A Heart Full of Lies

by Nique Luarks

  Skyy frowned. “Wait, that’s Amina. I know her.”

  Erin tried to play it off as she turned around again. “Is that his girl or something? Who is she?” She looked familiar, and Erin felt like she’d seen her before, but where?

  Skyy didn’t understand, she remembered sitting at the table with Jeanette and Amina when she defended Erin saying Tone and her were fucking. Why hadn’t Amina said anything then? Skyy grabbed Erin’s arm. “Bitch, that’s Jeanette’s friend from 54th Street.”

  Sasha stared at Tone while she talked to Erin, “Yea that’s her. Oh shit Erin, I think he see you!” She patted Erin’s arm. “Bitch he’s coming over here.”

  Erin kept facing the bar, now drunk as hell. “I don’t care, he ain’t shit.” She wiggled a little as she pulled down her dress. She felt a presence behind her, like somebody was breathing down her neck. She turned around facing Tone.

  Tone smiled down at her, damn she looked good. He wanted to pick her up and fuck her right there on the bar. He saw she was upset, but kissed her cheek anyways, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Wassup love, I didn’t know you was coming out tonight. You look good as fuck baby.”

  Erin leaned away from him. “What do you want? Didn’t you walk in here with some other bitch?” She was slurring a little causing Tone to laugh at her, but she didn’t find shit funny. “Get out my face Santonio.”

  Tone didn’t budge. “Ain’t nobody in here fuckin’ with you Erin. Not one bitch in here got shit on you.” He could see that she was genuinely upset, and hated it. He’d only brought Amina because she had been blowing his phone up all day about this party. If he would’ve been smarter and paid attention he would’ve known Deidra would invite Skyy. He should’ve known.

  Erin was unfazed. “Whatever.”

  Skyy tapped her arm, “I don’t mean to interrupt, but me and Sasha gone go to VIP.” She pointed up towards the balcony.

  Sasha rubbed Erin’s shoulder and nodded at Tone, before following Skyy upstairs.

  Tone pulled her closer. “Quit acting like that Erin. Ain’t shit going on between me and her, that’s my word.”

  Erin sighed. “And I’m just supposed to take your word and not what I seen with my own two eyes.” She could no longer hide it, Tone had pulled her out of her element, and her feelings were hurt.

  “She just a homie Erin, I’ll introduce y’all.” He now felt like he needed to introduce Erin to Amina to set the record straight, that he and Amina weren’t shit for her to be upset over.

  Erin rolled her eyes. “Buy me a drink.”

  Tone flashed that diamond smile at her. “What you want?”

  She told the bartender and Tone pulled out a wad of cash. Erin was unbothered by his money, taking her drink and sipping from her straw.

  Tone kissed her cheek again. “Gimme some.”

  She pulled the straw out her mouth and put it in Tone’s. He took a small sip, and licked his lips. “That’s not what I want.” He eyed every inch of Erin’s frame, feeling like a dog in heat. From her long pretty hair, to her pedicured toes, she was dope.

  Erin smirked. “What you want?”

  Tone wrapped his arms around her waist, running his hands over her ass. “What you think I want?” He squeezed her ass. “Damn Erin.”

  She laughed. “You all up on me.” She couldn’t even front, she loved his touch.

  Tone stared deep into her eyes. “You leaving with me tonight.” He be damned if Erin went home by herself, he didn’t know if she was fuckin’ with nobody and he didn’t want to take no chances.

  Erin kissed his neck. “Ok.” The liquor was kicking in making her bolder than usual when it came to Tone.

  Tone rubbed her back. “Aight, stay right here, I’ma go get Sasha for you so she won’t be looking for you. Stay right here, don’t move Erin.”

  Erin shook her head ok.

  Sasha made sure to keep her eyes on Erin at all times. She liked Tone and all, but Amina had been watching him like a hawk the whole time he was down at the bar hugged up with Erin, and now Sasha didn’t see her. Sasha peeped the whole scene and knew some shit was about to go down. She watched as Tone walked away and made his way through the crowd of people coming towards the VIP section. She had already started making her way to Erin, not giving her the opportunity to be alone.

  As she walked down the stairs towards Tone, he stopped her. “Erin down at the bar still, she gone roll out with me. Go sit with her til I take you to the car.”

  Sasha nodded her head and continued down the stairs. As she made her way through the crowd and to the bar, she sobered up almost instantly, when she spotted Amina and four other girls heading in Erin’s direction. She picked up her pace, and pulled her phone out to call Erin. She watched as Erin answered her phone.

  “Sup, Sasha, Santonio is coming to get you.”

  Sasha spoke quickly, “Ayo E, that bitch Amina and her friends are heading straight for you!” she hung up the phone, just as Erin turned around.

  Erin sat her phone down and swiftly turned around, and just like Sasha had told her Amina was no less than twenty steps away. She already knew what time it was, and stood her ground as Amina and a group of females approached her.

  “Are you fuckin’ Tone?” Amina wasted no time and asked with an attitude.

  Erin gave her an ugly look. “Do I know you?” Sasha came and stood beside her.

  Amina pointed her finger in Erin’s face nearly touching her. “No bitch, but you about to.”

  Erin pushed her finger out her face, and went to stealing on her. Everything after that went black. She continued swinging and punching, even when it felt like her hair and clothes were being pulled on. She was too zoned out on whooping Amina’s ass. Erin felt her body being picked up and pulled away, as she kept punching and kicking, screaming, “Bitch! Don’t you ever put your fucking hands in my face! You can have his black ass; he was begging to go home with me!” she continued yelling as she was carried out the club.

  Outside, once the cold air hit her face, she came to, and elbowed whoever it was that was carrying her. They put her down and she turned to see it was Tone. She mushed him in the face. “Get the fuck away from me. That same bitch you claimed was just a homie, just tried to go to war over your ass. Fuck you Santonio!”

  Tone grabbed her arm. “I don’t know what the fuck that was about Erin, but I’ma handle it. Calm the fuck down!”

  She pushed away from him, looking for Sasha.

  Sasha came cursing out the club as a club bouncer dragged her out. “Get the fuck off me!”

  Tone whistled. “Aye man let her go, she cool.” He watched as Nino let her go and she rushed towards Erin.

  “E, you good?” Sasha asked.

  Erin took her shoes off and pulled her hair back. “Yea, I’m straight let’s go.” She faced Tone. “Don’t call me…ever.”

  Erin walked through her front door, and slammed it behind her. She was still wired, hitting the wall in a rage. She was livid. Not only did Tone lie to her face, but she almost believed him. She almost gave in, and she damn near gave the pussy up. Tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks as she sat down on the couch hanging her head. She heard a car pull up in her driveway but didn’t budge.

  The knock on her door only made her madder. “WHAT!” she yelled at the door.

  “Erin, it’s Tone open up.”

  She stood up. “Are you fuckin’ deaf! Leave me alone Tone.” she cried unsure of why this was bothering her so much.

  “Erin let me talk to you, I got your phone.”

  Erin sighed, not even realizing she put her phone down but never picked it up back up. Opening the door, she wiped her tears away. “I don’t want to talk.” She reached out for her phone and Tone pushed the door open coming in.

  Closing the door, he looked down at her, she was still beautiful. Not a scratch or bruise in sight. If he hadn’t witnessed it himself, he wouldn’t even believe she’d just had a fight. “You ok? I swear to God, I didn’t mean for this
shit to happen. You don’t deserve that.”

  Erin bit the inside of her jaw as she cried some more. “Tone why do you keep playing mind games with me?”

  Tone hugged her. “I’m not playing with you Erin. Nothing I’ve ever told you was a lie. You think I’d be chasing you, popping up, and cooking for you and shit if I had a bitch? I was just hugged up in the club with you, not her or nobody else; almost begging to come home with you.” He wiped her tears, “Where am I at right now? You the only thing I’m worried about, I don’t give a fuck about Amina.”

  Erin wanted to believe him so bad. “Obviously, she gives a fuck about you, I wonder why.” she said sarcastically.

  Tone rubbed her back. “Don’t trip off her, she ain’t nobody to wonder about.” He kissed her forehead.

  “Tone, I just want you to be honest with me.”

  He kissed her nose.

  “I don’t wanna be hurt again.” she cried, knowing she wanted Tone just as bad as he wanted her. But she was terrified of going through yet another heartbreak.

  Tone picked her up and carried her to the couch. He laid her down, kissing her face and neck. Pulling her dress above her ass he pulled her towards him and dove face first in her pussy. He sucked and licked until Erin’s legs shook and her body caved in. Sticking two fingers in her pussy he went to sucking on her clit. Erin squirted in his face, and he took his fingers out and sucked on them.

  Erin’s chest heaved in and out as she recovered from the orgasms she’d just received. She pulled the rest of her dress off as he wiped his face with his shirt and undressed. Once he was completely naked, her eyes ran over his body and directly to his dick. She bit her lip as he climbed on top of her kissing and sucking on her bottom lip and tongue. Tone rubbed his dick along her opening.

  When he put it in they both paused and enjoyed their first connection. Erin moaned, “Ssshit.”

  Tone stroked her slow, sucking on her neck and breasts., “This my pussy?”

  Erin wrapped her arms around his back. “Yesss, yes baby, oh my God.”

  Tone sped up hitting her walls harder causing her body to shudder. “Tell me it’s mine.”

  Erin felt her body about to explode. “Tooone, baby it’s yours. Baby I’m ‘bout to cum, fuuck.” She held on tighter as her legs starting shaking and Tone pulled out letting her squirt all over his stomach. “Aaaaaaghh, fuuuck!” Her body jumped as Tone kissed her lips.

  Tone lifted her up and turned her around, “Naw, you ain’t done yet. You gone cum for daddy one more time.” he said as he slid his dick back in her pussy. “Damn baby, you so wet.” He closed his eyes. “Fuck.” He smacked her ass and grabbed her hair as he dug deep in her.

  Erin couldn’t help but scoot up as he tried to give her every inch. “Tooone.”

  Tone pulled her back and fucked her harder. “Naw you ain’t going nowhere.”

  Erin felt that familiar sensation as she began to jerk. “Baaaaaby, I’m cummin, baby ssshit.”

  Tone gripped her hips and went faster. “I’m ‘bout to cum with you baby fuck!” He held on to her hips tight as he came inside of her. “Aaagh.”

  Chapter Nine: Mr. Wrong

  Sasha washed her face looking at the scratches on her face. She was pissed. The last thing she expected was to be in a fuckin’ brawl in the middle of the club. If she’d known that she would’ve stayed her ass at home. She put the Neosporin on her cuts and exited the bathroom. She needed to release some of this frustration, she needed some dick. Shawn still refused to have sex if he had to wear a condom, so they’d rarely been having sex.

  She also noticed he was staying out later and later. When she finally made it home last night he was nowhere to be found and he didn’t even make it to the house until almost five. Now any other time she would’ve blown the fuck up, but something was different in their relationship. Maybe she wasn’t strong enough to deal with him having a baby after all. It was just too much, and Shawn wasn’t even trying to make the transition easier, being that she’d never even met Milan, yet he was always at her house.

  Sasha figured the best thing to sex was shopping so she would do just that. As she grabbed her things to head out the door Shawn was calling.

  “Yea?” She slid her arm in her jacket.

  “What you doing?”

  “Getting ready to go to the Plaza, I need some retail therapy, you?” She walked out the house.

  “What happened to your face? While you were sleeping I noticed scratches on your neck and shit.” Shawn asked.

  Sasha made her way to her car.” Some bitches tried to jump Erin, and you know I wasn’t about to let that happen.”

  Shawn huffed. “Sasha what I tell you about that ghetto shit? That shit is not attractive.”

  Sasha shut her car door and started her engine. “You think I was fighting for fun? Did you not just hear me? My best friend was about to get jumped. What, I’m just supposed to stand there and watch? Maybe it’s just me who you aren’t attracted to.” There, she said it.

  “Why would you think I’m not attracted to you? You know I-“

  Sasha cut him off. “Look, can we talk about it when you get home later? This is not a conversation I want to have over the phone.”

  Shawn agreed. “Ok, well I’ll see you later. I love you.”

  Sasha pulled out the driveway and sighed deeply. “I love you too.”

  Sasha lucked out and found a parking spot right in front of Starbucks. The Plaza was an outdoor shopping center, but even though it was damn near the middle of November it was sunny and 63 degrees out. It was packed for a Sunday, but she guessed people were trying to enjoy the warm weather while it lasted. As she exited the car and put on her shades, she heard a familiar voice call her name.

  “Sasha!”

  Sasha took her glasses off. “Hey Michael. What are you doing down here? I mean well, besides shopping.” She laughed feeling silly for even asking.

  Michael smiled at her. “Just doing some light shopping and getting the feel of Missouri. I see you’re out enjoying the weather too.”

  Sasha nodded. “Yea, it’s surprisingly nice out.” Kansas City weather was so bi-polar, it was sunny today, but could be snowing tomorrow.

  Michael agreed. “I know, makes me miss home a little.”

  “I never did ask you where you moved from.”

  “Florida.”

  Sasha frowned. “You left Florida for Missouri?”

  Michael laughed at her. “Business before anything, it was best for business. But I’m glad I moved or I would’ve missed out on the chance to meet you.”

  Sasha swallowed hard, “I…I know right. Well I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early.” She tried to end the conversation and walk away.

  “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” Michael didn’t want her to leave just yet.

  “No thank you, I don’t drink coffee.”

  “You like smoothies?”

  Sasha looked around and shrugged her shoulders. “Yea, I like smoothies.”

  Skyy couldn’t wait to get Jeanette on the phone and give her the run down on what happened last night. Everything happened so quickly, she didn’t even get to Erin and Sasha in time. All she knew was there was a whole lot of chaos on the dance floor, and Sasha and Erin were nowhere to be found. When she finally did get to push through the massive crowd, Tone was pulling Erin off Amina, and Sasha was being snatched away by security.

  Deidra entered the living room rubbing her eyes. “What you cook?”

  “Nothing.” After Erin and Sasha left, she and Deidra left too. They’d come home and made up, with one exception.

  “Why not? You been up since like 10.” Deidra turned the tv on.

  Skyy ignored her. “Did you know Tone was messing with ole’ girl? I ain’t tryna have my best friend out here looking stupid. That bitch Amina got an ass whooping coming if she thinks her and her homegirls getting that one off.” Skyy was mad she wasn’t there to have their backs.

  Deidra looked at her. “No, I didn�
��t. It was supposed to be a bullshit free night. If I knew Amina was gone act like that. I would’ve told Tone to leave her ass at home.”

  “That-“

  Deidra interrupted her. “You shouldn’t even be worried about what Tone got going on, you need to be focused on us. Everybody else’s drama, is they business, this…” She pointed to her and Skyy. “Is my main concern, and other then Skylar, yours too.”

  “You’re right; I just can’t believe she tried to jump my sister.” Skyy knew Deidra was right; she had bigger things to worry about it. Like the fact Deidra demanded that for Thanksgiving she be introduced to Skyy’s family as her girlfriend, or she was done.

  After a good lovemaking session with Deidra, Skyy was worn out, but she had to warn Jeanette about the type of bitch she was hanging with. She knew no matter how mad Jeanette was with Erin, she wouldn’t allow another bitch to disrespect her. Everything about Amina was faulty, and Skyy should’ve known at 54th. Especially when she made the remark about Erin and Tone, and Amina didn’t even acknowledge it.

  She waited for Jeanette to pick up the phone and when she didn’t, she figured she’d just hop in the shower. Just as she made her way to the bathroom her phone was ringing, seeing it was Jeanette she answered hyped. “Bitch!”

  Jeanette replied dryly. “What?”

  “Tell me why yo’ little bitch ass friend Amina, and some of her homegirls tried to jump E.” Skyy was mad all over again. Deidra just shook her head.

  “What?? Why?” Jeanette was lost.

  “Here’s the kicker, that bitch Amina is messing with the same dude Erin is! Giiirl, I should’ve known something was up with her stank ass. She got all in her feelings because she walked in with Tone, but as soon as he seen Erin he was ready to leave with her. Out of nowhere it’s a big ass brawl and a bunch of people crowding the bar! Bitch when I tell you Tone had to pull Erin off Amina’s ass..” Skyy laughed as the scenario replayed in her head then continued, “Amina looked like she’d just had the ass whoopin of her life! Sasha of course was holding it down too! Four bitchess against two and the two held it down!”