by Silk Smooth
“No, I don’t. My parents always taught me that whenever you wanted something to go after it. If not, you’ll let a good thing pass you by. So how about dinner tonight? Seven o’clock at your favorite restaurant.”
“How about I think on this and call you back in an hour or so to let you know?”
“I can deal with that. Get at me when you can, hopefully soon.”
I ended the call, not sure what I would be getting myself into. I wasn’t even sure if I would be wasting my time, especially since my feelings for Honey were so damn strong.
When I got home, as usual, he wasn’t there. I checked my messages and he did leave a message, telling me to call him. When I did, I’ll be damned if a bitch didn’t answer his phone. I thought I’d had the wrong number until I heard Honey cussing her ass out. He then got on the phone.
“Who this?” he asked.
I hung up. He called right back, but I refused to answer. Almost an hour later, he came home, but by then, I had already called Eric and told him that I would meet him at Olive Garden tonight.
I didn’t have time to play these ongoing games with Honey, and it surprised him when he came through the door and saw me chilling back while eating ice cream and watching TV in the family room.
“Was that you who called me?” he asked then sat next to me on the couch.
“Yep, it was me, but since somebody else answered your phone, I figured you were busy.”
“I was with Shay, talking to her about the baby situation. She admitted that the baby wasn’t mine. I’m real damn happy about that shit, for real.”
All I did was nod and continued to show disinterest. Deep down it was good news, because I didn’t want another bitch to have his baby.
Honey took my spoon from my hand and scooped up some of my ice cream, eating it. “What’s for dinner?” he asked. “Do you want to go somewhere to eat, or do you want to come with me tonight and watch me play the tables? We hooked up a private room at the casino, and if you want to come you can.”
“Naw, I’ma pass on that. I’m hangin’ out with Chyna and some of her friends tonight. She invited me to a birthday party, so I’ma see what’s up with that.”
Honey stood up and stretched. He went upstairs, and thirty minutes later, he came back dressed to impress in a pair of black slacks and a gray V-neck shirt that showed many of the tattoos on his arms. Some of his locs were tied back, and he had trimmed the hair that suited his chin into a goatee. His cologne infused the air, and I seriously started to change my plans for tonight and go with him.
“I’ll be home late,” he said. “Have your phone available so I can reach you.”
“Have yours available too, but this time, see if you can answer it instead of somebody else.”
Honey ignored my comment. He leaned in to give me a kiss then left.
I waited until I saw him pull out of the driveway before I went upstairs to get ready for my date with Eric. After my shower, I put on a mustard color stretch dress that cut above my knees. Adding gold to my fit, I wrapped a thick belt around my waist and slid into my strappy gold, five-inch heels.
The softness of the stretch dress felt good against my skin and it fit my curves perfectly. Without a bra or panties on, I felt sexy as ever. I added sweetness to me with Nicki’s perfume, and I left around six fifteen so I wouldn’t be late.
I arrived at Olive Garden early, but ten minutes later, Eric came through the door. He looked even better than he did earlier. This time he wore jeans, a jacket, and a T-shirt underneath. I could tell he was older than I was, probably older than Honey too.
Eric looked me over and smiled. He reached for my hand and put it on his chest.
“You feel that,” he said.
I laughed. “What? Your rapid heartbeat?”
“Yeah, but do you feel how fast it’s beating? It sped up when I saw you, and all I gotta say is damn you look good.”
I blushed and thanked Eric for the compliment. I told him how nice he looked too, and then we followed the hostess, who seated us at a table.
Minutes later, a waiter came to take the order for our drinks. Keeping it simple, I ordered a diet Coke, and Eric got lemonade. We were ready to indulge ourselves in a heavy conversation, to get to know each other, but when I looked up and saw Honey coming my way, my eyes grew wide.
Honey had a blank expression on his face. He approached the table, and without saying anything he pulled back a chair and sat in it.
“I don’t mean to interrupt, but somebody forgot to invite me to dinner. Has the waiter been over here yet?” he asked.
I was so stunned that I couldn’t say shit. Eric hadn’t said anything either. Honey, however, flagged down the waiter.
“I’ll need another menu, and you can get me a glass of ice water? I don’t see the breadsticks and salad either, so when you get time can you bring those too?” The waiter nodded. He started to walk away, but Honey grabbed his arm. “Wine,” he said. “We need some wine to celebrate. Bring us a bottle of the best thing you got.”
“Will do,” the waiter said with a forced smile. He could tell something wasn’t right, and so could a few other people who sat nearby.
Honey rubbed his hands then clinched them together on the table. “So,” he said, looking at Eric. “How long have you been fucking Karrine?”
Eric looked over at me and shrugged his shoulders. I hurried to speak up. “It ain’t even like that. He’s just a friend and I met him here for dinner. Besides, I thought you were goin’ to the casino?”
“I asked this nigga a question, not you. But since you opened your big ass mouth, I thought you were going out with Chyna? I guess that shit fell through, especially since Chyna just happens to be on her way to California to chill with yo’ Mama. The next time you want to include her in yo’ lies, you’d better check with her first.”
The waiter brought over three wine glasses, a bottle of wine and breadsticks. “The salad will be here shortly. May I pour the wine for you?”
Honey took the bottle from the waiter’s hand. “Naw, I got this. Thanks, now move on.”
The waiter forced another smile then walked away. Honey poured out three glasses of wine and lifted his glass. “Help yourselves, and drink up,” he said to me and Eric. “I don’t know what y’all want to drink to, but I’ma drink to yo’ lying ass, Karrine. May you take another minute or two to enjoy the breadsticks. After that, you got two minutes to get yo’ ass up from this table, or else I’ma knock the shit out of you for thinking it’s okay for you to have dinner with this nerdy-ass nigga. Going beyond that two minutes gon’ get a lot of people hurt, so think fast. The next few minutes are in your control.”
Honey tossed back the wine and reached for one of the breadsticks. He put it in his mouth and looked at his watch. I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked across the table at Eric, who I didn’t want to get involved in this shit. He remained calm.
“Maybe we can do this some other time,” he said. “Just call me later.”
“Smart man,” Honey said, turning to him. “But just so you know, there won’t be no later, right Karrine?”
Right then, the manager came over to the table, asking if everything was okay.
“Perfectly fine,” Honey said, standing up. “My bitch was just getting ready to wash her hands of this nigga, and if you would like to stay here and witness it, you can.”
“Bitch?” I said with a scrunched face. “Really?”
“Don’t act all brand new, ho, you heard me. Now get the fuck up and let’s go. You’ve wasted enough of my time with this bullshit.”
I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, Honey snatched me up from the table so quickly that the wine spilled on my dress. By now, everyone was looking and the manager asked us to leave. Eric stood up when Honey shoved me toward the door. I stumbled in my high heels and Honey walked up to Eric, standing face to face with him.
“You really shouldn’t be treating her like that,” he said to Honey. “That
shit is real disrespectful.”
“So muthafuckin’ what, nigga? What yo’ punk-ass gon’ do about it?”
Eric mean mugged Honey, who towered over him by a few inches.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Nothing. Now pay the goddamn bill and shut the fuck up. Don’t call Karrine again, and if you do, I’ma break every last one of your fingers off and shove them up yo’ ass.”
Honey walked away. He snatched my hand and pulled me out of the front door with him.
“Would you stop all of this?” I said, barely able to keep my balance because of his abrupt pace. He let go of my hand and walked up to his SUV.
“Get in the damn truck,” he ordered.
I halted my steps and didn’t move. Honey narrowed his eyes and sucked his teeth. “Karrine, don’t make me hurt you. I said get in the truck. Don’t make me say that shit again.”
So many people were already looking, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself anymore. Plus, I had a feeling that the police would be coming soon, so the quicker we got away from this scene the better.
I got into Honey’s truck with him and he sped off the parking lot. For whatever reason, he seemed calmer. “So, what’s up with you and that nigga? And don’t lie to me, Karrine, because I’ve been following yo’ ass.”
“If you’ve been followin’ me then you know that ain’t nothin’ up with us. I just met him today, and I accepted his dinner offer.”
“Yeah, and you were about to accept his offer for something else, too. It’s bad enough you running out to dinner and lying to me about that shit, but why you ain’t got no bra or panties on? Yo’ ass was thinking about fucking that nigga, weren’t you?”
I didn’t say a word, because I didn’t want to get caught in another lie. I probably would’ve given up the goodies tonight, only because I was ready to try something different.
“Answer my question, Karrine. Was you gon’ fuck that nigga or not?”
“I don’t want to say, because I don’t know what would’ve happened. And why are you so worried about me, when you out here fuckin’ whoever the hell you want to. I’m not feeling how this shit is goin’ down, and what’s good for you will be good for me too.”
Honey pulled over to the curb and slammed on the brakes. He got out of his truck and walked over to passenger’s side. After he pulled the door open, he unzipped his pants but left them hanging off his ass. He pulled his hard dick out then turned me around to face him. While touching my hips, he tried lifting my dress up.
“I’ll show you what’s good for you. And it’s the only thing that’s good for you, nothing or no one else is.”
“No,” I said, pushing his chest back and trying to keep my legs shut. “This is not the only damn thing good for me. Do you really think your dick got what it takes to solve all of our problems?”
Honey struggled to pry my legs apart, and when I could no longer hold off his pressure, my legs opened. He lifted my dress over my ass and held my hips. He scooted me in closer to him and forced his dick inside of me.
“I didn’t know we had any problems, and since you don’t open yo’ mouth to tell me about them, how am I supposed to know that you’re not happy with the way things are? You gotta open yo’ mouth and tell me what’s up, ma. Stop leaving me to assume shit, because I be assuming that shit is all good with us. Not perfect, but good enough. Lastly, the only reason I called you those names at the restaurant was because I wanted to upset that nigga. I wanted to know if he would put me in my place for disrespecting you, but you saw that weak nigga didn’t do shit, didn’t you? You don’t want no punk-ass fool like that, do you? You know I would never let a muthafucka talk to you like that, and if he said that shit to you around me, that nigga would be dead right now.”
I wasn’t sure what Honey was trying to prove, but he leaned in further, causing me to fall back on my elbows. He rocked my pussy well and had me wrapping my legs around his back, enjoying the ride. Maybe I hadn’t told him how I was really feeling about our relationship. The reason why was because I figured it wouldn’t matter. I doubted that Honey would change who he was, and the only question that needed to be answered was if I would deal with his ways. Right now, I was dealing with it. I was dealing with his satisfying dick that was tearing my insides up. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled on his locs as our bodies rocked together. Several cars drove by—some slowing down to take a peek, others blowing their horns at us. We didn’t care who was watching, and this moment was all about us.
“Promise me that you won’t ever call that nigga again. Your word is bond, Karrine, so don’t say it unless you mean it.”
I didn’t hesitate. “Why do I need him when I got you? All of you, and that’s already more than I can handle.”
“You damn right it is.”
Honey and I finished up. Afterward, we went to the casino where I watched him blow twenty-five thousand dollars within an hour. Several hours after that he was only down by ten, and by the time the night was over, he was up by seven.
As I sat on his lap, I dabbed the sweat from his forehead with a napkin. “Whew. I was almost worried for a minute there. Glad you made a comeback,” I said.
“I always do,” he boasted. “And that’s what happens when you stick with a real winner. Remember that.”
Honey winked and got back to his game.
* * *
Over the next few weeks, things were going okay. Shania had been home for two weeks, then she was right back with Mama. Honey and I had been coping, and we were always on our best behavior when Shania was at home. We also had a long talk, and I laid everything on the line for him. He could no longer say he didn’t know how I felt, because I had told him.
I told him how I wanted . . . needed some things to change. All he’d said was that over time things would get better, and that I had to understand his priority was business. Somewhere after the business thing, I and Shania fell in. But the truth was, I wasn’t happy about that. I knew he was in deep with Mama, but a huge part of me wanted Honey to let that shit go. His life was always at risk, and he had definitely been living on the edge. He was still coming and going as he pleased, and when I faced reality, Honey was still being Honey. So for now, I was content. Content, but not complacent because I had been talking to Eric. While Honey was gone, Eric and I spent hours and hours on the phone talking. I’d gotten to know more about him and I liked his style. I liked how he made me laugh, and I appreciated his compliments. I apologized to him about what had happened during dinner, and while Honey was in Cali with Mama and Shania, Eric invited me to his place.
At first, I was reluctant to go. Then I’d thought about the hold Honey still had on me and decided what the hell? Honey had already made me turn down the customer service position Desmon had offered to me, and Honey’s reason was that it didn’t make sense for me to work a nine-to-five job when I had access to all the money I needed. Chyna was so mad at me for not accepting the position. She said I had wasted her time, so she wasn’t speaking to me. I understood that she was upset, but her worries should have been on that married man she was fucking with, not me.
I dolled myself up in tight jeans, heels, and a sleeveless, silk shirt that plumped up my breasts and made them appear rounder. Before going to Eric’s house, I called Honey just to be 100 percent sure that he was still in Cali. He said he was, but when I asked to speak to Mama, he told me that her, Trice, and Shania were at the grocery store. Once we ended our call, I called Mama just to be sure. Her voice mail came on. I left her a message, telling her to call me back soon then I went to Eric’s crib.
Eric’s loft was laid the fuck out. The moment he opened the door, my eyes started to wander. The open space was humongous and the whole place was decked out with contemporary furniture.
Over the past several weeks we had gotten comfortable with each other. He told me that he worked from home and had an online booming business where he sold certain products to make a profit. On the tour through his loft, he showed me his offi
ce that was in a closed-off room, and the other spacious room he showed me was his bedroom. It was surrounded by large windows that overlooked downtown Chicago. Everything was real tidy and clean, and I was impressed by how well Eric seemed to have it going on.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked as I sat on the cream colored leather sofa.
“I could use somethin’ a little strong,” I said. “If you got it.”
“Coming right up.”
Eric whipped up two drinks in the kitchen then brought them over to the table. He gave me my drink, and after one sip, I gagged.
“Wha . . . what in the hell did you put in there?” I asked.
“A mixture of everything,” Eric admitted. “You told me to make it strong, so I did.”
“No doubt about that.” I laughed then took another sip.
Within the hour, Eric and I both were fucked up. We found ourselves ripping each other’s clothes off and grinding against each other, right outside of the door that led to his bedroom. I reached down to grab his package, just to make sure it was suitable. It was. I appreciated the length, as well as the thickness of it.
“Let’s go into the bedroom,” Eric suggested in a whisper, between our sloppy kisses. I followed him to his bedroom, and as I dropped back on his bed with no clothes on and opened my legs, he put a condom on and got on top of me. He positioned my legs over his shoulders, but as he broke into my pussy, a flash of Honey appeared before me. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. After all of Eric’s hard efforts to make me cum, I just couldn’t go there. Somewhere within the hour, my pussy had dried up and Eric’s deep thrusts began to feel painful.
I wasn’t sure if he had noticed how dry I was or not, but when he pulled out of me and started to suck my pussy, that was when I finally released an orgasm. It wasn’t much to brag about. I added a little something extra to it, just so he wouldn’t feel as though I wasn’t pleased.
“Your pussy tastes so sweet and good,” he said, licking across his wet lips. “How I wish that you were mine. You gon’ be mine, aren’t you?”
