PPP Box Set

by Charmanie Saquea

  “His ass aint showed up here yet.”

  “That’s because he’s scared of you, always has been and probably always will be.” I laughed.

  The memory of when Tiphani put her gun to Antwon’s head and told him if he ever put his hands on me again, she would blow his brains out and chop his body up. He damn near pissed on himself after that day he had steered clear of Tiphani.

  “He better be, but enough about him. Will you at least call him and let him know that you’re okay or something?” she begged.

  “Why do you want me to call this man so bad?” I asked.

  “Just because,”

  I was about to say something when I noticed the look on my daughter’s face when she walked in the room. “Mommy, daddy keeps calling me. I know you said I can answer but he keeps talking crazy and I don’t want to talk to him.” Kennedy said.

  “What did he say?” Me and Tiphani asked at the same time.

  “I’d rather not repeat but just know it was scary and he needs to be in somebody’s straight jacket.”

  I had to chuckle at my daughter. She was only nine years old but smart as hell, she was very mature for her age. “Okay baby, you don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to. If he keeps calling, just turn your phone off.” I said.

  I hated that my daughter had to be in the middle of this bullshit between me and her dad. The only reason I even told her that she could answer his calls was because I wasn’t the type to keep my daughter from her father, no matter what was going on between us.

  “Now that that’s out the way call him.” Tiphani said as she held out my cell phone for me to take.

  I just sighed and took the phone from her. I scrolled through my contacts until I ran across his name. I held my breath while I waited for the phone to connect, for some reason I was nervous and didn’t know what I was going to say.

  “Damn I didn’t even know you still had my number.” Rashaad answered the phone.

  “Really? You told me to call you and I said I would.” I said.

  “I know but I didn’t think it would take you a whole week.”

  “I had some stuff I’m dealing with that I had to—“

  “You really don’t have to explain yourself to me Viesha, I was just fucking with you.”

  “Oh,” I said feeling stupid.

  “So what’s been going on in your world?” he asked.

  I could hear voices in the background but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. “Nothing much. Are you busy? If so I can call you back later.” I said hopping he would say yes but I should have known better.

  “Nah, you called me so don’t be trying to rush me off the phone now.” He said.

  “I wasn’t rushing you off the phone, I was just saying.” I laughed.

  “Yea, let you tell it. So when you gon came see me?” he asked.

  “Umm…whenever you want me to.” I said.

  “Don’t say that because if I were to ask you to come right now you probably would have an excuse as to why you cant.”

  I couldn’t help but to bust out laughing because he was telling the truth. I don’t even know why I said that knowing damn well I wouldn’t go. Or would I?

  Rashaad

  I was in the middle of taking care of business when Viesha called me. Honestly, I thought that her crazy ass baby daddy had on her lock so to say that I was surprised when she called would be an understatement.

  See, Dominique has been bugging me about finding a new girl to bring home but little did she know that shit had come to an end. If it wasn't Viesha that I was bringing home, then I wasn't bringing anybody. It was something about her that had me intrigued and wanting to know more about her.

  “Yo, check this out. I'm about to send you the address of where I want you to meet me.” I said into the phone.

  “Now?” She asked.

  “Not now but right now. I don't want to hear no excuses or any of that bullshit. Just bring ya ass and I'll take care of the rest.” I said into the phone before hanging up.

  I texted the address to her phone before jumping in my car and speeding off. Immediately, my phone started ringing again. I reached down to grab it and noticed it was Dominique.

  “Yea?” I answered.

  “Yea?” She retorted. “Is that how you answer your phone now?”

  “What you need Dominique?”

  “When are you coming home Rashaad? You've been gone since nine this morning and it's almost five.” By the way she was talking, I could tell she had an attitude.

  “I will get there when I get there, anything else?” I asked. I didn't get an answer so I looked down at my phone and realized she hung up.

  I just smiled and shook my head. Since the morning after I brought Viesha home, she had been acting different. I knew exactly what it was, she was intimidated. None of the other girls I brought home really had shit on Dominique. They were usually average broads but Viesha was different. Dominique felt like she had competition on her hands and to tell you the truth, she did.

  Taking my mind off the bullshit for a minute, I pulled up to this nice little restaurant that I frequent from time to time. I put my car in park and waited for Viesha to show up, which I knew she would. I had only been waiting for about five minutes when I noticed her climbing out of an Acura.

  She was looking around at all the cars, probably looking for me. I had left the Jag at home and drove the Bentley today. As she got closer to my car, I stepped out so she would know it was me.

  “You better had come,” I said.

  She stopped in her tracks and looked at me and smiled. “I really didn't have a choice did I?”

  “Not really,” I said as she stepped in my arms for a hug. The maxi dress she was wearing was looking right on her, I couldn't help but to let my hands travel down to her ass and give a gently squeeze.

  “No Jag today?” She asked as she examined the Bentley.

  “Nah, not today.” I smiled as I led the way into the restaurant.

  The hostess showed us to our table and me being the nigga that I am, I pulled her chair out for her. I wasn't afraid to show her that I don't believe that chivalry is dead. “This is a nice place, I've never been here before.” Viesha said as she looked over the menu.

  “They have some pretty good food here too.” I agreed.

  Our waiter came over to take our drink order so I ordered a bottle of Cristal for us.

  “So tell me something Rashaad.” She said.

  “What's that?”

  “Why is it that you're always buying the most expensive things when were together?” She asked.

  “Because I'm used to having the best so why would that change when I’m around you?” I retorted.

  I watched as the corners of her mouth curved into a smile and she shook her head at me. “What? What I do?”

  “You're a smooth talker, that's what you did. But let me ask you something else now?”

  “Ask me whatever you want.”

  “How long have you and Dominique been together? Do you always meet females then take them back home to her? What is your occupation?” She asked all in one breath.

  I had to laugh at her, she was only supposed to ask one questioned and ended up asking three. “Five years, not all the time, and I'll save that conversation for a later date.” I answered.

  “Cool, since I've never been here before what do you suggest I try?” She asked, changing the subject.

  Dominique

  “How dare Rashaad talk to me like that,” I thought hanging up on his ass.

  I sipped my midday wine stretched across my imported chaise with a Marilyn Monroe state of mind. I had been on edge all week trying to get Rashaad to bring a new woman home. I had a taste for some pussy and not having it had me on edge.

  Rashaad knew I needed a soft body. Before we entered into this marriage, I made my sexuality perfectly clear. Rashaad was more than happy with the arrangements. He selected them, we fucked them, and then we sent them on their way
with no strings attached.

  “What man could turn new pussy down,” I thought gulping down the rest of my wine.

  Rashaad hadn’t handpicked a new chick in a week. It never took my handsome debonair husband that long to find some fresh meat. The ones who did make the cut had the same reaction as Viesha initially. After some coaching, they all submitted. We have a 100% success rate.

  I opened my robe to free my titties. The cold air hardened my nipples immediately.

  “Rashaad was out of line and out of time,” I thought letting my hands roam freely over my smooth body.

  I wanted to ask Rashaad to bring Viesha back several times but my pride and our agreement wouldn’t let me. I thought about the caramel skinned cutie occasionally and wouldn’t mind another taste of that but Rashaad probably wanted another taste too and I couldn’t have that shit.

  “I can still think about her,” I thought rubbing my clit.

  I don’t know if it was the wine or lack of sex but my mind was telling me to bust a nut. Before I knew it my robe was completely off and my fingers were deep inside my pussy. I felt my walls pulsating in sequence with my heartbeat. I pretended the tightness was Viesha’s.

  As much as I hated to think about the possibility that another bitch could take my man I couldn’t help but think about Viesha sexually. There was something about her and whatever it was had my pussy dripping and my back arched and lifted off the chaise. My juices covered my wedding ring.

  I hadn’t had to play with my own pussy and finish the job myself in months. Rashaad was always ready to fuck and we often had a third party to make the sex even more phenomenal. Either way my fingers moved in and out rapidly pleasing my body for the time being.

  “Ding dong,” the bell rung rudely fucking up my rhythm.

  I relaxed my body looking up at the ceiling breathing heavily. I was pissed and wanted to kill whoever was on the other side of the door badly.

  “I’m coming,” I yelled out knowing good and damn well they couldn’t hear me.

  I grabbed my robe covering my body as I headed down the stairs. I needed a second to get my shit together but I wanted to get this over with so I could get back to it as fast as possible.

  “Who is it,” I yelled stepping off the last step irritated.

  “I’m looking for Viesha,” I heard a deep voice say.

  I stopped when I heard the voice break the silence.

  “This muthafucka is crazy,” I mouthed peeping through the peephole.

  “Ain’t no Viesha here nigga!”

  “Get the fuck away from my door before I call the police on you,” I screamed hitting the alarm.

  “I know she here and I know you know who I’m talking about,” he said sounding crazier than before.

  I just stood there for a second thinking about my next move. I didn’t feel scared because I knew he couldn’t get in and the police was already in route.

  “Bam, bam, bam,” my door shook.

  He was hitting the door so hard I jumped each time he made contact with the oak.

  I grabbed the house phone that we rarely used and hit the number one which went straight to Rashaad’s phone.

  “Bam, bam, bam,” I heard again as I listened for Rashaad to pick up.

  “Not to my surprise,” he didn’t.

  The police came minutes later and questioned me. I told them everything I knew leaving out the part about me and my husband having sex with Viesha. I called Rashaad again hoping he would answer. I needed to tell him about the uninvited guest. I knew he was going to be infuriated. I almost didn’t want this to get out of hand but something told me that it was.

  Antwon

  Viesha was still avoiding me and my calls which made me angrier by the second.

  “Who the fuck this bitch think she was denying me of family and my pussy,” I thought as I hit my daughters number.

  “Kennedy baby, is your mom around you,” I asked her.

  “No,” she lied.

  “Tell daddy where you are,” I kindly demanded.

  I tried to grill my daughter indirectly but the anger got the best of me. Her short one word responses were getting on my nerves.

  “Tell yo momma when I see her I’m fucking her up and she bet not be with a nigga,” I said not even regretting it after I said it.

  I knew she was over that crazy bitch Tiphani’s crib probably but I didn’t feel like going back to jail for killing two ho’s. If Tiphani thought I was afraid of her in any way she was mistaken.

  “Afraid of some little bitch for what,” I reminisced.

  I just knew if she pulled some shit like she did on me before that I would have another body under my belt. I normally didn’t kill females but I was unstable and armed. I knew that was a deadly combination. I really didn’t need to be fucked with. I needed Viesha to act right and to stop “fucking the town” but if she didn’t I was going to make her.

  I grabbed my cousin’s phone off the counter and called Viesha several times then private then I called my daughter back and got the voicemail immediately.

  “Where you going,” my cousin asked as I stormed towards the door clenching my jaws.

  “I… I gotta make a run,” I stuttered tossing his phone on the coffee table.

  I started the Buick up and jumped on I-20 going 85 with bullshit on my brain. Tiphani’s house was the destination and my arrival time was fifteen minutes. My seat was leant back so far that I could look out the back window. I lit my cigarette and kept my focus on the task at hand.

  It was hot as hell and a nigga was sweating for real once I hit Tiphani’s block. I saw a familiar face walk across the street looking as if she had no worries. I wanted to run Viesha ass down but I wanted to know where her slick ass was going so I decided to follow her instead. She hopped in Tiphani’s Acura and pulled off.

  Viesha wasn’t aware of her surroundings at all so I knew following her would be no problem. At the light a car sat in between us. I hit my square all the way down to the filter as I watched Viesha dance unaware of the danger lurking behind her.

  “Where is my daughter,” I thought tossing the filter out the window.

  Viesha got on the e way and so did I. I almost got hit by a Hummer trying to merge and keep up with this bitch. Next thing I know Viesha hopped off.

  “Damn,” I said hitting the gas to get off on the next exit so I could turn around.

  Traffic was so thick being that it was after work hours that I lost her ass. I knew that exit though.

  “It was to that pretty nigga with the shot guns crib,” I thought shaking my head.

  I knew Viesha was fucking that nigga. I didn’t need any third parties interfering with my family. The suburb was my next destination. I was ready to kick up some dust too. A shot gun didn’t scare me. This time I had my shit on my hip. I was always ready to die too.

  After ten minutes or so I was parked outside of the mini mansion. I walked up to the door passing the familiar blue Jaguar. I felt the weight of my gun when I got close to the door. I hit the doorbell then waited. After a few rings I heard a female’s voice.

  “I’m looking for Viesha,” I spat.

  This was not the repetition from the other day. I was really hoping “pretty boy” came to the door but instead the bitch from the taxi was on the other end. I almost started to think maybe I was tripping and fucking with the wrong people. They could very well be telling the truth.

  I hit the door with my fist. I heard her activating the alarm. I almost didn’t care.

  “Bam, bam, bam,” I disturbed the peace again.

  “Let me get the fuck out of here,” I thought tucking my gun out of sight as I jumped back in the Buick.

  As I hit the corner two police cars past me. My heart started pounding. I didn’t need these problems. I eased past police cars looking straight ahead going a little under the speed limit. As soon as I was out of sight I sped up and jumped back on the e way.

  “Fuck that,” I said out loud lighting another cigarette to
calm my nerves.

  After the tobacco eased my mind I decided to wait outside of Tiphani’s house. I called Viesha’s phone over and over until my phone died. After that I chained smoked waiting for Viesha to bring Tiphani’s car back. I knew that was happening and when it did Viesha will get what she got coming.

  Chapter 5

  Viesha

  The food was just as good as Rashaad said it was. Our conversation was tantalizing. I smiled the entire time. I couldn’t wrap my mind around why he wanted me to be a part of his life. He was obviously successful at whatever it was he did, he had great taste, and a beautiful wife. I was just a chick he picked up at the club and took home to share.

  I traced the outline of Rashaad’s body as I sipped the Cristal. He was so sexy to me. I had never been so physically attracted to a man. I watched his lips as he talked. His teeth were the whitest. That even turned me on. Rashaad was talking but I didn’t hear a word. I made it seem like I was listening though.

  I wanted to know more about Dominique honestly. Rashaad made it clear that we didn’t need to discuss her. I agreed for now because I didn’t want the thoughts of her killing my buzz. I had to respect her though. She was very secure if she shared her husband with other women. I wondered if I could do that briefly.

  “If Rashaad was my husband I wouldn’t need to fuck other people,” I thought finally tuning back into the conversation.

  “Excuse me,” Rashaad said looking at his phone only to ignore the call.

  “I really like you Viesha,” he turned his attention back to me.

  My phone rang and ruined the “moment.”

  “Sorry,” I said ignoring the call from Antwon.

  As soon as I ignored that call another one came through. I really hated my baby daddy and just wanted him to go away for obvious reasons. His ass going to jail was a blessing. I never even gave the nigga the idea that we would ever get back together so I didn’t understand his randomness.

  My face must have showed the stress. Either it was that or the way I guzzled down the rest of the expensive champagne. I hoped that fool didn’t know where I was at.