by Cachet
“You can talk all the shit you want, but you ain’t no damn better, Dre. Let’s not forget that you’re just as guilty as I am,” Shanice pointed out. “While you talking shit, I’m sure you really don’t want me to show my ass because I will. I’ll tell everything, even all the other shit that you don’t want anyone to know. You just keep fucking with me if you want to,” she threatened. “I don’t think Nikki would be too happy to find out that her baby daddy was mine’s first, among other things.”
“Bitch please!” Deondre boomed. “You can play crazy if you want to, but you and I both know that you ain’t stupid enough to do no shit like that. You can keep your threats because I ain’t worried,” Deondre replied, calling her on her bullshit, even though he prayed that that’s all it was. “Not only would Nikki beat the brakes off yo’ ass and cut you off, but I’ll send some bitches your way that will make you regret the day that you ever fucked with me. I have some words of advice for you. Stop talking crazy while you’re ahead because you’re really starting to piss me off!” Deondre told her. “I’m busy at practice right now. Don’t call me on this bullshit no more!”
“Damn nigga. Who the hell you going off on?” a male voice asked in the background.
“Nobody. Just some dumb ass girl.” Shanice heard Deondre say right before the phone disconnected.
Shanice was so mad that she threw her phone across the room. It bounced off the wall and fell to the floor, with the back and battery sliding underneath the couch. Her outburst scared London, who immediately burst into tears. Irritated, Shanice walked over to her crying toddler and snatched her up by her arm. This made London cry harder as she stared at her mother with a terrified look on her face. Shanice immediately felt bad for taking out her frustrations on her child and rubbed her arm in an attempt to make it feel better.
“Mommy’s sorry baby. I didn’t mean it.”
When her usually talkative daughter didn’t say anything in return, Shanice knew that it was because she was still afraid of what she might have done. In all honesty, London had a right to be scared. It wasn’t like that had been the first time that Shanice had struck her after getting mad at her father. Poor little London had had her fair share of bumps and bruises behind her mother’s anger, and it was all because Shanice couldn’t physically make Deondre feel her wrath. The last time it happened, London walked around with a black eye for more than a week. Of course, Shanice told Deondre that she’d ran into the corner of the end table while playing around the house because she knew that, although Deondre didn’t claim her as his woman, he loved his daughter to death and if he had even thought that she was putting her hands on her, Shanice would have gotten the ass whipping of a lifetime.
It took a few moments before London began to slack up with her crying and it was only because Shanice leaned down and kissed the part of her arm where it hurt. Just like Shanice, London loved attention. Even at her young age, she knew to do things just when she knew that someone was watching. London could be dancing around the house. If she caught someone looking and smiling, she would do it over and over again, just so she would keep whoever it was watching her. So, when Shanice kissed her boo-boo, she sucked it all up and enjoyed her mother’s love. It was cute and harmless because she was young, but if she grew up to be anything like her mother, it would just be sad.
Shanice looked at her daughter with sad eyes. She was truly sorry for snatching her baby up the way that she had. It wasn’t London’s fault that her daddy was acting like an asshole who didn’t know how to talk properly to her mother. With her toddler now placed on her hip, she bounced London up and down until she got a smile out of her. This let Shanice know that there had been no damage done and that all was forgiven. Shanice went into the kitchen to get London a small bag of chips and a juice, before she sat her on the couch with her snacks. After switching the channels of the TV for a minute, she was glad to see that Dora The Explorer was on. This will keep her busy for a while, Shanice reasoned.
“Thank you, Mommy.” London said with her eyes locked on the television.
“You’re welcome, baby.”
Now that her daughter was happy, Shanice’s mind drifted over to Deondre. She thought about all of the nasty things that he had said to her. He sat on that phone and acted like she didn’t have a right to be upset about him possibly sleeping with other women. He’s got life fucked up. The killer was the fact that he tried to carry her by reminding her that she wasn’t his woman. No, she wasn’t his woman like he’d said, but he damn sure acted like it when they were together. Although Shanice was mad, she knew that Deondre was just talking shit. This wasn’t the first time that he had said hurtful things like that. He did it often and most of the time, it was after he had gotten caught up; which had been more than a dozen times.
Shanice rolled her eyes when she thought about how predictable Deondre was. He used that ‘You’re not my woman’ thing just to get his ass out of hot water. He never brought the shit up when he was fucking her raw every chance he got. Although it wasn’t the least bit funny, Shanice couldn’t help but to laugh because Deondre was full of shit. He never said no shit like that when he thought that she was fucking around with another dude. Nah, he would hit, choke, and threaten to beat the shit out of her if he even had the thought that she was thinking about finding someone else.
Maybe that’s not a bad idea, she reasoned. I should find me someone who knows how to talk to a woman and not be so damn disrespectful. There was no reason for Deondre to talk to her the way he had. Shanice knew that she should have been used to it, but she wasn’t. It wasn’t the first time that he’d called her bitches and gotten loud, in fact, he did it at least once a week. It made Shanice mad to hear him speak to her that way, when he barely even raised his voice at Dominique. She didn’t understand why he treated her best friend like a princess, when all she did was curse him out. Dominique yelled at Deondre about everything, and all he did in return was apologize and find some way to make her smile. Shanice knew that if she yelled half as much as Dominique did, he would have smacked her in the mouth and told her to shut the fuck up. She knew this because whenever she said anything out of pocket, he called her every name in the book and told her that if she didn’t like it, she could leave me alone, even though he knew she wouldn’t,
This was unfair to Shanice, who only wanted Deondre to be honest about who he was fucking around with. That would give her a chance to protect herself and make him use condoms, instead of allowing him to have intercourse with her without one. There were way too many diseases out there, and Shanice didn’t want to catch any. Plus, she already had to share him with Dominique; which was exhausting enough. Just having to sit on the phone having to listen to her best friend talk about all of the things that she and Deondre did on a day to day basis made Shanice sick. She wanted so bad to tell her Dominique ‘who fucking cares’ but she knew better. Instead, she just sat there and listened, all while wishing that she could just burst her bubble with the fact that she was fucking him too.
Shanice’s silence wasn’t for the sake of Dominique, but more for Deondre. She knew that if she said anything about them being together, he would cut her off, and that was something that she knew she couldn’t live with. Shanice loved Deondre with everything in her. So much so that she knew that she loved him more than Dominique did. Deondre was nothing but a savior for Dominique, and nothing more. Everything she had was because of him and without him, she was nothing. While Dominique depended on Deondre to survive, Shanice was good without anything he gave her. Her parents made sure that she wanted for nothing, even in her adult years. Due to this, everything that Deondre gave her went either to their daughter or in her bank account. Shanice had everything else she needed; everything except him.
Had it not been for her so-called “best friend” he would have been hers from the very beginning. Deondre had been friends with her cousin, Pierre, for as long as she could remember. He used to come to all of the family functions, and every time she saw hi
m, she knew that he was who she wanted to be her man. Shanice started to talk to Deondre more frequently when he was around and every chance she got, she flirted. She would put on her cutest outfits, tell him how good he looked, or make his plate whenever it was time to eat. Still, Deondre never showed any interest at all.
By the time Shanice was in the eleventh grade, she had moved on to other things. She had gotten bored with chasing after Deondre. That was around the time that Dominique had moved away to live with her grandmother and with her gone, Shanice had officially become one of the most popular girls at school. All of the boys flocked to her like bees to honey and she loved it. The next time Shanice saw Deondre was at her aunt’s birthday party. He walked in with a gift in his hand, and as soon as he saw Shanice, he smiled and waved. She, in turn, rolled her eyes and walked away. This time, she didn’t have any plans on striking up a conversation with Deondre because she was over it. After thinking about how he had been brushing her off, Shanice came to the conclusion that he had to have been gay. She thought about the fact that she had never seen Deondre with a girl. Add in the fact that her family thought that her cousin Pierre was gay, so it made sense that he was as well. Soon, Deondre became nothing but a memory. That was until he popped back up again.
When Dominique called Shanice and told her that she had just seen Deondre in her biology class, Shanice pretended to be happy, even though she didn’t give a shit. Soon after, she found out that they were study buddies, but still didn’t care at all. A few months in was when Dominique started to like Deondre, so she called Shanice and asked her if she was okay with them possibly dating because she knew that she had a crush on him in the past. Still believing Deondre was gay, Shanice told Dominique that it was cool if they hooked up, knowing that that would never happen. Her exact words were, ‘Go ahead girl, he’s family to me.’ It wasn’t until Dominique called all giddy and shit and explained that they had officially become a couple that Shanice realized that Dondre wasn’t gay at all. As she listened to Dominique tell her about their very first sexual experience, Shanice's heart broke. She immediately got off the phone and cried for an hour straight.
Shanice couldn’t figure out why Deondre hadn’t liked her. She was beautiful, dressed nice, and was the cousin of his best friend. He already knew that she came from a good family because he was around them all the time. It only made sense that he would have wanted to be with her. Out of all the people in the word, the person that he chose to be with was her best friend. Deondre looked over her for a girl who wore her own nappy ass hair, dressed in thrift store clothing, and came from a fucked up dysfunctional home; the same person that Shanice had grown tired of coming in second place to.
Shanice couldn’t’ figure out what he had seen in her. Although Dominique had a nice ‘cute little’ body, it was nothing compared to Shanice’s much curvier figure. While Dominique had a slim build, small breasts, and medium sized butt, Shanice had D cups, thick thighs, and a fat ass. In Shanice’s mind, she had everything that any man could ever want, so she wasn’t sure why Deondre didn’t see that. Knowing that Dominique had conquered something that she wanted, Shanice promised herself that she was going to fuck up their so-called happy relationship. If she couldn’t have Deondre, Dominique wasn’t going to have him either.
A few months later, Shanice got her chance. It was her parents’ twentieth anniversary, and she knew that all of her family would be in attendance. Just to make sure that Deondre was going to be there, she called Pierre, who confirmed that they were both coming. Once she got her answer, she came up with her plan. Later that night, while everyone was laughing, drinking, and having a good old time in her parents’ backyard, she walked up to Deondre and struck up a conversation. They talked for a few minutes about nothing, until he brought up Dominique. Since Shanice wasn’t trying to hear anything about their relationship, she excused herself to put her plan into motion.
A few minutes later, Shanice approached him with two drinks in her hand. With a smile on her face, she handed him one of the drinks and kept one for herself. Not thinking anything of it, Deondre took the cup and downed the drink before he picked their conversation right back, with Dominique being the topic. Shanice used the fact that the music was playing to act like she really couldn’t really hear anything that he was saying, so they took their conversation into the house. While inside her living room, Deondre bragged on his relationship with her best friend, Shanice was waiting patiently for the two crushed up Ambien’s that she had stolen from her mother’s medicine cabinet to kick in. She knew that they took anywhere from twenty to forty-five minutes to kick in, so she kept him talking.
A half hour later, Deondre’s speech started to slur. When he shook his head a few times, Shanice knew that it was time to take action. She helped him to stand up and guided him to her bedroom, telling him that she was going to lay him down. As soon as they crossed the threshold of her room, she closed and locked the door. After pushing Deondre backwards onto her bed, she slowly climbed on top of him and kissed him in the mouth. Seeing as though he wasn’t really into it, she moved down and began to undress him. Shanice was surprised that his penis wasn’t bigger, since he was such a stocky guy, but she didn’t care because she was about to do something that she had dreamed about for years.
Taking his dick into her mouth, she sucked on it for a few moments, which brought a few moans from the back of Deondre’s throat. Although he was half asleep, the pleasure that she was giving him did not go unnoticed. With his penis now hard, Shanice climbed on top of him and took what she wanted. She was only able to ride him for about ten minutes before he came. Since he wasn’t wearing a condom, his seeds filled her womb. Shanice took advantage of him a few more times before she rolled him over and snuggled in to bed beside him.
A few hours later, Deondre jumped up out of her bed. He couldn’t believe that he had not only slept with his friend’s little cousin, but she was also his girl’s best friend. He begged Shanice not to say anything to Dominique, but she said that she wouldn’t feel right keeping a secret like that her from friend. Shanice told him that the only way that she would keep it a secret was if they continued to fuck around on the low. At first, Deondre thought that she had lost her damn mind, but after thinking it over, he realized that it may not be as bad as he thought. He could keep his girlfriend, while having his secret pussy on the side.
It wasn’t even a month later when Shanice found out that she was pregnant by Deondre. When she told him, he almost had a heart attack. He didn’t know what he would do and definitely didn’t want Dominique to find out. He promised Shanice to be there for her and the baby, as well as give her a set amount of money each month. Shanice only agreed, because she figured that before long Deondre would get tired of Dominique, and then he and she could be exclusive. It had been more than 3 years and she was still stuck in the background.
There was no doubt in Shanice’s mind that Dominique would be crushed if she found out about her and Deondre messing around. It would be even worse to find out that her very own God-daughter was actually her son’s older sister. Shanice laughed when she thought about just how heartbroken Dominique would be. She would finally see that she isn’t as special as she thought she was. Dominique thought that since she had DJ, she was the only one going to eat when Deondre became a big time professional football player. What she didn’t know was that Shanice was hungry too, and having London make sure that she had a plate as well.
Shanice was tired of her best friend getting everything that she wanted first. It all started with Kaleb. Dominique knew that she was the first one to see him. Shanice had told Dominique on several occasions that Kaleb was cute, but like always, that didn’t stop Dominique from going after him and making him her boyfriend. Since then, Shanice secretly hated Dominique. The only reason she kept her around was to keep tabs on her. It was the like the saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer, because that’s exactly what Shanice was doing. Dominique may have thought that she had a b
est friend, but what she didn’t know was that Shanice was just waiting for the chance to snatch everything that she believed she deserved away from her.
Chapter Nine
The beautiful sound of a smooth melody coming from the bathroom caused Kaleb’s eyes to flutter open. He continued to lie in bed staring at the ceiling for a few more moments, as he listened to the melodic sound serenading him as if she was singing her ballad just for him. Now fully awake, he stretched his arms high above his head and glanced at the clock beside him. It was a little after nine a.m., and even though it was still rather early, Kaleb didn’t mean to sleep as long as he did. He had plans today and knew that the earlier he got them done, the more time he had to chill later. With a grunt, he forced himself into an upright position, tossed the covers off of his body, and stood up. Kaleb looked down and laughed when he saw that his manhood was standing at attention through the briefs that he wore. There was no doubt what he needed.
Making his way toward the open bathroom entrance, he stepped out of his underwear along the way. The glass shower door was fogged from the steam, making it hard for him to see inside. That was fine with Kaleb because he knew the body behind the door like the back of his hand and even with his eyes closed he could find his way around with no problem.
“I don’t wanna stop just because you feel so good inside of my love. I’m not gonna stop no, no, no, I want you. All I wanna say is…” the angelic voice belted out. “Anytime and anyplace, I don’t care who’s around.”
The chorus of, Anytime, Anyplace by Janet Jackson rolled off her tongue in such a perfect harmony that one would believe that the song had been written especially for her. Kaleb grabbed the door handle and stepped inside the shower, slowly closing it behind him. The smell of the fruity shampoo that she had used immediately invaded his nostrils. Not moving, he just stood there, unbeknownst to her, and took in her beauty. Her long wavy hair was wet and lathered with shampoo. It hung down her back, stopping just above her behind. She didn’t have one of those ghetto booty’s that he was used to, but it fit her tall and slender frame perfectly. Just the sight of her nakedness caused his member to jump in anticipation of being inside her. He quickly closed the space between the two of them and pressed his hardness up against her naked body.