The Truth Behind The Lies

by Lace, Lolah

  “I’m sorry this happened to you.” Bash looked at me with this confused expression. “Should I be sorry this happened to you?”

  “No, you shouldn’t worry about the tragedies of my past. That was ten years ago. You are right now. I love you.”

  “You love me?” I walked over to him on the couch. I stood directly in front of him.

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “I just do.” He reached one hand up to me. “Come to me.” I took his hand. “Kneel please.”

  I rolled my eyes. Really? If he had his way my mouth would be connected to his dick.

  “What’s under the towel?”

  “A Dreamsicle.”

  “A Creamsicle.”

  “That too.”

  Fine. I want to do it any way. As soon as I saw him in the towel the thought entered my mind. I hate the way Bash is always reading my thoughts. Maybe I love it. I lowered myself down on both my knees. He was smiling widely.

  His dick was smooth. He loved to see my lipstick ring around his shaft. I had to admit I love to see it too.

  I slowly unwrapped the towel around his waist. I was confronted with a view of his waiting erection. I ran my hands up his thighs and moved closer to his Creamsicle. The ice cream was inside and I was determined to get it out. It wouldn’t be long. I was good. Fellatio Queen comes to mind but I’m not one to brag. Bash thought he had learned to last longer. He thought. Right. I actually just put less effort in to make him think he could take my blowies.

  I spread his legs and placed my head between them. His balls were smashed into the couch. I gently pulled them forward so they could breathe.

  “Nina.” Bash always said my name before I sucked him off. I’m not sure why. But it always made me smile. He never smiled back. He just stared down at me with his eyes half hooded behind his pale veiny lids. His eyes seemed to beg. This was unusual because he never had to beg. I was going to suck his dick whenever he wanted it and whenever I wanted to. So he never had to worry. I loved pleasing him. His huge dick was a challenge to me every single time I placed my lips around it. The novelty would never wear off. He was the reason I knew I had jaws of steel.

  I traced the veins on the top of his dick with my fingertips. My thumb joined and rubbed the underside. I took him in my hand and pointed him to the ceiling. I released my tongue and licked the underside of him.

  “Ummm!”

  I licked the bulging dome first and patted my tongue right over the top. He winced. He was so cute. I soaked the top and applied just a little pressure. I rolled my tongue in loose circles. The sweetest beads of precum oozed from the head of his dick. I closed my eyes as a licked it up. Yum! Yum!

  “Ummm!” I closed my eyes. I pressed my lips together. I moved them back and forth on the ridge that connected the head to the shaft. I had to loosen my mouth to move further down his pole.

  The wetter my mouth became the easier it was to move down his thickness. I bobbed my head up and down. I could never make it all the way to the base no matter how hard I tried. One day. I opened my eyes to the contracting muscles of his abdomen.

  Bash ran his fingers into my hair but he knew not to push my face down on him. He wanted to hold on. He wanted to savor my misty mouth before he came.

  I quickened my pace and grabbed the base of his shaft. I connected my fist to my mouth and provided just enough suction to send my German over the top.

  I could feel him pulsate inside my mouth. I did everything in my power to match the rhythm and I tightened my lips. It helped that he was panting like he was about to stroke out. His chants give me life. His chants made me feel like the Queen Bee. Not Beyoncé. Not Lil Kim. Queen Nina.

  “Ummm!” I hummed over his massive throbbing dick.

  Hot lava erupted into my mouth and coated my teeth. The warmth hit the roof of my mouth and slid down the back of my throat. I swallowed once, than twice. Bash always had more cum than average. I sucked a few dicks in my day so I had plenty to compare him to.

  I love making his toes curl.

  He can appreciate my superhead skills.

  CHAPTER 20

  NINA

  ★WEDNESDAY★

  ★THRUSDAY★

  ★FRIDAY★

  Bash and I woke up to the sound of high-pitched screaming. The screaming ended as soon as we were alert. In the doorway of his bedroom, a young woman was standing with her arms crossed over her B cupped chest. She was livid. Her face made that abundantly clear.

  I could see that much through my half awake eyes. I can’t believe Bash has me in some stupid love triangle. This thin blonde chick has got to be his girlfriend. A girlfriend that I didn’t even know existed.

  “Father, who is this?” The blonde stated answering my invisible question. I was wrong. This is his daughter, a grown daughter.

  “Eva what are you doing here?” Bash rubbed his eyes and mumbled.

  “What do you mean? It’s the anniversary of mom’s disappearance.”

  Bash sat up in bed and ran his hands across his face and then through his mussed up hair. What she say?

  “You never come home. You haven’t come home in the last three years.”

  “I see you aren’t broken up by this anniversary. I never got the memo that you had moved on from mom. I never got the memo that you were fucking someone.”

  Did this girl just clown her father? Did she just clown him right in front of me?

  “Eva, are you taking your meds?” Bash asked.

  “Are you serious? Did you just say that in front of this hooker?”

  Me a hooker, well I’ll be.

  “Eva, apologize right now!”

  “I’m sorry I caught you in bed with a whore.”

  “What the fuck is your problem?” Bash half-ass shouted.

  “Fuck you! Fuck her!” She yelled.

  I had grabbed one of the sheets and wrapped myself in it. I swung my feet to the carpet and tried to calm myself. I wanted to flee from this drama so badly.

  Eva was staring at me with evil beady blue eyes. She was really being a disrespectful bitch. Everything in me said, punch this spoiled bitch in the face. I can throw my Masters degree to the left, to the left and throw a punch to the right.

  Bash hadn’t moved from the bed. “Eva, Nina is my girlfriend. Apologize to her right now.” His voice was calm, too damn calm if you ask me.

  “Your girlfriend. Fuck no!” Eva was glaring at me while she denounced our union, a union I didn’t even know about. I didn’t no I had a title. Maybe he just meant girl that was a friend.

  At that moment I didn’t even care if Bash and I would be over. He was a man and maybe he couldn’t slap the taste out this little heifer’s mouth but I could. Before I knew it I was flapping my feet. I walked around the bed and this little cunt didn’t move an inch. I refused to look at Bash. His eyes might make me stop and I wanted to proceed.

  I had a firm grip on the bed sheet that was covering my nude body. I was only inches from her when my hand left my side and I slapped the dogshit out of Eva. She tried to claw at me but I just bobbed out the way and pushed her in the chest so hard she stumbled backwards almost falling off her feet. I pushed her again until I had her back against the wall. She barely weighed a hundred pounds and surprisingly I handled her with just one hand.

  I was possessed. I grabbed her neck and she tried to pry my hands off of her neck. I waited for Bash to say stop or unhand my daughter but he never said anything. I never even heard any movement from behind me. He was still sitting up in bed.

  “Your father said apologize.”

  “I’m, I’m sorry.” Eva choked out her tear-filled apology. I made the little girl cry. I don’t know what got into me but this little bitch had me fucked up.

  “Tell your father you’re sorry.” I ordered. I let her throat go.

  She skillfully inched away from me as I dared her to defy me with my eyes. “Father, I’m sorry.” Eva ran from the room sobbing uncontrollably.

  I looke
d over at Bash in the bed. I waited to hear his wrath and nothing happened. He just looked at me. I was ready to snap on his ass too.

  “Nina, I’m sorry. I didn’t know she would be here. She never comes home this time of year. The last time I had someone look for her, she was in London. I didn’t even know she was back in the country.” Bash outstretched his hand. “Come, sit.”

  I moved to the bed and took a seat at his side facing him. His watch beeped on the nightstand and so did his cell phone. He reached over for his cell.

  He had a text message. He read the text to himself. He looked out at me. “Eva just texted me that she’s going to kill herself.”

  “What?”

  “She’s not going to kill herself. She’s an attention whore. She knows that if she does anything to hurt herself I will put her away.”

  “Put her away?”

  “In a mental health facility. She fears that more than anything. Well maybe she fears you more now.”

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hit her.”

  “No, don’t be sorry. She was out of line. Both of my kids are spoiled brats. Now they’re adult brats. I did a shitty job as a father. I know that but it’s too late now.”

  “It’s never too late.”

  “They are adults. I gave them too much. I coddled them too much. I over did it because their mother was gone. I didn’t know I was making things worse and all the therapist were trying to line their pockets so they were giving me terrible advice…Nina I come with this baggage and I don’t want it to affect us. I want you in my life. You obviously can handle my foul-mouthed daughter and you seen to get along with my ex drug addict son so please don’t runaway from me.”

  “I would never do that?”

  Bash raised his arms and that was my clue to snuggle up with him. I did just that. It felt heavenly in his strong arms. I loved having my face pressed against his hard chest. His cell phone buzzed. He grabbed it off the bed.

  “Eva said I hate you father, in all caps, with three exclamation points.” Bash removed his hand from my waist to text her back. “Eva please calm down and take a nap. I will have Nina look in on you. I’m getting dressed.”

  “Are you really texting that?”

  “Yeah, I will scare her a little.” Bash tossed the cell on the bed and cupped my breast with one of his free hands. He kneaded the soft area around the nipple.

  In seconds he had his dick inside me. He had pinned my arms above my head. His pelvis had me pinned down on my back. He had spread his legs to cover mine. He closed his legs together drawing mine together also. I loved when he did this. The fit was skintight. I could feel his close-cut pubic hair rub against my pussy lips. I couldn’t move my body. I had the option of squeezing him and locking him inside me. He was rocking his dick in the wet hole that only he could claim.

  Pleasure escaped my lips only to be replaced with his tongue. He kissed me deep and my heart stopped and started too many times to count.

  Bash was the bee’s knees. He made me love and enjoy sex. He wasn’t mechanical or performing a routine. His moves were spontaneous and orgasmic. He made my body hum. For that I would always be grateful.

  He timed it just right and we came together.

  This guy right here.

  I love him.

  CHAPTER 21

  NINA

  It was a little late in the day, past breakfast but not quite afternoon. It was nice outside but not hot. The temperature would eventually rise to the high eighties. That wouldn’t be until at least three. We showered together. We had a wild morning.

  Bash decided we would have brunch outside on the deck. We ate in silence. I guess the return of his daughter made him quiet. We both were finished eating but we just sat quietly. I wondered if Bash remembered to wear sunblock.

  “We are going strong.” He jarred me away from my random thoughts.

  “Yes we are.” I wondered where he was going with this. He had a twisted look in his eye and oddly I could recognize this little trait although we hadn’t been together long.

  “I have a confession to make.”

  “I can’t wait to hear this.” My eyes floated up to the top of my eyelids. It was an eye roll that hadn’t completely taken form.

  “For a few days now I’ve been trying to find a way to pick a fight with you.”

  “Really?”

  Bash smiled. My words always seemed to amuse him. “Yes. I’ve enjoyed all this time with you and I want to see you when you’re angry. I want to know how you behave in adverse situations.”

  “That’s sick and twisted.” I bit my lip to suppress any rudeness that was longing to escape them.

  “Maybe, I just couldn’t think of anything to fight about.”

  “We could fight about this.” I didn’t know if I wanted to press my lips together or poke them out. My face was doing something ill.

  “This isn’t good enough.”

  “The fact that you wanted to pick a random fight with me is ridiculous. But if you want to throw some shots, you go for it.”

  “It just wouldn’t be spontaneous.” He drummed his fingertips over the table. “We don’t have to fight at all. I was just curious to see what you would do. How you would behave? Do you yell and scream?”

  I shrugged as I watched him intensely. This guy right here. He was a real character. I had to admit that about him. He was one of a kind. I wonder if that was why he was single? Why was he single? He was a prize considering what was out on the streets posing for good men.

  “Do you throw things?” Does your Mama throw things? “Do you shout out obscenities?” Test me and see how many motherfuckers I call you. “Would you attack me?” No I can’t fight a man. I got common sense. “Would you storm out of the room?” Black women don’t storm anywhere. “Would you cry?” Not while I’m standing in front of Germantown USA. “I just don’t know what your reaction would be and I think of it from time to time.”

  Bash really thought he was clever. Did he really want me to show him my hand? Did he really give this as much thought as he claims? This guy right here. I might throw him away. Nope. I think I will keep him.

  “Bash, my sweet.” Sarcasm. “Every situation dictates a different response.”

  “That is very true and probably why I’m so intrigued with whatever response you will have. You are a hard woman to read.”

  “Stop trying to read me and just write me.”

  He grinned. “I’m greedy. I want to do both.”

  “You know this entire conversation is crazy right?”

  “I don’t think so.” He tilted his pretty little head.

  “Well Bash in my opinion, picking fights with people generally is immature.”

  One side of his face smiled. “You’re right. I guess I want to find something wrong with you. It might make me feel better.”

  “Better about what?” I scowled.

  “Your perfection.”

  “Perfect, I am not. I’m cool people but if you want to find a reason to bow out you should just say that. The games won’t be necessary. We can just call it quits.”

  I’m not sure why I said that. It was always my go-to thing. Breakup with someone before they breakup with me.

  “There aren’t any games. I’m not trying to bow out. I am absolutely not calling it quits. I really love you. I’m not going anywhere.” His eyes had penetrated the force field I built up when shit was getting real.

  “So why fight if we don’t have anything to fight about?”

  “Fine, no faux fighting. I promise.”

  “You’re making promises now.”

  He closed his eyes real slow and gave me a nice view of his long blonde lashes. “You know you are too good to be true.”

  “I could say the same about you Mr. Vandervol.”

  “Well say it. I love to hear you talk.”

  “I would have thought you would be in a foul mood after the incident with your daughter. But obviously you weren’t fazed.” I reminisced in that hot se
x we had just over an hour ago.

  “Eva is no problem. I have learned to get use to her tantrums.”

  I’m not about to get use to them. I’m not Claire Huxtable. I will Rock-a-bye her baby ass like Keisha from New Jack City.

  “You never mentioned to me that you had a daughter.”

  “I didn’t.”

  “No you didn’t.”

  “I never see her. This may sound bad but I don’t really know her. I wouldn’t have much to say about her. Not much comes to mind.”

  “Really?”

  “I told you it would sound bad.”

  “There are so many things I don’t know about you.”

  “Hang in there and you will know it all.”

  “You want that?”

  “Yes I want you.” He gazed into my eyes all dreamy and adorable.

  “You are just full of charm this morning.”

  “You think I’m charming?”

  “A charming pain in the ass.” I smirked as he laughed out loud.

  “So what are we doing this weekend?” Bash took a sip from his coffee mug and peered over at me. I loved when he talked about us as we.

  “You don’t have to go into the office?”

  “No, I’m free all weekend. We can do whatever you want.”

  “What do you want to do?” I asked him after considering that laying in bed all weekend and fucking him might not be the best thing to do and say. Even though it was what I really wanted.

  “Really? You want to know what I want to do?” His eyes narrowed. He was thinking of sex too. We are so compatible.

  “Yes tell me.” I smiled. I like how he draws everything out like he’s trying to hold onto the conversation seconds longer than it has to be. I think that’s cute. It so soap opera-ish. It’s so Tyler Perry play-ish.

  “I was thinking we could go to your place and pack up your clothes.”