CHAPTER 10:
Ghetti’s Tryst
Durham, North Carolina
Sunday 10:13 a.m.
Mance knew something was wrong when Volanda stormed back into the bedroom and slammed the door. From what she had explained earlier, someone had leaked information to the press about Regail’s unusual release from jail. The reporter who had taken the anonymous caller’s info had gone to college with Volanda. Instead of ruining Volanda’s career, the reporter had called Volanda personally and asked to speak with her. Amanda was also present.
Mance had stayed in the bed while the three women sought a way to control a bad issue. He sat up when Volanda stormed into the bedroom. “Baby, what’s up?” She looked upset as she yanked the closet open. “I need to go take care of something.”
“Something like what?” he stood.
“Its work related. Nothing to worry about.”
“The hell it ain’t!”
“Baby,” she turned around. “Please, not right now okay,” she said pushing her arm into a brown leather coat.
“So. You just gonna bounce out on me without tellin’ me shit?”
“Mance,” she closed her eyes pinching the bridge of her nose. “I can’t discuss this case. I have to go out and take care of something.”
Mance sat back down, in no mood to argue. He could tell she was clearly upset.
When he was not looking, she smoothly slipped her personal handgun into her purse. She gave him a small kiss then left. Mance lay in bed looking up toward the ceiling, then got up to use the bathroom. Hearing the TV, he stopped in the hallway then walked into the living room to find Amanda. This was a surprise.
“You should have gone with her,” she said, sitting on the sofa.
“I couldn’t even get two words in,” he said.
Amanda looked at him, and then quickly averted her eyes back to the TV. Mance felt awkward when he looked down at his boxers. He needed to put some clothes on.
While he was in the bathroom, Amanda received a call from Volanda. “Where’s Mance?”
“In the bathroom.”
“Listen, I’m going to seal the source of this leak when I see that bastard!”
“Volanda, shouldn’t we just report him? No damage was done since Crystal isn’t going to air anything.”
“I understood that, but what if he goes to another station? We just got lucky this time and now I owe Crystal real big. I’m just tired of his shit and I know he called that tip in. He needs to know that I’m the wrong one to fuck with!”
“Do you still want me to wait here until you get back?” Amanda cut her eyes toward the bathroom door.
“It don’t matter, just put some coffee on for me because Mance will be leaving soon.”
“Okay.”
“Let me get off this phone. I’ll see you later.”
“Bye.” Amanda flipped her phone shut then once again looked toward the bathroom door.
*Raleigh, North Carolina*
3:17 P.M.
Ghetti stepped off the train and became suspicious of the Metallic violet $70,000 Corvette Z06. As he neared it, he found it hard to see through the dark tinted glass. A few feet away the trunk suddenly popped open. He eased his bag inside then closed the trunk. Once he was seated in the low black leather seat, he slid the Bape hoodie off his head.
“Hey, Mr. Centaur.” Verenity shifted to first, eased off the clutch while smoothly touching the gas. The Vette’s 505 horse powered engine emitted its head-turning growl that could push the ‘Vette up to 198 mph.
“Damn, who’s the new nigga that took my spot?” He mused.
“What new nigga?” Verenity shifted the gears fluidly as the ‘Vette sped down the street.
“The new nigga that let you drive his ‘Vette.” Ghetti knew she had to be doing something special to be trusted with a brand new fucking ‘Vette. He glanced at her, looking like she belonged on the cover of a magazine. He felt special to be the only man-sliding dick up in her. He wasn’t in love; they just had a trill ass sex buddy relationship. With a touch of a button, she filled the ‘Vette with Beyoncé’s “Irreplaceable.”
“Fool! For your info-damn-mation, this ain’t no nigga’s car, it’s my friend Karrine’s car,” she said with a slight neck roll.
“Word?”
“Yes, boy. Hell, I should find some new dick since you ain’t been in the picture.” She switched lanes. “Yeah my girl, Karrine owns this bad motherfucker and it’s fast!”
“Just like your ass,” Ghetti said.
Verenity stuck her pierced tongue out. “You must not know ’bout me,” she sang.
“You missed the Centaur?” He reached across the emergency brake to rub her juicy thigh.
“Nope.” She slapped his hand away.
“You get the room for me.”
“Yes boy! Ain’t I’ve proven to be dependable for your worrisome ass?”
Ghetti nodded yes while counting out $1,000. “Here. This for doin’ all–”
“Thank you.” She playfully snatched the wad of cash from his hand. “Now are you going to tell me what the hell is going on with you?”
“I just needed a vacation,” he said, leaning his head back against the headrest.
“What? From these?” She rubbed her breast, grinning. “I know you are doing something stupid and you better not have no damn drugs in that bag.”
“Damn girl. Didn’t I tell ya that I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ that shit no mo’?”
Verenity reached over to rub his knee. “Want to do a quickie when we get to the room? I bet Mr. Centaur misses me.”
He slid her heavily jeweled hand toward his inner thigh. “You know he ain’t bred to run no short track laps,” he bragged about his stamina.
“Baby, if any bitch knows about your dick game, it’s me. Now tell me how many other bitches you been sharing my thang with down in Miami?”
Ghetti went ahead and told her about Skyy, but left out the part of him licking her ass. He knew she wouldn’t trip, mainly she would be pressing him to lick her ass. At a red light she pulled Mr. Centaur out.
“Damn you could steal all of my girls with this,” she said, stroking it up and down. Her touch was so on point that he was wishing the ‘Vette was an automatic. When they parked at the Hilton, Verenity received a call from her lover, Karrine. She told Ghetti to be quiet as she took the call over the speaker inside the ‘Vette. Just to piss her off, he rubbed her breast until she made him stop.
“Verenity.” Karrine’s super sexy voice was like an orgasm.
“Yes baby,” Verenity said.
“Darling, I just finished up on my affairs and the company jet will be landing at RDU in twenty minutes. I had no foresight that I would arrive back this early.”
“I’ll be there baby,” Verenity said sincerely.
“I have a big surprise for you.” Karrine’s sexy laughter filled the car. “I have to hang up now. I’ll see you soon.”
“Kisses.”
“Kisses. Bye.”
Verenity looked at the time. “I got to cancel our fun.” She frowned.
“C’mon, we can just pop one off,” Ghetti begged. “It will be a quickie.”
“Oh hell no, if I go up to your room you’ll be tossing dick up in me for the rest of the day. See how your ego and mouth gets your ass fucked up? Mr. ‘I ain’t bred for no short tracks,’” She laughed.
“This is the second time you dissed me fo’ some pussy! I swear I believe you bouncin’ ’round on another dick.” He pretended to be mad.
“Baby, I can’t be late picking up Karrine,” she said apologetically.
“You be—never mind, I’m out. Thanks for pickin’ me up.” He was reaching for the door latch when she pulled his sleeve. Once she had his attention she pulled Mr. Centaur back out. All she said was. “Hold my hair.” Then leaned over to fill her slippery mouth with his long, sweet dick. She could only spare a few minutes. She sucked it at a slow pace as he praised her excellent skills.
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bsp; “I got to roll out.” She sat up wiping her mouth. “Look at you. You didn’t even cum,” she said, looking at his wet dick. “Damn! That thang is de-fucking-licious.”
“You gonna come through later tonight?” he asked, fixing his clothes.
Verenity had the vanity mirror flipped down, applying lip gloss to her lips.
“I’ll try. But you know I got classes tomorrow,” she reminded him.
“Just do whut you can and don’t tell nobody I’m here.”
“I got you. And don’t call no other bitch up to your room and I’m serious,” she said, smiling at her reflection.
Ghetti said he would holla then stepped out. Pulling the hoodie back over his head, he grabbed his bag from the trunk then casually made his way into the Hilton.
When he made it to his room, he tossed his bag on the bed then ordered a pizza. Once the order was made, he kicked his Jordan’s off then flopped back on the soft bed. He had to think. Being safe, he did not travel with a gun so he was defenseless. If pussy were not on his mind, he would have told Verenity to stop at a store so he could get a new phone. He had left his last one down in Miami in his rush to leave. So far, Verenity was the only person who knew he was back. When he left Fly’s crib he left a note on Fly’s bedroom door. Something came up, on my way to Memphis. Call you later. He hated to lie, but right now, he had to keep his head below the water, but he couldn’t stay for too long. His thoughts formed toward Maria. He had promised Carlos that he would look out for her. He wanted to know Maria’s condition.
After taking a shower, he called Duke Hospital and tried to get an update on Maria’s condition. When he couldn’t prove that, he was an immediate family member he was given the loop. He became frustrated, slamming the phone down. Ghetti knew he had to get his life in order. Maria showed him that tomorrow could never be promised. He seriously hoped that she would make it. Ghetti vowed to bring the pain on Poo-Man for his coward ass actions. Jumping from the bed, he paced the floor. He thought of Maria and her words of encouragement when they first went out. He needed to stop bullshiting and get his GED. . . or end up in the D.O.C. Department of Corrections when the pizza arrived he ate a few slices then ended up falling asleep while watching TV. Verenity was never able to return. She and Karrine had gotten lost in each other on a king-size bed. Karrine’s surprise for Verenity was a trip to the island of Cozumel, Mexico next month. Karrine was a successful luxury home real estate agent with her own firm. Verenity had met the sexy looking Golden Brooks look-a-like at a business seminar at North Carolina Central University back in September of last year. Karrine was thirty with two kids and married. She had a luxury home in Atlanta and a smaller house in Greensboro. When Verenity was with Karrine, she put everything and everyone to the side even Amanda. Verenity was on top of Karrine in a sixty-nine, licking her nectarous vagina when her cell phone rung. Verenity didn’t care who it was, so without removing her mouth from Karrine, she smoothly reached out and turned her phone off.
*Monday 9:10 a.m.*
Mance woke up with Volanda asleep on his chest. After cooking him breakfast, she said she needed to visit her aunt. She told Mance to expect her back home no later than six. In truth, she was not going to New Bern and Mance had no reason to suspect she was telling a lie. Mance was backing out of the driveway in his Lexus when his cell phone signaled that he had a text message. He eased down on the brakes when he saw it was from Ghetti.
I’m okay, still got a headache. Will reach U soon.
Mance noticed that Ghetti was using a computer through AOL. He deleted the message with relief that his cousin was doing fine. He headed directly for work. After cutting a few heads, he left Stewart in charge and told him that he was going to Raleigh to check on his other shop. Just as Mance was leaving, Stewart started to holla at him about Ghetti, but he changed his mind.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Verenity said into her cell phone. Her heels echoed in the hallway as she walked to her next class at NCCU.
“Yes, I’m ready,” Amanda said. “Just make sure it’s someone you trust and know. I just want this to be—”
“On the down low?” Verenity giggled. “I understand your position, but nothing personal, I don’t do white men, so the guy I pick for us will be black.”
“Okay, I . . . will still go through it.”
Verenity knew Amanda had a fantasy of having a threesome, but she never believed she would step up and really do it.
“I will be tied up with my books studying tonight. But I will talk to my friend and see if we can set this up tomorrow night. How does that sound?” Verenity said.
“Fine. Just call me when you can.”
“I will, baby. Bye-bye.”
Amanda sat in her Aspen filled with guilt, but it was not due to Maria. She felt surreal, about making plans to have a threesome with Verenity and another man besides her husband. Verenity wasn’t her only secret. Amanda had another new friend and she was planning to take it to a sexual level when they met. Looking at the time, she pulled away from the curb trying to ignore the guilt she was filled with. Later in the day, Verenity called Ghetti to see what he was up to. She first listened to him bitch and moan about her not coming back to see him. After that, he still had the mindset to ask her to come over, but she said no because she needed to study. Verenity could be a freak at times, but she had her priorities straight when it came to her books.
“You ever been with a white girl?” she asked.
“Why you askin’ me a stupid ass question?”
“Boy! Just answer the question. Do you have the jungle fever or not?”
“I’ll fuck a white girl, but ain’t no relationship jumpin’ off.”
“That’s how you feel for real?” Verenity was surprised at Ghetti being biased.
“Shit, whut’s wrong with me feelin’ that way? I just don’t think I can mentally relate to a white girl plus our backgrounds are too different.”
“Boy, you sound real silly! Color don’t mean shit and of all people I would have never pegged you of being closed-minded.”
“It is whut it is. But I can’t say never.”
Verenity smacked her lips. “Well answer something for me.”
“Whut?”
“Would you like to do something with one of my female friends?”
“She ain’t fat or ugly is she? Ain’t fuckin’ wit’ no ugly chick.”
“Ghetti, I’m talking about a threesome,” she said. “And no, my friend is not fat and she sure as hell ain’t ugly.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious.”
“So um, I’ll get you and your girl at the same time?”
“If Mr. Centaur is up to the challenge,” she teased. “This will be an event because it will be a first for all three of us. Yeah, I’ve been with two girls at one time, but never two girls and one guy. And my friend—well, she’s been married for eleven years and hasn’t seen another dick since she’s been married.”
“White man ain’t tappin’ that pussy right?” He laughed. “Will this be her first time with a black man?”
“Yeah, I think I turned her out with my black dildos she said, giggling. “But anyway, this has to stay on the low and I mean it, Ghetti! No pictures, none of that. And just a few things about her. Her name is Amanda and she’s thirty-six.”
“Who she look like?”
“Does it really matter, boy? But since you asked I’ll have to say she does favor Drew Barrymore a little bit.”
“When you tryin’ to do this?” he asked. “Oh yeah, tell ’er my name is Vic.”
“Tomorrow night at your room since you so eager to do a ménage.”
“I’m down wit’ that. Whut time?”
“We’ll be there between six and seven.”
“You and your girl comin’ together?”
“No. My roommate is letting me drive her car and yes, we will show up, so don’t bug me,” she replied.
“Don’t forget about the name,” he
reminded her.
He talked to her for another few minutes then hung up. Ghetti had never been with two women at one time, but that would change real soon.
*Raleigh, North Carolina*
Tuesday 6:48 P.M.
Amanda stood in front of Room 25, building up the gumption to knock. She had arrived late with hopes that Verenity was already inside. She knew that she could not back out once she went inside. Releasing a deep breath, she rapped lightly on the door. Ghetti was anxious. He had to keep puttin’ his dick on ice. Wearing only a wife beater and some boxers, he took one glance making sure everything was in order. He had a bottle of Grey Goose, Hennessy and a bottle of champagne all on ice. Box of condoms, check. He went over everything to make sure he didn’t miss anything. Looking through the peek hole, he was surprised to see a petite deeply attractive white girl standing in his view. No sign of Verenity. He unlocked the door, pulled it open, and invited her in.
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