by Jacob Spears
“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about where you just came from?”
“You know where I just came from. I came from the store.”
“That’s it?”
China thought for a second before answering.
“Yeah, that’s it!”
“Okay, but just remember, you started it!” Smooth was visibly hurt.
“Started what?”
“You leave out of here saying you’re going to the store that’s five minutes away. You come back an hour and half later with a few items in a bag, but I’m supposed to believe that you only went to the store?”
“Why the fuck wouldn’t you believe me if that’s what I told you?”
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” Smooth shouted, and got up from the edge of the bed.
“I’m talking to you mutha ...”
Smooth’s hand connected with the side of China’s face.
“Where were you?”
“Why do you think I went anywhere else?” she cried.
Smooth grabbed her by her upper arms and pulled her to her feet.
“This is why!”
He raised her right hand to her eyes. China stared in disbelief at the dried blood on her hand.
Chapter 9
China had never lied to Smooth and she wished she hadn’t that night. Since then, things had taken a turn for the worse in their relationships. Three days had passed since he slapped her and she lied to him. Three days and there was very little that he said to her. Whenever he did talk to her, it was only in response to something she’d asked him. China hated the treatment she had been receiving from him, but she accepted it because she knew she deserved it. Still, she wanted to know when it would end, so she tried everything from sex to cooking.
Smooth declined it all.
“How long are you going to treat me like this?” she asked.
Smooth was also tired of the awkward silence between him and his girl. He also wanted to end it, but he couldn’t allow it to just yet. China needed to be taught a lesson.
“Until I get tired. Or you get tired.”
“Whatever,” she replied, then got up and stormed off.
“What are you up to?” he approached Monica, as she tapped away on the computer.
“Nothing much. Just talking to my girl in Japan.”
“What’s she telling you? How to cook sweet and sour cat?”
“Ha-ha. You ain’t funny. She’s telling me about what’s hot and what’s not in technology. You know we follow them with that shit.”
“That’s pretty smart. But what do you care about that? The only technology you got is your phone!”
Monica shook her head. I care because if I know what’s hot, I’ll know what company is making the hot shit.”
A light bulb went off in Smooth’s head.
“Here’s what I’m going to do for you. I’m going to give you $10,000 to try your hand with the real thing. Let’s see if you can back up all that shit you been talking.”
Monica looked behind her to make sure China was nowhere within earshot before she spoke, “All I need is a chance and I’ll show you I can back it up.”
Her message was clear to Smooth.
In the time that China and Smooth hadn’t been speaking, he lavished attention on Monica and she enjoyed every minute on it. When he was asleep or not at home, Monica researched companies and learned as much as she possibly could about the stock market, in hopes that she’d be able to continue impressing him.
Smooth had a tingle in his balls as Monica spoke and decided that he needed to get over his issues with China before he did something he didn’t want to.
“You still at it, huh?” he asked.
He turned around and walked into the room he and China shared. He picked up the remote and turned off the TV.
“I was watching that,” China spoke with an attitude.
“You said it right, you was.”
China rolled her eyes.
“Why did you lie to me?”
“Don’t ...”
“Answer my question, China.”
“I needed to take care of something.”
“Which was?”
“Smooth, it had nothing to do with our relationship or our business. And if you think I cheated on you, you’re wrong.”
“What did you do, China?”
She remained tight-lipped.
“Oh, I guess since I wasn’t a part of it, I don’t need to know about it, huh?”
“Exactly, baby.”
The hurt in his eyes was evident.
Smooth knew that China was secretive by nature, but he never thought that she’d purposely hold things back from him, especially if he asked her. Now that she had, it was time for him to do some re-evaluating. The way things were going, he was sure they’d get worse before they got better.
Maybe he was overreacting, he thought. After all, it was China he was talking to himself about. The same China who would take her last bit of money and give it to him. The same China who never allowed anyone to say a bad word about him. His China who’d always go without to make sure he had.
It was those reasons and more that made him wonder what the hell was going on. Why was she hiding things from him? Was she hiding things from him all along and just making it seem as if she shared everything with him? What else was she hiding?
The questions kept coming.
“I’m going for a drive,” he told her.
“Alright,” China said, as she turned on the TV as he walked out.
* * *
“Hello, may I speak with Ms. Burkley, please, “Smooth asked.
“May I ask who’s calling,” the sleeping voice replied.
“It’s Donavan Johnson.”
Silence lined the other end.
“How does Ms. Burkley know you?”
“Look, Ms. Burkley, this is the young dude you told to get some credit cards instead of walking around with so much cash.”
Ms. Burkley smiled, finally able to place a face to the voice on the other end.
“Oh, I’m sorry. What’s up? What can I do for you?”
“I need your help finding another place.”
“You’re calling me at grown-folks hours to discuss something we can discuss during normal business hours?”
“I’m tripping. You’re right! What time does your office open?”
“Normally at 8:00 a.m., but if you need me, I’ll be there before then.”
“I guess I can wait.”
“Do you want to talk about it now, or do you want me to force it out of you when you come to the office?”
“It’s that obvious, huh?”
“No. Where are you?”
“Cruising the streets.”
“You sound like you can use a friend. Why don’t you go back to your building and call me when you’re on the 24th floor.”
“What’s on the 24th floor?” he asked.
“If you really want to know, young man, you’ll go there like I told you to,” Ms. Burkley hung up.
Ten minutes later, Smooth dialed Ms. Burkley’s number.
“That was quick,” she said, after her told her he had just stepped off the elevator.
“Hang on a second,” she told him.
Smooth held the phone to his ear waiting for her to come back on the line.
“Hello.”
Smooth looked to where the voice was coming from and was surprised to see Ms. Burkley standing in the hallway.
“What are you doing here?” he asked as he approached her.
“I live here.”
“Since when?”
“Since my father died and left me this building.”
“You own all this?”
“This and a lot more. Come inside. I don’t think my neighbor would approve of me standing in the hallway at almost midnight talking to a young man in my robe.”
“So take the robe off,” Smooth joked.
“Get in here.” She
pulled him by the arm.
“Would you like something to drink?” she asked him, while pouring herself a shot of Hennessy on the rocks.
“No. Alcohol for me is a no-no.”
“That’s rare. But it’s not bad at all. Here, just taste it.”
Smooth shook his head.
“Come on, it won’t do anything to you. Then at least you’ll be able to say you tried it but didn’t like it.”
He agreed with her then reached for the glass. The liquid felt like fire being poured down his throat.
He began coughing. After his coughing spell was over, he asked for his own glass.
“Oh, my God! I’ve created a monster,” Ms. Burkley laughed.
Smooth smiled, but there was sadness in his eyes.
“So what’s on your mind?” she asked.
“Your life is so perfect. I don’t think you’d understand.”
“And what do you know about my life?”
“I know that you’re young, rich, and beautiful,” he answered.
“Young ... yes. Rich ... maybe. Beautiful ... no.”
“Are you for real? Man, I know a thousand niggas that would love to be with a chick like you.”
“Where are they?” she asked.
“You looking at one.”
“Yeah, right. I’ve seen your girlfriend, and there’s no way I can compete with that.”
“You make it sound as if you’re an ugly duckling or something.”
“Let’s change the subject please.”
“Nah, let’s stay right where we are,” Smooth said.
He rose from his seat and walked over to where Ms. Burkley stood.
“I’ve wanted to touch your body from the very first time I laid eyes on you.”
“Why didn’t you?”
Smooth accepted the invitation and then planted his lips on hers. As they kissed, he untied her robe.
“Ms. Burkley, you’re beautiful!” he said, as she stared at her naked body beneath the robe.
“Call me Miranda.”
She allowed him to push the robe over her shoulders, causing it to fall to the ground.
Smooth leaned forward alternating between placing kisses and sucking on her neck. As he did so, he turned Miranda around. Now with her back to his stomach, he grabbed a handful of her breast and squeezed her nipple. Miranda grinded her ass against the bulge in Smooth’s pants, as he made circles around her clit with his free hand.
She placed her hands behind her back and unfastened his belt buckle and then his pants. She turned around once she felt his pants fall. Lowering herself to her knees, Miranda pulled Smooth’s boxers down.
Before taking him into her mouth, she stroked his nice-sized dick several times while looking into his eyes as if seeking permission.
Smooth placed his hand on her head to guide it to his throbbing dick. Miranda’s mouth reminded him of the liquid fire he drank a few minutes earlier. The pleasure was too much, causing his knees to buckle.
This made her smile.
“You need to sit down.”
Once Smooth had taken a seat, Miranda went back to work, burying her face in his lap. With both hands on his dick, she sucked the head while jacking it with both hands.
Continuing to hold his dick with both hands, Miranda sucked Smooth’s balls into her mouth and began twirling around them with her tongue.
“Damn girl!” was all he was able to say.
Miranda decided she’d played around long enough. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him backward. Leaving her hands where they were, she took his dick into her mouth and began deep throating him.
Smooth was amazed that she was able to take all of him in. Miranda went faster and faster until she felt his dick twitching in her mouth. She sucked on the head, as Smooth let out a powerful orgasm.
“Shit!” Smooth gritted his teeth.
Not one to be outdone, he changed positions with her and spread her legs as far apart as they’d go. Miranda’s neatly shaved pussy was inviting Smooth to take a taste. Happily he did. Smooth lapped up some of the thick white cream oozing from Miranda’s love tunnel and then stuck his tongue inside of her. After fucking her with his tongue, Smooth began flicking his tongue over Miranda’s clit. Seeing her response prompted him to go faster.
“Keep doing that,” she said while rubbing his head.
Smooth enjoyed the control he temporarily held over her.
“Put your fingers in it,” she coached.
She allowed Smooth to do what he was going for a few minutes, before she gave him his next order.
“Now slide one finger in my ass.”
He did as she ordered.
“Shit yeah, baby, just like that. Keep doing it.”
Smooth had never done anything like that with China, but he was absolutely enjoying Miranda’s teaching.
“Ohhhh, fuck, I’m cumming,” she cried, as she pulled the back of Smooth’s head firmly between her legs.
“Oh, Donavan,” she cried.
Smooth hardly ever heard his real name, and hearing it now from her brought a smile to his face.
After the powerful orgasm, Miranda laid back panting like an animal that had just run for its life.
“Where did you learn to do that?” she asked.
He only smiled.
“I need a drink.”
Seeing Miranda walk across the room wearing nothing but an anklet made Smooth touch his dick. He was eager to feel his dick inside her. He waited for her to make her way back over to him.
“I see your soldier is still standing at attention,” she said.
Miranda turned around so that he’d be able to get a good look at her ass. After straddling him, she took his dick in her hand and then slowly lowered herself on it. Smooth watched as inch after inch of his dick disappeared into her tight pussy.
“You like it this way?” she questioned, moved up and down slowly.
Smooth nodded.
“Or do you like it this way?” Miranda asked, moving up and down faster, slapping her ass cheeks against his thighs.
Smooth nodded again.
Miranda placed her palms on the floor of her to brace herself, and then continued throwing her ass at him as fast as she could.
The sight of her ass and his dick going in and out of her, along with the intense pleasure he was feeling, was more than enough to make him cum again.
Smooth enjoyed the position right up to the moment he was about to cum, and then he pulled out.
“Get on the couch,” he ordered.
Miranda did as she was told.
Smooth entered her again from behind, but this time he was in control. He held her by the waist as he slid in and out. Slow than faster.
“Beat this pussy!”
He continued pumping.
“That’s all you got?”
Smooth rammed his dick into her as hard as he could.
“That’s how I like it. Give me that dick!”
“Hearing her talk like that was a major turn on for him. The Miranda that was on her knees now begging to be fucked hard was a completely different Miranda from the one he’d met at the office. The contrast turned him on even more.
Before long, she was crying out in pleasure again. But he hadn’t cum.
“Still standing, huh?” Miranda said, after seeing Smooth was still hard.
She went to her room and came back with a small tube of lubricant.
“What’s that for?” Smooth eyed her suspiciously.
“My secret weapon.”
Miranda lubed her asshole and then got back into the position Smooth had just fucked her in and wiggled her ass.
“I don’t know about that.”
“Come on and try! If you don’t like it, we’ll stop.”
Smooth stood behind her and then watched as she guided his dick to her ass. Smooth had no idea what to expect. But he found himself enjoying the feel of Miranda’s ass.
What had Smooth cumming in minutes was the way she consta
ntly worked her muscles. After releasing his orgasm, he collapsed on top of her, not bother to pull out.
* * *
When Smooth returned home, the place was in complete darkness, just as he’d hoped. Even though he and China weren’t communicating right then, he didn’t believe he could face her after what he just got through doing.
After getting a drink of water, Smooth pulled off his shirt, walked over to the couch, and lay down.
Before falling asleep, images of the lady on the 24th floor entered his mind. He fell asleep smiling.
What felt like 10 minutes later, but was actually closer to five hours, Smooth was awakened by China’s puppy’s growls. Zorro tore Smooth’s shirt into pieces.
Ignoring the shirt, he got up and headed to the room that he and China shared, only to find China not there and a note on the bed. He read the note:
I’ll be at Ga Ga’s if you need me. Call or come by. Roxy and I are taking her out for a special girl’s day. I would’ve told you earlier but sis called after you left last night, and I didn’t want to wake you up. I love you, baby.
Smooth balled up the note and tossed it in the trash. He was glad that she left. He lightly tapped on Monica’s door.
“Yeah,” she answered from across the room.
He waited for her to open the door.
Monica opened the door holding a five-pound dumbbell in each hand, and still following along with the instructor on the DVD.
“What’s up?” she raised one leg and then the other.
“Oh my bad, I wasn’t trying to disturb you. I just wanted to give you this.” He handed her an envelope containing $10,000.
“You were for real!” Monica replied in shock.
“Yeah, I was for real. Just make sure you use that for what it’s for.”
“I will. By the way, what do I owe you for this?”
“Well, if you’re as good as you say you are, then I should be seeing millions by tomorrow.”
They both laughed.
“You don’t owe me nothing. Just do you.”
“I’ve been doing me for too long now. I’m ready to do something else.”
Monica’s message was loud and clear. Smooth stared at the beads of sweat as they disappeared into Monica’s cleavage.
