“Should be within the next two weeks. Man, she got at least two abortions. She killed two of my babies.” Nikayah couldn’t let it go.
“It’s over, man. But as far as business is concerned I got you. Make sure you holler as soon as you hit the bricks, a’ight?” “Whatever, yo!” He slammed the phone down.
By the time Tasha got back to the house it was almost 2:00 P.M. She had to make two trips from the car to the apartment. She set the food bags in the kitchen and took the clothing bags into the bedroom.
She went back to the kitchen to put the sandwiches and fries on a platter, poured him some juice and took it into the bedroom where Trae was sitting up in the bed talking on his cell phone and channel surfing. She set the meal down on the nightstand next to him and said, “It’s still hot,” before heading to the bathroom to wash her face and hands and brush her teeth and hair.
“What up, playa!” he said when he hung up his cell phone.
“How did it go?”
“It went good. Glad it’s over.”
“Me too. Come here,” he said. She climbed on the bed and gave him a kiss. “You wear short skirts every day like this to work?” he asked, reaching up under it and pulling off her panties.
“No, I wear white pants and a white shirt to work. Your food is going to get cold.” She handed him the plate, got up and sat on the love seat to watch him eat.
“What? You heard my stomach growling across town?”
“No, I just figured you would like something to eat. Did you get some sleep?”
“What little I could in between your phone ringin’ off the hook.”
“Sorry ’bout that. I meant to turn off the ringer before I left, but I rushed out and forgot. You didn’t have to answer it.”
“That’s the only way I could get it to stop ringin’. Your job called. I told them you would be out for the rest of the week. You forgot to call them?”
“I sure did. I didn’t think about it until after I took my exam. You can’t keep me out of work all week,” she teased.
“Yes I can. Check it out. Guess who else called?”
“Who? My mom, my brother?”
“Neither. Nikayah. That nigga might be out by the end of next week.”
“I don’t care when he gets out. Why did you accept his call?” Now she was agitated.
“I told you that’s one of my partners. I needed to holla at him.”
“What did he say about you answering the phone?”
“What could he say? Y’all ain’t fuckin’ no more. That nigga know what time it is. We talked a good ten minutes.” Trae got up to go brush his teeth. She watched his naked body as he walked by on his way to the bathroom.
When he came out the bathroom he went over to where she was sitting, leaned over and kissed her, pulling and sucking on her tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Then he whispered in her ear, “I don’t want no shit between you and Nikayah. If I catch you even talking to him, I’ma put a cap in the both of ya asses.”
“Don’t be checkin’ me. Nigga you need to be checkin’ your boy.”
“I already did. I also told that nigga don’t call here no more, he ain’t got no pussy up in here. Anything here belong to him?”
“Nope. I tossed all his shit out months ago.”
“What about the Beamer?”
“What about it?
“Whose is it?”
“Trae! That title is in my name. It belongs to me.”
“But you giving it back. I’ll get you another one or whatever it is you feel like driving.”
“I’m not givin’ it back Trae. That belongs to me.”
“Tash you my woman, right?”
“I like that car Trae,” she whined.
“Answer my question. Are you my woman or not?” She shook her head up and down.
“Well, then I’m givin’ the fuckin’ car back. Trae’s woman ain’t gonna be drivin’ around in some shit some other nigga bought. You know I ain’t goin’ out like that.”
He palmed her butt.
“I told Nikayah that when I’m hittin’ it and about to bust a nut I be wantin’ to call out his name.” He smiled, then yelled, “Thank you Nikayah, for fucking up!”
“That’s not funny Trae. What was y’all niggas doin’, comparing notes?”
“Nah, ma, it wasn’t like that. I told that nigga that he had a queen, somebody that was holdin’ it down for him, and he fucked up. He also told me you had two abortions.”
“That big mouth! It was one. And I only told him two because I was mad at him.”
“Was y’all still together when you got the abortion?”
“No, Trae. I found out I was pregnant after I bounced.”
“What would you do if you got pregnant by me?”
“I’m on the pill. I won’t be getting pregnant any time soon. I got too much shit to do before I decide to have babies.”
“That’s not answering my question.”
“I would discuss it with you first.”
“I would hope so. Oh, your other call was from Jeffrey. He said he’ll have his rent money next week.”
“I don’t even want his money. I want him to move out.” “How come?”
“For starters, he’s always cooking swine and the smell makes me sick. Plus he’s always late, and now he’s two months behind. I’ma just evict him.”
“How much does he owe you?”
“Now it’s up to eight hundred and fifty dollars.”
“Oh! Hell no!” He got up and grabbed his pants.
“Which floor does he live on?”
“The second. Why?” She watched him put on his Tims and stick his gat in the back of his waist. “How many niggas live down there?”
“Trae I know you are not going down there,” Tash said, jump-ing off the bed. “He might not be home.”
“I’ma find out,” he said, throwing on his shirt.
“How many?”
“Just him. His girl moved out. Trae please don’t go down there.” She followed him out of the bedroom.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Oh, God. Trae please don’t go down there.”
“I’ll be right back.”
She slammed the front door, went back to the bedroom and flopped down on the bed. After about fifteen minutes he came back into the bedroom. He threw some money on the dresser and went in the bathroom. He came out drying his hands off and wiping off his gat.
“That’s seven hundred and ninety. I told him he got until Sunday to get the fuck out.” Tash just looked at him as if he was crazy.
“Why you lookin’ at me like that?”
“You’re crazy Trae.”
“Call me what you want. Ain’t nobody gonna punk my woman Tasha. What did you expect me to do, just lay here and not say nothin’?” He shook his head and mumbled, “Nigga got me all worked up. Turn my cell phone on for me. I’m expecting a couple of calls.” He took off his clothes.
“So where we gonna go?” he asked, laying back down on the bed and laying her head across his chest as if nothing happened.
“What do you mean ‘where we gonna go’?”
“Away. Leave tomorrow. I’m so fuckin’ stressed that if I don’t take a break, I’ma fuckin’ explode.” He ranted.
“Well, you sure are good at concealing it. I see that I got a lot to learn about you.”
“And I got a lot to learn about you. So we might as well get it started. Now let’s go away.”
“If it’s going to help you relieve some stress I’m down with it. But I still gotta get ready for my graduation.”
“We’ll be back by then. Today is Monday. I’ll have you back by Friday, no later than Sunday,” he said, running his fingers through her hair. “No cell phones, no pagers, just me and you getting to know each other. I gotta make sure I’m not in love with just the pussy. Gotta make sure you’re wife material and I gotta see if I can stand to be around you for a few days in a row,” he teased.
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��Oh, it’s like that?”
“Yeah, I know you don’t want me to lie.”
“That works both ways, playa. I need to make sure I’m not mesmerized with the fact that you can make me come over and over. I gotta see if I can stand waking up next to you a few days in a row. No comment on the husband material.”
“Oh, it’s like that?”
“Pretty much. I know you don’t want me to lie.”
“A’ight, then. It’s on! Choose between let’s see St. Thomas, Aruba, LA or South Beach. That Club Amnesia is the spot. We can do some serious clubbin’.”
“Hmmm. Clubbin’ does sound good. Well, let’s cross out St. Thomas and Aruba. And South Beach just to hit Club Amnesia I don’t think so, playa. It’s Cali hands down.”
“Bet! We’ll leave first thing in the morning. I’ll leave you my platinum card so you can make all the arrangements.”
“Tomorrow morning? What about the afternoon? Trae, I would like to get my hair, nails, and feet done and then do some shopping.”
“You can do all that shit out there. Go to the salons where the celebs go and, as far as shopping, you can hit the real deal. Go straight to Gucci, Chanel, Versace, and Prada. Knock yourself out. We ain’t packin’ shit, a’ight?”
“If you say so, playa.”
“I got you a graduation present.”
“Did you? Where is it?” she squealed.
“In that duffel bag I brought in with me.”
Tash jumped up and ran to the living room to look for the duffel bag. When she handed it to him she was having a hard time concealing her excitement. He pulled out a long, wide box and handed it to her. The box, tied with a silver bow, had a picture of a graduation cap on it and the word “Congratulations” scrawled all over it. She opened it up and pulled out an iced-up tennis bracelet with her name Tash written in diamonds.
“Trae!”
“Bling, fuckin’ bling Tash,” he laughed as he saw her eyes light up.
“I wish I had a video camera so you could see your face. Is this blingin’ or what?” He took it from her. “Let me put it on you. You like it? What’s up? You can’t talk?”
“I can’t believe you did this. Thank you, baby.” She grabbed him and kissed him on the lips.
He handed her the duffel bag.
“That’s your stash for emergencies. Put it away somewhere.” She unzipped the duffel bag and ran her fingers over the neatly stacked and wrapped bills.
“Put it away,” Trae told her.
She got up and went into the closet where her safe was. Trae turned off the TV and turned up the radio. When she finally came back out, she flopped down next to him. He picked up his cellular phone and looked at it.
“Tash, I thought you turned it on for me.”
“I thought I did,” she said, sitting up.
“I was wondering why it wasn’t ringing. I’m expecting two calls,” he said, turning it on. He unbuttoned her blouse then slid it off. Then he leaned over and began teasing her nipples with his tongue as he yanked her skirt and slip off.
“C’mon, ma,” he whispered huskily. “Get back on top.”
She straddled him then grabbed a pillow and fluffed it out, placing it behind him.
“Thank you, baby,” he said to her. She was now fondling his dick, squeezing and massaging it until he moaned. Then she put the head to her opening and slid down on it.
“Move slow, ma. Let me watch you move nice and slow. Damn! This feels good,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “That’s right. Relieve some of daddy’s stress.”
“Open your eyes! You wanted to watch me so watch me,” she reminded him.
His cell phone started ringing. “Fuck!” he mumbled as he picked up.
“Yo nigga! What you doing?” Tasha could hear the screaming voice, loud and clear.
“Who dis? My woman is ridin’ my dick, man. What you think? Why you got to know what I’m doin’? You got one minute to tell me what I want to hear. Go!” Then he turned his attention back to Tash saying, “Tash slow it down, baby.”
Trae was talking to the caller and telling Tasha how to fuck at the same time.
“Tell that nigga I’ll be up that way in a couple of hours,” he said to the caller.
“Tash slow down. I don’t want you to cum yet.” Then turning his attention back to the caller he said, “Yo kid, your time’s up. I’ll holla at you later.”
He grabbed her butt and held her still to turn up the radio.
“Now go ahead and work it. I’ma watch the show. I won’t close my eyes. This is the shit!” he said, turning up the volume some more.
“Go ahead and cum while this record is on.”
They were grooving to Crazy Town singing, Come, my lady. Come, come, my lady. You’re my butterfly, sugar baby. I make your legs shake. You make me go crazy.
Tash came while the song was playing. He was cracking up. He reached up and tongue-kissed her, running his tongue over the ice on her tongue. “Ma, I needed a video camera. That shit was tight! You’re now my little butterfly. You know what I’ma do?” he asked, slapping her behind. “I’ma buy that CD, and when we get a chance we gonna make us a video. We gonna have some disco lights, and I’ma lay in the middle of the bed. You gonna be on top, and that record is gonna be playin’ while you’re cumming.”
“Trae you done lost your mind. That record is corny,” she said still out of breath.
“That shit was tight Tash. You my little butterfly. You know what else I’ma do?”
“What Trae?” she was now putting passion marks on his neck and chest.
“I’ma get you an iced-up butterfly necklace. That shit’ll be tight, yo”
“Trae baby, are you goin’ to make me cum again or what?” “See what I’m talkin’ ’bout? You betta recognize that you can’t get this kinda service from just anybody.” He flipped her over, putting one of her legs over his shoulder, and started grinding. “How does this feel?”
“Baby ... it ... feels good,” she moaned.
Just then the cell phone rang again. “Damn!” Trae blurted. “Baby, don’t answer it.” Tasha warned as she slowed down her pace.
He ignored her. “Who dis?” Trae asked, breathing heavily. “I’m trying to bust a nut! He held the phone straight up and yelled out “Can I bust nut? I just need a couple of minutes more! I can’t believe this shit! Why? Today is not my day. Everybody wants to know what the fuck Trae’s up to.” He put the phone near to Tash’s mouth. Her eyes were closed, and she was moan¬ing, not realizing she was now on the phone.
“Trae cum with me,” she moaned.
He put the phone back to his ear. “You ain’t got it like that no more. Give your brother the phone. I don’t want to talk to you. Give Kay the fuckin’ phone!” he yelled. “Kay, why the fuck you give her this number, man? This is a new number. Ain’t but one bitch got it, dawg.” Trae’s attention was focused on the call, not realizing he had offended Tasha.
She dug into his flesh. “Who you calling a bitch?”
“ARRGHH!” he yelled.
“Watch the nails Tash! Tash move your nails!” He warned.
She dug deeper. “Who you callin’ a bitch? This is the second time and it better be your last.”
“Ah, shit!” He hung up the phone and reached back to pull her nails out. She wouldn’t let go. “Tash you fuckin’ drawin’ blood!” he yelled.
“I know,” she said. “There are no bitches in here.”
“Oh, it’s like that, huh?”
“You ain’t know?”
“Okay, then.” He grabbed her leg, put it over her shoulder, and started grinding real hard. She started moaning and loosened her grip as he penetrated even deeper. “You like it rough don’t you?”
“Trae baby, wait,” she said, removing her nails. He then pulled out of her and turned her over to hit it doggy style. He entered her as deep as he could, while massaging her clit. She kept hol-lering, “Oh, God. Trae!” Her legs started shaking as he picked up the pace, and they ex
ploded together. She bit into her pillow as he placed bite marks on her back, causing her to grit her teeth. As she collapsed on the pillow, he put his arms around her and held her.
“My butterfly,” he said laughing. “I can’t get that song or you out of my mind. You a’ight?”
“You was wrong for that Trae.” She could barely talk.
He was still laughing. “I keep trying to tell you that you ain’t runnin’ shit.”
“Fuck you Trae.”
“Ma, you’ve been doin’ that since the night we went to the show, and I’ve been enjoying every minute of it.” He kissed her on the forehead. “I gotta call Kay back. You made me hang up on him,” he said as he speed dialed. She snuggled up close to him as he talked to Kay, who he promised to catch in a couple of hours before hanging up.
“You can’t stay?” she asked.
“Nah, I won’t be able to swing back this way until later. Make sure we leave from Philly airport. We got a good four or five days together. We’ll kick it just like we did today, a’ight?”
“Okay.” She didn’t want him to leave.
“Oh! Let me make one more call.” He dialed some numbers. “Yo, Al! What up, man? Yeah, it’s me. Listen, I want you to make me a butterfly.” Then after a brief silence, he added, “Of course, it’s for a female. Not too big, not too little. A necklace. Yeah, ice it up! Bling, fuckin’ bling, baby! Bet. Yeah, she liked the bracelet. A’ight, man, I’ll holla at you.”
Chapter 7
Trae and Roz reclined their first class seats all the way back as he stewardess gave them both a blanket and a pillow. They had so much fun that neither of them wanted the trip to end. They shopped until they dropped. They went to Armani, Versace, Gucci, Chanel, Prada and every other boutique they could hit.
They went swimming, roller skating, and to the gym every morning and clubbing every night. But the thing they enjoyed the most was just kicking it with each other.
Trae brought his video camera, boom box and the Crazy Town CD with “Butterfly.” He hooked up some colorful lights and made his video of Tash on top, having an orgasm while Butterfly was playing. Tash reluctantly admitted that it came out real cute.
“What up, playa? Why you so quiet?” Trae asked, interrupting her train of thought.
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