I hung up and screamed. I was so pissed. I was even more pissed that he tried to act like he didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about. He knew good and goddamn well who he’d fucked. I stood in the living room pacing back and forth. I was close to calling him back but I knew that he probably wouldn’t answer the phone anyway. I swear if he had been standing there at that very moment I would’ve smacked his ass. To me having a relationship should follow the same rules as drug dealing. No female should ever be able to infiltrate the home structure. If it’s possible, then the structure is weak. I had gotten used to the fact that he cheated. Shit, all men did. What I wasn’t going to stand for was more disrespect. I couldn’t stand when a female on the outside had so much control over what we had.

  After about an hour he came home. I was sitting on the sofa staring at the TV. He looked at me without speaking and threw his car keys on the table.

  “Happy now?”

  “Happy? What the hell is wrong with you? I don’t understand how you can have an attitude. I didn’t do anything to you.”

  “I don’t have an attitude, I just don’t feel like arguing. I brought you the keys and the car so you can go do whatever the hell you had to do that is so important. Tim is towing the car and they’ll put the tires on today. I’ll bring the car back when they’re done.”

  “You do have an attitude,” I replied, knowing full well he was upset. “It shouldn’t be directed at me; it should be on that bitch that flattened the tires.”

  “I took care of that already so you don’t have to keep fussing about it. You’ll get the car back later.” He turned to head back out the door.

  “That is not what this is about, Tyson. I don’t understand why you don’t feel like I deserve respect.”

  “I never said that and I already said I took care of it. This conversation is over, I’m out,” he responded before leaving and slamming the door.

  How was it that each time we fought he always tried to turn the focus on me like I did something wrong? I was never the one to blame, but he tried his best to make it appear that way. I’ve never cheated—or even thought about it, for that matter—but he had done it so many times that I lost count. Why is it that when a man gets caught doing wrong they can’t just fess up to i
t and apologize or try to make it better? I believed that Tyson’s method of covering up his wrongdoings wasn’t to lie but merely to make you forget what the hell you were angry about.

  I can’t say that I blamed him, but I just wished that things with us would run a little smoother. I didn’t want to fight, I didn’t want the women calling my phone, and I didn’t want us to break up. I wanted things to get better, but our ups and downs were like the tracks on a roller coaster. With us, everything happened so fast, things got good really fast and went bad even faster. So, there I was at the same place that I had been so many times before. Angry that I let myself get so upset about something that I expected to happen anyway. Was I a fool for that? I guess so.

  I went out to the driveway and got into his car. I had to go check up on Deidra to make sure that things were still on the up-and-up. I hadn’t been over to see her in a week or so and it was about time for a visit. I never wanted too much time to pass for fear that she’d fall back off the wagon. I noticed Money hanging out on the same corner that he always hung out on. He really needed to get a life. I mean, even the small-time hustlers didn’t hang on the corner all day anymore. Things had gotten more sophisticated than they were back in the day. So, I didn’t understand why he still stood out here all day. I laughed as he looked over at me when I got out of the car. I thought it was hilarious.

  “What’s so funny?” he asked, stepping away from his post. If I didn’t know any better I’d think he was a permanent fixture for the Puerto Rican store.

  “You, you’re always on that corner. I know your legs get tired,” I said, laughing again.

  “You got jokes, huh? Girl, I’m a hustler. I gotta watch my block. A lot of these young niggas will test you. I can’t have my shit go up in smoke.”

  “Really, so you’re not just trying to look cute?” I joked.

  “Cute? Shit, I ain’t gotta try to look cute. That shit comes naturally like that fat ass you got.”

  I continued to laugh at his charm. I must admit, he was pretty good-looking. For some reason it brought back memories of my crush as I was growing up. Was it because I was mad at Tyson? Hell, I didn’t know what it was, but I wished that I would have sooner because he was definitely someone I wouldn’t mind taking a look at every day. I laughed at myself. A girl can think some crazy things sometimes.

  “Well, then I guess we are two of the lucky ones, huh?”

  “I guess so, but we’d be even luckier if we hook up on some real shit.”

  “If I wasn’t already attached to someone I would probably take you up on that offer.”

  “What your man don’t know won’t hurt him. I’m a nigga that knows how to play the background.”

  “Really?” I asked. I didn’t believe that he could play the background. I didn’t believe that any man could. Men talk the game but as soon as they get some and start feeling you they lose control.

  “Really. What, you don’t believe me?”

  “I didn’t say that, but that’s a little risky for me.”

  “Why, are you scared of your man or something?”

  “No, I’m not scared of him, but I’m happy,” I lied. I wasn’t happy at the moment, that was for sure.

  “It’s cool, ma, I’m not trying to pressure you but if you ever change your mind you know where to find me.”

  He walked away and waved. Of course I knew where to find him. It wasn’t like I had to go really far. I laughed again, just thinking about my earlier jokes. I would definitely keep him in mind if things didn’t work out with me and Tyson. Even though I planned on staying with him, you can never really be too sure about the future. I headed to Deidra’s door and knocked a few times. She peeked out of the door before taking off the chain lock and opening it.

  “Girl, why don’t you ever call me when you’re on your way over?”

  “Why? Then I wouldn’t be able to catch you in the act.”

  “The act of what?”

  “I’m just playing. What’s up, though, how’s the program going?”

  “It’s going, you know the only reason I’m going is because of you.”

  “I know, and I appreciate it. I just want you to get better. I need the old Deidra back,” I said, laughing.

  “I know, girl; don’t worry, you will. I’m positive you’re going to make sure of that.”

  I stayed over her house for about an hour before I decided to head back home. I gave Money one more wave before I got into the car. I almost thought about taking his number but I decided not to. I couldn’t let temptation screw things up. It was a well-known fact that when in a relationship and things go bad we quickly migrate to someone else that can make you feel good in that time of need. I didn’t want to fall victim to the risky business of having an affair. It would take too much energy. More energy than I was interested in using. Especially for a guy who lived the same lifestyle as the man I was with. He would probably do exactly the same things Tyson did. Either way, I’d probably end up unhappy and fighting to keep things stable. Was it even really worth it?

  Chapter Seventeen

  Diamond: Down the Aisle

  I couldn’t believe what I was getting myself into. Here I was about to do something that I promised myself I wouldn’t do. I was on my way down to city hall to marry Kemp. Why? Shit, I’d be a millionaire if I could answer that question. We had only been together for six months, but he felt that the only way to keep this relationship together was to jump the broom. It didn’t take a lot of convincing, since I wanted to keep the life that I had with him. I couldn’t tell him no and risk losing him. So, the night that he crawled into bed, wrapped his arms around me, and whispered in my ear “marry me” all I could say was okay. Yeah, I might be a little crazy and even though I wasn’t trying to be tied down to anyone I felt that I had to. How would I say no and convince him to stay with me? With so many women on his heels I was positive that he could pick up and leave when he got ready. I felt like the only way to keep him tied to me at this point was to marry him.

  We took Kiki and his friend Black with us as witnesses. I decided not to dress up in white since to me there wasn’t anything traditional about this courtship. I had always dreamed that the day I got married I would walk down the aisle with a twelve-foot train, the kind you only see on TV, and have my father standing by my side. My father, yeah, this made me think of him. I know that he wasn’t my biological father but he was the only father that I knew. I could remember the day that I found out that I was adopted. I could never forget that day. I had just come home after school, starving. I had decided to play at recess a little while longer and skip lunch. As it neared the end of the day I knew that it was a mistake. I felt like my stomach was barking at my back. I ran in the house hoping that I could find a sandwich or something. I didn’t even notice my mother sitting on the sofa but once I settled down I heard sobs. I looked into the living room where she was sitting with a letter in one hand and tissue in the other.

  “Mom, what’s wrong? Were you and Daddy fighting again?” I asked, kneeling down next to her. Fighting was something that I was used to. There had been many nights I couldn’t sleep listening to them argue.

  “I have something that I need to talk to you about, baby. Come over here and sit down for a minute.”

  “Mom, what’s going on?” I didn’t like the sound of what she said. I was preparing myself for the worst. Even at ten years old I knew that it didn’t sound good.

  “You are so special to me and I don’t ever want you to think any different.” She put her hand under my chin so that I could look her in the eye.

  “I know that, Mom,” I said, smiling. I was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

  “Baby, I’m not your biological mother. You were adopted.”

  “Adopted?” I had to say the word out loud to hear it again myself. I knew what the word meant but it couldn’t possibly pertain to me. How could she not be my real mom? I looked just like her or at least I had psyched myself up to believe t
hat I did. To me, this seemed like the end. Was I being shipped away or something? Why would she be telling me this now? And what were the tears for? My mind was going a hundred miles a minute. I didn’t know what to say.

  “Yes, baby, you’re adopted, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you and love you like I gave birth to you.”

  “So what are you saying, you’re giving me away or something?” A tear escaped the well of my eye. I was nervous. I thought for sure that this was the end of life the way that I knew it. Well, actually it was. It didn’t matter what her answer was, my life was a lie.

  “No baby, I’m not giving you away. You are my daughter.”

  “So why now, why did you have to tell me now?”

  “Your father is filing for divorce.”

  “What? Divorce?” I knew the definition of this word too but I had to repeat it. I just wanted to eat. I never expected to come home to this. Just that morning my dad kissed me good-bye and gave me a long hug. Then I thought about it; the hug was longer than usual. It was as if I would never see him again. Was that the case? Was he telling me good-bye for good and not until he got off work? I got up off the floor and ran to my parents’ room. I opened the drawers and found all of his empty. I looked in the closet and only saw my mother’s things hanging. Did I miss something? Just the night before we had sat at the table and eaten dinner together, and today all of his things were gone and he was filing for divorce.

  My mother came in the room and wrapped her arms around me from behind. I couldn’t hold in the tears any longer. I wanted to leave the house, go back to school, and try this again. This couldn’t be true.

  “I’m so sorry, Diamond, but he’s gone. He’s not coming back.”

  “He has to, Mom, he just has to.” I still didn’t want to believe that what she was saying was true. I felt like I was losing it. I couldn’t imagine my life without my dad. Who would fight off the boys? Who would be there to watch football with me on Sundays? That’s not a mother’s job. Besides, my mother wasn’t strong enough to do both jobs. I cried the rest of the night and fell to sleep hoping that I would wake up the next morning and he’d be waiting for me at the breakfast table. Knowing that I was adopted wasn’t as bad to swallow, since that meant that they really wanted me if they would take the responsibility of someone else’s child. I didn’t care who my real parents were; it didn’t matter. I wanted my daddy back. Unfortunately, my wishes would fall on deaf ears because that morning was the last time that I had seen my father. I didn’t even know where to look for him. I wanted to find him and tell him that he had to come back. Sadly, I never got that opportunity.