Single Ladies 5&6

by Blake Karrington

  Copyright © 2014 by Blake Karrington and Chris Booker

  Published by: Dynasty Publishing

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  This book is published under the copyright laws of the United States. All rights reserved including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. No part of this book may be used, reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission from Dynasty Publishing, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  Single Ladies is back with a brand new series. Get ready to deal with the drama we all experience on a day to day basis. Baby daddy drama, side chick issues, divorce, child custody, child support, medical issues, money problems, infidelity, lust, in laws, jobs, the police, incarceration and everything else that could have a damn issue.

  This hood soap is raw and uncut and it is somewhat of a guide to living life in the hood. Fuck a seat belt, ride wit me in this series with no brakes, and don’t worry about crashing cause I got you. What it do!

  Chapter 1

  What would I do without your smart mouth,

  Drawing me in and you kicking me out,

  You got my head spinning, no kidding I can’t pin you down,

  What’s going on in that beautiful mind?

  I’m on your magical mystery ride, and I’m so dizzy, don’t know what hit me, but I’ll be alright,

  My heads under water, but I’m breathing fine. You’re crazy, and I’m out of my mind.

  Cause all of me, loves all of you,

  Love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections,

  Give your all to me, I’ll give my all to you,

  You’re my end and my beginning, even when I lose I’m winning.

  Cause I give you all of me, and you give me all of you.”

  John Legend’s voice filled the large bedroom as it flowed from the Bose speakers on the small table by the window. Kim lay naked on her stomach on the queen size bed. Lamar caressed the back of her thighs, and slowly caressed her soft full hips with his large rugged hands. Her body was toned, and as he massaged her soft spots, he memorized every curve of it.

  “Damn boy, you better stop before this turn into some—”

  Kim’s last word was cut off by a gasp as Lamar’s warm tongue slid down the crack of her ass. Kim rocked with his tongue as it explored her. He slowly left her aching box, and formed a trail of hot kisses up her spine. He stopped at the center of her back and bathed it with his tongue.

  “Nigga, why you gotta play so much?” Kim chuckled, while rolling over onto her back. “You better finish what you started,” she teased, spreading her legs and seductively rubbing on her inner thighs.

  Lamar stood up on the bed, looking down at her as he began to peel his shirt off. A pair of sweat pants and some boxers was the only thing standing between his rock hard dick and Kim’s soft gushy candy yam. Kim smiled mischievously as she began to caress her engorged clit. Lamar licked his lips and kicked off his sweatpants.

  Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong!

  “Fuck!” Kim yelled, throwing her head back on to the pillow, pissed that someone was interrupting her morning love making session.

  Lamar jumped down off the bed, grabbed his pants, slid them up, and stormed out of the room and down the staircase. Kim was right behind him, grabbing the first piece of clothing she could get her hands on. Placing the red bathrobe over her body, she ran down the steps. Lamar did not look out the window to see who was at the door. He flung the door open and was met by a set of eyes that were full of shock, and then hurt. Falisha stood in front of him, looking like a lost child. All the anger he felt disappeared and was replaced by guilt and shame.

  “Who da fuck is banging on my door?” Kim shouted as she walked up behind Lamar and peeked her head around him to see who it was.

  Falisha looked at Kim and then back at Lamar. Neither of them were wearing much, and they were agitated at the interruption. She had obviously interrupted something, but what? Lamar was her man, and this shit was about to be answered.

  __________

  Sitting in the passenger side, Tammy flipped the sun visor down to check her make-up and hair in the mirror. She had been looking forward to tonight all week. It was date night with Darious, and being with him was like floating on a cloud. She was free from kids, and no work tomorrow! It was the Lord’s day, and her day of rest.

  “Can you stop at the Rite-Aid?” Tammy asked, looking over at Darious, who was humming to himself.

  “Yeah sure, it’s one coming up in a couple of minutes,” he said, taking her hand and kissing it. You know you don’t have to try so hard. You got a natural beauty,” he said, cutting his eyes over at her.

  Tammy smirked. She loved being complimented by him. It made her feel beautiful and desired. He was smooth enough not to make them sound corny or insincere. They had been spending more time together, getting to know each other, and Darious had been nothing less than a gentleman. Darius had catered to Tammy’s every need, and he had displayed great restraint in the sex department. There had been no pressure from him, and he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her as a person. That made Tammy’s lower region tingle more for him, and she had made the decision that tonight she was going to put her rabbit away, and slide down on something bigger than two inches. She rested her hand on his thigh, leaned over and kissed his cheek, sending a jolt from his thigh to his dick

  Darious turned into the parking lot of the Rite Aid. He put the car in park and turned off the engine.

  “Aight, missy hurry up.” Darious said jokingly.

  Tammy laughed and got out of the car, headed toward the store.

  As she disappeared through the doors, her cell began to ring in the passenger seat. Darious looked down at it, the phone trilled like it was trying to make him pick it up and answer it. He bit his lip and looked out the window.

  “Damn, is her voicemail going to pick up?” Darious said, picking up the phone to swipe ignore. Instead, he hit answer. “Shit,” he looked towards the doors of the store and put the phone on speaker, “Yo.”

  The automated message stated, “You have a prepaid call, you will not be charged for this call. This call is from Chris.”

  Darious hung up the phone. He sighed and laid the phone back on the seat. He had planned this night for a minute, and he didn’t want anything to interrupt it. He picked the phone up again and pressed the power button. He wanted tonight to be perfect and flawless.

  Tammy chewed her bottom lip as the cashier rang up the condoms, four bottles of 5 Hour Energy, chips and the Fiji water she knew that Darious liked.

  “Umm girl, you look like you bout to have a good night. That will be $22.50,” the cashier said, placing her items in the white plastic bag.

  Tammy laughed and swiped her ATM card. She keyed her code, and the cashier handed her the receipt.

  “Thank you,” Tammy said and walked towards the doors

  “You went in there to get some snacks?” Darious asked when Tammy got back into the car with a small bag.

  He was hoping that she didn’t notice that her phone was off, but Tammy picked right up on it. She looked at the blank screen then over at Darious. He had to think of something quick, and said the first thing that came to his mind.

  “Just me and you tonight.” He smiled as he grabbed his phone from the center c
onsole and turned it off right in front of her face.

  Tammy studied him for a moment. She caressed his face, and leaned over and kissed him slowly. She was glad they were on the same vibe. Darious slid his hand down her back, her kiss almost made him forget about the jailhouse phone call, but for now, he wasn’t going to think about it too much. However, at some point, they would have to talk about it.

  __________

  Lamar applied pressure with the dishtowel to the right side of Ms. D’s head. There was a pool of blood on the floor, some on the sink, and blood on her face.

  “Come on Ms. D, the ambulance is here. Stay wit me.” Lamar yelled as he cradled her head. Ms. D was watching Falisha, Lisa, Kim, Tammy and Lamar’s kids. Falisha had stopped by to check on them and found Ms. D face down in a pool of blood. Ms. D’s wound was bleeding so much that she had to grab a second dishtowel for Lamar.

  “Shit, she bleeding a lot!” Falisha said.

  The EMT came into the kitchen. Lamar stood slowly as the EMT placed oxygen over Ms. D’s mouth.

  “We got it, sir,” the EMT said, placing an inflatable pillow under her head and a neck brace on her neck.

  Lamar walked out onto the porch to join Kim, and Falisha followed. Falisha looked down at the trail of blood that led from the kitchen; it looked like Ms. D was trying to crawl out of the kitchen and had collapsed. When Falisha saw her, she wasn’t sure if someone was still in the house, and she ran over to Lamar’s for help.

  “Shit, the kids! I need to go check on them,” Lamar said, stopping by the steps. The EMT had Ms. D on the gurney, and they were rolling her through the doors.

  “No,” Falisha said grabbing Lamar’s arm. “You go with Ms. D, me and Kim gon’ stay here with the kids,” Falisha said cutting her eyes at Kim. Even with the shit that was going down, she wanted to get at what the hell was going on with the two of them. Falisha was going to get answers as to what the fuck was going on with him answering the door half-naked, and Kim wearing his robe, obviously with nothing on under it. She had to be cool about it, so Lamar wouldn’t pick up on how pissed she was, and she knew asking him what was going on would only result in a lie. She was going to get the truth out of Kim, and she needed his ass out the way while she got her answers.

  Lamar looked at Ms. D on the stretcher and then back at Falisha. He walked slowly to the ambulance. Before stepping in, he turned to look back at the two women, and his stomach tightened. Leaving the two of them alone could not result in anything good, but Ms. D needed him. He stepped into the back of the ambulance. He had a feeling his cake was about to be destroyed, he had each woman thinking she was wifey. One thinking they had somewhat of a relationship, and the other thinking they were on their way to becoming an official couple. Shit was crazy with Ms. D, but he had a feeling that his head could end up bleeding like hers once the two woman talked to each other

  “Let me try to call Tammy,” Kim said, walking over to the house phone.

  “You fuckin’ Lamar?” Falisha asked bluntly.

  Kim placed the phone down and turned to Falisha. She was aware of the fact that they messed around from time to time, but that was it, or at least that is what she thought.

  “Why you asking me about Lamar?” Kim shot back.

  “Because Lamar is my man,” Falisha said, placing her hands on her hips.

  Kim laughed and waved her hand at Falisha, but the look in Falisha’s eyes made her stop laughing. “Oh you serious?” Kim said, walking over to the couch.

  Falisha sat down beside her. “Yeah, man.”

  “Are you serious?” Kim asked jokingly, thinking Falisha was playing.

  The look on Falisha’s face wasn’t that of a woman who was joking around. Looking in her eyes, Kim could see that Falisha was serious. She was shocked at this crazy turn of events. The room became silent, and all Kim could do was shake her head.

  Judging from the expression on Kim’s face, Falisha could tell that Kim, like her, had fallen for the lies Lamar spewed. Whatever the case may have been, all of Lamar’s dirty little laundry was about to come out.

  __________

  Chris went back to his cell, sick as a dog with worms. After hearing another man answering Tammy’s phone, all kinds of thoughts ran through his head. He knew that Tammy had been seeing someone, but being hit in the face with the reality of it made his emotions run out of control. Hurt, anger, and betrayal all coursed through his body with each step he took. He felt his head spin, and his vision had a red haze.

  “Damn, my nigga. The police is about to call lock-down,” Chris’ celly, Deacon said, coming into the room. “You gon heat ya food up?”

  “Nah homie, I’ll eat dat shit in the morning,” Chris replied and leaned back on his bed.

  Food was the last thing on his mind. At the moment, the vision of Tammy riding another nigga’s dick played in his head like a 3D movie. The thought of her fucking another nigga, and the dude being around his kids made his stomach tighten and burn. He stared at the ceiling.

  “Man, you okay?” Deacon asked.

  “I’m good, man.” Chris said, turning over to face the wall. There wasn’t anything he could do about the situation at the moment. He closed his eyes and prayed for sleep.

  __________

  Falisha crossed her legs and listened to Kim break down everything about her relationship with Lamar. Kim expressed her love for Lamar, and how they were on their way to planning a life together. They had been seeing each other a while, but had kept their relationship between the two of them. They wanted to ensure that it was solid before announcing it to the world. Kim sat back on the couch, the women were quiet. Kim thought she was playing it smart with Lamar. She knew that Lamar had some situations to handle, like his fling with Falisha. Kim had decided to sit back, be patient, and keep things private until he worked his issues out. In her heart, she knew that Lamar needed to get things in check, and she didn’t want any of his issues to become hers. At the end of the day, Kim had felt that she wore the crown, and would get the jewels because she did live with him, and he came home most nights to her bed.

  Kim made things crystal clear for Falisha, and it explained Lamar’s behavior lately. He had toggled between being friends, and being together. Lamar was the best at keeping her off keel.

  The best trick of the devil is to convince you he doesn’t exist, and Lamar’s trick was his honesty. He had told Falisha that he was still seeing other females because he wasn’t sure about how sincere Falisha’s feelings were for him. She had hurt him a couple times before, and he couldn’t bring himself to commit to her until he was sure she was really ready for there to be a them. She knew he had been playing around, but she thought the chicks were random. Now she was finding out they weren’t random, but one steady, Kim.

  “So now what?” Kim asked, having laid all her cards out on the table.

  Falisha looked over at Kim with one eyebrow up. She then reached for her tote bag over on the coffee table. She shook her head as she rambled through the bag until she found what she was looking for. For a second, Kim thought that Falisha was going to pull out a gun and shoot her. If anybody was crazy enough to do something like that, it would have been her. But instead of a gun, Falisha pulled out a sandwich bag of some Ole Gran Daddy Kush, along with some swisher sweets to roll up with.

  “I’m not letting him go,” Falisha said as she crumbled up some weed on the table.

  Kim looked at her like she was crazy; she felt the same way. After all that was said, neither woman was ready to let Lamar go so fast, and the only reason the two women weren’t rolling around on the ground fighting like cats and dogs right now, was because of their friendship and the love they had for each other. There was no way possible they were going to let a man ruin their friendship, but at the same time, love was very unpredictable.

  “Well, I’m not letting him go either,” Kim said, which Falisha expected. “So may the best bitch win,” Kim said as she dug in the bag of weed and pu
lled out some Kush to roll up for herself.

  They both just sat there blowing on the weed, trying to figure out how in the world they were going to deal with this situation. It seemed crazy, but Lamar was the type of man that most women hoped to have in their life. Kim and Falisha both knew his potential, and they knew that whoever he chose to give his heart to would be happy.

  __________

  Ms. D laid back in the bed. She had eight stiches on the side of her skull, and an IV to replace the fluids and blood she’d lost. Lamar had spoken to the doctor; he told the doctor he was Ms. D’s son, so that he could get the information he needed about her condition. She had gotten dizzy and fallen. She hit her head on the sink, and the last thing she remembered doing was washing the dishes and drying out Na Na’s bottles. Everything after that was a blur. Although she was getting on up in age, she told herself that she was healthy. She had been having dizzy spells, but none when she had been babysitting. She wasn’t on any medication and felt great most of the time. Lamar shook the doctors hand and took a seat beside Ms. D’s bed.

  “Did he say when I could get out of here?” Ms. D asked, looking at Lamar.

  “No, they need to run some more tests on you. So just sit back and relax. That is a nasty gash.” Lamar said as he poured a cup of water for her. The door opened and a petite brown skinned nurse entered.

  “Excuse me, nurse. When can I leave?” Ms. D asked, ignoring Lamar.

  “Doctor Patrick wants to check you out before he discharges you. I’m going to take some more blood from you in a few minutes,” the nurse answered.

  Ms. D smacked her lips, and began mumbling curse words to herself under her breath.

  Lamar tried to hide his smile as he watched her pout like a toddler.

  Ms. D looked out the window. Hospitals, doctors, needles, medicine and fucking bills. The cherry on top is usually some kind of bad news about your life. That is why she had stayed away from doctors and anything medical for the last two years. Her head began to throb, reminding her that she had no choice now, but to sit, wait, and pray about the damn test they would be running on her. Patience wasn’t one of her strong suits, and waiting was going to be more painful than the stiches in her head.