by Chunichi
This new drama gave me an extra boost of energy. Now I was even more determined to get some sort of legit business going. I dialed Jewel’s number, this time to let her know she won. I was laying my flag down. I couldn’t handle this bullshit no more. There were plenty of bitches out there happy to be my girl. But when I called, I got a recording stating her number was no longer in service. Jewel had changed her number on me. It was at that point I realized she was serious. There was no turning back for either of us. Now I would have to fight her for custody of my child.
I dug through the boxes and found some clothes to last me a few days. I checked in a hotel, got a quick shower, then took a little nap.
After my rest, I was rejuvenated, so I hit a local lounge I used to frequent named Mo Dean’s. My episode earlier had me wanting to take out some aggression on some pussy. A halo of smoke greeted me at the door. There were a couple of guys playing pool, but the majority of the people seemed to be watching the game on the flat-screen televisions placed throughout the bar. It was a big playoff game on, and the place was packed with screaming fans. I really wasn’t in the mood for a large crowd, but I wasn’t about to sit up in a hotel room thinking about all the fucked-up things that had happened in the past few days.
I found a seat in the corner and began to watch the game as I waited for a waitress to come over and take my drink order. Out of the corner of my right eye, I noticed a cutie named Diana I had dealt with in the past. She was heading over in my direction. My dick got hard almost instantly as I thought back to the good times I had with her. She was a freak in bed, and because of it she was given the nickname Dirty Diana.
“A Grey Goose on the rocks,” she said as soon as she walked up.
“So you remember, huh?” I laughed. Back in the day when I used to frequent this bar, that was my drink, and Diana was my favorite waitress.
“That’s not all I remember. You know I ain’t working tonight.” Diana grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs.
Damn! Some things never change, I thought. Dirty Diana was still the freak I’d fucked over a year ago.
I said straight up, “It’s been a long time. You gonna give me some of that?” There was no need trying to be a gentleman with this bitch.
“Follow me,” she instructed, motioning with her finger.
She led me to the bathroom hardly anyone uses in the back. As soon as we entered the stall, Diana began unbuttoning her blouse. With her shirt and bra completely open, she started massaging my dick back and forth with her hands.
“Damn, girl! I like that.”
“Come take this pussy, it’s yours,” she said while placing my hand in her pants.
“I could get into that, but first, you know what I like,” I said caressing her face.
“All you had to do was say the word,” Diana replied unbuttoning my jeans and letting down the zipper.
That’s what I loved about Diana. She got down to the business, with no questions asked. It took this girl no time to whip my dick out and put it into her mouth. She didn’t start slow but worked right into deep-throating it. My eyes were rolling in the back of my head. Then Diana jerked me off while sucking my balls. A minute later she went right back to the deep throat. I had to admit, this girl gave the best head of all time.
She suddenly stopped, knowing I was close to coming. “It’s time for some pussy,” she whispered in my ear.
“We got plenty of time for that when I take you home. Diana, come on now, finish sucking me off. You the best,” I said, motioning for her head to come to my dick.
When I came, that girl swallowed every drop. She drained me to the point where I couldn’t move. After that I definitely needed a drink. We headed back to the table, and I ordered a Rémy straight.
Chapter 19
Lisa
“Sweet, Sweet Revenge”
Getting revenge on Touch was becoming more like a job. My drive for revenge had turned into damn near stalking him. I considered installing a surveillance camera in the kitchen and the living room of his house when I beat his ass, but I figured it was too risky. I’d spent days driving past his house and sometimes waiting for hours for him to arrive. But I still couldn’t get down a system as to his schedule. He never seemed to stick to a pattern. I did notice that before getting out of the car, he made sure his gun was in his hand and cocked. I wasn’t taking no chances with that. I knew I would surely end up dead if I tried to ambush him as he arrived home.
For one night I had decided to take a night off and focus on me. It was time I got my mind off Touch and moved on to the next man. I knew I couldn’t stalk him forever, but I was having so much fun doing it, I didn’t really want to stop just yet. I’d already dedicated too much of my life to Touch, so what was a few more days. I was there before Jewel, dealing with the baby momma drama and all his bullshit. Then we broke up, and he came back, and I accepted him, and we ended up in court. I guess I should have followed the rule, “Never go back.” Well, it was definitely time to move forward, and I wanted and needed some positive attention from a man.
A quick trip to MacArthur Center led me to a BeBe dress with a one-hundred-and-sixty-five-dollar price tag. The original price was two hundred, but my girl who worked there let me use her employee discount. This dress was definitely going to get me the attention I was so craving. It had been weeks since I rode a dick or hung out with my girls, and I was looking forward to doing both.
When I got home I grabbed a bite to eat and relaxed a little before my big night. My relaxation turned into a nap. When I woke up, I took a quick glimpse at the clock. It was eleven o’clock. I was surely going to be late, since I was supposed to meet my girls in a half hour. Now they would get first dibs on all the fine brothers up in the bar.
“Damn it!” I yelled to no one particular.
I jumped up and rushed to the shower. I was planning to meet my girls at Mo Dean’s Restaurant and Lounge, a well-known spot in Norfolk where all the ballers hung out.
By twelve I was pulling up in the parking lot. I rushed inside the bar to meet my girls, who were already there waiting on me. I found them right away parked at a prime table where all could see them. I greeted everyone and grabbed a seat. I hadn’t been sitting five minutes before the waitress walked up.
“Excuse me,” the waitress said to me.
“Yes,” I replied a little annoyed that I barely had time to settle in and she was already hounding me for my order.
“Here is an apple martini. The gentleman at the bar ordered it for you,” she said as she pointed him out. “This is also for you.” She handed me a napkin.
I noticed the gentleman’s number was written on the elaborate napkin the waitress had just given me. “Thank you,” I said smiling. I felt a little stupid for getting an attitude with the waitress.
I then turned to my girls and said, “I guess the expensive-ass dress was worth it!”
“Heeeyyyy,” we all said as we toasted to one another.
My girls, Candi and Sharon, were hyped up. I was the first one to get some action from a man that night, and I’d only been in the spot for a few minutes. This man favored the singer and actor, Tyrese. I wasn’t going to waste any time heading in his direction. Judging by the mischief in his eyes, I knew this was gonna be a good night, and I was eager to get it started.
“Oh shit,” Candi blurted out after I got up out of my seat.
“What, bitch?” I asked in a panic, wondering if I had come on my period and had a big blood spot on my ass.
“Look.” Candi pointed to a corner in the bar.
I turned to look where Candi was pointing. Touch was sitting at a table in the corner, and some new bitch was with him. My stomach turned, and my mood changed almost instantly. I thought he’d left me for his soon-to-be baby mother, Jewel. I about near had a conniption fit. The one night I tried to get away from this nigga, he showed up in the same spot I was at. All I wanted tonight was a good time with some big-dick baller, and now Touch had to go and ruin
that shit. I just shook my head as I stared daggers at him.
“Lisa, just ignore him. It’s all about us having fun,” Sharon reminded me, trying her best to get me focused.
“Yeah, you’re right.” I nodded. At least in my head I knew she was right, but my heart was elsewhere.
I started walking over to the Tyrese look-alike, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to make a slight detour and walk over to where Touch was sitting instead. He didn’t notice me as I walked up because he was too busy spouting his stupid game, but I was definitely about to make my presence known.
“What up, whore?” I said, startling him.
Touch looked up at me. “Lisa, don’t start your bullshit tonight. I’m not in the mood.” He shook his head.
I said to the woman that sat beside him, “And you are?”
“Diana.” She rolled her neck and stood up in my face.
“Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Lisa. I just would like to let you know, Diana, that Touch beat me, stole my car, and ate up my ice cream. You’re a pretty girl. Find someone else and get rid of this trash in your life.”
Truly, she wasn’t that cute, but anybody could’ve done better than Touch.
Touch got between me and Diana. “Get the fuck out of here!” he screamed.
“Still the same bullshit with you, Touch. I feel like this is déjà vu. This is the same shit that happened the last time we hooked up in the bar. I don’t need drama in my life. You know how to find me when you’re drama free. I’m just looking for a good time, drama free. Peace.” Diana threw him deuces as she walked off.
Touch turned over the table and put his fist in the air as though he was gonna hit me. The bar went completely silent, except for the sound of the televisions.
“Hit me, so I can haul your ass back to jail,” I proclaimed. I was scared as hell and didn’t want another busted nose, but I refused to punk down to him, especially since I knew the entire bar was watching.
We stood face to face with Touch’s fist raised for what seemed like forever. Touch finally lowered his fist when he realized there were witnesses. Instead of hitting me, he spat in my face. With my finger, I wiped the spit off my face and smeared it on his. Touch was enraged. I had just humiliated his ass in front of the whole bar. I was sure this would take him over the edge. I thought I was about to get an ass-whipping of a lifetime.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I waited for the impact of his fist coming across my face. As I heard him growl, I braced my body for the impending impact of fist on face. Then I heard a crash that wasn’t bone against bone. I opened one eye to see Touch had punched a hole in the wall. I opened my other eye as he pushed his way through the crowd.
“Fuck you, Lisa!” he yelled as he went through the barroom door.
I rolled my eyes and acted like it was no big deal, but truthfully I was scared. Relieved to have my face intact and needing to regain composure, I immediately headed to the bathroom. While there, I not only washed my face, but I got prepared for all the strange looks I was about to receive when I walked back out. I fixed my hair and makeup, sprayed on some perfume, looked myself in the eyes, and gave myself a pep talk. Holding my head high and poking out my breasts, I strutted out the bathroom like I was walking in a high-end fashion show.
I was surprised at the reaction of everyone at the bar. I didn’t notice any strange looks. Most people either avoided eye contact, while some of the girls gave me a pat on my back and said, “You go, girl.”
“Stand up for yourself.”
“You a bad bitch.”
As soon as I walked back to the table, Candi said, “Damn, bitch! You crazy!”
“O-M-G, Lisa!” Sharon chimed in. “I can’t believe you did that.”
My girls wouldn’t shut up about how I’d handled Touch. In fact, it was the topic of discussion for the rest of the night.
Deep inside I was ashamed of my actions. I was never that “psycho bitch” kind of girl, but something about Touch just took me there. It was like he added fuel to my fire. His nonchalance toward me and his selfish attitude had me doing things way out of character. Things could have been different, if only he had just given me a genuine sorry for what he had done to me. Then it would have been so much easier for me to just walk away. But no, his dumb ass couldn’t see that he used me and didn’t have feelings for me at all. He was freeloading off my ass and spending all my hard-earned money. Then he goes and lays hands on me! I mean, really? Who does that?
To make matters worse, he was already involved with another woman and lied about it. He had the nerve to treat me as if I had known there was another chick in the picture from the beginning. We all know if that was the case and I was truly made aware of Jewel, he would have never gotten my pussy. I had never played the number two role.
The rest of the night was spent bitching about men. Each of my girls had their own horror stories to tell. Each of their stories always ended up saying that they wished they had the balls to do what I had done. While they were telling their stories I was in my own world. After my run-in with Touch, I had a feeling that our relationship wasn’t going to end pretty. Touch was pissed off, and I wasn’t about to give up fucking with him. Something had to give, and I was afraid one of us would end up dead.
Chapter 20
Misty
“Sweet Seduction”
I stopped washing dishes and dried my hands when my cell phone rang. It was Jewel calling. I desperately wanted to answer, but part of me wanted to send her to voice mail. I figured playing some games might make her want me more. I’d been on an emotional roller coaster as of late, and my feelings for her were consuming me. I gave in to my desire for her.
“Hey,” I answered.
“I did it,” she stated immediately.
“Did what?” I asked.
“I left Touch. I finally got the nerve to do it. I’ve been with him for so many years, it was hard to break away.”
I could tell Jewel was trying to hold back the tears. And I certainly was hoping she was able to do so, because I didn’t want her to shed one damn tear over Touch. He wasn’t worth it. Although I didn’t hear crying, I could still hear the pain in her voice. It broke my heart to hear it, and all I wanted to do was reach through that phone and hold her.
“Jewel, I know it was hard, but I’m proud of you for realizing that you deserve so much better.”
“I moved everything out of the house and put it up for sale. It was difficult packing most of the belongings I could travel with in my car and putting the rest in storage, but I knew I had to do it. The realtor agreed to call me first thing if she had an offer on the table for me. The money from the sale of the house will help me finance a new beginning for myself. And you’re not gonna believe this. I talked to my attorney and signed a statement telling them all about Touch and the business. They’re granting me immunity for my testimony. That was the most difficult decision I’d ever had to make in my life, but it was necessary.”
“That was very brave of you, but like you said, it was necessary. In order to move forward, you have to let go of the past,” I said.
“You’re right. I’m tired of looking in the past. Now, I’m definitely looking forward to the future,” Jewel said, sounding upbeat for the first time in our conversation.
“Now that’s the confidence I like to hear! So what’s the plan?” I inquired.
“Well, my best buddy Shakira and her daughter couldn’t be happier knowing I am going to be staying with them for a while. Then as soon as the house is sold, I’m going to look for my own apartment. In the meantime, I’ll be looking for a legit way to make some cash.”
“Damn! Sounds like you got it all mapped out. So here’s another question for you that doesn’t require as much planning. What are your plans for tonight?”
“Not much. I’m heading to Shakira’s now. Probably get something to eat and then decompress after my stressful day.”
“Well, before you head in that d
irection, would you like to come by for a few drinks and unwind? You can decompress over here. I’ll cook you some dinner, and we can hang out a bit.”
“Sure,” Jewel said right away, surprising me.
“I’m near Crystal City. When we hang up, I’ll text you the address. You just let your GPS do the rest.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you in a little while,” she said.
I quickly ran around my place tidying up. I wanted it to look perfect for Jewel. I was so excited that she had agreed to come over and spend some time with me. I lit scented candles, started preparing the meal, and even had time to take a quick shower. Before I knew it, there was a knock at the door.
“Coming,” I yelled as I rushed toward the door. Before opening it I smoothed my hair, took a deep breath, and put a big smile on my face.
“Hi,” Jewel greeted me as the door opened. She seemed a little apprehensive and gave me this look as if I better not dare ask for a hug or touch her for that matter.
“Hey.” I acted like I didn’t notice her look and directed her to the living room area. “Have a seat.” I motioned to the sofa.
“Wow! This is really nice,” Jewel said, looking around.
“Thanks,” I replied as I headed to the kitchen. “You hungry? I haven’t eaten anything today.”
The aroma of stir fry filled the air. I knew one of Jewel’s favorite dishes was shrimp in garlic sauce, but all I had was chicken, so I improvised. I threw the chicken in a skillet.
