by KP, Miss
“I’m sorry too, Los. I’m just stressed out,” I said trying to catch my breath. I took a huge gulp. “I was completely out of line,” I cried as Carlos consoled me.
I buried my head in his chest and balled while he held me on the floor of the kitchen. It had been a while since I’d been held. I missed my son and felt like I had nothing. Lifting my head, I looked at Carlos and all of a sudden I saw something in him that I’d never seen before. He always seemed emotionless as if he didn’t care about anything or anyone. He looked deeply in my eyes and apologized again and kissed me on my forehead. When he wiped my tears with his shirt, I tried to kiss him on his lips, but he quickly pulled away.
“Lisa, naw, that’s not cool. Rich will kill us.”
“I need you, Carlos. I’m tired of Rich. He treats me like shit. All I have put up with, I deserve to be happy.” When I started to cry again, Carlos held me tighter and began to rub my back. I knew he felt sorry for me. Suddenly, I raised my head and attempted to kiss him again, but this time he kissed me back deeply in my mouth, tongue and all. Carlos laid me back gently on the marble floor, got on top of me and started kissing me passionately as if these were emotions he’d always felt. I had never been sexually attracted to any other man in my life besides my husband. I couldn’t believe that I was kissing Carlos in the kitchen where I once prepared meals for them both. Don’t get me wrong he was very handsome, but he was always family. I was so emotional that I let my husband’s cousin have me right in our kitchen. It was wrong, but it felt right.
After removing my panties, he gently began kissing my inner thighs before moving down to the lips of my vagina. He wanted to taste my love is all he kept whispering as he slowly flicked his tongue against my throbbing clitoris. He tasted me like he had something to prove. The way his tongue moved in and out of my dripping pussy, it wasn’t long before I reached an orgasm.
He worked his way back up my body and kissed me on the lips before lifting me off the floor and sat me up on the island. He made love to me right there. When he entered me, I didn’t have a thought in my mind of anything or anyone, at that moment, I just wanted him. His dick fit my pussy like a glove. It was perfect, like it belonged there all along. As I wrapped my legs around his waist, he picked me up and carried me all the way upstairs to the bedroom and made love to me for hours. Now, I knew why Marisol never left his ass. The sex was off the hook. He was so passionate with his love making, like it was an art. Carlos was definitely better than Rich in the bedroom. Rich was well hung, but Carlos was more passionate, taking care of any urge my body needed.
After I climaxed one final time, it was a wrap. He left my body numb, I was out of it. However, it didn’t take long for reality to set in. I just had sex with my husband’s cousin, I thought. A part of me was being vindictive, the other part of me wanted to be comforted.
“Carlos, what have we done? Juan needs me, but here I am with you.” I looked deep into his eyes as we laid in the bed that Rich and I had shared over the years.
“Rich will never understand, and neither will Marisol. We can never tell anyone about this,” he said in a very stern tone.
“So, are you saying it can never happen again?” I asked.
“Hell no Lisa, this shit ain’t right.” He bit the bottom of his lip for a second, then looked back at me. “But damn you felt so good,” he said with a slight smile that displayed his small gap.
“Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
“Let’s cross it right now,” he said as he entered me again.
It was very scary making love to him knowing what would happen if anyone found out, but I loved every minute of it. The thing that was most surprising to me was the fact that I didn’t feel a bit of guilt. This was the first time since the rape that I even had an urge to have sex. I started to think, Marisol would be devastated if she ever found out. Her crazy-ass would definitely kill me if Rich didn’t beat her to it. It was scary how much I enjoyed Carlos. When we fell asleep in each other arms, it was proof that I didn’t need medication to fall asleep, but just some good dick instead.
****
The next morning we were awakened by Denie’s voice as she came through the front door.
“Ma! Whose car is that outside? Is that a rental? Did my father come home?” Denie yelled downstairs from the foyer.
Carlos and I both hopped up. When he ran and hid in Rich’s closet, I threw him his clothes just in time, right before Denie walked in.
“Where the fuck have you been, Denie? Why didn’t you return any of my calls?” I placed my hands on my bare hips.
Denie stared at me then turned her head. “You told me to leave remember? And since when do you sleep naked?”
I’d completely forgotten that I didn’t have any clothes on. “Don’t worry about the way I sleep. Where the fuck have you been? Juan told me what happened at that club the other night. Do you know he got locked up over your ass?” I quickly grabbed my robe from the bathroom. “Where have you been?” This time my voice even pierced my ears.
“Why? How are you gonna put me out, then ask where I’ve been?”
“Just answer the damn question!”
“I’ve been over Destiny’s house.”
“Are you gonna sit here and lie in my fucking face? Juan told me you were with some street nigga the other night. He didn’t mention anything about Destiny.”
“I don’t wanna talk about this. Where’s my father? I talked to him this morning and he said he was coming home because he hadn’t heard from Uncle Carlos.”
I hoped like hell he hadn’t jumped on a Red Eye.
Denie suddenly stopped and looked toward my closet. “What was that noise?”
“What noise?” I asked trying to play it off. “You’re tripping.”
“No, I’m positive I heard something. It sounded like it might’ve came from your closet or something.”
I had to get her ass out of my room. “Do you need something Denie? If not, get out.”
“Have you talked to Uncle Carlos, and whose car is that outside?” Denie questioned.
“The last time I checked I was your mother, so I don’t have you answer to you. Now, you still haven’t told me where you’ve been, and don’t lie to me again because I know you haven’t been with Destiny. I called her mother yesterday, and she said she hadn’t seen you.” I was ready to knock the shit of her if she lied again.
“I’m gone. I’ll be back when my father comes home!”
At that point, I didn’t even give a shit what Denie did. If she wanted to be a hot ass then I was going to let her. Besides, I needed her to leave so Carlos could come out of hiding anyway. “Bye!”
Carlos was completely dressed by the time he stuck his head out of the closet. “Is she gone?”
“Yeah, I heard the front door close.”
“Who did she go with? Did someone come pick her up?” Carlos seemed beyond nervous as he walked toward me.
“I have no idea. I didn’t hear a car, so she might’ve walked over one of her little girlfriend’s houses. Or maybe one of her little boyfriends was parked down the street. Who knows with Denie.”
“Look, I gotta go.” Carlos pulled his phone out from his phone clip. “Shit, Rich called me ten times.”
“Just tell him you got with some girl,” I suggested. “That sounds right up your alley.”
Carlos looked out my bedroom window to make sure Denie wasn’t outside before he made his way downstairs. “I’ll call you later. Let me try to see what’s up with Juan.”
“Can you give me some money?” I blurted out.
“What? How much?”
“A lot. Since Rich left, he hasn’t sent me any money. I even checked his two other stash spots, but they were empty.”
Carlos reached in his pocket and pulled out a stack of money. He then counted out thirty one hundred dollar bills. “This is all I can give you until I get to my house. Besides, you need to call Rich. He’ll send you some cash. He’s not that
petty.”
Since Rich always kept tabs on what I did with his money, I couldn’t ask him for any this time, especially since I had plans to pay the divorce attorney I’d already talked to. Carlos would just have to be the sponsor I needed for now. Carlos made my financial problems go away for the moment, but in reality I had a feeling those problems were about to get worst.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Rich
After callin’ Carlos’ phone all night and not gettin’ through, I began to worry and called Denie. She told me she hadn’t spoken to Lisa, so I was immediately concerned. I let Denie know that I would be catchin’ the first flight back to D.C. and for her to make sure she was at home when I got there. Juan’s sloppiness had the potential of compromisin’ the entire empire that I’d worked so hard to build, so I knew it was best for me to make the trip back east. Just as I was packin’ my bag to leave, my phone rang. It was Carlos.
“Man, I’ve been callin’ your damn phone all night Los, what’s up?”
“Sorry man. My flight ended up getting delayed, then when I got in town, I had to calm one of my bitches down who was threatening to tell Marisol some shit, so things just got out of hand.”
“So, you couldn’t call to tell me that shit? Why didn’t you just answer?”
“The bitch took my phone and wouldn’t give it back.”
“Man, why didn’t you deal wit’ that bitch after Juan?” I asked.
“I know, Rich. I fucked up.”
“So, what’s up wit’ Juan?”
“Well, I tried to go see him early this morning because I knew visiting hours start at eight o’clock, but I forgot that they go by last names over at the D.C. jail. Since his last name starts with an S, he can only get visits on Monday and Wednesday. I gotta wait until tomorrow. You might have to fly back, because the shit looks worse than I thought.”
“What do you mean?”
“After talking to Lisa, it seems as if Juan got caught with 500 grams of heroin, and that shit doesn’t seem right. You need to come back and talk to Juan yourself and see what’s up. He might not open up to me.”
“Heroin? What the fuck? We don’t…” I was so pissed off, I was about to say some stupid shit over the phone. I didn’t deal wit’ heroin…strictly coke, so I wasn’t sure what the fuck my son was into. “A’ight, man. You stayin’ in D.C. or you comin’ back out here?”
“I’ma chill out here for a minute to see what’s good. I got some shit to take care of anyway.”
“Well, I’m about to head out to the airport. My flight leaves at 8:20 a.m., so I should be in D.C. by 5:30 p.m. How was Lisa when you saw her?”
“Umm…she’s cool.”
“Oh, she wasn’t trippin’?”
“She’s always tripping, but I can understand this time. You know how she feels about Juan,” Carlos replied.
“Shit, she’ll be a’ight. Just come pick me up from National around 5:30 and maybe we’ll be able to see what’s really good. I’m about to call my lawyer in a minute to see what we can do about gettin’ Juan released.”
“Cool.”
When I hung up wit’ Carlos, Jade was sittin’ on the edge of the bed, butter ball naked and ready to serve me somethin’ good. She was a little upset that I was leavin’, but after I gave her some of this good dick, she was back to normal. I let her know that if I had to stay longer than a week, I would fly her back to the East Coast, which seemed to satisfy her…for now. She was even in good spirits when she drove to the airport and dropped me off.
While waitin’ to board my flight, I called my attorney John Leach, to see if there was anything he could do for Juan. I wanted my son to be released as soon as possible.
“Yes, John this is Rich Sanchez. How are you?”
“I’m fine. What can I do for you? Haven’t heard from you in a while.”
“I know, but that’s a good thing. Well, it was a good thing because now I’m gonna need your services.”
“Well Rich, you know I might have to refer you to my sister Sherise, because I can’t represent both you and Lisa in this matter.”
“In what matter? I’m callin’ you about my son, Juan. He was arrested a couple of days ago. What the hell do you mean you’re representin’ Lisa, what’s goin’ on?”
“Well, Lisa came by the office 8 o’clock this morning and hired me in your divorce case, so that’s what I thought you were calling about. I apologize. She didn’t mention anything about Juan getting into any kind of trouble.”
My blood began to boil. “What? Why didn’t you call me after she left?”
“Rich, why would I call? I thought you might’ve been aware of this,” John tried to explain. “Besides, she’s my client now, so there’s the aspect of confidentiality.”
“Man, all the money I’ve given you over the years and you’re goin’ to work for my wife. Did you forget that I pay your ass a damn retainer fee? Is that what she used?” When John didn’t respond quick enough, I continued rantin’. “Fuck you and that confidentiality shit. You know what, I’ll find someone else to take care of my son’s case for me. I don’t need you to do shit, and by the way, I might have your sister represent me in other ways.”
When I hung up, I was beyond pissed off. Lookin’ around, I noticed I had an audience of people in the airport lookin’ at me, but I didn’t care. I can’t believe Lisa is really tryin’ to go through wit’ this shit, I thought. I was ready to get back home so I could put my foot so far up Lisa’s ass she wouldn’t be able to walk straight. That bitch was trippin’ if she thought she could leave me that easy.
****
When the plane landed six hours later, I turned my phone on and dialed Carlos to let him know that I would be in baggage claim within ten minutes. Makin’ my way through the airport, the gift shops were full of Valentine’s Day motifs for the upcomin’ holiday. I definitely wasn’t in the mood for that shit at all. Valentine’s Day could kiss my ass right about now.
Carlos pulled up in his rental as soon as I walked out the terminal. Opening the back door, I threw my bag inside and hopped in the passenger seat. Carlos knew me well and could tell I wasn’t in the best mood.
“These punk ass police had me circle the damn airport three times,” he informed.
“My bad, I was waitin’ for my luggage. So, what did Lisa tell you about Denie? I forgot to ask you that earlier.”
“Shit, apparently that might be the reason why Juan got locked up. Juan saw Denie and some nigga going back and forth outside a club. Juan stepped up to the dude, and pulled out the hammer on him. Denie started defending the nigga and Juan pulled off driving crazy. Got pulled over, and the rest is history.”
“Who was the nigga Denie was talkin’ to?”
Carlos shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“So, have you talked to anybody to see what’s good?”
“Naw, I ain’t heard shit yet.”
Carlos seemed nervous for some reason. “Why you actin’ all crazy, Los?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. You just seem like you actin’ a little weird. Like real hyper and nervous. Have you been sniffin’ some of that shit? I told you about bein’ around me after you fuck wit’ that mess. I’m tellin’ you man, you need to chill out wit’ that.”
“No, I haven’t been doing anything. I just got some shit on my mind, but it’s cool.”
“You and Marisol a’ight?” I asked.
“We cool, it’s all good.”
Wit’ so much on my mind, I didn’t have time to try and pry some more information out of him. I knew somethin’ was goin’ on, but figured I had to deal wit’ that later. I had enough bullshit goin’ on. If he hadn’t done anything before comin’ to get me, he probably needed some shit to ease his mind. I hated that my man was into dope, but as long as it didn’t affect the business, I was cool.
On the way to my house, I made a couple of phone calls and tried to get Juan released, but wit’ the seriousness of his charges, a coupl
e of folks said they would get back to me. When we pulled up to my house several minutes later, I got upset all over again. The thought of Lisa’s dumb-ass usin’ my retainer money toward divorcin’ me, instantly set me off. I already had in my mind, when I walked in the house that I was goin’ to smack the shit out of that crazy bitch for fuckin’ wit’ my money. She had started to really get out of hand lately, and I felt it was time to show her there were consequences for fuckin’ wit’ my doe.
Carlos dropped me off because he didn’t feel like dealin’ wit’ me and Lisa’s drama. As I looked around, I wondered why my truck was in the driveway instead of the garage. Nelson knew to place my shit in the garage instead of outside. Just when I was about to call Nelson, I quickly shook my head. Hold up. If that bitch fucked up my truck, it’s gonna be a problem. Rollin’ my luggage up the pavement, I became even angrier the closer I got to the door. Takin’ out my key ring, I quickly slid it in the front door, but it didn’t turn. I did a double take to make sure I was usin’ the right key, then it dawned on me…Lisa had changed the fuckin’ locks. Tryin’ to keep my cool, I knocked on the door.
However, no one answered. Within seconds, I was bangin’ like the damn police.
“Lisa, open the fucking door!” I yelled.
“What, Rich?” Lisa shouted through the door a few seconds later.
“Open the damn door, Lisa!”
“No. Since you want to go around fucking all these other women, which got me raped, then fuck you. Not to mention, you hit me for the last damn time. It’s over!”
“Lisa, stop fuckin’ around!”
“Who said I was?”
“Where’s my daughter?”
“She left. Call her cell.”
I started bangin’ on the door again. This time I was kicking it as well. “I’ma beat your ass Lisa, open this fuckin’ door!”
“Now, I’m really not opening the door,” she replied.
“Oh, bitch you think I’m playin’ wit’ you? Wait ‘til I catch your ass!”
