by Natavia
“This is your home, too,” he said while kissing my neck.
“I have to check on my sister. I’ll see you this weekend.”
“I understand,” he replied.
I slid out of bed and grabbed my things. Adrian was sitting up, staring at me while I got dressed.
“I want to leave my wife and make this real. You don’t know how it feels being with you,” he said.
“You know the real reason why I’m here. Why would you jeopardize your marriage for this?”
“I can take care of you and you’ll never have to do this again. Look at this penthouse, you know I’m capable. You’ve been the best thing that has ever happened to me. My wife is set in her ways, she doesn’t want to look sexy anymore. We haven’t had sex in a year. I know it’s over,” he said.
“You pay me for pleasure, not to be your therapist. I shouldn’t have to hear about your wife.”
Adrian got out of bed and walked over to me. He would’ve been perfect for another woman, but I was in love with someone else. Adrian hugged me and begged me to stay for a few more hours.
“I gotta go,” I said pulling away.
“Call me when you get home,” he replied.
“Sure.”
I grabbed my purse and headed to the elevator inside of Adrian’s home. He watched me until the elevator doors closed.
Three years of being an escort was becoming stressful. I’d seen things I didn’t want to see and did a few things I didn’t want to do but the money was right. Every day I fought with myself because I no longer had a reason to be the person I had become. A Chinese couple owned the escort agency Kabella introduced me to. The money was sorta okay, but my expenses decreased for other reasons. Kabella told me we could do it on our own and make all of our money instead of getting a cut, so we did. Let’s just say, all money isn’t good money. The killer part is that Tryst thought I worked at a night club—well, I actually did for only a few months; it was a cover-up to meet potential clients.
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I walked into the house around three o’clock in the morning. I dropped my heels by the door and walked upstairs to the bedroom I shared with Tryst. We had a complicated relationship, neither one of us actually discussed being in one. We were best friends with benefits. We did everything as a couple, but I knew he was doing him. I wanted to be with him, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to accept the things I have done.
Tryst was stretched out on the bed with his hands in his baller shorts. He cut his dreads off two years ago and he actually looked better without them. His dark and chiseled body was more defined than it has ever been. Since he constantly worked out, he had nice arms, a four-pack and solid legs, but he was still on the lean side. If I had to guess, I’d say he weighed two-hundred and forty pounds. I giggled a little, remembering a time when he didn’t have any tattoos until Trell had a tattoo party on his seventeenth birthday. Tryst wasn’t covered in ink, but he had enough of it. He was beyond beautiful and he still had the same attitude he had when I met him. I was in love with Tryst, to the point where I could see us married with children.
I undressed down to my underclothes and the noise must’ve woken him up. He sat up on the bed and I caught butterflies. The way he looked at me was with so much passion that I didn’t need him to explain how he felt about me.
“You see what time it is?” he asked.
“I know but I got sidetracked.”
He stood up towering over me.
“You fuckin’ another nigga? You got a boyfriend or somethin’?” he asked.
“No, I don’t. Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Naw, but I’m ready for one. I’m tryin’ to see what’s up with her,” he replied.
DAMN!
“Umph, who is this bitch?”
“Her name is Yomi Dream Hayes,” he replied, and I pinched him.
“Don’t be callin’ me out like that. Boy, what is wrong with you?”
“Go ahead, bruh,” he chuckled.
“You play too much.”
“I missed you,” he said with a serious face.
“I always miss you more,” I honestly stated even though we saw each other earlier that morning.
“Want me to run your bath water?” he replied.
“Uhn uhn, Tryst. Why are you being this nice?”
“I’m always nice to you,” he said. He leaned forward to kiss my forehead.
“I don’t deserve you.”
“Why you always get emotional on me?” he replied.
“I’m just tired and drained.”
“Quit your job, I don’t know why you work when I look out for you,” he replied.
Men switch up when you depend on them. I’m good on that. Kimberly is living proof as to why being independent is an important factor.
“You know I don’t want to depend on you.”
Tryst didn’t respond, he walked into the bathroom to run my bath water. We had a master bedroom with a jacuzzi-sized tub in our bedroom’s bathroom. I had plans moving out of Newtowne a few years ago, but Tryst’s house near Newtowne actually wasn’t bad, it was just the area; we were too close to the hood.
He helped me take off my underclothes before I stepped into the tub. The water soothed my aches and I wanted to go sleep right there. Tryst sat on the toilet seat and rolled up a blunt.
“Do you want kids?” I asked out of the blue.
“I don’t know, why? You carryin’ somethin’,” he asked.
“I’m asking because you’re a good man. You’ll be a great father.”
“Give it to me raw, Dream. You pregnant or not? We never had these talks before so why now?” he asked.
“I’m not pregnant.”
“To be honest, I don’t want kids. I wouldn’t want them to be connected to what I’m doing. When I do have some I gotta have a six-figure paying job, a 401k, shit like that. You can’t have a kid on dope-boy money. But I’ll have to man up if it happens unexpectedly. How many kids you want?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I really asked because I know your fine-ass will have some beautiful babies.”
Tryst passed me his blunt, so he could brush his teeth. Afterwards, he used mouthwash. He told me he was going back to sleep, and I told him I was almost finished. Showering after the bath woke me up a little. Like always, I dried off then moisturized my body. Tryst was watching TV when I walked into the bedroom naked. I had pierced nipples and my body was covered in colorful tattoos as well. Tryst once told me that my body was like a garden. I loved flowers, butterflies and hummingbirds. I slid into the bed next to Tryst; the silk sheets smelled like they had just been washed. He wrapped his arm around me and I rested my head on his chest.
“I love you, Tryst.”
“I love you, too,” he replied.
“You serious about us being together?”
“Yeah, but it can wait. You mine regardless,” he replied.
They say you’re not supposed to get a man’s name tattooed on your body, but Tryst’s name was written on my bikini line in small letters made out of vines with flowers sprouting from the tips of the letters; in other words, my pussy belonged to him. He pulled the sheets over our bodies and scooted between my legs for warmth. I fell into a deep sleep…
Later on that day…
I heard someone moving around in the bedroom. The curtains came open and the sun burned my eyes. I pulled the sheet up on my body in case it was someone other than Tryst in the room. Squinting, I saw who was in the bedroom. It was Kimberly making all that noise.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“It’s July 4th. We drink, cook then eat on repeat. Get your hot ass up. You can’t lay underneath a man all day and not feed him,” she said.
“I’m tired.”
“And? You don’t be tired laying on your back, now do you? Get up!” she replied.
“I’m up!” I said, grabbing the sheet to wrap around my body.
“Umph, with your grown ass,” Kimberly said.
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br /> “I am grown. Can I get dressed?”
“Go ahead. Me and my sisters from the church will be downstairs in the kitchen prepping for our annual cookout,” she replied.
“And you didn’t tell Tryst about it?”
“Tell Tryst what? This is my house, what the hell I look like telling Tryst anything? Honey, if you want to make it in this world you don’t tell a man shit. Do what you want because they’ll do whatever they want to do. They are no good! Shiddd, don’t even tell him we had this talk,” Kimberly said. She went into her bra and pulled a shot size bottle of Belvedere.
“I love you like you’re my daughter. I’m only telling you what’s best,” she said.
Kimberly wasn’t as bad as everyone thought she’d be. Sometimes we got along and other times I wanted to fight her. It really just depended on the days of the week, but she was really nice on the weekends.
“Okay, Kim. I get it.”
“You call me Mother today you hear? I told the sisters down at the church you and Tryst are married because y’all are shacking up with no type of commitment. You know that’s a sin, right? Anyways, tell them y’all had a secret wedding but the real wedding will be next year,” she said, fixing her hair. Kimberly had been looking good for the past year. She wore her nice church dresses with heels and her hair was always laid. Today she was wearing a pair of blue capris with a red shirt. It was good seeing her that way even though she didn’t stop drinking.
“Okay, Mother.”
“That a girl. Let me see your pearly whites,” she said then I smiled.
“Beautiful. Now get your hot ass up and don’t wear none of that tight stuff,” Kimberly said then left out of my bedroom. I rushed to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. There wasn’t any need for me to take a shower since I was cooking. I threw on a T-shirt with a pair of leggings.
I counted ten people from Kimberly’s church when I went downstairs. Deerie was going around giving hugs to everyone. Kimberly introduced me as her daughter-in-law.
“She looks like a baby,” one of them said.
“Black don’t crack and God is good,” Kimberly said.
“Amen to that!” they replied.
Kimberly and her friends went outside through the back door in the kitchen to set up.
“I’m sooooo sorry, Dream. My mother called me and told me to open up the door because she was going to cook for us. When I did, she was with them and a few others who are setting up around the back. Tryst went to take care of something and said he’d be right back,” Deerie said.
“I need a drink,” I said in disbelief.
“I’ll make you one,” Deerie replied.
Deerie is the sweetest girl but she had a dark side to her. Pretty much, you have to sleep with one eye open if you crossed her.
“Where is Naya?”
“You didn’t hear?” she asked.
“What happened?”
“Her and Trell got into it really bad yesterday. They broke up so Naya said she’s going back to the apartment in Newtowne. I called her, but she didn’t answer,” Deerie replied.
“I’ll call her.”
I called Naya but she didn’t answer the phone for me, so I texted her instead. Knowing Naya, she was probably back with Trell.
Deerie pulled the blender out to make us frozen drinks. We cracked jokes about how Tryst was going to explode when he came home.
“Sebastian is coming over tonight,” Deerie beamed.
“You two are so cute.”
“I just hate he goes to school in Georgia, but this summer break should make up for it. I have these lingerie sets in the closet I’m going to surprise him with and I have a room booked for the weekend,” she blushed.
“Don’t get pregnant. Tryst thinks he’s your father now.”
“I already know,” she said.
She placed my frozen margarita on the counter and it was refreshing. The front door opened, and I heard heavy footsteps coming down the hallway. Deerie rushed through the back door, leaving me to deal with Tryst by myself.
“What’s up with all the cars in front my crib and why is there a First Baptist Church van on the sidewalk?” he asked.
“Your mother lied and told people you were having a cookout. Go look in the backyard.”
Tryst dropped his cellphone and truck key on the counter, rushing to open up the back door, slamming it behind him. He was beyond pissed off. I was ready to join him, but his cellphone rang. It wasn’t the first time I answered his phone. He never got mad behind it, more so annoyed.
“What do you want, Tierra?” I answered.
“I’m at the grocery store for Tryst and I was wondering if he wanted whole milk or two percent,” she replied smartly.
“You do know he has a woman in the house.”
“I shop for Trell and when I do I look out for Tryst, too. If you don’t like it, you and your sister need to go grocery shopping!” she said.
“Bitch, I’ll beat your ass when you come through. Play wit’ me.”
“I’ll call his other phone,” she replied then hung up.
I knew the deal with Tierra; she kept Tryst’s work at her house and I heard her cooking skills were A1. She wasn’t a threat to me in the beginning but some things she did I didn’t like. The hoe was always in the picture and I told Tryst I didn’t want that ex-cokehead around him.
Tryst came back into the house rubbing his temples. Kimberly stressed Tryst out so much that sometimes he got a bad headache behind it, but I was concerned about something else.
“I would’ve gone to the store if you needed groceries. Why is Tierra acting like you are her nigga or somethin’?”
“You would’ve known that if you paid attention to the house and it’s not that serious. Who told you to answer my phone anyway? Do I answer yours?” he asked with an attitude.
“Why is it a problem?”
“What I do is my business. Stop answerin’ my shit,” he replied.
He reached past me to get his phone and his cologne gave me a slight throb. I overreacted sometimes but Tryst was the type of man almost every woman wanted. He had a nice swag, but he didn’t carry himself like a typical hood boy. Most times I got jealous over him. One of things I hated was when he wore a wife beater or a shirt without sleeves outside. His cologne was only reserved for me, no other female should be close enough to smell him.
“Are you fuckin’ Tierra now? And what other phone do you have that I don’t know about?”
“A phone that you don’t need to know about,” he replied.
Tryst opened up the fridge and it was almost empty. I had been slacking a lot. There was a time where I always kept food on the table.
“So, Tierra gets special privileges? I’m whippin’ her ass when she comes over here. That hoe keeps tryin’ me.”
“You jealous-jealous,” he said, smirking.
“I’m serious.”
He picked me up, putting me on top of the counter. I smacked his hand away when he grabbed at my breasts.
“Stop! I’m mad, boy, get away!” I laughed.
“Why though? I don’t mess with that woman. To be honest, I haven’t touched another woman in three months,” he replied. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he scooted me closer to him. A moan filled the kitchen when he kissed me. It had been a week since we were intimate due to our schedules. He slipped his hand into my leggings, making me want him in the kitchen. Instantly, he caused my wetness to seep through my leggings.
“Somebody is going to see us.”
“You talk mad shit out that small mouth and now you scared?” he replied.
Kimberly came into the house with three of her friends. They gasped when they saw me on the counter with Tryst standing between my legs. His dick was hard, straining to be inside me.
“They are newlyweds. You know how that goes,” Kimberly said with embarrassment.
“Just go along with it, she’ll leave us alone if you agree with her,” I whispered to him.
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She’s carrying my seed and isn’t feeling good. I’m gonna take her upstairs and lay her down for a little while,” Tryst said. The look on Kimberly’s face was unforgettable.
“May God bless you and your family. Come on, Kim. Let’s clean the corn so they can rest,” the one holding a box of corn said.
Tryst carried me upstairs and I was already taking off my shirt. He lowered me onto the floor once we reached our bedroom. I closed the door as he pulled my leggings down. We almost tripped on the rug in a rush, neither one of us could wait. Tryst freed that beautiful piece of his and I told him to hurry up.
“Yessss, babbyyyy,” I groaned when he burst through my pussy.
His stroke game should’ve been illegal. He worked his dick, the way you stir the wooden spoon in a pot of grits. He was a trash talker, making the sex even better.
“Ohhhh, Tryst,” I moaned.
“Let me get all the way in there,” he said while sucking on my lip.
“Grip that shit, Dream. Fuck me back. Umph, yeah, shorty, just like that,” Tryst said.
I tightened my muscles around him and he thrust forward, teasing my G-spot. He wasn’t exactly hitting it which made me wetter, anticipating the explosion that was sure to follow.
“Who else you get wet for?” he asked, pushing himself deeper inside me.
“Nobbbodddyyyy.”
He pulled my leg up, pushing it above my head. He kissed my inner-thigh with his tongue. My legs were short so Tryst could suck my toes while he was on top if he wanted to. I bit his shoulder to keep myself from screaming out when he finally reached my spot.
“I love you sooo muchhhh!” I yelled out. Tryst pulled away then flipped me over in the doggy-style position. He put a pillow behind the headboard because we got loud.
“MUAH!” he kissed my pussy lips. I arched my back until my chin and breasts were buried into the mattress. He entered me, spreading my cheeks apart to put his thumb in my anus. Drool almost slipped from the corners of my mouth. It was too much but the pain with a twist of pleasure made it bearable.
“You gonna stop playin’ games wit’ me?” he asked, giving me a loud smack on the ass cheek.
“Yes, I’m gonna stop!”
