Angelique snatched two sheets of paper towel off the role with a little too much force.
“That was a shock and a half.” She replied.
“I know right, I couldn’t believe it.” I shook my head.
Five minutes later breakfast was on the table and Dallas made her morning appearance looking bright eyed and bushy tailed. She had her hair up in a ponytail, a pink half shirt, and a fresh pair of white booty shorts. I swear this woman had a never-ending supply of those sexy shorts.
“Good morning all.” She pulled out a chair and happily sat down.
“Wasup babe, how’d you sleep?” I grabbed her hand.
“I slept like a baby, for a short time anyway.”
Angelique grabbed the orange juice from the fridge before placing two glasses on the table. She filled my regular sized glass and hers about half way full, but she placed the nearly full container right in front of Dallas.
“Where is my glass?” She looked up at Angelique curiously.
“Oh, you’re gonna wanna drink all that juice.” Angelique pointed at the carton.
“I’m not that thirsty or that greedy.” Dallas shot me a confused expression.
Angelique sat down in front of her plate, bowed her head, and started praying aloud.
“Dear lord, please give me the strength not to slap this woman, stab this woman with my fork, or slit her throat with this butter knife, thank you…Amen.”
Dallas and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows. We didn’t know if Angelique had lost her mind or what. I thought the whole incident was over but I guess I was wrong.
“What the hell is your problem Angelique?” Dallas rolled her eyes.
Angelique sighed heavily, took a bite of her raisin toast, and smiled as she chewed. I watched her eat, not bothering to touch my food at all. I wanted to hear her response just as much as Dallas did. She made us wait choosing to swallow her food before she spoke. Without uttering a single word, she pointed to a sterling silver cake dish in the middle of the table.
“Take off the top Dallas; I have something special jus’ for you.”
“I don’t want any cake.” Dallas objected.
“Oh it’s not cake sweetie, but it is a treat.”
I watched as Dallas irritatingly removed the silver lid from its base uncovering what was underneath. A scowl came over Dallas’s face, I leaned back in my chair, and Angelique shoved a forkful of eggs in her mouth as we all gazed at the so-called treat. It was two pregnancy tests.
“What the fuck are those for?” Dallas flicked her petite brown hand in disgust.
“Oh, those are little contraptions that you pee on…they tell you if you’re pregnant or not.” Angelique replied sarcastically.
“I know what they are bitch!” Dallas snapped.
“Good for you.” Angelique downed the rest of her orange juice, and then refilled her glass like a waiter.
This whole scene was really starting to get interesting to me. So I stayed quiet and just watched it unfold at the breakfast table.
“What, you want me to take a test?” Dallas pointed at the silver cake dish.
“Yeeeep.” Angelique bit half of her turkey bacon.
“FUCK THAT, AND FUCK YOU…I DON’T HAVE TO PROVE ANYTHING TO YOU!!!” Dallas stood up from the table.
Angelique kept chewing; she kept her eyes locked on me the whole time. Then she winked at me slyly.
“I was really hoping it didn’t come to this.” Her right hand suddenly disappeared under the table and reappeared with a gun in it. This time she sprang up from the chair. In one fast smooth motion, she pointed her pink pearl handle nine millimeter directly at Dallas’s astonished face. I started to get up also but I changed my mind deciding just to let this intense standoff play out.
“BITCH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN’!? ARE YOU FUCKIN’ CRAZY?” Dallas shouted raising her hands in the air.
Angelique grabbed the other half of her bacon and popped it in her mouth.
“Well, I might have a teaspoon of crazy in me, but that’s not why I’m pointing a gun at you.” She paused briefly to swallow her food. “Now, I’m goin’ to ask you one time and one time only…and if you lie…you die!”
Dallas threw her hands in the air again. “ASK ME WHAT!!!?” She yelled.
I watched as Angelique walked up to Dallas and put the barrel of the glamorous gun right on her forehead.
“Are you really pregnant?” Angelique asked slowly.
My food was getting cold but the kitchen was getting hotter by the second. I started once again to put an end to the girl on girl action but I remembered Angelique winking at me before it all began. I followed my instincts and remained still.
“Tyce please get this crazy bitch!” Dallas looked at me.
Angelique nodded her head toward my plate. “Eat your breakfast babe…come on now bitch don’t fuckin’ try and stall me out…since you don’t wanna let EPT tell me what I wanna know, I’ll let G A T ask you now…ANSWER THE FUCKIN’ QUESTION, ARE YOU PREGNANT?”
The room went absolutely silent, even the birds outside stopped chirping. It seemed like the whole world was waiting to hear the answer to Angelique’s question.
Dallas glared at Angelique, her fists balled up in anger, and she shut her eyes tight before she quietly whispered.
“No.”
“Who’s the crazy bitch now huh?” Angelique backed up shaking her head.
I couldn’t believe it! I really couldn’t believe it! What the fuck?
“So that was your test I found in the trash!” I pointed at Angelique.
“You found my test?” She looked shocked.
“Yeah, I was taking out the trash and the bag busted and the test fell out, I jus’ didn’t know who it belonged to.”
Angelique slid her gun across the table to me. She then snatched the pregnancy test off the dish and proceeded to rip it open. She tore open the plastic wrapper containing the purple and white stick and placed it on the table. Next, she took off her track shorts revealing her clean-shaven pussy. Angelique stood in the kitchen completely naked from the waist down!
“Jus’ so there’s no doubt about it, I’ma show you I’m real wit’ my shit.” She spread her legs a little. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll clean up after myself.”
Angelique removed the cap from the stick, put it under her pussy, and let out a steady flow of urine that soaked the stick and the slate tile floor under her polished toes. After she was done peeing, she put the still wet test on a paper towel placing in front of me.
“Jus’ give it a few minutes.” She said as her moist pussy was next to my bicep.
I was speechless, and apparently so was Dallas because her mouth was wide open in awe, but the strange thing was…that shit turned me on. The boldness, the nastiness, and the unconventional nature of it all made my dick hard. I couldn’t explain it, but none the less, my shit was pitching a tent in my baggy shorts.
Angelique noticed the bulge as she looked down, “I see someone is up this morning.” She smiled sexily at me, “Scoot your chair out.”
I did as I was told without hesitation.
“Slide down your shorts.”
I did as I was told, again without hesitation.
Angelique looked over her left shoulder at a flabbergasted Dallas as she mounted me.
“You’re not the only one that knows Tyce likes a little golden shower.” Angelique put her full lips next to my earlobe and whispered, “I didn’t wipe my pussy off jus’ for you.”
She reached down between my legs guiding me inside her wet tunnel. I could feel the dampness of her pussy as it closed in around my cock. I could smell her fruity body wash through her shirt, every time she leaned into me, I caught a fresh whiff of the scent.
“How does it feel?” She whispered in my ear again.
“It feels good babe.” I whispered back.
“This pussy is yours baby, all yours.”
Angelique grinded her saturated center into my mid section. H
er hips moved in slow lazy circles. I could see the muscles in her inner thighs flex as she moved to a steady unrushed beat.
“She lied to you baby, you can’t trust her.”
She tightened her pussy walls around my shaft.
“I’m all the woman you need.” She whispered in my ear.
Angelique grabbed my face gently. “We can finish fuckin’ later…unlike her, I don’t have to lie to you or steal your seed.” She raised her hips off my abdomen releasing my stiff cock.
Dallas heard that comment and rushed over towards us in a fitting rage.
“Shut the fuck up ho! It’s bad enough I gotta watch yo nasty ass piss all over the fuckin’ floor, but now you’re lying on me and talkin’ shit! Bitch I don’t need to steal his sperm!”
Angelique swung her long leg over my thigh and stood nose to nose with Dallas not caring about the fact that her bare ass and pussy was exposed.
“Oh really, you don’t need to steal his sperm huh? Ok, so why did you say your fake ass doctor was booked for like four weeks huh, tell me that? I’ll tell you why, it’s because you planned to fuck Tyce immediately and hope he got you pregnant- that way he would never know you lied!”
I stood up and put my dick back in its holster. I hated to admit it but what Angelique was saying made sense. I started to replay all the conversation last night between Dallas and I.
“I’m the realest bitch in the house! I would die for this man right here and I’ll be damned if I let a trifling bitch like you trap him! I knew what
you were up to when you opened your mouth last night, that’s why I fucked you up!”
During all the commotion, I picked up the test. My mind went back to when I was reading the instructions in my driveway that morning so I knew exactly what to look for. I smiled when I saw two clear pink lines.
“It’s positive…you’re pregnant.” I turned to face Angelique.
“Yes, you gon be a daddy…I didn’t even wanna tell you like this but this bitch left me no choice, I had to do it before she got knocked up!”
I held the little stick in my hand, “Why’d you lie to me Dallas?”
Silence replaced fury as she just stood there staring at me blankly. She was busted and there was nothing she could do about it.
“She was taking you away from me, she is a fuckin’ cheater and you picked her over me! You didn’t even believe me when I told you she was fuckin’ Sway!” Her eyes were beginning to tear up. “I was trying to protect you from her, don’t you see that?”
I shook my head, “All you had to do was squash it, that’s all you had to do. But instead, you took it to whole nother level, I mean what the fuck was your plan? You had to get pregnant to cover up your lie, you were gonna trap me…weren’t you?”
She looked down at the tile floor as if my answer was down there.
“ANSWER ME!!” I raised my hands.
“It would have happened sooner or later, why not now, what’s wrong with me havin’ your baby, is it because I’m not your precious Angelique!”
I gritted my teeth, “Bitch, I decide when I’m gonna have a child…NOT YOU! That was some real snaky shit you did, I thought I could trust
you! If it wasn’t for Angelique I would be walkin’ around nine months from now with two babies pushin’ a big ass double wide stroller and drivin’ a fuckin’ mini van!”
“Tyce please don’t be mad at me.” Dallas grabbed my hand.
I jerked away, “You know what the sad thing is?”
Dallas looked up at me crying, “What?”
“I have a pain in the left side of my chest because I loved you with all of my heart, and now I gotta let you go.”
Dallas grabbed my shirt in her fist.
“Nooo baby, why, don’t do this please, let’s talk about it, tell me what to do, tell me how to fix this! Pleeaassse!”
I pulled away from her grasp, “Jus’ like you can’t glue a shattered vase back together…it’s never gonna be as strong as it was…this relationship can’t hold water, I can’t trust you no more, you hafta leave. You can take your money with you cuz you earned that, but you can’t stay here.”
“You can’t jus’ throw me out, what am I supposed to do, where am I supposed to go?” Dallas pleaded her case.
Angelique chimed in, “Bitch you got four million dollars, and a car full of gas, you can go where ever you want but you can’t stay here, you want me to help you pack?”
“Fuck you Angelique!” Dallas spat.
“No Miss liar…fuck you.”
“Alright, that’s enough, Dallas you got an hour to get your things and bounce, what you don’t get now I’ll ship to you when you give me a forwarding address.” I started to walk out the kitchen.
“Why are you being so cold Tyce!” Dallas screamed at my back.
“You’re lucky I don’t throw your ass in the trunk with my punk ass daddy and drive both ya’ll asses off a fuckin’ cliff. The only reason I don’t slap the wisdom teeth out ya mouth is because I don’t hit the women I love. I still love you Dallas but that doesn’t mean I hafta be with you.” I never turned around.
Angelique picked up her shorts, finished off the rest of her orange juice, and grabbed her gun off the table.
“You know what Dallas…I really liked you. I liked hangin’ out with you, I liked fuckin’ you, I didn’t even mind sharin’ a man with you, but you fucked that all up when you tried to steal my man and start a family with a lie. That’s the difference between you and me…I’m a woman and you’re a girl.”
Threesome Minus One
To my surprise, Dallas left quietly. She only took her money and a suitcase full of her clothes. I didn’t say bye and neither did she, I think she was to embarrassed and heartbroken to face me. I hated to see her leave but the truth of the matter was I couldn’t have dishonest people around me, especially when it comes to my woman. I was shocked and hurt by what she did. To try and trap a man with a baby was the ultimate betrayal. If she would have come to me like a woman and asked me to have a child with her, honestly I would have considered it. But to go about it this way was unforgivable. Dallas showed just how selfish she truly was.
Angelique and I rode in silence in my Benz with Diego riding shotgun in the trunk. We could hear his body banging around whenever the car went over a bump. I knew he was in incredible pain but that shit didn’t faze me one bit…let him suffer was my mentality.
Angelique rolled down the window to let some fresh air in.
“I have two small tiny requests.” She held her thumb and forefinger a few inches apart.
“What are they?” I asked looking over at her in the passenger seat.
She took a deep breath, “Ok, I jus’ wanna have one last cigarette, I really need one really bad right now, and I promise this is my last one, I won’t smoke during my pregnancy.”
I laughed, “I guess one won’t hurt.”
“Thank you!”
She pulled out a pack and lighter from her purse and lit one immediately. Her head laid back against the head rest as she inhaled the calming smoke.
“What’s the next request?”
“Oh, can we please stop at Popeye’s cuz I’m craving fried chicken like a muthafucka!”
“Yeah no problem, I almost forgot you’re eating
for two now.”
“Yes I am.” She took another drag from her cigarette and started to say something but stopped.
“What were you gonna say?” I looked over at her.
“Never mind.” She blew the smoke out the cracked window.
“Naw, really, what’s on your mind?”
Angelique looked at me seriously, “I wanted to tell you that I really was on birth control but I guess it didn’t work. I didn’t get pregnant on purpose, I guess it was meant to be. I jus’ wanted you to know that.”
“I know babe, I never doubted you for one second.” I reached over and touched her belly.
“Are you happy about this? I mean do you wanna have a baby with
me?” Angelique bit her bottom lip.
She asked this important question while I was driving down a busy street in Los Angeles, California. I slowed down and came to a stop in the middle of traffic. Six cars came to a halt behind me and began honking their horns and cussing me out behind their windshields. I paid them no attention as I faced Angelique.
“If God lined up a million women and told me to choose one to be with, and have a child with…I would tell him no thanks, I already made my choice--I choose you.”
Angelique started to cry as the horns sounded off behind us.
“I fuckin’ love you Tyce.”
I chuckled a little, “I fuckin’ love you too Angelique.”
One Big Happy Family
“Oh my God that chicken was soooo good!”
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