by Yoshe
“Damn, girl,” he whispered, as he held on to her head. He watched as she went up and down the shaft of his penis.
Sean did everything in his power to muffle the loud moans that he was dying to release. Brandi was a force to be reckoned with when it came to giving oral sex.
Brandi carried on with the act for approximately five minutes before Sean felt himself cumming. He ended up exploding in her mouth and she gulped all of his semen down like a professional. Brandi stood up and wiped the remaining jisms from her mouth. He stood there, staring at her in awe. She gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“There. Do you feel better now?” she asked, with a smug look on her face.
Sean sighed. “Hell, yeah! Who wouldn’t feel better after that shit?” He fixed his clothing and kissed her on the lips. “Please don’t forget about me, Brandi. You know that a brother need you in his life.”
Brandi shook her finger at him. “You and bunch of other men. All y’all want is sex.”
Sean sucked his teeth. “Look, I don’t give a shit about other guys. You know what it is with us. Do what you want but I’m gonna always get some of that. That pussy belongs to me.”
“Please, Negro,” Brandi said, with a laugh. “You don’t own shit over here.”
“Keep thinking that. Like I said, I ain’t going nowhere and neither are you. Later.”
Brandi didn’t respond or object to what Sean was saying. When he walked toward the elevator, she stepped back into her apartment and locked the door behind her.
Chapter 17
When Brandi stepped back inside of her apartment, she made a quick beeline for her bedroom. She opened the door and tiptoed around her bed, careful not to awaken the sleeping Kane.
Brandi wanted to burst out laughing at herself for being such a slut. There she was in the hallway, sucking Sean off, while Kane lay up in her bed. And Kane had made his way into her bed, even after getting into an altercation because of her. It was crazy what men would do for that three-ounce piece of flesh between a woman’s legs.
And Dollar was such a sweetheart in all of this. He fought for her honor and continued to hang on as Brandi strung him along. She found herself liking him a lot but she just wasn’t ready for him. She had a lot of loose ends to tie up before getting with a man like Dollar.
“I’m so sorry about what happened back there, Dollar,” Brandi said after he picked her up from the shower. “I didn’t know that things were going to get out of control.”
Dollar smiled. “Apology accepted. But what’s going on with you, Brandi?” Dollar asked. “You came too long a way to be involved with some messy dude like that. That shit back there only proves that you need to get with a dude like me, a grown-ass man who can take care of you.”
Brandi smiled too. “I know, Dollar but I just got so much going on right now—”
Dollar cut her off. “Listen, Bee, I’ve been feeling you for mad years and I’m gonna be real; I always wanted to get at you. And I still feel that way. I ain’t trying to rush you into nothing ’cause we just got back in contact with each other. But I hope you know that I will put a bullet in a motherfucker for you, trust me! So tread lightly with these lame-ass niggas you’re fucking with.”
I hope you know that I will put a bullet in a motherfucker for you, trust me! Brandi remembered taking a deep breath when Dollar said those words to her.
They pulled up in front of Kane’s house. Before Brandi got out of the car, she wrapped her arms around Dollar’s neck and hugged him tightly. He hugged her back when suddenly, they began kissing each other. Dollar’s kisses were so calming, so sensual.
Brandi pulled back to take a good look at Dollar. She wiped her lip gloss from his face. “I have to go, Dollar,” she said, with a hint of sadness in her voice. “I need to get home and get some rest. I will call you tomorrow though. Thanks for everything, baby.”
Dollar unlocked the door for her and Brandi walked over to her vehicle, started it up, and pulled off. When they got to the corner of Kane’s block, she went one way and Dollar went the other.
An hour later, Kane called Brandi’s phone. She answered the call immediately and listened to him berate her like he was her man. But it was all good. She didn’t care what he thought or said. He was the go-between, the guy who filled the empty space while she figured out what she was going to do with Sean and Dollar. It was too bad Kane didn’t know that.
In the wee hours of the morning, Brandi got another call from Kane. This time, he was pleading with her to let him upstairs. He sounded a little drunk and very pathetic. Brandi found some compassion for the sap so she relented. Once he got inside of her apartment, Kane gave her some Hennessy dick that was out of this world.
Their late-night rendezvous ended with Kane lying in her bed, taking cat naps and waking up to her wet coochie all over his face. He sucked and licked on Brandi’s vagina until her body started quivering. And of course, she pleasured him too. Kane fucked Brandi’s mouth and eventually unloaded his semen down her throat. Just like she had done with Sean, she swallowed every bit of his babies.
Juggling the men in her life was becoming quite complicated for Brandi. But it felt damn good to be wanted, to be desired by three different men, with different personalities, from different walks of life. Kane was the wild card, who was spontaneous and a very passionate lover. Sean was the married man, an old love who Brandi wanted to keep close to her heart. And then there was Dollar, someone from her past, who definitely loved her more than she loved him.
Brandi’s love life had gone from being super dull and unadventurous to a rollercoaster ride that she didn’t want to get off of. Eventually the ride would have to end. And she could end up with one of the men or maybe none at all.
Not too long after Brandi walked into the kitchen to prepare Sunday dinner, she heard the bathroom door shut. A few seconds later, Kane emerged from the bathroom in his boxer briefs and walked up behind Brandi. He wrapped his arms around her, as she stood at the kitchen counter.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he said. “Or should I say good afternoon?”
Brandi smiled. “You can say both. Good morning, good afternoon, sweetness.”
Kane sat at the kitchen table and watched as Brandi sliced and diced some yellow onions. “What’s on your agenda for the day?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. What’s on yours?”
“You.”
Brandi laughed. “You’re crazy.”
“So what are we doing here, Brandi? I mean, look at what happened last night. You got me getting into fights with other dudes over you and all that.”
“Yeah? And you had me come with you to a shower where my ex-flame and his wife are guests. What was up with that?” she asked, with a suspicious look on her face.
Kane shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t even know that you knew Sean, let alone slept with him before. I had no idea. But fuck him! What’s up with me and you?”
Brandi walked over and kissed Kane. She gave him a nice kiss with tongue and everything.
“That was nice,” Kane said. “Give me another one of those.”
As Brandi kissed him again, she thought about how dirty she was. She hadn’t bothered to rinse her mouth out after sucking Sean off and swallowing his cum. If only he knew.
The very pregnant Asia wobbled down the stairs of her home to open the door for her twin sister, India. The inquisitive India stepped inside and gave her sister a big kiss on the cheek while rubbing on her protruding belly.
“I can’t wait for my niece to make her grand entrance into the world!” India said, as she walked into the living room. “I never thought that you were going to be the first one to get pregnant and ahem, keep it!”
Asia laughed and plopped down in her comfy armchair. “Yeah, everybody thought that you were gonna be the one with mad kids. You was always hot in yo’ ass!”
India laughed then shook her head in disbelief. “Oh, my God, Asia! I cannot believe what happened at your shower l
ast night! Kane’s new bitch came there and started all that shit, got him into a fight with that dude and all that! He should have put his paws on that trick!”
Asia rolled her eyes at her sister. “After thinking about it, India, it really wasn’t the woman’s fault.”
India frowned. “What you mean, it wasn’t her fault? From the minute she walked through that door, I knew that she was nothing but trouble! Bitch think she cute, too.”
Asia stopped India from going any further. “Will you listen, girl? I’m gonna tell you something and you better not say a word to nobody! I got the 411 on why homegirl was leaving the shower so early.”
India jumped up and began doing the twerk dance. “Ooooh, girl, do tell!”
Asia laughed at her sister’s silly antics but got real serious in a matter of seconds. “I’m gonna tell you this, India, and like I said, you better not say shit to Kane or nobody else. Rasheed would kill me!”
India waved her off and sat back down on the couch. “I ain’t telling nobody nothing! Just spill the tea already!”
“Anyway,” Asia began, flinging her hair over her shoulders. “According to Rasheed, Brandi and Sean used to mess around with each other a few years back. She apparently didn’t know that Kane and Sean were cool with each other. So when she got to the shower, she was shocked to see Sean there. That’s because they’re still fooling around.”
India put up her hand. “Hold up! Ain’t Sean married to the little bougie chick? What’s her name?”
Asia nodded her head. “Yes! He’s married to Milan. And I can understand why she wanted to leave.”
India smirked. “Hmmph,” she said. “Well, I had to let the bitch know that me and Kane got our thing going, too,” she said, simulating some sex moves.
Asia leaned back in the chair. “No, you didn’t, India! Why are you always starting something?” she scolded. “You’re too old for that messiness!”
India was taken aback by Asia’s reaction. “’Cause got dammit, the bitch needed to know about me and Kane’s relationship!”
“You and Kane don’t have a relationship, India!”
India took off her shoes and put her feet on the wooden center table. “Oh, okay, we might not have a relationship, yet. But I promise you that we will have one real soon!”
Asia waved her sister off. “If I only could live long enough to see that shit.” They both laughed. “But that dude Sean is a mess!”
“Yeah, I know all about Sean and his drama. My coworker Yadira killed herself over him, too. I ain’t never doing no crazy shit over a man.”
Asia gave India a look. “Oh, really? What about the drama with Lamont and Sierra?” she asked, referring to Rasheed’s son’s mother and her husband. “I can remember the time when you were smiling all up in that woman’s face and fucking her man, Captain Lamont Simmons, behind her back. You do remember that, don’t you, India?”
India rubbed on her chin and smiled at the memory. Since then, Asia and Sierra were very cordial to each other. But she still hated India to that day.
After talking with her sister for the next hour and a half, India looked at the time and gathered up her things to leave. “Well, boo, I’m going to go home now and get some rest. Or maybe I’ll give old Kane a call to see if we can hook up tonight.”
Asia shook her head. “You and Kane would really make a nice couple, if you weren’t such a chickenhead!”
India walked to the door with Asia following her. “Kane is the one that’s passing up on a good thing, Asia. But it’s all good. I’m going to get my man. Just you wait and see!”
Chapter 18
After leaving Brandi’s place, Sean headed back home. When he arrived home, he didn’t expect to walk into an empty house.
“Milan?” he yelled. “Milan? Are you here?”
He walked upstairs and looked in their bedroom. There were a few of Milan’s things scattered on the bed and the hangers in her closet were in disarray. Sean checked the master bathroom and saw that her toothbrush was missing, too. He frowned as he walked back into the bedroom, trying to decipher what was going on.
“Where the hell did she go?” he said aloud. Sean grabbed the house phone and dialed Milan’s number. The phone went straight to voice mail. “What the fuck?”
Sean walked downstairs to the family room and headed straight to the bar. He thought about the argument they had earlier that day and poured himself a glass of Jack Daniels.
While sipping on his drink, Sean began wondering if Milan was still upset about the Brandi situation. And he thought about how wrong he was for walking out of the house that morning. He should have at least tried to listen to Milan’s gripes, tried to ease her fears and insecurities. But Sean didn’t do that. He was only thinking about himself.
After having a few glasses of liquor, the worried Sean was at wits’ end over his wife’s mysterious absence. It was about eight o’clock p.m. when he called Milan’s parents, even reached out to her brother and sister, who were as clueless of her whereabouts as he was. Sean didn’t have any of her friends’ phone numbers so he couldn’t call them at all.
Sean walked back upstairs to their bedroom and started looking in Milan’s closet. He hadn’t done anything like that before but the search was imperative; he needed some answers.
Milan’s large walk-in closet consisted of high-end clothing, designer bags, and a myriad of shoes in different colors and styles. Not knowing exactly what he was looking for, Sean snatched various clothing off the hangers and threw them onto the floor. After coming up with nothing, Sean stood there inspecting the huge mess that he made. Perturbed, he kicked her things to the side and walked out of the closet. Then he stood in the middle of his bedroom, looking as if he was in a daze. But he was contemplating his next move.
Sean’s eyes went to the robe that Milan was wearing when he left that morning. He picked it up and put it to his nose. The terry cloth robe still had her scent on it. But while doing that, Sean felt something hard in the pocket.
“What is this?” he said. Sean reached into the pocket and pulled out an empty vial. The vial still had some white residue in it. “Is this what I think it is?”
Sean opened the vial and put some of the contents onto his tongue. The bitter-tasting white stuff was exactly what he thought it was.
The thought of his beautiful wife being addicted to any drug had Sean in a funk. He was failing as a husband and a protector. Sean shook his head as the vial rolled out of his hand and onto the floor.
Tuki marched through the sliding double doors of the Aloft hotel, located in downtown Brooklyn. Milan, who was following closely behind her, took a seat on the white leather sofa in the lobby. Once she was seated, she adjusted her oversized Chanel glasses to hide the bruising on her face.
Tuki stood at the front desk and waited to speak to an attendant. The moment that she turned her back would have been the perfect time for Milan to make her escape. But for some reason, she was too afraid to take that chance. She could just see Tuki going back to her house and telling Sean everything about their secret relationship. Milan figured that she would do her best to pacify Tuki until she left for Atlanta that Wednesday and explain her disappearance to Sean when she went back home.
The front desk attendant greeted Tuki with a smile. “Good afternoon, welcome to the Aloft Brooklyn! How may I help you today?” she asked.
Tuki kept a straight face. She was not in the mood for the woman’s cheerful disposition.
“I’m going to need a room. I want a single bed, preferably king-sized,” she quickly replied.
The attendant continued to smile at the serious Tuki. “That won’t be a problem. Give me a minute to look that up for you.” The attendant looked at the computer screen and typed in some information. “Okay, we definitely have a room available for you. How would you be paying today?”
Tuki rumbled through her Hermès Birkin bag to retrieve her wallet. She pulled out her American Express black card and handed it to the wide-eyed
attendant.
“Put everything on that,” she said.
After securing a room for them, Tuki gestured for Milan to follow her. As soon as they stepped into the elevator, Milan took off her shades and rubbed the side of her face.
Tuki shook her head. “I hope those marks are a reminder of how bad shit can get for you if you ever lie to me again,” she said, pointing her fingers in Milan’s face. “You’re so lucky that I love you, girl.”
Milan held back her tears as they got off the floor where their room was located. Tuki slid the card into the reader and the door opened. Milan walked in and sat on the bed, looking worn out from all of the drama.
Tuki put her Louis Vuitton duffel in the corner and the Birkin on the desk. She walked over to the bed and stood over Milan. Milan flinched, deathly afraid of getting hit in her face again.
“Why did you lie to me?” Tuki asked.
Milan sighed. “I . . . I didn’t intentionally lie to you, Tuki. I mean, I do care for you and everything. I just kind of omitted my marriage,” she stuttered.
Tuki began pacing the hotel room. “I can’t believe that you’re married. I can’t believe that I fell for your type again.”
Milan interrupted her. “I don’t understand why there’s a problem with me being attracted to men and women,” she said, with a confused look on her face.
The frustrated Tuki stomped her feet. “Well, it’s a fucking problem, Milan! Don’t you see what you’re doing? You’re toying with people’s emotions! Does your husband even know that you’re attracted to women?” she asked.
Milan shrugged. “No,” she whispered.
Tuki threw her hands in the air. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about! You bi’s inflict so much pain on people with your selfish asses! Choose a freaking side already!”
