“Yup, and there is nothing up with us.” I rolled my eyes. I knew Mel and I kicked it a lot, but I really didn’t like telling her or Asia about my personal business, because they are known to go behind people’s backs and gossip.
“Asia told me that she tried to warn you of their relationship.”
“What relationship?” I froze in place. OMG, I never even asked David how he and Asia knew each other.
“David and Asia had sex while they were in college,” she explained.
That dirty tramp. She knew she should have told me before I left the club with him. I didn’t know I was messing around with her leftovers. That is so nasty. But I didn’t share my thoughts or feelings with Melody. “No, I didn’t know that, but what we had was nothing, and we will not be seeing each other again.” I knew Asia was jealous of Jonathan and my relationship, but I didn’t think she would stoop that low. I couldn’t wait to see Asia because I had some choice words for her. “What do you mean it wasn’t nothing? Your husband is in the process of leaving you and—”
“How do you know that?” I cut her off.
“Mom said that your mother called her and told her that Jonathan called her and told her everything,” she stuttered.
I knew the whole family would know what went down because my husband had a big mouth. Every time we got into it, he would call my mother, and my mother would call everybody in her phone log but me. I haven’t talked to her since I went away to college, and that was how I wanted it to stay. She had done some stuff to me that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. She was the main reason why I never wanted to have any children.
16
Asia
As I walked up to the Colonial-style home, I could see the couple sitting in their car. I waved at them letting them, know that I was the Realtor. I was dressed formal in my gray pencil skirt, a dark orange blouse, and my medium-sized pumps.
“Hello, I’m Asia Underwood, and I’ll be showing you this house today,” I said as I extended my hand to shake the wife’s hand first, and then the husband’s. They had called me and told me that they were a newlywed couple, and they were looking for a home that they can expand their family in.
“Hello, Ms. Underwood, this is my wife Kathy, and I’m Jim,” the young redheaded man said with glee.
“Nice to meet you; please call me Asia,” I smirked. “Follow me so I can show you this beautiful 2,350 square foot two-story home. The listing price is two hundred and fifty-three thousand. It’s been on the market for about six months, so I can probably get that price lowered. The owners really want to get this place sold so they can move out of state.”
“I love the landscape and the spacious porch,” Kathy announced with excitement.
“Well, let’s see the inside,” I said after I opened the front door.
“Wow, I love the high ceilings! And, honey, look at the large bay window! It brings in so much sunlight to the living area.” Kathy was on cloud nine.
“I love the brick fireplace,” Jim pointed out.
“On the first floor, you have a formal dining room with dark wood floors and a carpeted living area. Let’s check out the kitchen.” I walked over to the kitchen, and they followed behind me.
“Wow, honey, this kitchen is huge. I like the forty-two-inch cabinets. The garnet countertops are gorgeous,” Kathy said as she slid her hands across the countertop.
“It has the new stainless-steel appliances that you wanted,” Jim piped in as he walked over to examine the refrigerator.
“Check out the ceramic tile floors,” I piped in.
“They are gorgeous. One thing I don’t like in here is the dark brown paint,” Kathy replied.
“Oh, that’s an easy fix. I can get a couple of gallons of paint and tackle that,” Jim said.
“Oh, no, you won’t. You can barely handle your toothbrush. I’m not giving you a paintbrush,” Kathy said, and they both burst out in laughter.
That was disgusting. I raised my brows at their enthusiasm and plastered on a smile. “Let’s go upstairs to check out the bedrooms.” After I showed them the upstairs, I took them out to see the huge fenced-in backyard. The couple seemed to be very interested in the property, and they wanted to put their offer in. After I set a time and date for them to meet me at my office to sign the paperwork, I rushed over to meet Steve at Outback Steak House. He had made dinner reservations for us.
As Steve and I sat at the small table, he kept looking at me like he wanted to tell me something, but he was having trouble with spitting it out. Did he know that I was creeping behind his back with Lance? Was he trying to figure out how to tell me that he no longer wanted to be in a relationship with me? I really enjoyed the time we spent together over the past few months. His business was doing well, and I was selling a good number of homes. Everything was well. But I needed to tell Lance that we could no longer see each other. I wanted to be with Steve because my children would be devastated if I broke it off with him. Even though I was lustfully attracted to Lance, I needed to do what was best for my family.
“Baby, I got something to tell you,” Steve stuttered, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Uh, what is it?” He was making me nervous. I saw the sweat beads on his temples.
“Do you love me?” he asked slowly.
Oh, no, he knows. “Yes, I love you.” I swallowed the huge lump in my throat. Lord, please don’t tell me he followed me like Sasha’s husband did and caught me in the act. But why would he bring me to a restaurant to tell me that?
“You have really been by my side, and I really appreciate you. I appreciate you helping me with my business, and you have done a great job with raising the kids.” He paused and took a sip of his water.
Here comes the . . . but, I thought to myself. I just sat silently and let him finish.
He reached his hand under the table as if he was getting something. He then stood to his feet in front of me. My eyebrows shot up in surprise . . . Was he about to—? Before I could get my thought out, he got down on bended knee and held out an open box. All I saw was a glistening two-carat diamond ring.
“Babe, I know this ring might not be as big as you may want, but I promise you I will get you something better when I can. I want to give you this token to show you that I love you and . . . Will you, um, marry me?” His face was soaked with perspiration.
“Oh my God, yes, yes! I will marry you,” I cried out in joy. I got up to hug my man. The people seated at the tables around us cheered and congratulated us. After we let go of our embrace, I sat back down and examined my ring. Yes, it was small, but it was beautiful, and I loved it. I couldn’t wait to tell Asia. But I really couldn’t wait to tell Sasha the backstabber. I wanted to throw it in her face that I was getting married, and she’s going through a divorce. She should’ve never married my first crush. But then my smile turned into a frown, and I had to catch myself because I didn’t want Steve to see my expression. I looked at him. He was feasting on this thick, medium-well steak and creamy roasted potatoes. He wasn’t paying me no mind. Now I really had to break it off with Lance. Something in my gut told me that he wasn’t going to take our breakup lightly.
17
Melody
I had been really going through some things in the past week, and I couldn’t believe the stuff that I was doing. I missed Rodney so badly, and I was so upset with him that I picked up random dudes to get over him. As I look in the mirror at myself, I’m ashamed of the reflection. What is this? Am I becoming a sex addict? But the only one I really wanted was Rodney. Why did I keep hopping in bed with other men that I’m not even in a relationship with? In the past, I would have never done that. All I want is love. Will I ever find love? My heart pumped spastically, and I had become weak in my knees as my tears clouded my vision. “All I want is to be loved,” I cried out.
I went over Tayvon’s house to eat, and I ended up having sex with him. I had come from being celibate for two years to having sex with three men within two weeks. I got in the shower and allowed
the hot water to run down my back. I shook my head in pity at the woman I had become as I revisited the night I had with Tayvon.
* * *
“You really know how to cook. This roast is so tender. You are gonna have to tell me your recipe.” I smiled at him as I sat on his love seat and ate the roast beef, macaroni and cheese, and cabbage that he cooked.
After we ate, we watched TV on his forty-two-inch flat screen. He sat on one love seat, and I sat on the other one across from him. His apartment was small and set up like a bachelor’s pad. He had two black love seats and a small, rectangle cocktail table set in the middle of the floor. Under the TV was his stereo and his game set and what seemed like over one hundred video games that he must have collected.
“Are you full?” he asked and walked over to sit beside me.
“Yup,” I answered. I was bored, and I was falling asleep. I should have gotten my butt up and went home. It was almost ten at night. He leaned over to me and grabbed my breast. He caught me off guard, but his aggressiveness turned me on. I sat still as he caressed both of my breasts in his hands before he lifted my shirt over my head. He then feasted on my breasts like they were his main course meal.
He slurped.
He licked.
He sucked.
He moaned and growled.
He held them tight and wiggled his face in between them. Then he started to bite on my nipple. “Ouch,” I cried out. He was acting like a wild animal. At first, I was enjoying it. I moaned out from the pleasure that I felt. Then after about forty-five minutes or more, I was like . . . really . . . Is he ever going to stop? After he lifted his face off my breasts, his face and my chest were soaked with his saliva. He wiped his mouth off with his hand and looked in my eyes and said, “Damn, baby, your breasts are nice and sweet.” I wanted to crack up laughing in his face, but I held my laughter in. It felt as if he sucked the black off of them. I was in pain by then. I guess he was a tittie man.
Then he pulled my pants down and placed them beside me on the couch. He propped my legs on top of his shoulders, and he went to town on my sweet spot just like he did on my breasts. I was in heaven. We both moaned as he gobbled me up. Another forty-five minutes went by before he got up and walked me to his bedroom. I checked my phone to see what time it was. It was after midnight. That fool had sucked me for two hours. Oh, I hoped his pipe game was tight because I was hot and ready to get my back blown out. We had sex once, about ten years ago. I couldn’t remember if he was packing or not.
I lay my naked, moist body across his king-size bed that was covered with black satin sheets. It was pushed beside the wall, and there was no headboard.
“Damn, you are sexy,” Tayvon panted as he gawked at my body. He put on his condom. It was dark in the room, so I couldn’t see what he was working with. He crawled into bed and positioned himself over me as he probed with his manhood to find my entrance. Then he huffed and started to pump.
“It’s not in yet,” I said softly. My insides were waiting and wanting to take in what he had to give.
“Yes, it is.” He panted like he was about to explode.
My body went limp from disappointment. You got to be kidding me. Then he pumped his last pump, exploded, and rolled over. I looked at him like he was disgusting. I wanted to say, “Is this a joke?” He was passed out. I got up and went to his bathroom to clean off and quickly put on my clothes.
“Are you leaving already?” he asked. He was still sprawled across the bed like he just worked a twelve-hour shift.
I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes, “Yes, I have to work in the morning.” I know he wasn’t thinking of a round two.
He sat his naked butt on the bed and looked at me. “If you want it, you got it forever.” He pointed to his heart with his finger and continued, “This ain’t no one-night stand, baby. Let’s cruise together.”
I twisted my face up like he had farted and the smell had got to me. Then I thought for a second and said, “Are you trying to get me with Smokey Robinson lyrics?”
“What you talking about? Woman, that’s D’Angelo’s song,” he said in his Gary Coleman voice.
I was speechless. Was he serious? I couldn’t take him or the pinky finger between his legs. I just shook my head and walked out the door. He was a waste of my time. I so wished I was with Rodney.
* * *
The water to my shower turned cold and brought me back to reality. I was going to get dressed and see if Rodney would come by so we could talk. I was still angry at him, so I was avoiding him. I wanted him to miss me, so I didn’t answer my phone or my texts. My body was growing feverish with desire just thinking about him. I was addicted to him. I needed to call him. I couldn’t go another day without seeing his face. I searched my phone and dialed his number. My palms became sweaty, and my heart thumped against my chest as I waited on him to answer.
18
Sasha
I stood in my living room looking out of the bay window at the next-door neighbor’s nappy-headed kids playing on my nicely manicured lawn. Then I walked at a fast pace out to the porch, yelled, and pointed my finger. “Get off my lawn; stay in your own yard.” They looked at me as if I scared them. They got their behinds out of my yard with the quickness. Their mom had no control over them. They had their bikes and ball all over my grass. Just no respect at all for other people’s property. I didn’t want my yard looking like theirs.
Steve kept my yard tight. It looked as if my grass was fake, it was so perfect. The bushes that lined my house were trimmed neatly. My house had the best curb appeal. Now my neighbors were paying attention to my yard, and they were asking me how they could get in contact with my lawn guy. I was ecstatic to tell them that he was my fiancé.
Steve was not only keeping the outside of my house looking nice, but he also kept the inside clean. I think he was OCD because everything had to be cleaned and in order. I didn’t mind it, though, as long as he didn’t get on my nerves. He did have the nerve to tell me the other day to watch how I talked to my kids, that I shouldn’t call them out of their names. I would’ve went off on him. But I counted to ten and calmly said, “These are my kids, and I will talk to them any way I please.” He just walked out of the room. What I wanted to say was . . . Boy, don’t come in my house trying to tell me how to interact with my kids. I was the one who gave birth to them, and I had been the only one taking care of them bastards their whole life.
I added the finishing touches to my makeup and headed out the door. I told Steve I was going to meet up with the girls, but I lied. I was going to meet up with Lance. It was time for me to tell him the truth. I no longer wanted to drag him along. I wouldn’t want anyone to lead me on like I was doing him. For several weeks, I had been messing around with two men, and it was becoming real hectic for me to try to keep up with both of them. I was surprised that Steve hadn’t noticed how I rushed to take a shower whenever I returned home from being with Lance. When I was being intimate with them, I prayed that I didn’t slip and call the wrong name, and I hoped that they wouldn’t be able to tell that I was cheating. I was really uncertain about which man I wanted to choose. But since Steve proposed to me, I had to get myself together and stop the little affair that I was having with Lance.
I walked into the small coffee shop and saw Lance looking all scrumptious, sitting at a table in the back. I had to control my sexual desire for him, because I was taken. I chose the coffee shop because I didn’t want to lead him on by having him meet me a top-star restaurant.
“Hey, beautiful.” He smiled and stood up and kissed me on my cheek. He always told me I was beautiful, and his words really helped me feel like I was.
“Hey, you.” I sat down at the table across from him and gave him a settled look. I was about to break his heart, and I knew it.
“I haven’t see you, and I’ve missed you over the past week. And when you called me, I wondered why you wanted to meet here, at a coffee shop, in the middle of spring. And you don’t even drink coffee.” He gave
me a puzzled look.
“Well . . . I needed to tell you something.”
He sat up in his chair. “What’s wrong?”
On the way here, I thought about how I was going to break the news to him. As I looked into his sad puppy dog eyes, I wanted to lie but decided that I needed to give it to him straight, no chaser. I inhaled and said, “Lance, I’m sorry, but we can’t see each other after today.” Then I let out a deep breath.
“What?” His face darkened with pain. His expression scared me. I went mute.
“Did you just dump me?” he growled and gave me an evil glare.
“I just think it’s time for us to go our separate ways,” I stuttered.
“Why? Is there someone else?” His lips curled with disgust.
No, is what I wanted to say, because it looked like if I said yes, he would’ve hauled off and smacked me. “My baby daddy just got out of jail, and he wants to try to work it out.” I looked in his fiery eyes, then threw in, “For the kids.”
“You lying bi—” The waiter walked up to our table and stopped Lance in the middle of his sentence.
“Can I get you two anything?”
“Yea, you can get her a toe tag ’cause she gonna need it.” Lance was talking to the waiter, but he glared at me.
Chills ran up my spine. I swallowed dryly and said, “We don’t need anything right now.” I gave the waiter a reassuring look so he would know everything was fine. But he was staring at Lance’s expression. Was everything going to be fine? The waiter slowly walked away.
“What is that on your finger?” He was sharp with his words.
Dang. I forgot to take the ring off. “Oh, this thing . . . It’s a friendship ring.” I was lying through my teeth, and when I looked up at Lance, I could tell that he knew I was lying.
“You must think I’m a damn fool. So you been playing with me all this time?” he bellowed ferociously.
“No, Lance, I haven’t been playing you.” My eyes widened incredulously. I was trying to hide the guilt from my face, but I don’t think I was doing a good job.
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