by Mikal Malone
“C, can we make love?” She asked. “I wanna feel you inside of me.”
“You want it bad?”
“Yes,” she said licking her finger.
“Aight…grab my condom over there.”
“Fuck that…I wanna feel you. If I can taste your dick you can feel my pussy.” She offered. “It ain’t like we haven’t’ fucked raw before.”
To an outsider who was aware of Tamir’s plan to infect C with the virus, it would seem like she was setting him up. In actuality she was feeling guilty about her side relationship with Tamir and wanted to get C hooked with her pussy game. To hear Tamir tell it, she had the best fuck game in the business.
“Aight…get up on here.” He said grabbing his dick.
Cute Nikki smiled getting excited about riding his dick when his phone rang which sat on the edge of the tub.
“Wait.” He told her putting his hand out and saving his own life. He picked the phone up and said, “Hello.” Cute Nikki seemed really irritated that he answered the phone.
“C, Dreyfus called me again. You want me to tell him anything yet?” Monie asked as C held the phone to his ear, his attention still on Cute Nikki.
“Don’t tell him nothing yet. I don’t know what I wanna do. If he really needs me, he’ll wait.”
“Cool…did you hear about Lani?”
“No…what happened?”
“She died of HIV complications. Her sister Sachi is fucked up. They saying Tamir infected her.”
Although C hated his ex-girlfriend for fucking Tamir deep down in his heart, he still cared about her. So he took news of her death hard.
“What’s wrong?” Cute Nikki asked seeing the change in his expression.
“My ex-girlfriend Lani is dead…Tamir gave her HIV.”
The look on Cute Nikki’s face was priceless. She hadn’t even known Lani was infected let alone Tamir.
“You aight?” C said seeing how scared she looked.
“Uh…yeah…”
Focusing his attention back on the phone he said, “She ain’t my fucking problem. Fuck her.”
“Okay…well…I gotta tell you something else, too. But I’ll tell you later.”
“Tell me now. You know I hate that ‘tell me something later’ shit.”
“Okay…me and Daps was in that hotel when all them people got killed. Me and you were talking about it when it came on the news.”
“I know and you were acting funny.”
“I know…I didn’t want to tell you. Anyway, for some reason, I think they were coming for us.”
“Why you say that?” He asked with raised brows.
“Because we were actually at the party they got killed at.”
C pushed Nikki away, stood up and grabbed a towel. Then he walked into the living room portion of his suite.
“Why you ain’t tell me that shit?”
“I’m telling you now and she didn’t want you to know. But…but…something else happened worse, Daps was raped and she ain't been the same.” Silence. “C…you still there?”
C was angry that bad news after bad news was plaguing him and he needed a break. “If she ain’t want you telling me why you say something?”
“Huh?”
“Why the fuck you tell me? Like I feel like dealing with this shit now. I'ma hit you back.”
Although he was off the phone, what Monie had just told him would stay in his mind for many days to come.
“It was settled, if I couldn’t have him, she couldn’t either.”
Mercedes
I had just come from Tyson’s Corner shopping because it was the only thing that relaxed me. I’ll be the first to admit it, I burned the stores down and probably spent more money on clothes and purses than what was necessary. I just figured, well I guess I figured if I had the best that my husband would want me again. So the plan was to go home, call my chef and have him prepare a good meal for Derrick and me. He loved to eat healthy so I figured steamed fish, veggies and good wine would do the trick. And while the chef was preparing my meal, I’d put on my new sexy La Perla nightgown and fuck him better than I ever have in my life.
But something told me, the part that forced me to look at my relationship hard, said that when I made it to our apartment in the National Harbor, he would not be there. I was supposed to be in Emerald for the weekend on business but we needed to talk. Would he respect our relationship by coming home, or prove to me that our relationship didn’t matter anymore and that it was over?
Once I made it to the elevator and to my door, I handed my assistant Vida my bags.
“Shit! Where are my keys?” I said patting the inside of my coat.
“You put them in the Tiffany’s bag.” She smiled. “I’ll get them.” Vida was a sweetheart and really effective. Not only was she organized and easy to work with she was also great on research and I don’t know where I would be without her. “Here you go.” She said swinging the keys.
“Whatever you do, don’t ever leave me,” I laughed.
“Not a chance, Mrs. Ganger!”
Once the door was open, I put my keys back into my Birkin bag, where they belonged. The moment I walked in, Derrick was sitting on the couch in our living room watching TV.
“Vida, you can leave now.” He told her without even speaking.
“Oh…uh…” She looked at me nervously because he’d never given her orders.
“Go home. I’ll call you with your schedule for next week.”
“Thank you! Have a good day.” She said running down the hallway.
I put my purse on the table next to the door and said, “Hey, baby, I didn’t know you were home. Why didn’t you call me? I could’ve come back earlier.” I locked the door behind me.
He cut the TV off and said, “I see you still shopping and shit. You do that more than you do anything else.”
“I know,” I laughed. “But if I die, I can’t take the money with me anyway. I might as well spend it.” I joked. He didn’t even crack a smile.
“So what you wanna talk about, Mercedes?”
I sat next to him and said, “I’ma cut straight to it because I know that’s what you want.” I swallowed hard. “I been hearing that you fucking with Bucky.” He sighed a little and threw his head back. “Before you get mad, Derrick, let me finish. I know the shit ain’t true, so you ain’t even gotta bother telling me. I just want you to know what people are saying. And they’re saying it everywhere, too.”
“Well if you know it ain’t true, why step to me with this shit? It’s obvious you want something from me.”
“I just…I just need to hear it from your mouth.”
“So you lied when you told me you didn’t believe them.”
“I don’t believe them, Derrick. I just need to hear you tell me that you wouldn’t disrespect our marriage by cheating on me. And I need to hear that you still love me.” Derrick burst into laughter and it startled me. “What the fuck is so funny?”
“Are you seriously talking to me about cheating?”
I raised my eyebrows and said, “Yes I am.”
“I can’t believe you, Mercedes.” He stood up and walked to our bar.
Once there he poured himself a glass of Hennessy Black and I couldn’t get over how sexy he was. His ripped body was still in shape and the muscles in his arms gave form to the plain white t-shirt he wore. His fuck game drove me crazy and fucked up my routine many a day when I remembered how his body looked as he moved in and out of me. I was obsessed.
“What can’t you believe, Derrick? The cheating or the fact that I’m asking you about it?”
“All of this shit.”
“Why?”
“Have you forgotten that you fucked Cameron in our house before he was killed? Do you even stop to think about that shit and what you put me through?” He turned around and looked at me. I could see him gripping the glass in his hand so tightly I thought it would break. “You stole a lot from me when I heard you say you’d disregarded our relations
hip by sleeping with him.”
“So what, me fucking Cameron before he died means you can keep taking advantage of our marriage?” I stood up and walked over to him. “How many times are you going to punish me for this? How many times do I gotta scrape up my knees begging you not to leave me?”
“I didn’t say I was cheating, you did. But even if I did decide to step out and get a little pussy on the side, I’d be well within my rights.”
“A little on pussy on the side?” I repeated. “That’s what you calling it?”
He stepped around me and went into the kitchen to get the fresh salad the chef made for him yesterday. Then he sat at the table and ate it as if the conversation was over.
I walked up to him and placed my hand on his, stopping the motion of the fork from going into his mouth. “Derrick, you scaring me.” He dropped the fork and stood up from the table and I stayed closely on his heels, my heart beating in my chest the entire time. He was running from me but why? “Please…I…I gotta know if it’s true or not. Are you…I mean…are you fucking her?”
As I waited for him to lie in a way that would be believable to me he said, “Yeah. I am.”
I didn’t even feel myself fall until instead of being at eye level, I was looking up at him. He didn’t help me up though; instead he motioned to leave our apartment. The pain I felt inside was too much to let him leave me alone right now. I needed to be with him. I needed to know why he would play me like this and I needed to know where we’d go from here. So I stood up and jumped on his back causing him to fall to the floor. My mind was begging him to tell me why, but my hands and my words spoke differently. I turned violent and started hitting him everywhere.
“I GAVE UP EVERYTHING FOR YOU! WHY ARE YOU HURTING ME LIKE THIS?!” I screamed throwing wild punches all over his body. “DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?!!!!”
Some kind of way I slid off of his back and he pressed me up against the wall by the door and yelled, “Mercedes, stop! I don’t wanna hurt you!”
“FUCK YOU! YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT NOBODY BUT YOURSELF! DO YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN DO TO THAT BITCH? DO YOU??!!!!”
“STOP IT!” He said grabbing my wrists. The grip he had on me was uncomfortable but I didn’t care, he was touching me and I wasn’t ready to let him go. “I’M SERIOUS, Mercedes!”
“I’m your wife! I’m your fucking wife!” I sobbed. “I don’t deserve this shit! If you wanted to cheat on me, why marry me?”
I sobbed uncontrollably. I wanted to beg him to stop the affair but my pride wouldn’t allow me to do anything but play the victim.
“I know you my wife, but somewhere along the line you forgot it.”
“Do you love her, Derrick?” I said wiping the tears from my face?
“Go ‘head with that bullshit!”
“Do you?!” I demanded to know.
“Fuck no,” he said leaving me against the wall as he stepped off. “I can never love someone the way that I love you.”
“Then why cheat, baby?”
“I don’t know. I mean…I guess ‘cause I feel like she needs me.” He said sitting on the sofa.
I sat next to him and said, “But I need you, too. You gotta know I’m nothing without you.”
“You don’t need me.” He said looking at me seriously. “Do you know how it feels to have niggas in EC call me Mr. Mercedes? They think it’s funny that I work for you. Like I can’t afford to provide if you weren’t with me. Like I couldn’t take care of you, C and the girls.”
“Fuck what they say, baby! Since when have we worried about what other mothafuckas say?”
“I’m a man, Mercedes! That shit you saying ain’t good enough for me no more. I need to feel like I wear the pants in this relationship and right now I don’t.” He was sincere and I knew I finally tapped into why I was about to lose my husband.
“Then what are you saying? That you want me to leave EC?”
“I’m saying that you’re not connected to me anymore. I’m saying that we don’t bump like we should and it fucks me up. I’m saying that if something doesn’t change,” he said looking into my eyes, “we might not make it.”
In that moment I knew what I needed to do. He needed me to be submissive and I wasn’t giving him that. I could remember the times I checked him about some shit I ain’t like in front of his soldiers in EC and how his face would turn flush red with embarrassment. I now understood clearly that I was losing my husband and if he left me, it would be all my fault.
“You are not going to leave me that easily, Derrick. I’m gonna fight for you. Do you hear me? I’m gonna fight for you.”
“What does that mean?”
I was tired of talking so I dropped to my knees and removed his pants. The look in his eyes told me that after the serious fight we just had, he still wanted me like I wanted him.
When his pants were off, I took off my jeans and my panties and slid onto his dick. He pumped in and out of my pussy hard at first and then slowly. My juices eased all over him and dampened our brown leather sofa. He grabbed my waist and bit his bottom lip as he held onto me tightly. When he was hard enough I hopped off of him and sucked my own juices off of his dick.
“FUCK!” He said in exclamation. “Oh my, GAWD!”
After sucking him for a minute, I got back on top of him and bucked my hips smoothly. Then I ran my tongue up his neck and into his ear. He moaned as he pawed at my back. I knew my light skin would show the marks of this session and I would wear the scars proudly. This was my husband and I loved him more than I ever loved Cameron, and that was the bottom line.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck this pussy.” I said. Then I looked into his eyes, “You’re my husband, not hers and she can’t have you.”
He looked at me seriously and said, “Fuck that bitch.”
“Mmmmmmm,” I murmured. Those words were like music to my ears.
“Damn, baby! You feel soooo good.” He said lifting me up to lay me on the sofa on my stomach.
Then he licked four of his fingers at the same time, massaged the head of his dick and pushed it inside of me again.
“Hmmmmmm, damn, I love you sooo much, Derrick. You can have whatever you want from me. I don’t care nothing about EC, I just don’t want to lose you.”
“You just saying that shit,” he said fucking me harder.
“You can have it all. Just leave her alone, okay?”
Instead of responding he continued to fuck me viciously. I came three times to his none and suddenly I felt out of control. If he could restrain himself from cumming before me that meant he had more power than me in this relationship. Here I was, ready to give it all up for him, and I knew that made me weaker not stronger, but I was willing to take that chance.
After an hour, he finally came and we both drifted into a hard sleep on the living room floor. I could feel his warm chest against my back and the beat of his heart put me to sleep. I felt comforted as he pulled me into him. But somewhere in my sleep, I lost the feel of his touch. For a while I remained in one place, hoping he’d come back. Maybe he went to get something to drink, or went to use the bathroom. And then I heard his voice talking softly from the bathroom. Anybody else not tuned into him probably would not have heard him. But he was my everything and I could hear him clearly say, “I’ma get up with you later, sexy. Stop crying.”
In my life I had fought wars, been gang raped and still came out swinging. But here I was at war with a bitch not fitting enough to tie my shoes, yet she was stealing my man. It was settled, if I couldn’t have him, she couldn’t either.
“Part of me, sadly enough was starting to hate her ass.”
- Carissa
Persia begged me to get her dinner from Carolina Kitchen in Hyattsville, Maryland. I think she wanted carryout but I used the request as a reason to take her and Treasure out. We hadn’t spent any quality time together and I so desperately needed to be with my girls. I was only there for five minutes when I received a few text messages about small things, but it was the messag
e about the undelivered package to Emerald City that fucked my head up.
I got up from the table and said, “Persia, order me the smothered fried chicken and rice. You girls get whatever you want.” She didn’t respond because she was on her phone texting and so was Treasure. “Persia, did you hear me?”
“Yeah…damn! I said okay.” She said rolling her eyes before getting back to the phone.
I shook my head and moved to a corner within the restaurant where not too many people were. I needed to have a private conversation with Mercedes. When I reached her on the phone, she sounded really sad but I didn’t ask her why. I was still beefing with her and hadn’t gotten over her extreme disrespect in the limo.
“Carissa…the package didn’t make it to Emerald City. Please tell me why Kristina is calling me?”
“Fuck you asking me for?”
“You and Kenyetta walked out with it together that’s why I’m asking you.”
“We walked out together but it was in her hand.” I corrected her. “You better call Kenyetta, I don’t know nothing about all that.”
“I couldn’t reach her.”
“Well you better try again.”
“Carissa, is she snorting?”
“Fuck you for asking me something like that!” I yelled, scaring a little girl who had wandered a few feet over from me. “That’s our fucking girl and she has never fallen that hard.”
“Well you better find out what happened because I can’t do it right now. I’m going back to sleep. Call Kristina when you find out something. We dry right now and we really need that package to re-up.”
I called Kenyetta five times after the call but she didn’t answer the phone. When I made it back to the table our food still hadn’t come. I started to make a few more texts when I noticed if I got back on my phone, we all would be on the phones. This was supposed to be a time for us to bond, not make computer love.