by Shontaiye
Noah listened attentively while Eve poured her heart out to him and expressed how she desired a meaningful relationship, particularly with him.
“Noah, how come you fuckin with me if you supposedly happy. Why don’t you leave her? I can give you so much more,” she expressed sincerely.
Inside, Noah cringed. Here she goes with this shit, he thought. He didn’t want to be rude and blow his buzz with the dumb talk so he responded the best way he knew how; with the half-truth.
“It’s not that I’m not happy. I don’t know what I’m doing. I just know that I fucks with you and want to enjoy us. Just play ya part and time will allow things to fall in place,” Noah lied. His words caused Eve to light up inside and remain hopeful that he would eventually leave Shaleea for her.
“Okay baby, but I can’t wait forever. You gotta get rid of her.”
“Enough about that aight. Why don’t you order sumn to eat, I’ma finish this blunt and then we can fuck and chill before I leave,” he stated, beginning to grow slightly irritated. He wanted to get off the subject entirely.
“Okay Noah.” Eve got up to do as she was told so their night could continue along smoothly.
Deep down she knew that she would have to eventually put her foot down with Noah. She wanted him to herself 100%, and she would do whatever it took to get him. She had never experienced this feeling called love before, but she was sure that was her diagnosis… She was in love with Noah.
She wanted him when she woke up in the morning and when she fell asleep at night. She loved his scent, his beard, his skin, pretty much everything about him. She was extremely jealous when he left to go home to Shaleea and envied the fact that he never said anything bad about her.
One day when he was in the shower, his phone rang. He had left it on the nightstand feeling comfortable since a password was needed to access it. Even though the passcode was on the phone, when the phone rang it still showed who was calling and allowed you to answer. She wanted to answer the phone so bad and make her presence felt but she didn’t want to run Noah off. She felt that once she had been around a little longer she would be able to go in her bag like she was known for. Eve could be very jealous, manipulative and irrational when her feelings became untamed, she just hadn’t gotten completely to that point yet. However, it was coming very soon.
When Noah’s phone had rang that night while he was in the shower, Eve had walked over to see who was calling and was stunned to see Shaleea’s face pop up as “Wifey.” Shaleea looked very pretty in the picture. She had her hair in curls and she was blowing a kiss with her mouth covered in a nude colored lip-gloss. She had beautiful dark skin and long eyelashes that adorned big brown eyes. That bitch aint all that, she told herself. Probably piled on some damn M.A.C foundation on her black ass and glued on some false lashes. Deep down Eve was hating. Now that she knew what Shaleea looked like she found herself feeling a sense of urgency to get Noah away from her. She would do whatever it took.
A couple hours later after they ate and had sex, fatigue overcame them and they both found themselves fast asleep. Noah eventually woke up hours later to the sound of his cellphone ringing repeatedly.
“What the fuck,” he asked out loud to no one in particular.
To his side Eve lay naked, sleeping peacefully. He glanced at the clock and nearly pissed himself. It was 5 am and Shaleea was calling his phone. His alarm had failed him.
He waited for it to stop and picked his phone up to see he had 20 missed calls. Fifteen from Shaleea, and the other five from Hakim and Mann. The first thing he did was call his two friends. He wanted to get his alibi straight since he knew Shaleea had probably already called them. He knew they didn’t answer the phone because it was an unspoken rule to never talk to another’s chick unless they had spoken to one another.
After he spoke to Hakim and Mann, he dialed Shaleea to face the music.
“Noah! What the fuck? Where the fuck are you? I was worried sick!” she frantically answered on the first ring.
“Yo. Leea. My fault. I met with Hakim early last night at the Clock Bar and had too much to drink. I passed out and when I woke up, I saw where you had called and what time it was.”
Half convinced, Shaleea asked, “So where did you stay? In your car?” She was glad he was ok but something in her heart said he was lying.
“Yeah I did, actually. This shit is crazy. Can’t believe I got that fucked up.”
He wasn’t going to say he stayed at Hakim’s since she could have easily called Nikka and checked. Nikka wasn’t going to lie for him, so he wasn’t going to do that to himself. He also didn’t want to say he stayed at Mann’s since Mann still lived at his grandmothers. That wouldn’t have made any sense either, being as though there wasn’t any room.
“Aight Noah, whatever, just bring ya ass home,” she demanded.
He knew she was pissed because she called him by his first name. She usually called him Pooh. He looked over at Eve and wanted to smack her ass awake.
“Yo,” he yelled, shaking her to wake her up.
“Yo! Eve!” he repeated.
“Huh,” she responded, while slowly waking up.
“Did you touch my fucking phone?” Noah asked visibly pissed, as he threw his crinkled clothes on without bothering to shower.
“It’s 5 am and I have no fuckin idea what the fuck I’m bout to walk into at home! I always set my alarm clock so this dumb shit won’t happen. So how the fuck all of a sudden my alarm don’t go off?”
“I didn’t touch ya damn phone. How I’m goin get in ya phone and you got a passcode on it? Besides fuck her, you might as well stay here with me. I go through that shit all the time when I have to wake up without you,” she responded bitterly, before lying back down. Truth was she didn’t give a fuck about what he was saying and was smiling inside.
“Yo! Just shut up, cuz you really starting to irk me with the dumb shit. I know you touched my phone. You trying to do some slick shit and all you gon do is play yaself. What the fuck you don’t understand about this situation? That’s my girl.”
Eve became inflamed, causing her slight Haitian accent to become more pronounced. “So why the fuck you sittin here lying to me all the time? You come ova and fuck me, and tell me bullshit like we gon be togetha. You said you were going to leave that beatch, so why you even worried bout how she feel?”
“Yo, I’m out,” Noah responded, with his fist balled at his sides. He wanted to knock her ass out but he didn’t just beat up on females without a good cause. She was out of line and she knew it. He never told her he was going to leave Shaleea, he just always danced around the question so she wouldn’t bitch. The only thing he wanted from Eve was for her keep her ass in the air, suck his dick, and shut her mouth. He didn’t give a fuck how she felt and he was pissed that he was allowing a raggedy bitch to affect his household. He decided this would be there final day together.
“Real talk, don’t fucking hit my phone shorty. You causing unnecessary problems and I don’t do problems. I never told you I was leaving my girl; you assumed. I told you to play ya position.”
“My position? What as ya side hoe?” she asked, before jumping up out of the bed.
“You acting like you don’t know what the fuck it is. I told you I had a girl. Stay in ya lane. And now I’m telling you, so we’re clear, I’m not leaving my shorty. I fucks with you, but if you can’t accept the arrangements, then don’t fucking call me.” Noah walked out the door angrily, while Eve yelled obscenities behind him.
In all actuality Eve had indeed touched his phone. Noah didn’t come over as often as she would like but when he did he received and made numerous calls. He never noticed but she would watch him discreetly and had eventually saw him put in his passcode. She was sure he would change it now, but it didn’t matter because she had already got what she needed, Shaleea’s phone number. She had no plans for it at the moment, but when the time came she would be sure to put it to good use.
ELEVEN
Sha
leea
Several weeks had passed and Shaleea hadn’t had any other issues with Noah. Ultimately she believed him when he said he fell asleep in his truck since she felt he wouldn’t purposely not come in. She let bygones be bygones and there life continued on as normal.
Today she was out in Center City shopping with Heaven and her mom for clothing. Later they planned to head to the grocery store to pick up items for their weekly Sunday dinner. She enjoyed spending time with her family. Her sisters, Shanita, Shameka, and Shyanne were all very close and spoke regularly through the week other than Sundays.
Shyanne was the youngest and had a seven year old son named Kyree. Shameka had two twin boys named Ja’Bari and Daymir. Her oldest sister Shanita had a boy and a girl, Tymay, and Dakota. Her sisters were the ones who were actually helping her get through school by babysitting Heaven. She felt indebted to them and never missed a chance to say how much she appreciated their help.
For that reason she was very generous with them when it came to helping them out. Although they worked, they were single parents and really had no additional financial support from their children’s fathers. They got along well with Noah, however, he wasn’t super fond of Shaleea handing out what he considered to be “his” money. Of course Shaleea didn’t see things the way he did, since her sisters often times never asked her for a thing; she would usually offer.
Shaleea was all about family, and she refused to let them go without, especially since she had the means to help. She would admit her sisters had some ghetto tendencies, however, they had her back and she knew that good or bad she could depend on them.
The shopping trip went by quickly. Shaleea ended up purchasing some additional summer pieces for Heaven even though the season was coming to an end. She also bought Noah some new underclothes and for herself, some new makeup along with a leather Ralph Lauren tote. She offered to pay for her mother’s things, however she refused profusely.
Gina was a very proud woman and felt letting Shaleea pay for her things was unnecessary, especially since she and Chris were financially secure. Shaleea loved that trait about her mom. She never used anyone and would work her fingers to the bone to keep from needing a damn thing. Because of this, Shaleea would often pop up with small gifts that were wrapped. Heaven would present them to her so there was no way she would refuse them.
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Dinner at Gina’s house was lovely. The ladies came together and put it down in the kitchen preparing a pineapple glazed ham, baked macaroni and cheese, collard greens seasoned with turkey butt, and sweet potato fluff. For desert, Shameka made her famous chewy, fudge brownies.
Noah showed up right before dinner, and now that it was over, was anxious to leave. Shaleea motioned for him to go over and talk to Chris who was in the living room watching the Phillies play on TV. Her sisters had left, so she used the opportunity to talk to her mom and help her clean up in the spacious kitchen that contained all stainless steel appliances. She told her about her plans of going back to the doctor the next day to confront her fertility issues.
“So mom, I’m going to Dr. Davis tomorrow so he can run some tests to try to see why I’m having fertility problems. Hopefully they can figure out what’s going on.”
“Oh that’s great. You want me to go with you?” Gina asked, offering her support.
“No. Noah’s going with me. The appointment is at three so I can handle everything at the laundromats. Monday’s are always hectic, and you know Noah never knows what’s going on. He barely can remember the employee’s names.”
Gina laughed. “Well that’s why he has you. But, call me as soon as you leave from the doctor. You know I’m with you. Whether you choose surgery or in vitro.”
“Okay Mommy.”
TWELVE
Eve
Eve walked through the Franklin Mills Mall searching for new clothing and accessories. She and Bianca were doing a private party that night for a group of white men. She usually did in-calls where clients would come to her room, however tonight would be an outcall. At first Eve was hesitant because she liked to be on her own turf and terms, but, the fee they offered was very attractive and ultimately lured her in.
After about an hour in the mall, she finally decided on a black string teddy with rhinestone detail. She also got some new sex toys from Spencer’s and a pair of black leather Jessica Simpson stilettos. She grabbed a slice of pizza from the food court and called her cab to go home. The party started at eight and it was already five, so she wanted to hurry to her room and get ready. She was desperate to smoke a blunt to get in the mood before she headed out. She picked up her phone and called Noah. To her dismay he didn’t answer. He hadn’t answered her calls since the night she turned off his alarm three weeks ago.
Truthfully the silent treatment from Noah was driving her crazy. She kept her lungs filled with smoke to stay calm and carry on. She missed him a great deal and she would give anything to speak to him. She had left dozens of voicemails and texts but he still hadn’t responded. She hoped that he would eventually pick up his phone and stop giving her such a hard time.
Three hours later, Eve stepped out the musky smelling, yellow cab and walked up the stone paved walkway of a modest home in Bensalem, a suburb right outside Philadelphia. She knocked on the door and within ten seconds a smiling middle age gentleman came to the door to let her in. He motioned for her to follow him into a back room that appeared to be a master bedroom. It was tastefully decorated with a king sized bed in the corner. Bianca was already there with a drink in her hand.
Eve dropped her bag on the bed so she could extract her toys she would use for the night. The men had asked for one hour and she didn’t have time to waste chatting and drinking. She wanted to do her job and get the hell out of there. They had already expressed they wanted anal and oral over the phone, so Eve began the night by seductively asking, “You boys ready?”
“Yeah baby, come suck on daddy’s cock,” the second gentleman drunkenly responded.
Eve was so glad she was high and she only had to deal with them for an hour. She preferred fucking younger black men and not old white men however, that was where the money was. The black guys always tried to cut corners when it was time to pay. Once they became regulars, they expected freebies, and that shit didn’t fly with her. She had to explain on multiple occasions that their relationships were strictly business and if they didn’t have any money, they had to get the fuck from around her. She didn’t have that problem with the white men. They were happy to pay.
While Eve worked one guy’s cock, Bianca worked the other. Twenty minutes later they were both bent over on the bed doggy style taking dick up their ass. The two men barely lasted five minutes in the girl’s tight assholes. Their work was done in no time, and it was time to vacate the premises.
That wasn’t too bad, Eve thought to herself, while she washed up in the bathroom’s double sink with Bianca by her side doing the same. When they walked out, they found their money lying on the table. As they were loading up their cash, they heard a loud boom. Things happened very quickly after that.
The front door had been kicked off the hinges and there were police swarming around them. The ladies screamed simultaneously out of shock. They tried their best to talk their way out of the situation, however, it was to no avail. In the end all she heard was, “You’re under arrest for prostitution,” before handcuffs were placed on her wrists. She dropped her head and the rest was a blur.
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Eve walked out of the Bensalem Township Police Department the following morning around 8am. She had been charged with prostitution, a misdemeanor in Pennsylvania. Unbeknownst to Eve, the man that owned the house had been under surveillance for over a month for patronizing prostitutes. Neighbors were becoming suspicious when they saw young girls coming in and out regularly. Police soon began to watch the house for possible illegal activity. Eve just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time as the drama unfolded. It came with her lifestyle.
Eve knew she would have to be very careful. She couldn’t afford to catch any more charges. Although she had never been arrested before, she knew others that had been prosecuted multiple times on that charge. That is simply what the world of prostitution entailed. However, it still just seemed surreal to her.
She contemplated her next move while she waited on the bus that would take her back to Roosevelt Blvd in Philly. Out of the $250 she made for that hour, the cops confiscated all but $2. They said for now it was considered illegally obtained, and they would need to keep it as evidence. They left her $2 to catch a bus to get back to where she was staying.
Eve was livid. Her work last night was essentially free. Stupid ass pigs, she thought. She was also upset with Bianca since they were her clients, however she put her feelings to the side because she know the situation was out of her control. They simply were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Bianca hadn’t made out as well as Eve. She had priors and was being held on a $10,000 bail. She was going to work on trying to get her out, but for now she would have to sit. They made money but they partied hard and blew all they spent. The most money she had in the tuck was around $500. She would need $1,000 to get out.
She wasn’t worried about posting her bail because she knew that Bianca could make it and pay her back in no time. The problem was she only paid her room rent weekly so it was due in a couple of days. That definitely had to be paid, so Bianca would probably have to wait a week or two before Eve could move her bail.
