“Are you ok,” Rashaad asked.
I slowed down slightly embarrassed looking over my glass.
“Yea, I’m ok I lowered the flute.
Rashaad filled my glass up laughing. I guess neither of us wanted to start that conversation. I figured that was Dominique on his phone and I knew he knew who that was stalking me. Our plates were empty but we still stayed and downed another bottle.
“To us,” Rashaad raised his glass.
My glass kissed his softly.
“To us,” I slurred.
We had the waitress sit us in a booth ducked off in a dim corner. We sat side by side sneaking kisses ever so often as we laughed talking about our day. The hours started flying by. We were in the moment completely. I just remembered looking at the fancy clock on the wall. It read 8:07 pm. I told Tiphani that I would be back around 7, but I obviously lied. I knew she would keep Kennedy though especially if I was with Rashaad.
Rashaad grabbed my booty through my long summer dress. I didn’t wear any underwear as usual so he got a legit handful of ass. I was in his personal space and he was in mines. His breath smelled like Cristal and his tongue tasted just as sweet. I sucked it softly as my hand massaged his dick. He was at full attention. I couldn’t believe we were displaying so much public affection. I guess Rashaad was single for the night.
As much as I wanted to pull his dick out right there I reframed. He pumped life into my body though with his touch. I pretended Rashaad was my man even if this was our last night together. He made it clear that it wouldn’t be though. His kisses on my neck and ear made squirm. I felt like a high school girl. I haven’t felt like that since then.
“Would you like anything else,” the young petite waitress walked up interrupting me getting my groove back.
“No, thank you,” Rashaad replied.
“Please, Shannon is it,” I said looking at her name tag.
“Bring us the bill,” I semi shooed her away like I was about to handle the check.
After the bill was paid Rashaad grabbed my hand and we headed towards the exit. When we went in it was nice and sunny. Now it was chilly and dark. I really wasn’t ready to leave Rashaad just yet. I knew he probably needed to get home though.
“You ever ride in a Bentley,” he asked me reading my mind.
I smiled ear to ear.
Rashaad opened my door. On the seat was a single white rose. I gave him a hug and thanked him for the kind gesture. I had never been treated so well by a man. I was starting to see what I was missing. I honestly yearned for this kind of attention for quite some time but never thought I would ever experience it.
The carpet was so soft and clean that I wanted to take my sandals off. My ass sunk into the comfy peanut butter brown two toned leather. I was mesmerized by the dashboard, the features, and the wood grain. This was truly some boss type shit and I felt like a boss bitch sitting by Rashaad’s side. The night was lovely which matched the feeling that I had from the Cristal. I couldn’t help but feel a way.
I admired how Rashaad drove with precision. The car didn’t make a sound and the drive was smooth. I couldn’t even hear any outside noises. I was really enjoying my time with Rashaad as we drove by all the hot spots I frequented normally. The crowds were just starting to form making me want to be in the midst. I hadn’t been out since the night I met Rashaad.
Rashaad drove in silence. His phone rang a few more times but he never answered. Meanwhile Groove Theory’s Tell Me was playing in my head. I was willing to do whatever to have this feeling for a lifetime. I don’t know how I let my thoughts run so far so fast. Here I was spending time with a married man.
“What good could really come from this,” I thought.
Tiphani
Viesha had to be about one dumb bitch. There was this fine ass man with long money trying to court her and she was acting dumb as hell. In all honesty, she deserved Antwon's weak and crazy ass. She wouldn't know what to do with a man like Rashaad, especially if he's married. I'm the type of butch that would make him leave her ass and give her walking papers. That house and jag she bragged about him driving would be mines.
Viesha was so simple that she didn't know how to do anything. But that was okay because I was going to take care of everything. In no time I would have Rashaad and he won't even know a damn Viesha or Domonique. I'll have him eating out the palm of my hand and worshiping the ground I walk on. After all, I was supposed to be the one he ended up with at the club.
I had my eyes set on him first but Viesha being the too forward hoe that she was, she went after him. Now as I sit here and think about everything she had always taken things that was supposed to belong to me. The only thing I'm happy I let her have is Antwon. What she don't know is, I was fucking him when she was but she was the one lucky or not so lucky to get pregnant by him. Thank God I dodged that bullet.
I picked up my phone and dialed Antwon's number, not really talking to him but I had business to take care of.
“What the fuck you calling me for?” He answered.
“Later for your bullshit Antwon, I have a plan that I want to put in motion.”
“Oh hell no, I'm not going along with any plan yo shady ass got.”
I took the phone from my ear and looked at it like he could actually see my face. “How the hell you gon call me shady?”
“Anytime you would fuck your so called best friend’s nigga, you're shady as fuck.” Antwon chuckled.
“I don't remember you turning it down so that makes you just as shady as I am.” I rolled my eyes.
“Who in their right mind would turn down some easy pussy Tiphani, come on now.”
“You know what, I didn't call you for this bullshit either you're gonna listen to my plan and tell me if your down or you can hang up now.” I yelled.
“Watch your tone. But what's the plan?” He asked.
Chapter 6
Viesha
For the first time in a very long time, I had a constant smile on my face. I had to attribute that to Rashaad. Since our little dinner date, we had been kicking it harder than ever. He would pick me up from work every day for lunch, and at least three times out the week we would have dinner together. I can’t forget to mention that each and every time we fucked it was better than the last. I probably should have cut him off before we got further involved with each other but I couldn’t. Rashaad was everything I wanted, needed, and longed for in a man. Granted I was sharing but he didn’t make me feel like a side chick. Only thing Domonique got that I didn’t was the fact that she was able to wake up with him every morning. He wasn’t even fucking her anymore. At least that’s what he told me. If he was or if he wasn’t was not any of my business. I was happy and enjoying every moment of our time together. You only live once right?
“Mommy, I’m going over there to the basketball court. I see some friends from school,” Kennedy said gripping me from my thoughts of Rashaad.
“Okay baby girl, do not go too far,” I said.
“I won’t” She yelled out as she ran toward her friends.
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and I was spending it with the love of my life. No matter how wrapped up I found myself in Rashaad, Kennedy was still always would be my number one priority. Saturday’s was our day to do mommy daughter stuff and not even a good dick down by Rashaad could change that.
Since Kennedy was off playing with her friends I had a few moments to myself and decided to text him.
Hey you!
I waited a few minutes before feeling my phone vibrate in my palm. I looked down and smiled, seeing his name on my screen.
Hello Viesha this is Domonique, Rashaad left his phone in the house he went for a run. I’m glad I caught you though I been meaning to get in contact with you. You mind if I get your number our Rashaad phone and hit you from my line?
I read the message repeatedly. What could she have possibly wanted to talk to me about? Did she know that I was still seeing Rashaad without her? Was she okay with that? It to
ok me a minute to respond but I decided to throw caution to the wind and see what it is she thought was worth discussing with me.
Umm, sure Domonique.
Instantly after pressing send I regretted it. The more I thought about it the more I realized that she and I had absolutely nothing to talk about. Whatever questions she had needed to be directed at her husband, but it was too late for all that. My phone was ringing and I found myself sliding my finger across the screen to answer it.
“Hello,” I said spoke flatly into the phone.
“Hey pretty girl, wassup?” It was something about the tone of her voice that rubbed me the wrong way. I wasn’t going to speak on it though since I was interested in hearing what she had to say.
“How are you?” I asked.
“Good, can’t complain. Been busy with planning this wedding. Rashaad and I are renewing our vows.”
I almost choked on the smart water I was sipping. I didn’t expect him to leave Dominique for me but I didn’t expect him to profess his love for her in front of their family and friends again, while he was sticking his dick in me almost every day.
“Oh, that’s what’s up. What do I owe the pleasure of this call though?” I wanted her to get to the point and fast.
“I just wanted to say hi, see how you were doing? I see you and Rashaad been spending time together, forgot all about little ol me huh?”
“Nah, it’s not even like that. You know Shad and I work near each other so we get lunch together nothing more, nothing less,” I lied.
“Yea I know he told me. You know Rashaad tells me everything. The reason why our marriage has lasted this long is because we are so open with each other you. Our bond, it’s just so hard to explain.” She said.
I was officially over the conversation. I wanted nothing else to do with her or Rashaad at that moment.
“I hear you Dom, but my daughter needs my attention. It was nice hearing from you.” I ended the call before she had a chance to say anything else. Her conversation had really fucked up my mood. I hated to pull Kennedy away from her friends but I was ready to go.
Domonique
Operation get Viesha completely out the picture was in full effect. What Viesha and Rashaad had going on was not in the plans. He thought I didn’t know about their secret lunches, dinners, and fuck sessions but I knew it all. Rashaad never put a password on his phone so every night once he was knocked out I would comb through his messages. I’ve seen so much. I knew Rashaad better than anyone and I could tell he was really falling for Viesha. I couldn’t have that though. I refuse to lose my man to a next bitch. I got to the point where I finally told Rashaad that I wanted to fuck Viesha again but he kept telling me no. I would rather a threesome then to know she was having my man in ways I didn’t have him anymore. What really got me was that the changes in Rashaad and my relationship really came over night. We were perfectly fine until the night with her. Definitely should have known better than to trust that big butt and smile. It was all good though because I had one up on both they asses. Viesha would be nothing but a distant memory when I was through with her, bet that.
“What you doing with my phone in your hand?” Rashaad said as he walked back into the bedroom.
“Your little playmate texted you,” I spat.
“Why the fuck were you in my phone Dom? Do I go through your shit?”
“You don’t have to because I don’t keep thing from you Rashaad,” I said.
I watched his expression go from ‘I got control over this situation’ to ‘shit i’m busted’. I was chuckling inside.
“You could have just kept it real with me Rashaad. It’s okay though I’m almost certain Viesha won’t be a problem anymore,” I said with a devious grin plastered on my face.
“What you said to her?”
“Oh nothing really. Except we were amidst planning a vow renewal. I’m sure after she heard you have no intentions on really being with her she’s going to run for the hills. I mean, she would if she was smart.”
Rashaad’s brow furrowed. “Why the fuck would you tell her something like that?”
“Because it’s the truth. You think you can step out on a bitch like me and that be that. Hell nah, you know me better than that or at least you should. We going to play by my rules now Rashaad and the first thing on my list is a second wedding. That or divorce, and you know what they say, it’s cheaper to keep her. Take me there if you want and I will take you forever fucking penny you are worth. You stupid bastard.” I barked.
I felt good knowing that I had a solid plan. One that I knew he would go along with. Rashaad valued his possessions too much to lose everything over a chick. I knew that for sure.
“Cat got your tongue baby?”
He didn’t respond instead, he stormed into the bathroom slamming the door behind him. I didn’t pay his tantrum any attention I had him exactly where I wanted. Next thing on my list was to fuck his brains out and get pregnant. I stopped my birth control the day I figured out he was seeing Viesha behind my back. Rashaad wants a child badly, I just wasn’t ready. I’m still not but hey I got to do what needs to be done to keep my nigga in check. If it takes a baby then so be it.
Chapter 7
Rashaad
I had to get up out the house before I put my hands on Dom and found myself locked up. I can’t believe that bitch was so conniving. Matter of fact I did believe it. I knew the type of chick Domonique was when I married her but she was who and what I needed at the time. People change, and so do feelings. I was fucked up for dipping with V behind Dom’s back but what the fuck did she expect. She allowed me to fuck who I wanted whenever I wanted during the entire duration of our marriage. Now, she see she got some real competition she wanted to jump bad. It wasn’t going down like that. I wasn’t going to stop seeing Viesha but I was indeed done with Domonique and she aint even know it.
I took the quickest shower of my life, slipped into some ball shorts, a wife beater, and was out the door. Soon as I got comfortable behind the wheel of the jag I tried Viesha’s phone and of course she didn’t answer. I knew she had to be feeling like a nigga was just playing with her the entire time to keep hitting but that was the furthest from the truth.
“Fuck,” I screamed out loud as I banged my hand on the steering wheel.
I would have drove to Viesha’s crib but I didn’t have a clue where she lived. For the sake of her daughter I never went to her crib. I respected that she wasn’t the type to have different dudes around her daughter but in that moment I was wish I known.
Then it hit me. I may have never been to Viesha crib but I remember picking her up from her best friend crib. I could probably get shorty to get in touch with her so that was my destination.
*****
I pulled up to the apartment complex Tiphani stayed in and killed the engine to my whip. It took a minute for me to get out the car because I was contemplating whether or not it was a good idea. As bad as I wanted to get in touch with Viesha, I didn’t want her thinking I was on some stalker shit, or was a thirsty ass dude because I was neither. I wanted her to hear my side of things though, which is why I found myself knocking on Tiphani’s front door.
Knock, Knock, Knock
A minute or two passed before Tiphani decided to answer her door. I didn’t expect her to be so excited to see me standing on her door step but she was. I thought she was going to flip out thinking I was stalking her friend.
“Rashaaaaad, what brings you by?” She sang out, running her hand up and down my chest.
“Wassup Tiphani, would Viesha happen to be here?” I asked getting straight to the point.
His demeanor changed at the mention of Viesha’s name. Did she think I was there to see her?
“No. She’s not here and I don’t know where she is. What happened with ya’ll?”
“It’s nothing major you think you can get her over here?” I asked hoping she would help me.
Tiphani
I couldn’t believe Rashaad showed up at my d
oorstep. Call me naïve or whatever but I actually thought he showed up for me. I mean every chance I got I was throwing the pussy at him waiting for him to take the bait, he wasn’t biting. I don’t know why I thought this time would be any different. Of course he was here chasing Viesha’s ass. That’s fine though, I’m just going to play along and see how far I can get him to go.
“Sure, Rashaad. Come in, I’ll call Viesha and tell her to come over. She’s probably out with Kennedy though. They usually hand out on Saturdays but I’ll try,” I said in the most convincing voice I could muster up.
I stepped to the side, then led Rashaad into the living room area.
“Make yourself comfortable I’mma go call Vi and see what she up to. Hopefully she’ll come. You know how she is,” I said before spinning on my heels and heading toward the kitchen.
I was laughing inside. Rashaad really thought I was going to call Viesha so they can make up and be some happy sick twisted ass couple. No, it wasn’t going to happen. Whatever he did to piss her off, I wanted it to stay that way. I walked into the kitchen and took a seat at my counter. I looked down at my phone and ran my fingers across the screen.
“Hey Vi,” I said a loud, like she was on the phone… What you doing?... Oh yea? That’s what’s up you both should come over we can watch movies and stuff... Wow what happened?... So you really done with him, huh?... Well you sound really pissed Vi I’ll let you go call me if you want to talk about it. You know I’m always here for you.”
I allowed a few minutes to pass before joining Rashaad in the living room.
“She not with it right?”
“Nope, you really must have pushed all her buttons. She said she’s done and it’s not like it’s the first time she’s said that but I could tell by her tone that she really means it this time,” I said.
I watched his expression go from content to visibly upset. It pissed me off more knowing that her being mad at him really had this type of effect on him. She wasn’t the baddest bitch, but it seems like once niggas got a feel of her they had a hard time letting the bitch go. Just like Antwon crazy ass. I guess I should expect Rashaad to become a crazy stalker ass ex too. Nah I wasn’t going to let that happen.
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