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by Nicety

“Uh, yeah under the sink. But what do you need bleach for?” Goddess asked puzzled.

  “I just like to feel extra clean.” Cole yelled back trying not to seem awkward.

  He took the bleach out pouring a nice puddle of it in his hand then rubbing it all on his arms and chest. To his surprise it didn’t burn with him using a great quantity of it. The smell was beginning to nauseate him as he scrubbed for dear life then grabbed some soap from the dish below to counter it. He scrubbed like he had never scrubbed before making sure to cover every inch of him that could be searched for gunpowder residue or blood.

  “Hey babe. Could you throw these clothes in the wash for me so they will be clean when I take them home?”

  “Ugh.” She sighed silently. “Sure.”

  She went and grabbed the clothes from the bathroom then headed downstairs to put them in the wash. Her phone still hadn’t rang with Truth’s call and she couldn’t figure out why he had abandoned his wallet. She set the timer on the washing machine and headed back up stairs to find Cole lying in her bed with water droplets adorning his milk chocolate skin and a towel his waist.

  “You don’t think you need to put on some clothes or something?” She asked walking around to the opposite side of the bed that he was on.

  “Well I thought we could get it in once again.” Cole replied winking one eye at her and throwing her a nod.

  “Really Cole? I’m not really feeling fucking with your little dick ass tonight okay.” She said holding up her hand with a smirk.

  “What the fuck does that mean? You didn’t have a problem with my little dick last time.”

  “Yeah but I was high and horny and right now I’m just irritated. Can’t we just lay and go to sleep. Life ain’t all about fucking.” She replied lying through her teeth.

  “I mean yeah but I really had my heart set on eating that thang til you cried. Let me roll this blunt up you might feel differently.”

  “Naw nigga I ain’t tryin’ to smoke either. Right now, I just want to go to bed and get some sleep. Is that alright with you?”

  “Okay well let me just stick it in really quickly and then I’ll give you a massage until you fall asleep.” Cole suggested.

  A nice massage sounded damn good to her then. It was a good way to relieve some stress she knew she wasn’t going to get from concentrating while he pretended to know what he was doing with her pussy. She agreed to give it a shot and let him stick his miniature dick inside of her to get off. He stroked it while she removed her pants and lied back on the bed waiting for him to ready hisself. He finally mounted her squeezing his head routinely and sticking it inside of her. She looked up at his facial expression as he moaned wildly. It took everything inside of her not to laugh in his face as his expressions resembled a monkey in heat.

  “Are you in?” She asked holding back laughter.

  “Yeah baby. You can’t feel it?”

  “NO!” Goddess couldn’t help it and busted out into complete laughter.

  “Put your legs on my shoulders.”

  Goddess did as she was instructed lifting her legs into the air and placing them right on his shoulders. Cole was convinced that this would do the trick so he started to pump harder and harder into her slapping her skin with his. He was banging her so hard that she was beginning to become sore much like she would if she was working out.

  “Okay, stop. Just stop.” Goddess ordered sternly.

  “Naw I’m bout to cum baby. You ain’t feeling it?” Cole asked sweating profusely allowing every drop to drip unto her skin.

  “Hell naw, I ain’t feeling shit. Com’ on dude let’s just call it a night here.” She said shaking her head releasing a laugh in between.

  Cole gazed down at her distraught that she wasn’t feeling him. He didn’t like the fact that she needed to smoke a ton of Kush in order to get with him. Goddess pushed his waist to relieve herself of his baby penis, which wasn’t even hard, then got up to head to the bathroom to take a shower.

  “Meanwhile, you smell like bleach and if you didn’t know that’s a huge turn off.” She said removing her t-shirt and tossing it on the floor.

  Cole couldn’t stop staring at her voluptuous body drooling wishing he could have more. “Goddess, why do you have to be so mean? Sex is more mental than it is physical. You could really enjoy me if you tried.”

  “Nigga, I ain’t got time to try. You either are or you aren’t and since you’re a grown ass man you shouldn’t need to be taught. You feel me?”

  “Goddess, I really think you’re fucking overreacting here.”

  “No, I think we should have remained what we were before. Nothing.”

  “But Goddess, we are meant to be together.”

  “Ha! Is that what you think?” She laughed sidesplittingly heading off to the bathroom and starting the shower. “You really need a clue, Cole.”

  Cole sat up on the bed looking down at his penis with his feelings hurting like hell inside. He was too much of a man to cry and he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing him all bent out of shape. Sighing deeply, he rose from the bed then reached into his bag and slipped on a fresh pair of jeans and a black and white striped button down. After sliding into his all black Air Force Ones he went to the basement to retrieve his wet clothes from the wash and stuffed them into his bag without care. He headed to the front door taking one last look up the stairs listening to the splash of the shower water before leaving the house slamming the door hard enough to rattle the windows. Out of all the females he had ever fucked in his lifetime, none of them talked to him that way, none of them.

  Chapter 21

  Seeing Ghosts

  The rest of the weekend seemed like a blur to Goddess as Monday morning rolled right on in slapping her in the face. She was heated at how Cole had left her the other night and he wasn’t answering his phone for her either. Truth was still playing missing in action, which was already pissing her off, so Cole’s disappearing act only added insult to injury. She walked inside of the bank with her Starbuck’s in tow and a pair of dark shades on to shield her eyes from being seen. It was impossible to hide the hurt in them otherwise and she wasn’t ready for the questions. Mary locked the door behind her, which was usually Cole’s job.

  “Where’s Cole?” Goddess asked taking a small sip of her coffee.

  “Goddess, can I see you in my office please?” Mary said escorting her to the office that she and Cole shared.

  When she walked in she saw Cole resting easy in his chair typing away at something on his computer. He didn’t even bother to look up at her as she took a seat in front of his desk, that Mary had offered extending her hand as the gesture. She slapped her satchel in her lap and crossed her legs waiting on the gang up on her to kick off. There was no other reason for her to be in that office other than bullshit and she knew it.

  “So, what’s this about cause I need to finish my coffee before I count down this drawer.” Goddess said curling her lip.

  “Uh, please remove your shades for us please and show a little respect.” Cole countered firmly folding his hands over his desk.

  She removed them revealing the depression in her eyes. He saw her truly for the first time feeling that she did have a soul underneath all of that hard exterior but in his mind it was too little too late. His feelings needed to matter first and she was inconsiderate of that from the very beginning in his mind. Goddess knew her eyes wouldn’t lie but she was more distraught about Truth’s absence than his.

  “First of all let me say that you have been doing a phenomenal job of delivering customer service to our Chase customers.” Cole began as he smiled devilishly at her.

  “Phenomenal.” Mary smiled co-signing on what he had just said.

  “But we have a zero tolerance policy, as discussed in training and in your handbook, for stealing.” He continued.

  “What? You’re joking right?” Goddess snapped.

  “I wish it were a joke actually. I reall
y like your work here Goddess, but it seems with your drawer coming up short three times last week, we’re going to have to let you go.” Cole said leaning back in his chair crossing his legs.

  “Let me go? I just got this fucking job are you serious? How did my drawer come up short when you guys count it down and make me sign everyday before I leave?” Goddess questioned heatedly.

  “Hey, I can only go by what was entered in the system because that money has all been stored away. There’s nothing else for us to rely on but the system. I’m sorry Goddess. Please collect all of your things and leave the premises quietly.” Cole ordered rising from his seat and placing his hands in his pockets, looking rather smug.

  Mary didn’t say another word after that. She waited for her to make a move unable to think about anything but her black belt training and waited for her to pull it. Goddess side eyed Cole hard as hell knowing exactly what the root of all this was. The devastation of losing her job in only a matter of weeks hadn’t set in yet as she figured out the perfect revenge for his ass that quickly. She decided that she would leave quietly because she didn’t need any police heat on her but that nigga would definitely get his.

  Goddess didn’t have anything anywhere in the bank so after delivering a sinister look to Cole one last time she left the office and headed back to the back door. Mary unlocked the door and held it open for her to walk out of it. Her feet felt heavy, as she stood there almost hesitant to leave. The thing that pained her most was that she had only had the job a short time and was really looking forward to gaining some long-term benefits from it. Mary looked at her concerned that she might try to pull something vindictive and prepared herself for a battle. Goddess closed her eyes and let her body guide her to the outside. Mary slammed the door quickly locking it then stood smiling at her through the glass.

  “You should’ve kept your legs closed!” Mary tapped the glass yelling.

  Goddess turned around confusingly looking back at her but unable to understand what she was saying. She figured it a good thing because in the mood she was in Mary would’ve died that day. Instead she walked a few feet waiting to see if she had left the door. Once she did she ducked behind one of the big vans parked in the small parking lot just a few feet away from the bank. She spotted his bright shiny black Mazda 6 parked a few spaces down next to the gate. He was so self-righteous that he only parked it down there to keep anyone from wanting to park next to him.

  She searched around in her purse for something shark and found her trusty old ice pick that she had since her old days of being a thief. It took her all of a few seconds to deflate all of the tires on his car. The tires made a small popping sound each time she stuck them. She stepped back from it checking it out but it seemed to be missing something. Her eyes focused on the snow-ridden ground looking for a brick that she could use to break his windows. She crept all along the other parked cars and along the gate but couldn’t seem to find anything. It was brick ass cold outside as her fingertips began to freeze while holding the pick.

  At that moment, she smiled at the pick thinking of another plan. She walked to the car and circled it leaving her hand out beside her placing the sharp edge of the pick to the car tearing the paint clean off of it. As she made her way back to the beginning of the scratch, a white Cadillac CTS pulled slowly into the parking lot parking in the space closets to the door. She ducked back in between the cars peeking her head up as she headed to hers hoping not to be seen.

  “Aiight baby. I’m definitely gon’ be on time for you today. I promise.” A man’s voice said.

  “Yeah right nigga. You say that shit every damn day and everyday you late as hell. I don’t like waiting Jemarcus.” Desire snapped placing her lambskin leather Prada gloved hands on her hips.

  “Naw, naw, naw baby. I got you today. You know I can’t wait to see that fat ass at the end of your day.” The man responded.

  “Yeah…my day. Nigga are you ever gon’ find a real job?”

  “Com’ on now baby. Don’t stunt me like that you know I put in work. I don’t see you hurtin’ right? Our son is straight. Don’t do me like that girl.” He said wrapping his lips around hers to shut her up.

  Goddess became disgusted at the fact that this bitch had her game sowed so tight. She knew it was hating but she didn’t care, that bitch had everything and all she had to do was lay on her back to get it. It was the wrong day for her to see Desire with her husband because she was on a vengeful streak and she was now caught in her crossfire.

  “Desire! Which one of your niggas do you got dropping you off today bitch?” Goddess yelled strolling out from behind the van, smiling happily.

  “Huh? Who the fuck…Goddess?” She said.

  “Goddess?” Her man questioned in a panic.

  “Yeah bitch. It’s me and you’re a H—“ Goddess stopped dead in her tracks.

  Her eyes seem to be playing tricks on her as she gazed simultaneously back and forth between the two of them. It was like being in a wild dream and waking up in a cold dark hell. Beating sounded from behind them. Goddess looked past them long enough to catch a glimpse of a young boy happily looking out from the back window and trying to get his parent’s attention. Her heart damn near dropped when she saw his little face. She couldn’t deny that his face scared the living shit out of her as she squinted her eyes trying to see if he resembled a ghost who was never seen or heard from again.

  “Spliff?” Goddess exhaled softly feeling light headed.

  The man was silent. He couldn’t respond, turning away from her and towards his wife. Desire looked just as confused as she did wondering what the hell was going on. Goddess moved in closer to get a better look and as she did Desire became more and more protective and angry.

  “Bitch. You are mistaken. This is my husband and his name is Jemarcus not Spliff. Anyway, I should slap the taste out your mouth.” Desire snarled.

  “Spliff?” It was all Goddess could bring herself to say.

  “That’s…not…my name. You must have me mistaken for somebody else.” He said brushing her off and sticking with Desire’s story.

  “What? Don’t fucking play with me! It’s you! It’s you!” Goddess began to scream.

  “Bitch you better back up before I slam your ass on this concrete!” Desire retorted.

  “Well bring it on then ho!” Goddess yelled back pissed and charging right for her.

  “Hey! Hey! Nobody’s fighting right now man. Not in front of my damn son! D., take your ass to work man and let me handle this.” He demanded shoving her towards the building.

  “Excuse me? You gon’ do me like that so you can talk to this bitch? She don’t even know you, Jemarcus. She’s just trying to spread some rumor bullshit about me because she’s a jealous ho!” Desire rambled, reaching to grab her hair.

  “Dammit Desire! Go to fucking work!” He bellowed pulling them apart yet again. “You think I don’t know you fucking other niggas for money? Man I’ve known the whole time. Just like you know why I’m late all the fucking time. Man, take your ass in the building.”

  Spliff was always a no nonsense type of guy. Goddess couldn’t bring herself to be impressed by his take-charge attitude and still hate him at the same time so she just stuck with the hate. Desire cut her eyes at her before giving her son a window kiss and heading to the door. Mary opened the door without even noticing Cole’s car on flats and quickly shut it behind her, shaking her head as she disappeared from the window.

  “I can’t believe this is happening to me, right now. I have to get out of here.” Goddess said as she ran away fighting back tears.

  “Goddess!” Spliff called out. “Now you know that shit ain’t kicking off like that.”

  She stopped dead in her tracks knowing she wouldn’t be able to live with herself without an explanation. “I won’t talk to you out here and in front of him.”

  She nodded to his son bouncing up and down in the back seat. He gazed at her remembering how beautiful she was a
nd wanted to slap hisself for ever doing her wrong. He walked towards her standing so close his lips almost touched her forehead. His breath smelled just like she remembered it, peppermint chocolate. He had baby dreads now instead of the low bald fade he usually wore. He was a completely different person.

  “So where?” He asked licking his bottom lip.

  “At my house in an hour.” She responded giving him the address and walking away never looking back.

  She got in the car and drove off in total shock that she had just seen his face alive and well. It was almost as if he had risen from the dead and nothing had changed. If it weren’t for the fact that Desire was in the picture with him it would have felt just like old times. The whole way home she could barely focus on the road only thinking of what she would say when he came over. She parked the car wildly slushing through the snow and up to the door busting it open.

  Her eyes scanned the area looking to make sure that everything was nice and clean before he came over. She kicked off her shoes and tossed her coat on the rack before heading up the stairs to fix her hair. She had one blunt left from the stash that Cole had left with her as she grabbed it off of the vanity and headed back downstairs patiently awaiting his arrival. Her throat felt itchy and her palms were all sweaty wondering if he would actually show. She sparked the blunt needing the green to calm her nerves. His hour was up, in fact, it was going on two and she had begun to become restless. It was too good to be true in the first place to believe that he would show knowing he was notorious for leaving her lone.

  Chapter 22

  Fool Me Once

  Ding, Ding.

  Goddess awoke to the sound of the doorbell ringing erratically in her ear. The box was right above the sofa and whoever was on the other side of the door was obviously in dire need to reach her. Part of her hoped it was Truth ready to apologize for not coming the other night and another part of her hoped and prayed like hell it was Spliff.