Can't Dispose Gold
First Half
Can’t Dispose Gold
Shaylin: Friday
Keys jiggled on the opposite side of the door.
It’s Friday night ten minutes to midnight I glimpse at the time on my pink Apple Watch. I’ve been laying comfortably on the couch in my night gown with no panties on, scrolling through my Instagram feed barely paying attention to what’s on the television. After a lengthy twelve-hour work shift at the hospital as a RN and a hot steamy shower; relaxation is exactly what I require desperately. It’s been a long-lasting slow dragging week. The only thing on my agenda this weekend is to unwind, watch my shows on the DVR and maybe get some dick. Quickly my attention draws towards the doorway as it slowly opens.
“Hey, babe.” Steve said twinkling his gorgeous dimples as he smiles while holding shopping bags in the apartment with both hands.
“Hey.” I pause for a second to glimpse down at my watch to reassure the time. I was more astonished at the time he came home than what he had in the bags.
“You’re home mighty early.” I utter, acting surprise as he swiftly makes his way towards me still lugging the bags over and then planting a kiss on my forehead before he sat beside me.
Handsome that’s an understatement Steve is more fascinating to the eyes than that. I met him four years ago outside of a restaurant called The Original and still remember it like it was yesterday. The Original is a diner at Pitt University campus that everyone attends after the club for late night greasy foods. The drug dealers and men with their fancy cars hang out in across the street with their gold chains and designer clothing, leaning on the hood with their music booming; stunting for the ladies dressed in their attention seeking short dresses and fuck me now high heel pumps. Across the street hundreds of people holding conversation and snacking on their food under the red neon lights that read “Original.”
That night I was with my friends Tasha, Brittany, and hoe ass Alisha when I heard a deep voice speak into my ear from behind me while I was stuffing French fries in my mouth.
“Can I have some?” he asked, I glared back slowly with “what the fuck written all over my face” not amused and writing him off as a lame before I even looked his way. Until I caught eyes with this beautiful man. A French fry sloppily fell out my mouth, hitting the concrete in snail motion as I swallowed my potatoes in one big gulp and eyes wide. This man was about 5’11 chocolate with two sleeves full of tattoos, he had freshly twisted dreads, nice full lips along with white perfect teeth and his eyes will have any woman on earth fall into a daze of love. I’m not hoe ass Alisha but at that moment he could’ve got the ass the minute our eyes locked because my pussy was screaming for this man. He wore a white slim V-neck t-shirt exposing his muscles in his arms and his baby gut, short gold chains around his neck that had diamonds dancing on the face of Jesus. Black Slim fit Levi jeans hugged his 34-inch waist accessorizing with a Louis Vuitton belt and wallet hanging from his belt loop.
“Yes, you can.” I answered his question politely as held the brown bag of fries towards him to offer.
“Nah, I’m good.” He said shooting me a smile that almost made me pass out as I pulled the greasy bag of fries back towards me then he went on.
“You’re very attractive, what is your name may I ask?”
I forgotten my name for a second then Alisha hoe ass answered, reminding me what my name was.
“Her name is Shaylin and I’m Alisha.” She said with hints of flirty swimming in her tone. I shot Alisha a neck breaking glance, my eyes squinted with rage of flames to warn her hoe ass to sit down and be humble before she got a severe ass whooping in front of all these people. She turned her head quickly knowing for sure she didn’t want no mishaps.
“Shaylin, my name is Shaylin.” I glared back at Alisha as I repeated my name.
“I’m Steve everybody calls me Prince.” His eyes went from my eyes then glued to the Pittsburgh police cars strolling in a slow pace down the street. I followed his glare and watched the one-time glide down the street as well.
“Are you okay?” I questioned. He snapped out of what thoughts he had cluttering his mind then brought his attention back to me.
“Yea… Yea… I’m cool.” He nervously replied.
I despised calling people by their nicknames for the reason it makes me feel less important, his hoes he claimed not to have at the time can call him that. “I’m going to call you Steve.”
We exchanged numbers and that day is where it all started. It’s funny how a simple “Hi” or in my case “Can I have some fries?” can lead to a couple. For the first year, our relationship was amazing we were beaming and our love for one other was unbreakable. Extraordinary vacations in and out the country, sensational conventions day and night and mind-blowing sex which hasn’t left. Our bond was like no other we were so happy.
After the year passed I completed school and earned my Bachelor’s, we moved in together and rented a plush two-bedroom apartment on the east end. All in the mix we were blessed with a healthy son who is now eighteen months. When the honeymoon stage was over the shit hit the fan and literally splattered all over the damn walls. We were arguing day and night, there were days he wouldn’t come home, his time for me was interrupted by his other love; the streets and these nasty whores. For the past couple years, I thought Steve only owned a cleaning business but it was more than that. When I was cleaning the house, I discovered two bricks that looked like white blocks in the corner of the closet in our bedroom wrapped in plastic. Mom always warned, “You don’t know someone until you’re under the same roof.”
He reached in the Nordstrom bag excited as if it’s Christmas or something and I just stare indifferently. “Here I got something for you.” He pulls a creamy white Louis Vuitton bag out then hands it to me.
“Thank you, baby.” I say forcing excitement to escape my lips. He was good for bringing home gifts after a heated argument and the words he uttered last night had me slightly skeptical.
“Look in the bag.” He shoots me that smile I fell deeply in love with when I first met him.
I reach in my new designer bag and retrieve a little red box. My stomach fills with butterflies and at the same time my heart drops to my knees especially when Steve slid off the couch then kneels on to his knees. My hateful feelings towards Steve quickly goes to “I love the fuck out of this man” in a finger snap. I’m so deep in my emotions, my eyes fill up with a bucket full of tears as I nervously shake to open the box.
“Open it.” He voices with delight.
I opened the box slowly, my eyes became wider from the bling of the humongous diamond on the platinum ring, I place my free hand over my mouth with disbelief as I soak this moment in like a sponge.
“Can you marry me Shaylin, I’m sorry about that shit I said to you yesterday. I just want you to know I love you to death, I want to grow old with you. So, can I be your husband?” he softly spoke with sincerity pouring from his voice.
“Ye.. Yes… baby!” I say leaning towards him to hug him.
When our bodies separate, he stands to his feet sits beside me.
“Where’s Lil Steve?” He glances back over his shoulder towards Baby Steve’s Bedroom.
I rub his thigh gently. “He’s at my mom’s house, I dropped him off before I came home.”
Without a doubt, I’m giving my man some sweet pussy tonight.
“Oh huh.” Steve strokes his goatee looking like he’s in deep thought. He reaches for his belt buckle then zips the zipper down to expose his grey boxer briefs.
“Suck my dick.” He demands firmly in the time he recline back on the sofa. That’s all he has to say. Without a word, I rapidly drop to me knees; face in between his thighs. When Steve takes authority, it turns me the fuck on! his manly command causes my pussy to pulsate and my juices to flow like Niagara Falls. I massage his dick outside the boxer briefs, in seconds his manhood grows to full attention.
“Daddy getting hard I see.” I say in a kiddy tone, glaring at Steve seductively.
He nods his head to show agreement. I pull his boxers down and his dick leaps out like an actor at a haunted house. His black dick is standing strong with healthy veins bulging out his thick nine inches. My mouth waters like it’s a juicy steak sitting in front of me and I haven’t ate in days. I grab hold of his hardness then slither my tongue across the cone. I remove his pants fully from his legs then continue to give him my best.
He looks at me with ecstasy in his eyes motivating me to continue. “Umm…” he starts, as I sloppily drool all over his shaft, licking up and down with fervor. I feel his legs rigid as my tongue trails down to his balls, his moans grow louder.
“Umm... damn baby.” He wails in pleasure.
I grasp his solid black handle, stroke it while I suck his balls like a Hoover as I glide my tongue in unison. His eyes are closed and his head tilts back with gratification while enjoying my oral skill set
“Damn baby, ohhh shit ohh shit!” he moans. Four years of being with Steve I have complete knowledge in how to give pleasure to my man sexually. There isn’t nothing like someone who knows how to give you the best sexual intercourse or orally please you the way you like to take pleasure. I separate my mouth from his balls with saliva drizzling heavy down my chin as I lift my head up to wrap my mouth around his dick. In the time, I continue to stroke his manly pole then began to bob my head all in one rhythm; stroking and sucking. I’m moaning enjoying myself as well while I’m performing both simultaneously. Seconds into me sucking his dick he places his hand over top of my skull, pushing my head down with force as he penetrates my mouth causing my throat to travel balls deep.
“Suck this dick, suck this fucking dick!” he demands as tears formed in my eyes. Not tears of pain but tears of delight.
Not even a minute I felt his shaft of his dick get extremely hard
“I’m about to cum, I’m about to cum!” he announces mumbling as his legs tighten.
“Keep going, keep going!” At this time, I was sucking the fucking skin off his dick, my head bobbing up and down like a rubber bouncy ball.
“Yes, yes baby, yess…” his body balled up like notebook paper formed into a paper ball thrown into a trashcan as his cum flew out his dick like a speeding bullet to the back of my throat. His chest heaved up and down attempting to catch his breath as he glares at me with heart eyes. Mouth full off cum I stood to my feet then turn to make a dash toward the bathroom, before I can take my first step he grasps my wrist glaring directly in his eyes.
“No swallow that shit and sit on this dick.” I glance down at his dick, surprisingly it was still standing strong, hard as fuck; I close my eyes shut then swallow his juices.
Wet is an understatement my pussy is wetter than the water slides at Kalahari Water Park, I lift the night gown above my waist then slowly slid down on his dick, sitting face to face. Chills shoots through me body as his thickness fills me up
“Oww!” I wail in the time I slide down every single inch of his dick while he spread my ass cheeks apart.
Gradually in a mild pace I bounce on him with my arms wrapped around his neck, the sound of my wetness made squashy noises like someone was shaking a half of bottle of water. He consistently thrusts up as I come down on his manhood; Teamwork makes the sex more amusing.
“Yes daddy, yes give me that dick give me that dick.” The more I moan the harder he digs inside of me. His chest heaving in and out against my size thirty-four B breast; my man gives me his all and so do I.
Swiftly we alter position, I lay flatly on my stomach across the couch, he props his body over top of mines with one foot on the floor then shoves his rod deeply inside my pussy. Using his hips, he throws powered stokes consistently hitting my spot causing me to scream from the bottom of my lungs.
“Yes… oh yes… daddy… yes… give me that dick!”
He lays his hand over top of my head then aggressively drives my face into the seat cushion like he’s striving to make sink hole in the couch with my features.
“I’m about to cum daddy, I’m about to cum.” He is fucking my fucking brains out!
“I’m Cumming.” My moans grew so loud it could’ve broke a glass vast.
After making love in the living room we go another round in the bedroom. A couple orgasms later we are out of breath yet begging to fill the silence on account of what just happened.
“Love you baby.” He plants kisses on my forehead in the time I relax my head on his tatted chest.
“Love you too. You really can see yourself only being with me for the rest of your life?”
“Yes, can you?” he fires back the question after his response in low voice.
I glare up to look in his eyes to firmly assure him I was ready for him to be my husband.
“On Monday can you deposit the money in the envelope I left on the table.”
“Okay, I’ll do that before lunch.”
Not even five minutes we both shut our eyes then drift off to sleep happily engaged.
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“Ring… Ring… Ring…”
Steve’s phone in the living room rudely wakes me out of my slumber and I scowl towards the cable box
“3:16 AM” the time read in white lettering. Slowly I turn my attention to Steve; he was catching all the z’s with his mouth wide open snoring like a baby without a worry in the world. At a slow pace, I slide out the bed then tip toe my way out the bedroom avoiding to make the wooden floor squeak. Prior to stepping out the bedroom the phone rings again I stop in my tracks as my heart drops to my bare feet.
“Shit.” I mouth as I glimpse back to catch a sight of Steve still in deep sleep.
Heart beating like a drumroll as I curiously grasp his phone, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I read the message three time as I stand there in disbelief. Tears formed in my eyes as I read every word. I snap a photo of the messages with my phone beside his. I storm my way into the bedroom with his phone and my phone in hand then shove his shoulder hard as fuck. “Steve!” tears falling heavily on the bed.
“What… What babe.” He says in a groggy voice.
I should’ve put his phone in his face. “WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH!” I sob uncontrollably with tears cascading down my face. The longer I stood there the more my heart was breaking into a million pieces it would take more than glue to repair it back together. He rubs his eyes with both hands acting confused
“Huh?” he says now acting like he’s retarded.
“WHO THE FUCK IS A!” I repeat then I read the text.
“BABE. I THOUHT U WAS COMIN OVA TONITE, I MIS DAT DIC!” then I continued
“THAT BITCH CAN’T EVEN WRITE IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT! STEVE!”
When Steve finally decides to sit up shit goes all the way bad.
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Jay- Monday
“20, 40, 60, 80, 100 here you go Ms. Smith” I slide the cash under the glass window to the elderly olive colored woman. It’s the third of the month and the bank is packed wall to wall like were giving out free money.
“Thanks young man.” The old lady shot me a smile flashing her perfect white dentures while retrieving her currencies.
“You have a good one Ms. Smith” I shot the lady a smile back then I attend to the next customer
“Welcome to Citizens Bank how may assist you?” I said in my best businessman impression as I smile and wiggle my blue tie.
This is my second week working as a bank teller at Citizens bank in the East Liberty branch on the east end of Pittsburgh. When the judge slammed the hammer on my older brother Owe; sentencing him five years in the state prison for burglary in the third degree, I instantly changed routes and straightened my path.
I was a professional thief; we were breaking into mansions in the wealthy communities swiping items that had a nice price tag. Jewelry, cash, guns and whatever had value, this one time I stolen a million-dollar painting and sold the artwork for three hundred thousand dollars which I divided in three ways with Owe and my cousin Juju. The money was coming faster than speeding bullets, our lifestyle transformed from normal young adults without two pennies to rub together to living lavish. Expensive Jewelry, designer fabrics, plush two-bedroom condos on the north shore with a beautiful view of the city’s skyline, luxury cars and stunning trips out the country.
The women! shit the women were attracted to me like magnets. Other than my habitual thieving addiction I was a junkie when it came to the ladies. I damn near laid down a different broad in my bed every single night up until I met this attractive woman Amber at Original’s four years ago, in the middle of Pitt University. Owe, Juju and I was sitting at the table throwing down on our late-night snacks; I was devouring my breaded shrimp and basket full of fries; which I probably wouldn’t eat sober. Everything is pleasurable to the taste buds when you’re under the influence of drugs and alcohol; when I say drugs, I meant that lime green marijuana.
Original’s was crowed shoulder to shoulder, there were two long lines with people desperate to order their food, all chairs at each table were occupied. The place sounded like a million people were talking in unison. I was minding my business biting into a hand full of fries after dipping the potatoes in the mix bowl of cheese and ketchup when I noticed the most eye appealing woman I ever laid eyes on standing in line staring me down. Amber, had a long blond ponytail that swayed down to the middle of her back, at this time she was in her mid-twenties with a smooth brown sugar complexation. She wore big gold hoop earrings, shiny lip gloss that highlighted her full beautiful lips, tight light color blue jeans that exposed her phat ass and a blue jean short sleeved button up shirt which was buttoned half way which had her cleavage bulging out. I scanned her body from head to toe impressed that she had some of the prettiest feet I ever saw as she wore the fuck out of her red bottom pumps. She flashed me a smile and waved flirtatiously. I sent a smile back showing all thirty-two teeth as I felt Owe’s beefy forearm gently settle on my shoulder, he leaned towards me in a brotherly manner, bringhing his lips near my ear.
“Damn bra you see shorty, she choosing. You better swerve on that.” He spoke softly practically whispering.
“Umm Humm,” I nodded my head with agreement as I chewed my food gazing directly at Amber with the I want you grin on my mug. Juju’s eyebrows shot up with puzzle written on his face
“Who the fuck is you two eyeballing?” He took a glimpse back over his shoulder, following my gaze then quickly darted his eyes at Owe then me.
“Ayo, Jay that bitch is bad as fuck.” he said blaring with excitement as he leaned forward from the opposite side of the table, damn near stretching his neck to where Owe and I sat.
“Ju, calm your horny ass damn fam.” I uttered in a stern low voice giving him the stink eye.
Juju braced his lips, glanced over his shoulder for a second peep then he spoke again as he turned his attention back towards me.
“Her friend will get it too.” In the time Juju spotted his prey a lanky beige guy about six foot with a sandy brown crispy temple fade, displaying True Religion fabrics and Jordan sneakers sloppily approached Amber.
“CAN YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!” Amber’s words stood out over every conversation held in the restaurant, her pretty face was full of disgust as she shoved him on the chest. Amber’s little push didn’t make the beige guy budge; he swatted her hand and pushed closer up on her invading her personal space.
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” She nudged him again, this time a little harder.
Each second that ticked as I watched this coward ass nigga disrespect Amber the hotter I became. Out of frustration I tapped my left foot against the floor. I didn’t have to voice one word Owe and Juju glared at me already knowing what on mental.
“Tap, tap, tap, tap” until I had enough.
“GET OFF HER!” Amber’s friend intervened to rescue her BFF.
I drove both feet into the floor causing the metal bottoms of the chair to make a loud annoying sound as it slid back.
“BITCH YOU GOING PLAY ME AFTER I TOOK YOU ON A TRIP TO JAMAICA, I SPENT ALL THAT FUCKING MONEY ON YOU!” I heard the guy utter with anger in his tone, probably spitting in Amber face. Surprisingly I strolled toward the three calmly like there’s not a worry in the world, like Donald Trump wasn’t the president.
I stood beside Amber, gently planted a kiss on her left cheek then put my right arm around her shoulder. She glanced at me as if I was her knight in shining armor, just like that her defense was replaced with relief. I looked directly in the guy’s red eyes. “Look fam, this is my girl. I don’t know about the problems y’all had in the past but now she’s my problem.” I said politely even though I was steaming like a tea pot deep inside, one sign of disrespect and I was capable to blow like a whistle. The people in our surroundings of the restaurant cut their conversation short and watched us like a Love & Hip Hop episode. They were probably hoping for shit to escalate. His nose flared, chest expanded then he pointed his index towards Amber.
“THAT BITC…”
I stopped him mid-sentence. “What I say fam? She my problem now I advise you to get the stepping or we going have problems.” This time I spoke with fire in my tone. He stepped back with the quickness scared shitless
“Okay, Okay, I’ll leave.” He inched back with his hands up in surrender.
Stepping near the door he finished his sentence.“That bitch is a money hungry hoe!” he said then disappeared out the back door.
After a few dates, she became my woman, our relationship was one of the romantic relationships that you would read about in books. I didn’t mind sharing my wealth with her she was my everything. It’s not tricking if that’s your woman. There’s people out here with all the money in the world with no one to love who are miserable as shit. As long as the bills were paid and I was breaking into houses I didn’t give a fuck about what I spent on my woman, it wasn’t like she stayed home and not work. She had a job at the post office at that.
Now that I’m an employee for the bank and no longer breaking into houses; our relationship got rocky. As I sit here behind the glass window smiling, behind this perfect smile of mines was darkness.
“I would like to deposit this money in my business account.” A beautiful brown freckled face queen with pretty brown round dreamy eyes said as she slid an envelope under the slot of the window. The color of her long wavy hair was a darkish red, her eyebrow were perfectly arched looking natural, she had full wet lips and a small diamond in her nose. She was dressed in a baby blue scrub with a stethoscope around her neck.” I read her name tag clipped to her chest
Shadyside Hospital RN, Shaylin Stewart
I retrieved the stacks of cash from the envelope “What’s your account number?” I asked as I noticed the big diamond ring gleaming from the ring finger.
“I don’t know the business account numbers but I have my ID.” She glanced down in her creamy white Louis Vuitton bag then fished around until she retrieved her driver’s license.
She slid the Pennsylvania identification card towards me. I took a peep at the photo on the card then took a quick glimpse at Mrs. Shaylin Stewart; my eyebrows went up and my lips clamped tight as I admired her beauty. She appeared to be annoyed.
“What? That’s me. You think I’d give you a fake ID.” She said in a sarcasm tone after huffing with exasperation.
“No, No, No” I pleaded shaking my head. “I’m just admiring your picture on your driver’s license, your very photogenic.” Her frustration went to a slight smile. “You look as good as you look in person.” I shot a compliment as I swiftly typed the ID numbers on the card into the computer to pull the account number. There were two names on the High-Quality Cleaning Service account, Steve Johnson and Shaylin Stewart. I put the money in a money machine and let the apparatus count the dollars to the amount that was given to me in the envelope. I placed the bills in the drawer then present a receipt with the total that’s in the account.
“Thank you. And thanks for the compliment. I just been going through some things nothing against you.” She said with a smile that seem like it hurt.
“Shit, I understand.” I nodded my head with comprehension, the situation at home had me feeling abnormal as well. I continued “Well I hope… I mean, everything going get well, we got to speak shit into existence.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” She concurred.
“Hey.” I said with hesitance as she turned to walk away.
“Humm?” her eyebrows rose.
“If you don’t mind, I would like to have lunch with you one of these days.” I uttered not even thinking about my significant other.
“I don’t know if I can take your offer on that, I’m engaged but you’re cute though” she turned then disappeared out the door.
Sitting on the hard-uncomfortable chair in the break room I had already utilized ten minutes of my thirty-minute lunch break heating up the leftovers from my Uncle Peter’s cookout in the dirty sauce stained microwave.
“Oh, shit, Oh shit” I said watching these two drunk country white boys fight like animals in a cage over a beer. The fat red neck with tattoos in a red flannel cut sleeve shirt connected his fist firmly against the skinny bearded man causing him to dramatically stumble to the ground. Worldstarhiphop.com is definitely entertainment in my free time. As a scrolled to come across another video on the site as much amusing as the last video my phone rang, “Babe” displayed on the caller ID with Amber’s picture I captured on the beach in Fiji.
“What’s up babe.” I answered with dryness in my voice still bothered from last night.
“Hey baby, how’s your day?” she asked in happy high pitch tone.
“It’s Good, How about you, How’s your day?” I spoke adjusting myself on the hard chair.
“It’s fine, I just went a little shopping. Did you think about what we talked about last night?
I predicted that she was going to bring the conversation up from last night. Instantly she got under my skin. “No I haven’t, I’m not getting myself into that shit. Especially not
with some niggas I don’t know! how many times I’m going tell you Amber!” I growl
“I’m just asking dang…” her happiness tone went flat.
“Look I have a J O B Now Amber! You’re going have to respect my decision.” I spoke taking the last bite of the macaroni cheese that my grandma Joy made, wishing I had more.
“Okay, baby I respect your decision but this is an opportunity to make lots of money, you wouldn’t have to work for no white man ever again. You can be a boss like you use to be” Her words hit me like brass knuckles.
“I’m not about to have this conversation.” I said firmly, she had me so fucking hot I could’ve just throw my phone at the wall.
“Babe, Babe can I” in the middle of her plead I pressed the red end button on the cellular to end the call.
“Ding” the elevator stopped on the fifth floor, the mouthwatering whiff of pasta had my taste buds dancing as I strolled through the hallway to my apartment. It must’ve been Ms. Marino the old Italian lady in apartment 516 cooking dinner. I sure wished I could be sitting in her dining room digging in some of her saucy Italian flavors. When I slid the key in the key hole, I notice the smell was coming from under the cracks of my door. Instantly I began to get suspicious as I turned the key and pushed the door open to be met with a dark living room with candles flicking on the end tables.
What the fuck is Amber up to? I thought as the aroma slowly moved my legs to the dining room. The table in the dining room was dressed like a five-star restaurant, there was a humongous block of lasagna with a thin curl of smoke lazily arising as the cheese melted onto the clear glass plate, beside the plate next to another was the fork and the knife along with a tall glass of wine. Amber was glaring at me seductively under the relaxing brownish orange candle flame that stood in the middle of the table. My eyes scanned her body from head down to her polished pink pretty toes with desire as she sat at the table alone waiting for me barely dressed, wearing a thin black see through bra exposing her nipples and thong set revealing her sexy brown super model legs. My watering mouth now was watering for her juices, at this moment my feelings about greed were erased completely. I just wanted to sweep everything off the table including the steaming hot food then aggressively fuck her on top the it. The power of the P U S S Y drastically altered my suspiciousness to a straight up horn ball, it’s insane how I was on the verge of ending this relationship and beginning a new life without Amber but now I’m second guessing. She won me with her sex appeal.
“Take a seat babe.” She spoke with sexiness flowing in her voice. At a leisurely pace, I took a few steps then sat down across from Amber.
“I prepared your favorite dish.” She said adjusting her body in the chair to face forwards.
“Thanks baby, What’s all this for?” my eyes wandered the table.
“Because I appreciate you. You’ve been an outstanding man since we met, no matter if you take the job with Larry or not I’ll stand by your side no matter what the circumstances are.” Her words were like a massage on the back.
“I appreciate you too babe. This lasagna looks delicious can we eat now?” I asked jokingly as I rub my hands together glaring at the plate as if I was ready to attack.
I stuck my fork in the last bit of the flavorful lasagna then wiped my mouth with the napkin, despite the headaches Amber gave me in the past month I can confess she can throw down in the kitchen.
“Only if you knew how much I love your cooking.” I uttered smiling while I shook my head.
She slightly giggled as she stood to her two feet.
“You say that every time I cook for you.” She said reaching in front of me to retrieve my greasy empty plate.
“That shows you that I’m not lying.” I gazed at her ass switching in the time she made her way to the kitchen.
“Well I have something else for you to eat that’s more luscious than dinner. You can call this the Amber’s special dessert. Go in the bedroom and take off all your clothes.”
I heard the plates clanking in the sink as the water poured out the faucet. Promptly my dick grew hard; revealing a crease of my nine inches in my straight fit suit pants, her words had my hormones jumping like a pogo stick. Without a doubt, I stood up and walked to the bedroom calm, cool and collective. Best believe I could’ve ran in there and ripped my clothes off like a man turning into a werewolf when there’s a full moon. I stripped down to my birthday suit, sat on the bed and patiently waited for Amber’s debut appearance in the bedroom. The candles were lit on the two night stands and the orange lights from outside leeked through the cracks of the blinds, I heard police sirens somewhere in a great distance in the neighborhood. In minutes, I perceived a knock at the door
“Knock, knock, knock”
“Who is it?” I glared at the door playing Amber’s little kiddy knock knock game.
“It’s me cutie with the booty.”
She knocked again
“Yo, who’s at my fucking door?” I asked in a joking demand tone as I slowly stroked the rim of my hard-black manhood.
“Daddy if you want this sweet treat you better open this door.” she spoke sexually.
I slid off the bed, strolled to the door then turned the know; instantly she dropped to her knees with a can of whip cream in hand. She sprayed the cone of my dick then slid the tip of her tongue across it. I gazed in her eyes as she took a look in mines with deep affection. Amber lifted the can up; spraying my shaft making a foam line that matched my every inch then she slithered her tongue up and down my pole slowly as whip cream and saliva trickled down her chin.
“Damn, Babe damn babe.” moans slipped out my mouth. She grasped ahold of my handle, wrapped her pretty lips around my dick then began to take me in something seriously. With a combination of consistent strokes and neck motions my knees felt like noodles heating up in hot pot of water, she was sucking my dick like there was no tomorrow or next week. Her signature ponytail swung side to side while she inhaled and exhaled my length and thickness, her oral talents felt so damn pleasing it forced me to ponder why I can’t withdraw from this relationship. I honestly don’t want other niggas to experience her sexual, love making, make a man bust a hard nut expertise. In mid stroke, she put an end to the amazing head she was throwing me which compelled me to glance down, Amber bit her bottom lip with rapture in her eyes as my dick pulsated severely springing up and down.
“Your turn.” She stood to her feet with the can of whip cream in hand, with her free hand she grasped my hand then escorted me to the bed. She laid on her back, spread her legs open with her feet resting on the edge of the bed as I stood in front of her glaring down between her thighs while she massaged her clit through the thin material of the thong.
“Time for Amber’s special.” she spoke slowly sliding off her underwear. Once she fully removed her thong, she tossed the underwear at my chest. In the time the underwear fell to the carpet floor she aimed the white tip of the Reddi Whip then sprayed her clit like a juicy strawberry.
“Come eat your dessert.”
She didn’t have to speak twice I kneeled to my knees, grasped hold of her thighs, gradually pulled her body towards me then smashed my face in the pussy like cake at a wedding when the bride and groom cut the first slice. Even with a messy whip creamed facial I clamped my creamy lips around her clit then slid my slippery tongue across it back and forward as I filled my mouth up with saliva.
“Oh my gosh daddy, Oh my gosh.” She sobbed as she placed her hand over top of my head. Gliding the tip of my tongue side to side constantly non-stop generating friction to the love button while gently sucking at the same time.
“YES, YES eat this pussy!” she encouraged me.
“It’s yours baby, it’s yours, it feels so fucking good!” she pushed the back of my cranium down some more adding force like she was attempting to shove my head inside her pussy. I detached my writing hand which is the left from her thigh then I thrusted my index combined with the middle fingers in a upside arch form, inside her warm wet pussy. I continued to slide my tongue against the clit and tenderly suck as my fingertips massaged the ridged ceiling of her G-Spot in unison.
“Yes baby, yes!” her moans grew louder and louder, I knew for sure the neighbors below heard Amber’s shrieking. Shit, I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors beneath them can hear her as well.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shi.” her legs departed from the bed like 747 jet and hung in the air as she pushed down hard on my head.
“Here it comes, here it comes” she warned me. That was always my cue to remain steady and focus on frequently hitting her spot because if my lips moved one bit or if I stopped stroking her with my arched fingers that would be like pressing the restart button on an orgasm. It was like building a house then knocking it down with a bulldozer, right when the last finishing touch is painting the walls. I kept on licking, sucking and sliding my fingers in and out
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming” by the third time she announced she was cumming her legs stiffened and hands detached from the back of my head. Both of Amber’s hands randomly wander the bed to retrieve something else to grasp on which was a fist full of sheets in one hand and the edge of the mattress in the other as she released a coating of ecstasy all over my lips.
“Shittttt.” She wailed. I kept on sucking and licking even after she came.
“Oh, shit stop, stop, stop” She pleaded crawling back as she shoved her palms against my forehead to remove my lips from her goodies, probably because her pearl was sensitive from the breathtaking orgasm.
She laid there quivering in an orgasmic shock as her chest heaved in and out while breathing massively. I honestly don’t want to blow my horn but I ate the fuck out of her pussy, she probably was in a whole another world.
I didn’t give her time to recuperate, swiftly I wiped the sweet juices off my chin then yanked her body toward mines by the thighs; Aggressively dragging her to the edge of the bed. I planted my feet firmly to the floor, grasp hold of my already hard manhood then plugged it gradually inside of her warm ocean, her barrier of pleaser tightened as I shoveled deeply.
“Ummm.” She moaned with her eyes shut as I thrusted out then thrusted back in constantly.
For the introductory I stroked her at a slow pace but yet firm strikes while I whipped my hips between her thighs.
“Oh damn baby I can feel that dick in my stomach.” She uttered in a sexy moan. The momentum of my down tempo penetrating speed as she moaned from each and every stroke. I eased my grasp from her throat then I turned towards Amber to meet for a kiss. The kiss was actually passionate for the first time in a mouth of Sundays. Our tongues tied with ardor like shoelaces on new Nikes in unison as I penetrated her insides.
“Yes, Yes, Baby” she wrapped he legs around my lower back and swaddled her arms around my neck. Amber’s sex was always amazing but this night amazing was an understatement. Her sex was more like astonishing nah fuck that, that’s an understatement as well. There’s not one word that I can register in my mind how mind blowing our love making was. I was definitely satisfied.
We were fucking like two wild animals, each stroke I landed she pulled herself into my thrust.
“I want you to cum with me, I want you to cum on this dick.” I groaned pumping my waist with rhythm between her legs as sweat beads form on my forehead.
“I… love… you… I… Love… this…fuck…ing…dick.” She spoke each word between strokes.
In and out, in and out our naked bodies collided making skin clapping noises blended with head board banging against the wall and our moans. In no time, I felt a wave of chillness shoot from my toes to the standing hair on my neck.
“I’m cumming. I’m… about… to… cum..” she moaned each word separately as her body get tense.
“cum with me, cum with me” I demanded in a shaky voice.
“Ughhhhhhhh” I groaned but this time much louder as my body got frail. Simultaneously she screamed.
“Oh, my goshhhhh.” As she compressed her arms tighter around my neck. At that split second our wetness clashed with one another as we both cum at the same time.
After we fucked for another hour we laid next to one another, she was on her phone as usual watching people Snapchat videos or Instagram stories; me I was half way sleep until she surprised me with a question.
“Babe.” She said in pleasantly
“What’s up babe.” I turned my focus toward Amber hoping to God she doesn’t mention something about running up in someone’s house.
“Can… I have $1,500,” she asked boldly. I went from half sleep to fully awake in no time. I had a few thousand saved up but that shit was for important consideration I was basically living off the money I saved from the burglaries in the past.
“For, What?” I asked, glaring at her like she had three eyes.
“Because, I need it.”
“What you need it for, that’s a good bit of money.” I scratched my head with confusion.
“I…I… need it to book a plane ticket with my friends, we’re going to Miami next month.”
“Your plane ticket is $1,500 what are y’all taking a jet?” I gave her a half giggle “I’ll think about it; I’ll have to sleep on that because my funds are getting low.”
She turned her body the opposite way then distance herself away from me. “You wouldn’t have to think about nothing if you went on that job with Larry.” She whispered under her breath loud enough to make sure I could hear.
Those words were like upper cuts to the chin from Floyd Mayweather “WHAT! WHAT THE FUCK YOU MUMMBLE UNDER YOUR BREATH!” I barked as I sat up glancing down at the back of her head. She didn’t utter one word like she suddenly went deaf, her quietness had my blood boiling even more. “IF I WENT ON THAT JOB WITH LARRY. HUH? IS THAT WHAT YOU SAID? She remained soundless like her mouth was duct taped in a kidnapping. “You know what. Now I’m not giving you shit.” I said in a serene voice.
She whipped her neck back towards me with rage written all over her beautiful face which was ugly to me because of her unappealing heart. “YES, I SAID THAT SHIT!” She yanked the sheets from over her body “I CAN’T DEAL WITH NO BROKE ASS NIGGA. I TRIED TO HELP YOUR BROKE ASS MAKE SOME EASY MONEY BUT SINCE YOU DON’T WANT THE JOB, NOW I HAVE TO SUFFER.” She caught her breath then rolled off the bed to stand to her feet. “I GUESS I’LL HAVE TO GET THE MONEY SOMEWHERE ELSE. IT’S CRAZY HOW.”
“IT’S CRAZY HOW WHAT!” I interrupted her in the middle of her furious rant then finished the sentence “YOU CAN BE OUT HERE HOING! GO BE WITH THEM NIGGAS I’M TIRED OF YOU THOWING THAT SHIT IN MY FACE!” I spoke in outrage with thunder in my tone. Amber’s silhouette stood in the doorway as the dim kitchen stove light shined behind her; chest heaved in and out as she huffed and puffed. She didn’t like the hoe statement; this was my first time downgrading this woman out of the four years we dated. The apartment was filled with silence the only noise I heard was from the motor running in the fridge making a buzzing sound. She broke the soundlessness
“You know what Jay, that’s just want I’m going to do.” She spoke in a slight whisper through grunted teeth. “Maybe I’ll find a nigga that can treat me like a lady like you once did.”
For a minute, I was second guessing my remarks, I honestly would hate to watch this woman leave my presence for eternity. I sure can’t imagine another man dick dipping inside my Amber epically after I invested so much into to her like money, trust, respect, love and most important my time that I will never get back; I wished I can get a refund for all that shit. My regretful thoughts vanished rapidly when she spoke again.
“Maybe I can fuck with Larry. That nigga is a boss. Unlike someone I know.” She smirked. She lit a fucking flame under my ass along with gasoline, I became so heated if water was thrown on me the liquid will convert into steam. I swiftly stood to my feet bare naked, dick swinging and all, deep down I intended to smack the fuck out of this bitch but I witnessed my mother take brutal beatings giving by my step father in my youth, so putting my hands on a woman wasn’t an option. Instead I glared in her eyes with my eyes lowered filled with pain behind them
“GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE! PACK YOUR FUCKING SHIT. YOU UNGREATFUL BITCH.” I said in a beastly growl.
And Just like that she packed all her clothes then disappeared into the hallway after slamming the front door with these last words.
“You’re going to regret this.”
….
(Two weeks later- Citizen Bank.)
It’s Monday morning and the doors are unlocked for customers to come in to handle their finances. I’m Behind the glass window replacing a roll of paper in the receipt printer
“How was your weekend Jay?” My co-worker Anna Lee a beautiful Asian woman in her mid-thirties asks in broken English as she counts a stack of ones.
“It was Okay. I did a little drinking and hanging out you.” I respond struggling to close the printer.
“Whoa sounds fun Jay. I didn’t even get no sex; my weekend was boring Jay. Boring.”
Shit I didn’t either, I thought as the roll of receipt paper popped out the printer then made its way on the floor.
“FUCK!” I utter.
“Excuse me ma’am you, have to take your glasses off.” I heard Kevin the lanky white security guard demand in a shaky voice in the time I bent to retrieve the roll of paper. When I stood up to observe the commotion, the guard had his arms stretched out attempting to block the lady with the sunglasses from coming further inside.
“Move out my way. I have to withdraw some money!” She spoke shoving his arms out the way and storming past him. I shot a quick glance at Anna, her rosy colored skin went yellow. She was spooked like the lady was going to rob the place. If a genie granted Anna one wish I guarantee she’d wish to vanish from this bank. The guard was on her tail as she walked to the middle table where the deposit and withdraw slips are.
“Ma’am I’m going to tell you one more time to take those sunglasses off they’re not permitted inside this bank.” He speaks with irritation. I gaze at the woman again; her hair was a hot mess like she just woke up out the bed and said “fuck It,” then went about her day, she was dressed in a black hoodie with black tight jeans the exposed that fatty she was dragging behind her but she appears to be very familiar.
“And I’m going to tell you one more time sir, NO!” she yells glaring dead in his face then she grabs a slip and a pen. I turn to Anna who was now panicky -that’s an understatement she is on the verge of shitting on herself, her hand creeps under the cash register to press the alert button. Before she can hit the button, my memory button was pushed. The crazy lady was Shaylin the nurse from Shadyside hospital, something was wrong she seems distraught.
“Anna Please don’t push that button, I know her.” I dart from the back then enter the lobby. The guard yanks Shaylin’s arm aggressively then she goes off like a siren.
“GET OFF ME YOU RENT-A- COP,” She pulls her arm from his grip.
I hurry towards the two before shit escalates even more.
“Hey, Kev I got this man. I know this young lady. She my long-time friend.” I say glaring at her with a grin on my face. Kevin backs off at the same time they gaze at each other like worst enemies.
“So,” I adjust my tie “May I help you with anything” I ask. I notice her hand is naked, she isn’t rocking that humongous diamond she flashed two weeks ago. Sunglasses on a rainy day and no engagement ring, when I put two and two together then it hits me like some brass knuckles; Her dude is abusive.
I ask Shaylin once again to take her on a date after assisting her financial needs, sliding her $2,000 all in hundreds; a repeat of last time she declines my offer but fortunately she takes my number.
…
Shaylin Mother’s house. Two days later.
It’s been two weeks since I read the disturbing text message that broken my heart into little tiny pieces in Steve’s phone. I’m certain he had hoes stored in his black flip phone along with the drug users that calls him for their next hit. Those bitches in his trap phone weren’t relevant but when a man gives his personal phone number to a woman that signifies she’s more significant which shows he cares for this bitch. I rudely woke him out his sleep then confronted him about a bitch in his phone he stored as A. I’m positive the home wrecker bitch name began with A and for days I pondered all the A names I could think of like I was attempting to name a newborn baby with the first letter of the alphabet. I was bitching and cursing a storm regarding to the woman he’s creeping with but Steve was too pussy to man up and confess. Instead he leaped off the bed with murder written all over his face. A mass of fear shot through my body which caused me to step back. Swiftly I darted out the bedroom, through the dining room to the front door in the living room. Steve was on my trail the whole way though and as soon as I touched the door knob I felt his hand grasp the back of my neck.
“YOU FAT BITCH I TOLD YOU, I DON’T KNOW WHO THE FUCK SHE IS.” He said turning my body around to face him. His eyes showed nothing but death. He grasped his strong hands around my throat tightly. His comment referring to my weight hurt more than his tight grip. Tears cascaded down my eyes as he went on. “I TOLD YOU, YOURE NOBODY WITHOUT ME. AIN’T NO NIGGA GOING TO WANT YOUR FAT ASS!”
After giving birth to my son I gained a few pounds and developed a slight gut with Tiger strips across which are called stretch marks, Steve couldn’t stand my striped stomach. There were nights he wouldn’t touch with me unless I had a shirt on.
I reached for my neck to make an effort to put a gap between my windpipe and his hand as I struggled to breath.
“WHAT YOU GOING DO LEAVE ME!” He compressed his grip like vice grip.
“HUH! HUH! YOU GOING TO LEAVE ME BITCH HUH!” each Huh he hostilely jerked my neck with force.
I couldn’t utter one word; he was strangling the fuck out of me as if he was seeking to end my life. When he let loose of my neck he stormed to the bedroom for a hot second, retuned back to the Livingroom with an arm full of my clothes.
“If you want to leave then bitch leave.” He said in a low scary tone. Steve tossed the clothes at my chest, I caught one or two items but the rest sloppily tumbled to the floor.
“You won’t be needing this either.” He threw my phone at the wall like a major-league baseball pitcher causing my iPhone 6 to shatter.
“Now get the fuck out.” He growled.
My son and I stayed over my mother’s house for the weekend by Sunday night I returned home after his apologetic call on the cordless house phone. He bought me the latest iPhone and some new red bottom heels; the gifts weren’t nothing compared to the father and son bond the two boys had when they were together. That’s when I realized that I willing to work out whatever to keep my family together.
A week later Steve left his phone face down in the SUV cup holder, plug in the changer when he disappeared in the convenience corner store while I sat in the passenger seat. I was scrolling through The Shade Room, a popular blog account on Instagram, reading the daily tea on the celebrities as I double tapped a photo of Quavo from Migos at the BET awards. Steve’s phone rang. I glared in the store to perceive if Steve was coming out, he was somewhere in the store hiding behind a shelf full of goodies. My conscience told me to ignore the ringing phone but my woman intuition informed me differently my eyes darted to the glass window of the store to his phone. He was nowhere in sight
“Fuck it!” I said under my breath with a heart beating like a drumroll. Hesitantly I reached for the ringing phone when I caught sight of the name stored his phone instantly I began to tremble with hurt and rage. My woman intuition never stood me wrong it was that mistress bitch A. With unsteady wobbly weak hands, I pressed the green accept option to answer the phone.
“Hello.” I said in a calm tone deep inside I was fucking screaming.
“Well, Hello is Prince there.” Her voice flowed through the other end of the phone with condescending in her tone.
“This is his fiancée may I ask who this is?” I stretched the word fiancée to let that bitch know who the fuck I was. She let out a slight giggle.
“You don’t need to know all of that. Put our man on the phone.” Instantly I snapped like fingers, I could’ve just snatched the bitch through the phone and beat her ass to a pulp.
“WHAT YOU SAY BITCH, OUR WHAT!?” I spat flames
“Our man, where is he at?” still speaking in a calm snobbish tone, that shit got me even more mad.
“LOOK BITCH YOUR GONE GET!”
Out of nowhere I heard the driver’s door open. “Ayo, give me my phone.” Steve ordered as he sat down to reach for the cellular device. I denied his request and pulled my right arm back so the phone can be out of his reach.
“WHO THE FUCK IS A? STEVE!” I said with tears forming in my eyes. The only words that he can utter were
“Give me my phone.” He leaned over to attempt to retrieve his phone but now we were tussling
“GIVE ME MY FUCKING PHONE BITCH.” He said in a booming tone as I waved the phone back and forward in the air to reject his strive. The Bitch A probably remained on the phone getting a kick out altercation she was hearing.
“WHY STEVE? WHY? YOU SAID YOU WERE DONE WITH THAT BITCH!” I sobbed, face raining with tears.
“GIVE ME MY FUCKING PHONE YOU FAT BITCH.” That’s when I felt his fist strike me in the left eye. I released the grip of his phone like it became hotter then lava rocks then suddenly I tended to my eye that was puffing up rapidly. I placed both hands on my face and cried and cried until I had the courage to lift my head up.
“I’m done Steve, I can’t do this anymore.” I opened the door and walked away. He followed me in his Range Rover beside my every step.
“Let’s talk about this babe.” He pleaded from the passenger window leaning over the arm rest while another car trailed behind him patiently.
“NO! Please leave me the fuck alone, I’m done Steve.” With tears still rolling down my face.
“Babe, I’m sorry. Get in and let’s talk about it.” His sorry ass continued to beg with sincerity in his voice.
“Beep beep.” The driver behind quickly was losing their patience and so was Steve.
“GET THE FUCK IN THE CAR NOW SHAYLIN!” He spat in the time the dark skin guy’s facial expression went from relaxed to annoyed as he pressed heavy on the horn.
“MOVE THE FUCK OUT THE WAY!” the guy yelled in unison as the horn continued to blow.
“I’m fine, I’m just going call me an Uber I’m done.” I carried on walking.
“Oh! You’re done.” He paused for a slight second as the car behind him sped around Steve.” “Okay, don’t come back home and I want that fucking ring back.” Without saying a word, I slid the engagement ring off my finger then threw that shit over his SUV to the opposite curb.
“Fetch that shit.” I said then I sped my walking pace into a slight run. He slammed his brakes causing the tires to squeal.
“FUCK YOU, YOU FAT BITCH.” He screamed as I heard the door open then shut firmly.
I ran and never peered back; once I located a safe spot to squirrel away I got an Uber ride to my mother’s house and since than that’s where I’ve been the past two days.
Earlier today this Monday morning at the bank I modeled my designer sun glasses but this time I didn’t put them on for fashion; sad to say I had them on to shield the embarrassing swollen black and blue eye. I was striving to be low key as possible I didn’t want people to stare and be judgmental but the rent-a-cop had to blow my spot up with his reeking breath. The guard got under my skin following me throughout the bank, attempting to block me from handling business.
“Take your glasses off.” He repeated maybe a million times which was pushing my button contently. I was seconds from getting possession of my pepper spray and showering his face until the beautiful rich chocolate bank teller intervened with his fitted white dress shirt accessorizing with navy blue tie, dressed in khaki slim pants and brown dress shoes. My heart melted like ice cream on a hot high humid day, when I mention chocolate, to tell the truth his skin looks like a brownie coming fresh out the oven. I would bite right into him. Two weeks ago, I had the identical thoughts regrading this man but two weeks ago I was newly engaged. He was around 5’10 in between mid-shinny and stocky, spectacular smile added with dimples and a thick beard. This man also smelled amazing, at that moment I had a desire to sniff his whole damn body. Us women have knowledge in who we want to give our pussy to, honestly, I would’ve fucked this man right in the bank earlier.
His name is Jay Reed, last time we encountered I denied his date request unfortunately he asked again but nevertheless I declined his offer again. I was stuck in the darkness of my last relationship, right then and now wasn’t the best time to get involved with someone else.
“That’s fine.” He said as he grasped a business card that has his first and last name on the front along with the bank name and his job title. He flipped the card then scribbled his number on the back.
“If you want to talk I’m here to listen. Since I can’t get a date out of you.” He shot me a smile then slid the card under the glass window.
11:39 PM at mother’s house I’m in the guest room lying in the comfortable bed beside my son that’s sleeping like there’s not a worry in the world. This room used to be my bedroom back in my youth age, surprisingly my mother kept the cut-out magazine pages of the young Bow Wow and B2K along with a handful of other artists taped on the wall. As soon as I began to reminisce on how amazing life was as a child growing up in Highland Park an East Side community of Pittsburgh my thoughts were interrupted by my phone chirping to inform me that there was a new message. I reached over my son slowly to retrieve the phone trying my best to avoid waking him up. Once the phone was in hand I read the text.
Babe. I’m sorry I need you to come back. Steve pleaded for the thousandth time. This man was soaking in his regret but this was a repeat episode. Each and every time he did something wrong he’d beg until his knees bled. I’m over the bullshit I mentally made a firm decision that I’m done for good, he didn’t deserve a loyal woman and that’s all that I’ve been for him. I was in his corner like a boxer’s trainer no matter what the results was win or lose I was there. We’re both iPhone users; yesterday I changed the text setting to inform him that the message was read under the message he sent. I ignored the message then suddenly the handsome bank teller clouded my mind so I reached over my son once again then grasped the business card with Jay’s number on the back. The phone rang twice on the third ring I contemplated hanging up on the forth.
What are you doing? It’s almost midnight he was probably sleep or occupied with a woman, I thought to myself.
“Hello.” He said in a foggy voice, I can imagine him on the other end of the phone naked or maybe just in his boxers half sleeping wiping his eyes.
“Hey, it’s me Shaylin the woman from the bank.” I spoke hesitantly with shyness as I glared down at my son while he slightly shifted his body to turn his back towards me.
“Oh hey, hey, wow I didn’t expect you to call me.” Now the tone in his voice was filled with excitement.
“Sorry did I wake you up.” I said with compassion.
“No, No You’re fine how you doing?”
“I’m doing well.” Deep down inside I wanted to mention that I was damaged I thought as I continued “Just lying in the bed next to my son. I should be sleep right now but for some apparent reason I can’t.”
“I know that exact restless feeling it was more like stress for the last couple weeks for me.” Stress was less describing the shit I was feeling it was more like destruction.
“Well I guess we’re in the same boat.” I slightly giggled.
“I guess, but time will pass and whatever both of our situations are we’re going look back be and be pleased in ourselves.” His little pep talk had me about to scream “YAH”
We held a conversation for almost two hours; we literately poured all our feelings out the bag, he was like a best friend I never had. He listened to all my troubles and did not judge one bit. He mentioned his ex- girlfriend was a money hungry gold digger, she’s now messing with a drug dealer and on top of that she had disappeared for two weeks. I guess we were really in the same boat just different stokes with dissimilar waves. Once the intriguing conversation got closer to the end, instead of him inquiring a date I asked.“How about we have dinner Friday night?”
“Sure. But dinner on me. A woman shouldn’t pay on the first date.” He said politely spilling his gentlemen rules through the receiver.
…
Friday night-
“Hey, love I’m outside.”
I read Jay’s text as I glared in the bathroom mirror at the healing eye, it was getting better each day. I applied makeup over the eye to cover up the black mark then I texted. “Okay, Give me one minute.” Glancing in the mirror giving myself a double take before I flipped the light switch off to exit the bathroom. Despite the harsh words Steve used to break me down I thought highly of myself and tonight I was somebody to admire. I was dress in a shoulder less white dress fitting tight against my brown skin that stopped at the Leo lion tattoo on my upper thigh, black open toes stilettos pump that displayed my polished orange toes that Lee, the Asian guy painted at Al nail spa on Penn Avenue. Earlier in the day I got my hair washed, blow-dried and styled by Book Rae at 4ever L’amour Studio in the heart of Downtown Pittsburgh on Fourth Avenue. I accessorized with a cheap gold neckless that I thought was cute from Forever21 and a Rolex watch that Steve bought for my birthday two years ago. For the past week, you’ve would’ve thought I was zombie walking around with my head down with depression. That was not the fact tonight I was glowing feeling good about myself with pride in each step I took.
“Oh my God” My mother said with her hands to the mouth glaring at me with amazement, the same exact way she looked at me when I stepped out my bedroom with my prom dress on ten years ago.
“Look at you, you’re so beautiful baby.” She complimented me with a smile as baby Steve ran around my mother legs coming towards me with joy while swinging his teddy bear by the foot.
“Mommy, Mommy.” He said in his jolly little voice with open arms, as soon as I extended mine he jumped in my arms to embrace me.
“Love you.” I kissed him on the cheek.
“Love you too, Mommy.” He replied then he continued “Where’s daddy? I’m miss him.” I glanced at my mother; she gave me a look of concern.
“Hey, pumpkin head let’s get some snacks.” She cut in on his thoughts.
He darted to my mother then jumped in her arms.
“Have a good time baby, be safe out there.” My mother said with care then disappeared in the kitchen.
“You want some cookies.” My mother uttered.
“Cookieeesssss.” Baby Steve screamed with happiness.
When I opened the door, Jay was standing on the porch with a dozen beautiful red roses in his hands under the porch light. He was dressed in a short sleeve Lacrosse navy blue Polo shirt with the hat to match, brown fitted ankle dress pants and brown loafers.
“Wow. You’re wow...” he stuttered with wide eyes attempting to let the words out his mouth. He gave me the roses.
“Wow. You’re so beautiful.” He shook his head. “I meant you’re more than beautiful that’s an understatement.”
“Aww. Thank you. You’re so sweet.” I’m sure all the blood went straight to my cheeks as I blushed. Surprisingly when we approached his black Chevy Impala he reached for the latch on the passenger side and opened the door for me. He held the tip of my fingers as I sat down in his car.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He replied then shut the door. I eyeballed him the whole way around the hood of the car until he opened his door to take a seat. We haven’t departed from the house and he’s already spoiling me with royalty.
“Have you ate at the Hyde Park Steakhouse on the north shore?” he asked in the time it takes him to press the ignition button to start the car. Steve had taken me there one or two times in the past. Their juicy tender mouthwatering steak was definitely something to die for.
“Yes. I have, I love that place.” I answered.
“Good, I made reservation for us.”
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