Best Dressed Lie (Keisha Jackson)

by Batiste, Kimberly

  BEST DRESSED LIE

  KIMBERLY BATISTE

  Kimberly Batiste This novel is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are the product ofthe author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2012 by Kimberly Batiste

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be replicating in any form or by any means whatsoever.

  Published By: ARGELE BOOKS

  Acknowledgements

  I would like to acknowledge you, the reader, who took the time to purchase and read my book. I appreciate your love and support. To all of my family and close friends I love you so much. Thanks for always speaking positively about me. Finally yet importantly, my two beautiful daughters, I wake up for you, I breathe for you. You inspire me every day. You are a precious gift from god. Mommy loves you!

  INTRODUCTION

  “Is Keisha home?”

  “Nope, she’s at work. How did you get here, walk? “The Bus silly,” she said.

  Suddenly there was an awkward silence between the two of them. “Are you going to stand in the doorway or come in?” he asked seductively, standing in the doorway shirtless. His body tatted up like a subway in Harlem and his smooth, chocolate, masculine arms were hypnotizing.

  “Are you insane? Keisha has a key, or have you forgotten,” she spoke softly, spellbound by his physique.

  “Look, don’t worry about Keisha, she’s at work. Don’t act like this is your first time doing this,” he said, tugging at her hands. She eased her way inside the house. Her white, formfitting dress hugged her voluptuous body. She had a body like J-Lo; plump, round and firm. Her long natural hair, bounced near her shoulders. She had hazel brown eyes that bloomed against her Carmel skin.

  He pulled her closer to him, sniffing her neck. “Hmmmm, you smell good. What are you wearing, Victoria’s Secret?” not giving her time to speak he whispered in her ear, “For ole time sake, let’s get naked in bed and cuddle.”

  She grinned. “This love affair is some regular shit,” she said, indisputably. “I’ll come in only for a few minutes, I have somewhere to be.” They made their way to the bedroom, stripped and climbed in bed, butt naked. “You got me sweating,” he said gripping her firm, bare ass.

  She pushed his hands away. “Randy, I don’t want to do this anymore,” lying across his bare chest she waited for the perfect response.

  Lifting his head, eyeing her naked body, he asked, “What are you talking about?”

  “Us,” she answered quickly but flatly, fluttering her finger at the both of them.

  “I need a little more time,” he explained. “Once she’s financially stable, I’m leaving. I promise this time,” he said, as he kissed her forehead, rubbing her back.

  “You’ve been saying this for the past two years. You keep talking about her financial situation. What does that have to do with me?”

  “Two years?” he said, confused. “I don’t recall sleeping around for two years. Now if you said two years on and off, that would make more sense to me. As far as her financial situation, no need to be concerned. All you need to do is trust me. Don’t worry; I got this,” he said, persuasively.

  “Unbelievable. Now you have amnesia. We’ve been sleeping around almost three year’s straight, to be exact!” she said, angrily. “All I want is for us to be together. Can you give me that?”

  He lay there in silence staring at the ceiling.

  Not getting the response she longed for, she became agitated. “How much longer do I have to put up with this?” she said as her eyes teared up. “Randy you promised me!”

  “Please, don’t start all that whining,” he yelled, swaying his hand at her. “Every time we’re alone you bring up nonsense, that’s one of the reasons I try to avoid you at times. You knew what you were getting yourself into before we started this. I told you from day one that she and I have been together for ten years. I promised her I’d help with her financial situation and I plan to keep my promise. I just can’t up and leave like that; I’ve told you this countless times.”

  “Please, refresh my memory,” she said, folding her arms. “The only thing you ever told me is the fact that you’re not happy with her, and the depressing story about her being detached from her sister at birth. Honestly, if she weren’t so busy trying to keep up with the Joneses and biting off more than she can chew, you would not be in the situation you are in with her irresponsible ass! Her problems should not be yours; you are not married to her.”

  He said in an aggravated tone, “Do you listen? Huh? Whether we’re married or not, I love her. She is and will be my future wife, so shut up with the complaining and accept it! Please stop complaining all the time, it’s getting annoying.”

  “I couldn’t care less about her and how you feel about her! I’m focusing on us, you and me!” she said, obsessively, pointing her finger. “Furthermore, you will never marry her. I won’t let that happen!”

  “Apparently, you don’t comprehend very well, but for the last time, Keisha is my woman, Point, blank, period! She will always come first. So, you either accept it or you can walk away!” he said heatedly, sliding her off him.

  He sat up on the edge of the bed irritably, holding his head down. “Wow!” she said sarcastically. It felt like he pulled a knife through her heart. “She comes first huh? Well, Mr. Randy, Mr. ‘I love you,’ ‘I want to build a life with you.’ I have one simple question, why are we doing this. Why did you invite me in, Randy?”

  “You’re right. Why are we doing this?” he yelled, looking over his shoulder at her. “I don’t need all of this stress and to be honest, I do not need you. I thought I was doing you a favor. You are the one who came to me. I should have left you in that hole-in-the-wall you came from.”

  “Are you serious? How in the hell are you are doing me a favor? We both came from that hole-in the wall! Did you forget? You know what? Screw you Randy!” she said in a high-pitched tone. “Guess what lover boy? I’m pregnant and I’m keeping it! Now do me a favor and tell your future wife that!” she jumped up and gathered her things.

  His heart dropped. “Yeah, get your shit! It’s time for you to get the hell out of here!” he said, furiously. “If you’re pregnant, you’re not fucking up my life with this baby. You need to take care of this situation. How much do you need?”

  His words ripped her heart out of her chest. “Wow! How much do I need?” she cried. “I hate you!” Tears were rolling down her face. She stood over him. Her eyes were blood shot red with tears gushing down her face.

  He stared at her with a hateful look. “It’s over. Get the fuck outta here. Do you need me to call your cab? You really got life messed up if you think I’m going to let you ruin what I have with Keisha.”

  Reality snuck in, she realized he wasn’t playing games this time, he wanted out. She only wanted a reaction from him to see how much he cared. She had to think of a plan, quick. “Baby please, wait. I am sorry. I didn’t mean to get upset,” she said in a desperate voice. “No matter how long it takes, I’m willing to wait.” She spoke softly, rubbing his back, “I’ll take care of the pregnancy. Randy, I love you. I would never do anything to hurt you.” Her heart was beating like a stampede.

  She crawled closer to him, gently hugging him from behind, pressing her face alongside his face and gliding her hands from the waist up.

  She always knew how to seduce him into staying with her. “Sometimes,” he explained, turning towards her, “I feel like you just don’t get it. I have been there for you, when no one was there. I am the one who saved you from your abusive ass boyfriend. You need to understand that I love b
oth of you. Yes, I love her more and I need for you to compromise, or we seriously need to end this shit right here, right now…”

  She interrupted, “I know you love me Randy, but this entire situation just doesn’t feel right anymore. What can I do for you to love me more? What makes her so much more special than me? You’ve told me countless times how disrespectful she is to you. What’s wrong with me? You had many opportunities to be with me after she left you twice. I want to be with you baby, please. I want her out of the picture, for good!”

  “Keisha has qualities you don’t have and you have qualities Keisha doesn’t have,” he said, vindictively. “I’m working on all that shit you mentioned. I need more time. Trust me,” he rubbed the side of her face.

  “Shhhhh,” she whispered, placing her index finger across his lips, indicating for him not to speak. She dimmed the lights, lit some candles, and turned on the best of R. Kelly. The vibe in the room was set.

  Randy leaned his face towards her placing the tip of his index finger under her chin. He pulled her closer. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

  His lips pressed on her top lip. Her moist tongue slipped through his lips. His hand cuffed the back of her head, pushing her forward, passionately forcing his tongue into her mouth. “I love you Randy,” she whispered in between kisses.

  Slowly leaning back, he dragged her voluptuous body on top of him, caressing her. They felt each other roughly, up and down. He gently spanked her, encouraging her to rub herself on him.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned.

  She spreads her legs arching her tattooed back. Her bottom titled in the air. Sliding his two middle fingers down the slippery crack of her ass, they landed inside her moist, wet, ready vagina. He fondled in and out making a pasty sound. “Aww yes baby,” She moaned louder as her cat clenched around his fingers. “Faster,” she whispered.

  Rolling on top of her, he flipped her onto her back. He aggressively tugged her waist lifting her body, landing her in the middle of the bed.

  “Make love to me…” She spoke softly as he leaned in for a taste of her wet cat.

  He slowly pulled her crotch-less leopard print thongs down; flipping her over again. This time she was face down. She lifted her sexy ass into position, begging for more spanking. She was ready.

  “Harder,” she moaned as his hand slapped her plump derriere. He kneeled behind her. On his knees with this vision in front of him, his mouth watered seeing her wet, tight flesh in his face. “Keep it right there,” he whispered. Spreading her shaved lips he massaged his tongue inside her, like ocean waves. “Yesssss” she groaned, softly.

  Licking, teasing and tasting her, she moaned with anticipation. Her clit throbbed like a rapid heartbeat, craving his long, dark pole. “You want this,” he said softly, poking her glossy cherry in and out with his extended tongue.

  Watching his sweat dripping on her body, his penis stood at attention, hard as rock. “Stick it in,” she begged softly, looking back. All she saw were his eyes and tatted masculine arms.

  He slowly slipped his tongue out of her aroused genitals, still spanking her butt cheeks. The stinging turned her on more.

  “Ohhh baby,” she moaned.

  He lifted his engorged utensil on top of backside gently patting it for her to feel. He slipped the tip of his condom-less penis inside her vertical lips. He moved the tip in and out slowly. “Let me taste it,” she said.

  Spanking the left side of her buttock, he pulled out of her and flopped onto the bed on his back. He signaled her to lip lock his cock. His legs were hanging off the bed.

  “Make me feel good baby,” he moaned softly, closing his eyes. She knelt down between his legs, her ass nearly touching the hard wooden floor. Aggressively, she tugged his penis, slowly stroking it up and down before inserting it between her lips.

  Her cold tongue absorbed around the tip of his penis, sliding down slowly. His rod eased its way down her throat. His legs started to tremble uncontrollably. “Feel so good,” he whispered.

  He caressed the top of her head, pushing upward and downward in a fast rhythm. Her lips had a firm, tight grip, sucking hard. The popping sound of her lips on his cock drove him insane. He breathed feverishly, “Faster! Oh yes baby, I’m about to cum baby!”

  Just as he felt the ecstasy of ejaculation pumping through him, the garage door opens.

  “Shit! Get up!” he freaked out, pulling his pants up. “Kayla, you got to run out the back door!” She was naked, stumbling over the mess laid out on the floor.

  “You have got to be kidding me, Randy! Can I at least get dressed?” They were rushing and bumping into each other. He was scared out of his mind and she was hoping his girl would catch them.

  “Here,” he said panicking, handing her two-hundred dollars. “It’s a gas station at the end of the street. Give that address to your cab driver and I’ll call you later!”

  She snatched the money and whispered, “It’s over!” She slipped through the back door as the keys unlocked the front door.

  ONE 2 weeks later

  As I entered the front door, I heard Randy rambling. He was pacing back and forth in the kitchen, gazing at the digital clock on the stove. “I’m so sick and tired of this late shit. You know I have somewhere to be.”

  “Tired of what?” I snapped, slamming the keys down on the glass dining room table.

  “I know damn well it don’t take two hours to get home Keisha!” he yelled. “Where the hell have you been? Did it ever occur to you that I need my damn car?”

  “I’m not even in the door and you’re already complaining,” I said. “If you got a problem with how long it takes me to get home, then get your lazy behind up at seven-thirty in the morning and take me to work, goddamn it!”

  “Excuses, excuses,” he said unpersuasively. “I’m getting tired of the same old, lame ass excuse!”

  “Whatever,” I said flinging my hand toward his face palm up. “If you’re not happy with it then leave! Shit, do me a favor.”

  “Leave?” he said, suspicious. He started stamping his feet on the hard wooden floor, “This is my house, and I pay the goddamn mortgage on this right here! Your name is not listed anywhere on this lease!”

  “You sound so ignorant.” I chuckled. “Leases are for renters not buyers, asshole.”

  “Ignorant? Let me guess, you repeating terminology from your new boyfriend, I don’t recall ever hearing you use that word in my house.” he said, sarcastically. “You think I didn’t notice that tight ass skirts you wore to work the other day? In fact, every other week, you’re wearing something new. Where are you getting money? Last time we had a conversation about bread, you claim you were saving up to get out of debt!”

  Darn it, I thought, I forgot to leave my shopping bags in the trunk of the car. Every little penny I earned he felt I should pay a damn bill just because he was providing a roof over my head. I decided to hurry and change the subject because the topic of money was a whole other argument.

  “Listen, I’m not sleeping around on you, okay!” I said, angrily. “Just because I work with men doesn’t mean I’m screwing them, stop being so paranoid!”

  Typical Randy always turned an argument into accusations of me cheating. We were bickering about every little thing for the past three weeks. We argued, and then we make up. We never discussed and solved what the argument was about in the first place. He thought he had me right where he wanted me, but I was on to his reverse psychology.

  Two weeks ago, one of his coworkers invited him to a going away party. The festivities expected to end around ten o’clock. He had the audacity to tumble his ass into the house at two in the morning. He didn’t ease his way into the sheets and cuddle with me like he normally would, instead he went straight to the shower. I raised out of the bed like Jason from Friday the Thirteenth.

  That entire night my intuition was telling me, he was up to no good. I tried to ignore it, but that gut feeling was getting the best of me. It was not the first time, but I wanted it to be the l
ast. I never succeeded in getting the truth out of Randy in the past, so I decided to do things differently. Before confronting him, I needed proof. I made a decision to hack his passcode on his cell phone.

  Lately, he had it attached to his side, but that night he slipped. I logged into the phone and found several naked pictures of some random chic’s body with no face. I was devastated. I was keeping this evidence from Randy for nearly three weeks. It was very hard for me to keep my mouth shut.

  I was trying to hold out as long as I could; at least until I gathered enough information to catch his ass. I knew that if I riled Randy, he would manipulate the evidence and take it to a whole ‘nother level and I did not feel like dealing with the aftermath.

  “Keisha,” he said, walking towards me aggressively, “I’m trying my hardest to make this relationship work. Every time I turn around, you make these accusations; the same stupid shit that your single-ass friends put in your head. I guess they will be happy when you are lonely and miserable like they are. You are too blind to see that though.”

  “Ha,” I giggled, folding my arms. “Negro, you should’ve tried your hardest before you cheated on me! Yes, you’ve been very paranoid and I know exactly why. I saw the pictures in your phone, Randy.”

  I know I promised myself not to say shit about the damn pictures, but I was sick and tired of him throwing my friends’ up in my face. I was tired of the bickering. Hell, I was just tired of his ass altogether. Whether he knew it or not, I had a mind of my own and I did not need my friends’ opinions to determine if he was cheating or not.

  “Pictures?” he asked. He was clueless. “What pictures?”

  “Who is she?” I yelled.

  He was so pissed at the fact that I went through his phone, he flipped the conversation on me. “Every time I call your cell phone,” he said, trying to hurry and change the subject, “You never answer it. You call me back three seconds later, as if you didn’t hear the damn phone ring. On top of that, you’ve been coming home from work late every damn day.”