“But I don’t know how to do that.” Milan eased up close to Kendu and wrapped her arms around his thick neck. “I try to just sit”—she massaged his neck with her fingertips—“and be quiet, but all I keep hearing,” she said, drawing her face into his, “are all of my problems screaming in my head.” She tried to fight it, but she felt like her lips had a magnet for his, so she kissed him, and he responded.
“Let me show you somethin’.” He started unbuttoning her uniform top, kissing every ounce of skin that was revealed.
“I feel like I just wanna run away, like to the sky, maybe.” She lay back on the chaise as his now-loose belt buckle clinked, his tongue ran up and down the center of her body as he slowly undressed her.
“Let me take you there.” He pulled her panties down with his teeth, revealing her feminine beauty.
“Kendu.” She placed her hands on his face as her back arched and her hips matched the rhythm of his lips as he licked her creamy slit, until all Milan could do was beg for more.
Kendu loved the smell of her, the way her clit melted to jelly and her sweet flesh rubbed the evidence of her pleasure against his face. He loved the way her erotic cat smothered his lips and the way her thick thighs encompassed him. He bit her clit slightly the way he remembered she liked it, and then as if he were preparing for a monstrous wave, he took his heated and luscious tongue, placed it at the base of her cherry, and within seconds her drippings were coating his throat.
He kissed her all over her ass, hungrily licking between her cheeks. Then he dropped his pants to the floor and before he lay on top of her Milan sat up and began caressing his shaft into her mouth. His dick was so big and so filling that she had to relax the back of her throat to take him all in. She licked and she sucked all of his unending inches, until Kendu’s pelvis began to contract and he blessed her lips with his liquid gifts. Immediately he was hard again, and Milan lay back and opened her world up to him. Loving the feel of her full breasts against his chest he pushed them both together and rotated his sensually gripping sucks from one chocolate nipple to the next.
Milan lost control and for the first time ever she let it all go. Her issues and problems had no room and no space in this place where she so desperately wanted to be. She watched Kendu with her eyes wide as he sat up and kneeled, rubbing himself in her wetness. His dick was so big that if he didn’t use it all now, he would have enough to save for later. His had always been the prettiest dick she’d ever seen.
Conscious of his size and confident that she hadn’t had any dick like this, Kendu slowly pushed in his cock, and with every inch he could feel it becoming smothered with more and more of Milan’s vanilla icing. He loved the thickness of her sticky pond, and with the size of her hips and the way she was starting to twirl them, he knew that when they were done both would be unsure about who had whipped whom.
“Damn, baby, wait,” Milan said, unable to catch her breath.
“You really want me to wait?” He slid his dick out, slid down her belly, sucked her dripping juice, and then all at once pushed his dick back in. “You really want me to wait?”
“No,” she gasped, as he starting fucking her so hard that her ass jiggled and jumped. Milan could feel her walls expanding and collapsing every time Kendu went from the top of her pussy to the bottom.
She continuously lost her breath as she did her best to hold on for the ride. Her head was spinning and a bomb was ticking. She placed one leg on the floor-to-ceiling window and the other she wrapped around his waist. She loved how he felt inside of her, letting her know with every stroke that she was going to take this dick and she was going to take it as often as he wanted to give it to her.
Her stomach began to tighten and she could feel her orgasmic bomb preparing for explosion. Milan knew at any moment she was due to drench his dick with payment for his generously helping to ease her pain. “Kendu!” she screamed. “Oh damn… ummm … baby, baby, baby…”
Kendu could feel Milan’s warm milk drown his manhood as he plummeted in and out of her, causing her to belt out what she had bottled up inside of her all this time: “I love you.”
Before he could think of how he needed to respond, especially since he wasn’t the best at formulating his thoughts into words, his blessings exploded into her.
A few minutes into catching their breath, Kendu kissed Milan on the lips. “I don’t want to only be friends anymore.”
“I know.” She kissed him.
“I just need you to understand that I got some shit going on…”
“I know…”
“And with my daughter.” He shook his head. “I’m scared as hell to be away from her.”
“I thought she’d gotten better. She hasn’t been sick in a while.”
“She has gotten better, and that’s why I’ve been thinking I need to really leave Evan now. But I can’t leave all at once. It’s gon’ take a minute.”
Milan placed her finger against his lips. “Shhh, this is the place where you come to chill, remember?”
After a few hours of making love off and on and moving from the chaise to the center of the bed, Kendu lay asleep, while Milan lay with her head in the center of his chest and stroked his pecs with the tip of her index finger. She hated that she loved him so intensely, because she knew it was a distraction from what she needed to be doing, which was working on getting her own life together. Her life was in disarray, yet she’d awakened feelings in herself that she’d been able to hold at bay or at the very least place in perspective for the last few years, and now she knew she couldn’t deny her love anymore.
She didn’t like Evan. That was no secret. So fucking her husband didn’t rock Milan’s core, but what did was the reality that she would be at the bottom of Kendu’s short list, and there was the chance that she would end up in the same predicament that she was in with Yusef, where all her hopes, dreams, and desires rested on what he did and how he could afford for them to live.
“Go to sleep,” Kendu said groggily as he turned over and ran his fingers through her hair. “Stop thinking.” He kissed her. “We’ll take care of it in the morning. My lawyer’s already on it. So get some rest, ’cause Johnson”—he pointed to his dick—“gets up early in the morning.”
“Johnson is already up.” Milan slid down his chest. She stared at his dick and then kissed the tip. “Look at all this dick.”
“Yeah, you right.” Kendu nodded. “Look at all that dick.”
“You’re so arrogant.” She laughed.
“And you love it.”
Evan
“I need you to stop fucking with me,” Evan said to no one in particular, as she stirred Aiyanna’s oatmeal as she’d been doing religiously for the last hour. Tears were aching the back of her eyelids, but she was beyond crying. She felt strangely out of her mind. Not manic, not hyped up and wanting to fight, but she felt her sanity leaving and her mind on the brink of taking her someplace she’d never been before.
At first she thought she could swing with Kendu saying the bare minimum to her, acting as if they were barely roommates, as long as he didn’t leave her. But she’d been noticing more and more how he would disappear for days and weekends and she could swear he’d come back with the faint scent of Chanel No. 5 lingering on his body.
“Aiyanna!” she yelled, and a few minutes later Aiyanna skipped into the kitchen.
“Sit down and eat your breakfast before the bus comes.”
Aiyanna started shaking her head and swinging her ponytails.
“Mommy, I don’t like your oatmeal. I only like it when Chef John makes it.”
“Shut up, Aiyanna, and eat the shit before you pay for being grown.” Evan pointed her finger at her.
“I’m not eating that. It always makes me sick. And I haven’t been sick in a while. I don’t want to be sick again.”
Evan trembled and her eyes began to blink repeatedly. She had to be mistaken because certainly Aiyanna wasn’t talking to her like she was the mother and Evan was the
child. Maybe Aiyanna needed to be reminded that she wasn’t too young or too old to get her ass kicked. “You working on being fucked up,” she said, grabbing Aiyanna’s face and pressing her fingers deeply into her cheeks. “Do you know what I’ve been going through to prepare this for you?” She took a spoonful of the oatmeal and shoved it into Aiyanna’s parched mouth. “And you have the nerve to tell me what you’re not going to eat? You want me to kick your ass, Aiyanna?!” She shoved oatmeal into her mouth again. “Huh?”
Aiyanna was too scared to cry as the oatmeal that she refused to swallow poured out the sides of her mouth. As Evan went to shove another spoonful into her mouth, the school bus blew its horn. “You’re lucky,” Evan said, squinting into Aiyanna’s eyes, “and unless you want your daddy to leave because you’re being a bad ass and not listening to me, then you better do what the fuck I tell you to. You understand me, little girl?” Aiyanna couldn’t hold it in anymore and her tears rolled over Evan’s knuckles. “You understand me?” Evan repeated.
Aiyanna nodded.
“You better, and if you even think about telling your father, I will beat your ass and make sure he never sees you again.”
“Bridget,” Carl whispered as he secretly filmed Evan, who was so caught up that she hadn’t even heard the camera crew come in, “I don’t like the look of this.”
Bridget smiled. “Shhh, this is a producer’s wet-goddamn-dream. This screams Emmy!”
“But she’s gone too far,” Carl said, obviously distressed.
“You are to film, not play therapist.”
Carl looked taken aback. He knew Bridget liked drama, but this was too much. So instead of verbally intervening he dropped a piece of equipment, forcing Evan to turn around as Bridget stared daggers at him with her eyes.
Evan jumped. “Bridget, Carl”—she nodded and looked at the other guys in the camera crew—“how long have you been standing there?”
“Not long.” Bridget smiled. “Aiyanna’s school bus is outside.”
Evan took a paper towel and wiped Aiyanna’s mouth. “Go!” She kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear, “And remember what I told you.”
Jaise
“M a,” Jabril said, “why do I have to pull my pants up?”
“Boy, you better pull ’em up,” Jaise said, tight-lipped, as she parked in front of the YMCA, “or I’ma hurt you.” Jabril laughed. “Ma, I’m taller than you.”
“And I will still kick yo’ tall ass,” she said, taking her keys out of her Range Rover ignition. “Now come on.”
As they walked up the block Jabril looked at the building they were headed toward and said, “The YMCA! Oh hell no, my boys can’t see me in here!”
“You cussin’ in my face?”
“I’m sayin’ though.”
“You’re not saying a thing. Now come on.”
As they walked inside Jaise hoped the nervousness she felt didn’t show on her face. She arched her back as her fitted jeans rode her plump behind and the waist of her blue mink jacket rested on her hips. Her thick MAC lip gloss weighed heavy on her lips as she walked up to Bilal and smiled. “My son and I—”
“Holy shit,” Jabril mumbled. “Ma,” he said, tight-lipped, looking at Bilal and realizing who he was, “you tryna set me up?”
“Shut up.” She turned to him and then back to Bilal. “We were invited to an empowerment group, and I came to see who was speaking.”
Bilal smiled and nodded at Jaise. “Really? You came to see who the speaker was going to be?” He looked toward Jabril and held his fist out for a pound. “Wassup?”
“You got it?” Jabril said nervously, then turned to his mother. “Ma, can I speak to you for a minute?”
“Excuse us,” Jaise said. She and Jabril stepped to the side. “Yes.”
“Ma, what’s going on here? You tryna get me arrested? Is this one of those Scared Straight programs or something? You not gon’ leave me here, right?”
“Jabril—”
“Ma, I learned my lesson.”
“Okay, it’s not like that,” Jaise said as she spotted Jay-Z walking onto the stage. Jaise pointed. “This is why I brought you here.”
“Jay-Z?! Dang, Ma, for real?” He looked toward the gym, which was filling with people. A group of young ladies walked past them. “Excuse me”—Jabril popped his collar—“but the honeys are callin’.”
“I bet they are,” Jaise said as she walked back over to Bilal and smiled. “I hope the invitation still stands.”
“It does.”
She looked him over. He was so beautiful that it didn’t make sense. Jaise bit her bottom lip in hopes that she would be able to speak without blushing. “I apologize for the way I acted the last time we saw each other.”
“Apology accepted.”
“I just—”
“Look,” Bilal said, “stop explaining yourself and just be yourself. Now come on”—he took hold of her hand “—let’s go on and enjoy the show.”
Jaise was in heaven watching Jabril throw up his hands and wave them in the air as Jay-Z rapped. It was as if he remembered he was sixteen and could relax and enjoy himself. There were no worries about what his father was doing or, better yet, not doing. No concerns about Robyn saying something inappropriate or jealous hearted. There were no disturbances at all. Simply a day out chillin’ with his moms.
“Ma!” Jabril said when the concert was over. “That was the truth! Yo that was hot.”
“It was hot, son?”
“Man, please. I just might come back.”
Jaise hugged him tightly and Jabril started coughing. “Ma, please, I can’t breathe.”
She playfully mushed him in the head. “Funny.”
“Ma, you can’t be doin’ all that huggin’ and stuff in public. You never know it might be girls walkin’ around here tryna be my bust-it babies.”
“You better watch your mouth.”
“Psych, I’m just playin’, Ma.”
“You better be,” she said.
Jabril looked at Bilal. “Mr. Asante, you ai’ight for a pig, I mean a jake. I mean, you straight. You seem to be okay is what I’m trying to say.”
“You know we have a basketball league. I’d like to see you try out.”
“Oh no, no sports,” Jaise interrupted. “I have seen my share of athletes go down the drain.”
“Well, something tells me Jabril just may be different.” Bilal smiled at Jaise.
“Exactly, I’m glad somebody recognized,” Jabril said as a group of girls walked by. “Excuse me.”
Jaise couldn’t help but smile. “This was fun,” she said after they had found themselves talking about everything under the sun. Jaise couldn’t remember when she had been so turned on simply by the words coming out of a man’s mouth. “I would like to see you again,” she said to Bilal, slyly pinching herself to make sure she wasn’t sleeping.
“Yeah?” He gave her a sexy grin. “I would love to see you again.”
“Really?” Jaise giggled like a schoolgirl. She knew this was a bold move, but seeing that no one was around she mustered up the nerve to try it. Jaise placed her arms around Bilal’s neck and kissed him, and he responded with a gracious and soul-stirring kiss that sent chills, sweet dreams, and sparks through her. The kiss was so intense that Jaise found herself tossing her head back into the palm of his hands as he ran his fingertips through her hair. Breaking their kiss, Jaise said, “Why don’t you stop by later?”
“Nah, not yet.” He smiled.
Jaise couldn’t believe it, an obvious invitation to pussy and here he was turning it down. “And … why not…?” She hated to ask but she needed to know.
“Because I would like us to see where this is going first, before I start coming by your house after a certain time at night.”
“And how are we supposed to know where this is going?”
“We’ll feel it.” He kissed her again.
Jaise stared at him. She thought for sure the last man like this was de
ad. “Good-night.” He kissed her on the forehead.
“Good-night,” she said, doing her best to keep her legs from buckling as she walked toward the exit. Jabril was standing outside. Once she got to the door she realized Bilal was standing there watching her. She turned to wave bye and threw every ounce of motion into her ocean. When she arrived at her car, she and Jabril slid in and Jaise leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “Please,” she whispered to herself, “let him be the one.”
Chaunci
Chaunci’s posh Times Square office had the perfect view of a Millionaire Wives Club billboard with a picture of her standing beside Milan, rocking a fierce wide-brim hat with attitude to match. The picture had been taken before the show began taping, and she wondered if the photograph were to be taken now, would they each smile?
Chaunci’s Prada heels clicked as she walked across the tiled floor, decked out in her Norma Kamali teal power suit. She smiled for the camera as they taped her at the office.
“Good morning, everyone,” she greeted her staff and sat down at the head of the conference table in her oversized black wing chair. The straight skirt she wore rose slightly up her thigh as she crossed her legs and undid the three buttons down the middle of her suit jacket.
“I would like to discuss a few things for our upcoming issues. I’ve been thinking about adding a book review section. Any thoughts?”
“I think it’s a wonderful idea,” Jeneen, one of the staff writers, commented, leading a few of her colleagues to join the discussion.
Chaunci could hear them chatting away, but her mind started to drift as thoughts of Idris distracted her.
Doing her best to refocus on her meeting, Chaunci joined in the discussion with her staff. They moved on from the book review idea to the upcoming cover choices. Once they were all done Chaunci smiled and said, “Thanks, everyone, we’ll meet again next week.” As she walked out of the conference room her secretary said to her, “You have a stack of mail on your desk, a certified delivery that came a few moments ago, and a special delivery that’s waiting for you as soon as you walk into your office.”
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