Child Support (Urban Books)

by Amour

  He placed his hand on my thigh, and the warmth of his hand there made me wet. I wanted so much more. I unbuckled his pants and pulled his dick out of those unattractive whitey tighties. He was kind of small, and he wasn’t so thick, either, but I had already started, so I had to finish. I placed his dick in my mouth and began sucking it gently. The taste was somewhat salty, and maybe I should have made him wash it first, but I wasn’t thinking. I started sucking it faster, letting the saliva drip from my mouth down his shaft.

  He moaned loudly as he pressed his hand to the back of my head. He didn’t pull my hair, like I would have preferred, and after about ten minutes of my amazing head game, I decided that he needed the real deal. He placed a LifeStyles over his dick, and I mounted him. There was something about riding a dick that put me on top of the world. He enjoyed the way I bounced up and down on him. I was sure he had never experienced sex like this.

  I pulled him by the hair on the back of his head so that he could look me dead in the face. At that moment, I saw what I hated seeing. I let go of his hair. In my mind, I knew I had to move quickly. I kept riding while I searched the room with my eyes for something that I could use. When I saw nothing within my reach, I just grabbed his neck. I pressed my thumbs on his throat, causing him to change colors. He was choking.

  He grabbed my wrists, gasping for air, but I continued to hold his throat. By the time I let go, his body lay there stiff.

  “Did I put you to bed with this pussy, baby?” I asked while I still sat on top of him. I got up and rolled the condom off his dick. “He never even came,” I said aloud while shaking my head.

  I went to the bathroom to flush the condom down the toilet. When I was done, I took his pants and drawers from around his legs and threw them on the floor. I put his legs up on the couch and checked his pulse. . . . He still had one. I went over to the bed to get a cover so that I could cover him up. He was still alive, but he was so drunk that I doubted if he’d remember who I was tomorrow. As he remained lifeless, I took a quick shower, and then I cut up the towels that I had used, balled them up, and put them inside a big towel.

  I kissed Josh good-bye, and then I made my exit. I saw a garbage chute by the elevator so I threw the towels in there before getting on the elevator. There wasn’t anyone in the lobby besides the lady at the front desk. I didn’t look her way. I left through the double doors to the outside world and flagged down a cab.

  “Yes,” I said, never looking up. One of the ditzy twins at work had called my name. I hoped it was work related, because we all knew there weren’t any good vibes between us.

  “We just wanted to know if you wanted to go out with us tonight.”

  I looked up at her and gave her a crazy look. It was Porsha. She was rocking the ugliest cheetah-print vest with some black slacks.

  “I know we dislike each other, but we need to drop the unnecessary beef,” Porsha stated with hope in her eyes. I didn’t know if she was being genuine or trying to set me up. Them bitches were always up to something, so I stayed on my toes when it came to them.

  “Go where?” I asked while I continued to focus on my assignment, marking appointments.

  “Just to eat. We just want to kill the beef. I don’t even know why we never liked each other to begin with.”

  I smacked my lips. She knew damn well they started the beef when Mr. Bennifeld gave me my own space. They’d been petty and jealous ever since. I agreed to go eat with them just to see how things would go.

  We all decided to go to Connie’s Pizza to eat after work. Porsha and Kim rode together, and I drove by myself. I didn’t trust them enough to be carpooling. They pulled off before I did, and when they were out of sight, I decided to switch into my all-white Vans tennis shoes, even though they didn’t look right with the coral skirt suit I was wearing. Luckily, they were the kind with no shoestrings, so it didn’t look too tacky that I wasn’t wearing any socks. I felt I needed to be on guard at all times with those two. I opened the back door of my car and slipped out of my coral pumps.

  They were already seated with drinks at the table when I arrived. I walked over to the table they were at and sat in the booth next to Porsha.

  Kim smiled. She was sitting directly across from me, and I could tell she was happy I came. “We ain’t think you were going to come,” she said and giggled. Her red silk shirt was tight. Her clothes always were. Kim just knew she was cute, but unfortunately, she was far from it. She seemed like she was down to earth and a fun person to be around. She just wasn’t my type of person.

  I chuckled. “Oh, my feet started hurting, so I had to stop and change shoes. That’s why it took me a little while.”

  “Well, I’m glad you came.” Porsha smiled. I figured she had never had a problem with me. She just didn’t have her own identity, so she always followed Kim. Porsha was much prettier. She was model-figure tall and wore a healthy wrap in her hair. Her skin was cocoa brown and flawless.

  “I’m glad I came too.”

  “Yeah, I hate us feuding and shit. You seem like a cool bitch,” Kim confessed. She had a potty mouth. Every other word was a curse word.

  Porsha nodded her head, cosigning as usual. I just shook my head. There really wasn’t much to say.

  The waitress came over.

  “What can I get you to drink today?”

  I ordered lemonade, as usual, and we all ordered a large pepperoni pizza. After the waitress left, we sat in complete silence for a good awkward ten minutes, until Porsha broke the ice.

  “So, Angel, what do you do outside of work? You seem kinda quiet,” she said as she twirled her straw in her cup.

  “I’m a bartender at Vision Nightclub,” I said, turning to her and looking her in the eyes. “You?” I asked.

  “Shit, I like to party.” She laughed, as if I should have known.

  I cracked a small smile while I imagined what type of outfit she would come up with since her fashion sense had no sense. If she thought wearing anything like that vest she had on now was club worthy, then she needed to reevaluate herself.

  “What about you, Kim? What you like?” I asked, turning my attention to her.

  “I have a nine-year-old daughter, and that’s what I do most of the time,” she emphasized.

  I nodded my head. I knew all too well what it was like to have to take care of a kid.

  The waitress brought my drink and our pizza all on a tray. I watched her as she handled it with one hand. She set the tray on a stand and handed me my drink with a straw. As the waitress sat the pizza down on the table, I noticed Kim staring at me. I looked up at her, and she quickly turned her head. I didn’t know if she was staring in admiration or if it was one of those up-to-no-good stares. I couldn’t tell the difference, but I was hoping like hell she was admiring me, because I did not feel like whupping her ass.

  I decided to go to the bathroom, so I excused myself from the table and headed to the back of the restaurant, where the bathroom was located. I stood over the plastic sink and sighed. Something about this get-together just didn’t sit right with me. I couldn’t prove that they were being shady. I had no evidence that they were up to anything, so I fixed my hair and headed back out to them.

  Kim’s head was down and Porsha’s back was facing me when I got to the table.

  “Girl, he want her out the game. He said that’s why he sitting in jail now, for allegedly raping her. His own damn daughter,” Porsha said, as if she didn’t believe whoever the victim was, was in fact a victim at all.

  When I got in her line of sight, she stopped talking about it and quickly changed the subject. It wasn’t like I knew any of the characters in her story. I wondered why she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. We didn’t know any of the same people. I jumped on board and joined her new discussion about Kim’s no-good man, Paul.

  We ate, talked, and laughed the rest of the evening out. I was somewhat wishing we could have ended the beef a lot sooner. Still, my gut told me to stay on guard with these two. Since my gut w
as always right, I decided that I wouldn’t allow myself to get so comfortable so soon with them.

  Before we went our separate ways, we agreed to go out together that Friday.

  Crystal’s school had taken the second graders to a camp for kids with learning disabilities for the week. I needed the break. Hell, I needed every break I could get. It wasn’t that I didn’t want my sister. It was just that caring for her and knowing my child would be the same age was hard. I didn’t know if my baby was dead or alive, and that killed me inside.

  Clifton had asked me to meet him at the airport, and since I had nothing else to do, I took him up on the offer. It was chilly out, so I grabbed my black leather jacket and jogged down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, I noticed my red leather gloves sitting on the end table in the living room. I decided to take them, just in case it had gotten worse outside.

  I locked the door behind me and hopped in my Taurus. I looked down at my navy blue leggings and black heels. I was cute and elegant, but now I realized why I was so cold. I was wearing spring gear. I decided to put my gloves on.

  I pulled my visor down to look in the mirror. I noticed blood on both gloves. I instantly got paranoid. Where did this blood come from? I thought. I quickly took them off. It was necessary that I get rid of them. I didn’t even know whose blood it was. I panicked, not knowing where I would ditch them, but knowing I needed to do so soon. I threw them on the armrest and started my car. I decided to just head to the airport and disregard my discovery, for now.

  When I pulled up to the front entrance of the airport, there Clifton stood, looking so good. He was wearing a black Jordan sweat suit with the matching shoes. He had a Louis Vuitton suitcase in each hand. He was smiling from ear to ear when he saw me pull up. He didn’t have his grill in. I doubted if all those diamonds in it would make it past the metal detector, anyway.

  I parked my car and hurried out to help him put his luggage in the trunk. A few thirsty female fans rushed him, and as he talked to them, I opened the trunk. I decided to see if there was any room in my trunk for his stuff. When I opened up the trunk, I immediately closed it. There was blood in the trunk of my car. I stood there, trying to put these pieces together. I didn’t know who or where the blood had come from, but I was determined to find out.

  “Hey, you,” Clifton hollered with a smile.

  “Huh,” I said, snapping out of my trance and looking in his direction. I smiled and walked up to him. He greeted me with open arms, and we embraced.

  “My trunk is junky, so you can just put your bags in here,” I instructed while opening the back door.

  He did as I said and placed his heavy luggage on the backseat. After he was done with that, he got in the passenger’s seat and we were off.

  “So where are you going to stay while you’re here?” I asked as I hopped on the highway. He smelled good and looked even better. I had to constantly remind myself to keep my mind out of the gutter, even though his presence made it hard for me.

  “I thought with you,” he said, sounding disappointed. I turned to him to see if he was serious. His facial expression told me that he was.

  “Clifton—”

  “Call me Cliff,” he interrupted.

  “Cliff, I would love for you to stay with me, but Mr. Bennifeld would fire my ass if he knew I was messing with you.” As bad as I wanted him to stay with me, I knew he couldn’t. He wasn’t worth me losing my job.

  “How is he going to know?” He chuckled.

  I sat there wondering the same thing. He had a good point, because I had no intention of telling Kim or Porsha, and that would be the only way Mr. Bennifeld could find out.

  “You have a point,” I confessed.

  He placed his hand on my thigh. “Baby, if you don’t want me to stay with you, I could always get a hotel room,” he stated.

  I glanced at him. He was smiling. He was irresistible, and I wanted a piece of him. I smiled back. “That’s not the case,” I said.

  I began to wonder if my house was clean and if it was even big enough for him. I knew he was used to the finer things, and I didn’t have any of that. I hadn’t expected him to want to stay at my house or even consider it.

  “I’m just saying, we barely know each other, so I understand. I can get a room, and you can come stay with me some of the nights I’m here. I wouldn’t mind if you stayed every night,” he confessed.

  I wondered what kept him so into me. We hardly knew anything about each other; we were not even close.

  I smiled. He was winning me over. We decided that he would get a room and I would just stay with him. That seemed like the more logical thing to do, because I didn’t know if he was crazy or what. Hell, I didn’t know him.

  He decided to stay at the Palmer House Hilton on East Monroe. The hotel looked very familiar, but I couldn’t recall ever being there before. The valet took my keys, took Cliff’s luggage out, and told me that he would park my car for me. The hospitality would definitely keep me here at the hotel. All the employees wanted us to do was check in and go to our room. They even handled the luggage for us.

  Once inside the hotel, I gazed in amazement at the walls, the huge elevator doors, and the decor. It must have been déjà vu, because it felt like I had been here before. Who with was the question. After Cliff signed in and got the key to his room, we rode the elevator to the penthouse. I told myself, If this penthouse has black furniture with white pillows, then I know something.

  When we stepped off the elevator, there was one door, which I knew would be there. He walked up to the door and slid the key in. He opened the door, and there it was . . . the furniture I knew I would see. It was crazy, because I had been there before and had no clue who I been there with or when.

  Chapter 3

  “Take off your shoes and get comfortable,” Cliff said. He went to get his luggage from the front desk of the hotel since they were taking too long to bring it up.

  I went over to sit on the couch. I had a lot on my mind, trying to figure when I had been here. It was really beating me up inside, because I knew for a fact that I wasn’t having déjà vu. This was definitely reality.

  I slid my heels off and propped my feet up on the couch. When Cliff got back to the room, he sat next to me. He grabbed the white cotton pillow from under me and bopped me on the head with it.

  “What’s on your mind?” he asked.

  I looked at him and smiled. He was so sexy. “What we eating?” I giggled.

  “Room service, out to eat, each other. It doesn’t matter,” he responded while he grabbed my face and started kissing me. We shared a sweet, passionate kiss, and then, when we were done, we just sat there, staring into each other’s eyes. I was really feeling Cliff, and I could tell that the feelings were mutual.

  “I have to go to the restroom,” I said seductively, excusing myself. Not only did I have to pee, but I also had to freshen myself up, in case he really was going to eat me. As I squatted above the toilet, I wondered what size his dick was. God knew I had no time for little johns.

  While Angel was in the bathroom, preparing for whatever Cliff was going to give her, Cliff was on the phone, getting his plans in order. Stepping into the bedroom and closing the door behind him, he quickly called Porsha.

  The phone rang twice before she answered loudly, “Hello.”

  “Yeah, it’s Cliff. So I’m at the hotel with her, and I’m going to be with her for the whole week, so what is Albert trying to do?” he asked.

  “Well, you know she’s the reason for him doing his bid, and he’s still pissed about that. He’s to be released in the next month or so. I say just get closer to her so that she starts to trust you,” she suggested, trying to make perfect sense. “I’m going to visit Albert on Wednesday after work. I’ll let you know everything when I get back.”

  They said their good-byes, and then they hung up. Cliff really liked Angel, but her father was pissed at her for landing him in jail. He and Porsha had offered Cliff fifty grand just to get her
to her father. Cliff didn’t have to kill her or anything, just had to deliver her to him. Cliff loved money, but he loved easy money more than anything.

  Albert Jacobs, Angel’s father, was angry because he believed that Angel and her mother had accused him of raping Angel. The Feds had come to his job and had taken him into custody. He was the supervisor at a high-paying factory. They had done a DNA check, and it had turned out that they had enough proof to put him away.

  They went to trial for three years, and the judge gave him five to ten years without credit for time served. He was all over the news and in every newspaper in Chicago. Throughout that time of humiliation, he even lost his job, his house, and his girlfriend, who left him and wouldn’t have his back. He swore on his life that when he caught up to Angel, he would kill her.

  He had never wanted her to begin with. Her mother, Teresa, had tried to trap him, because he was already in a relationship with his longtime girlfriend, Sarah. Teresa knew they were only creeping around, but she couldn’t handle being the other woman. He had kept Angel and Teresa a secret for a very long time, until he was taken into custody. Sarah came to the police department with tears in her eyes, and she broke it off and stormed out. She was his soul mate, and he loved her dearly. Losing her made him lose his mind.

  After he was given his sentence, he was left with nothing at all. He was pissed and determined to rebel. He knew it would take a while, but he also knew that it would be well worth the wait. He met a man named Paul while he was in West Virginia, serving his time. Paul had a girlfriend named Kim, who had a friend named Porsha. The two girls would always ride with each other to visit Paul, and since Albert never got any visitors, they decided that Porsha, who had no man, could visit and get to know him.

  Albert was almost twenty years older than Porsha, so his game was way above her head. He would tell her a bunch of sweet nothings, put his fingers in her pussy, and sometimes the cool guard would let him fuck her in the bathroom. She instantly fell in love with the prisoner.