Girls From da Hood 7

by Nikki-Michelle Redd

  Having the house made me feel a little better about what had gone down. I was excited about it, and decided to treat myself by checking out of the hotel and staying in my new place. Before going back to the hotel for the last of my things, I shopped around for a bed and furniture, none of which would be delivered until the next day, but I was excited anyway. I purchased a couple of comforter sets and some pillows so that I could have something to lie on for the night, along with a futon. I purchased a TV and some DVDs, some food, wine, and wine glasses. I wanted to celebrate with myself. I even called my lover’s husband over and we’d christened the front room by the fireplace.

  After he left he called me while I was out and we talked a little more about what had happened. If I was into all of the relationship hoopla, I could’ve seen myself falling for him, but I wasn’t into all of that. For the moment, I simply enjoyed his company, his money, his conversation, and his dick.

  Looking at my watch I sighed and jumped on the expressway, heading to my lover’s place. It didn’t take me long to get there since traffic wasn’t bad. I was prepared to go in and spend a few hours with her just because she sounded like she genuinely missed me. I parked my car in her gated community after putting in the security code and thought I’d surprise her by showing up a little early. I stepped out of the car and walked up to her door and I was the one who got the surprise. I saw her standing in the doorway, kissing another woman. For a moment, I simply stood there too shocked and surprised to do anything else. For the longest time she’d told me that I was the only woman she was with, the only woman she wanted to be with. I felt my stomach drop a bit and then my feet started to move forward. I was already halfway to them before she realized it was me and she damn near fell back inside of her condo.

  She blinked rapidly and took the back of her hand to her mouth as if she was trying to wipe away the evidence of her lying and cheating. The woman stood there simply looking at me. She was a thick Asian chick with long hair, same color as mine: auburn. She was beautiful in the face and stood about three inches taller than me. Her eyes carried a smirk as she placed another kiss against my lover’s lips, and moved her thick, toned thighs down the hall to exit the building.

  That left me and my lover staring each other down in the hall. Part of me wanted to grab a fistful of her hair and drag her down the hall while I stomped and beat her ass. The other half of me told me to be happy because she’d finally given me a way out of this twisted bad romance we’d made. I frowned and pushed past her inside of what I’d thought was our place. How dare she bring another woman here?

  She gently closed the door and called my name. “Vix ...”

  I dropped the bags I was holding to the floor and turned to look at her.

  “How long?” I asked her.

  She looked uncomfortable as she switched her weight from one foot to the other. Her long ponytail swayed behind her as she pulled her robe tighter and tried to avert her eyes from mine.

  “I met her awhile ago.”

  “What’s awhile ago?”

  “About six months ago.”

  I slapped her so hard that when her head snapped to the side her ponytail whipped her in the face too.

  “You’re such a fucking hypocrite,” I snarled at her. “A lying fucking hypocrite.”

  She looked down at me as water clouded her vision, and a plea held in her eyes.

  “I met her six months ago. Today was the first day I invited her over.”

  I shook my head as my arms crossed over my chest. “You have sex with her?”

  She took too long to answer and I turned on my heels to leave. She grabbed me from behind and lifted me from the floor, carrying me back to our bedroom while I kicked and screamed at her. Sometimes I’d forget that she was taller than me and stronger. No matter how hard I kicked and screamed she was still carrying me to the room, and when she finally got me there she dropped me on the bed. I quickly turned over, kicking and swinging at her. It made me feel good that a few of those kicks and swings connected. She was calling my name and tears were falling down her face by the time she’d gotten a hold of my wrists and pinned me down to the bed. She crawled on top of me and straddled my hips.

  “Stop and listen to me,” she pleaded. “It was this one time only. She and I had only been talking before today, I swear.”

  I guess she’d thought that was to make me feel better. I spit in her face, pissed at all she’d been taking me through, all the lies and promises that I was the only woman she wanted. I was pissed at all of the fights and all of the times she’d gotten in my face about men. She’d known all along that she was the only woman I’d ever been with and for her to lie to me in that moment made me madder at her than I’d ever been.

  “You’re a fucking liar and I know you’re lying. You’ve never been good at that shit. Get off of me.”

  I turned my head when she leaned down and tried to kiss me. How dare she try to kiss me after she’d just been with another woman? I bucked my hips and tried to get her off of me to no avail. That didn’t stop her from placing kisses against my neck and down my chest. In that moment I made up my mind that it would be my last time being with her. No matter how much she professed her love and apologized in that moment, my mind had been made up. She ripped my dress down the middle and trailed kisses until she made it to my waxed yoni. I tried to push her head away but then I stopped and remembered that I hadn’t showered after having sex with her husband and his come was still scattered, smothered, and covered over my pussy. The plan had been to take a shower when I’d gotten here, but this would be better. It would be my own little brand of payback and satisfaction to have her lick off the evidence of my and her husband’s indiscretions.

  Soon after, I left her place and left the key on the kitchen table. By the time she would realize what I’d done, I’d be long gone. I made my way back to my side of town and stopped at the hotel one last time to pick up the bags I’d left. After completely checking out, I made my way back to my new home. I guess I’d been so caught up in my emotions and talking on the phone to my lover’s husband that I didn’t notice the truck following me. He’d called me to see how I was settling in for the night at my new home.

  “I couldn’t stay at the hotel another night, so even though I have to sleep on the floor until tomorrow I’m glad to be going home,” I told him.

  He chuckled in my ear and it permeated down to my gut. I guess I liked him way more than I should have, but it didn’t matter to me at the moment.

  “Yeah, give me your bank account information and let me put some money in there. Reimbursement for what you spent on the furniture and whatnot today. You can do it when you get in so you can pay attention to the road.”

  Things like that were what made it good to mess with a man with a bank account. “Thank you, but you don’t have to do that. The house is enough. I can furnish it.”

  “I know I don’t have to, but I want too. Besides, you’d better take me up on my offer because my wife accused me of cheating on her this morning. I may get pissed at you again and rescind the offer.”

  I was quiet for a moment as I thought about his wife. “Well, you are cheating on her, aren’t you?”

  He didn’t answer right away. “Yes, but she doesn’t know that.”

  “Obviously she does. Maybe you’re being a little sloppy.”

  “There is no evidence of my cheating unless you count the fact that I’ve turned down her sex more than once this week.”

  I laughed to myself. “That’s how you men always get caught. You change up your routine.”

  He was quiet again before speaking. It was as if he was contemplating his next answer.

  “You know as well as I do my wife only married me for show.”

  My heartbeat sped up and my feet pressed the gas harder unconsciously. I squealed and hit the brakes as I almost hit the back of the car in front of me.

  “Damn,” I murmured to myself.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah
. Yeah. What do you mean by that?”

  “By what?”

  “What you said about your wife. What would make you think that?”

  “I’m a private investigator, Vix. I can find out what I want.”

  My palms started sweating and my heart fell to my stomach.

  “So what did you find out?”

  “She has a condo in Midtown and the woman she was seen with today is a woman I hired to help me confirm my suspicions. Took her six months but I had to know and now I do.”

  “Wow.”

  That was all I could say. Although I felt some relief, I didn’t like how close he was to finding out my secret. There was no way I could ever let him find out about her and me. No way.

  “Yeah, that’s the same thing I said.”

  I could hear him clicking and typing away as we talked and my mind raced a mile a minute.

  “So what now? What are you going to do?”

  “I’m not sure yet. I do love her and she’s been good to me.”

  “But now you’re cheating on her with me to pay her back for cheating on you?”

  The fact that he was quiet gave me my answer and in that moment I felt used. It confused me because I’d never felt that way before. Plenty of the time I’d dealt with men who had cheated with me to get back at their wives in some way so I didn’t understand why with him it hurt me a little.

  “But that shouldn’t bother you, right? You really don’t give a fuck about anybody but you, right?”

  Why did I have to always pick the lovers who seemed to be bipolar in their mood swings?

  “You would be correct, but that’s not the point. I feel as if you came to me under false pretenses. If all you wanted was to get back at her then you should have said so.”

  “And you would have let me fuck you anyway, huh?

  “More than likely. And don’t act like this is all because you suspected her of cheating. I saw the way you looked at me the day you and I met. You were just biding your time, waiting for the right moment.”

  He laughed and it grated on my nerves. “You really think you’re hot shit, right? Like you’re walking around here with the best pussy in the world?”

  “It’s good enough to keep your ass coming back.”

  “Naw. You suck a mean dick and that’s good enough to keep me coming back.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Not tonight.”

  He hung up the phone and I sat there pissed. What in the hell had just happened? I was so caught up in my emotions when I parked in my driveway that I didn’t notice that same truck that had been following me had pulled in my cul-de-sac behind me. I got out of my car and slammed my door, trying to call him back, and he wouldn’t answer. Ooh, I hated that man in that moment. He’d gotten the best of me again and I hated it.

  I walked up to my door and turned the key, still looking at my phone, texting him the nastiest message I could think of; and when I say nasty, I mean nothing sexual. By the time I realized someone was behind me it was too late. He had pushed me into the house, making me fall on the floor, my knees hitting hard and forcing me to reach out and try to break the fall with my hands. I quickly turned around and looked up.

  “Are you out of your damned mind?” I asked him with a frown on my face that showed the pain I was in.

  He slammed the door. “No, but you are.”

  Snatching me from the floor he dragged me to my front room and pushed me down on the futon I’d purchased earlier.

  I screamed and tried to jump back up. He shoved me back down. “What is wrong with you?”

  He went in his pocket and pulled out a pair of my black lace thongs and a room key to the hotel room I was in.

  “You thought this shit would be funny? Putting that shit in my laptop bag, Vix?”

  I looked at what was in his hand and smiled. “It brought you back to me, didn’t it?”

  He bucked at me and made me flinch and scramble back. “You think this shit is a game? My wife found this shit.”

  “I know. That was the point.”

  In a nanosecond his hand grabbed a handful of my hair and slung me on the floor. When he’d come to Barnes & Noble to meet me, I’d put the thongs and key card in his laptop bag after he sat it on the floor. Now, Mr. Rodriguez stood in front of me with anger etched across his face. Not like I cared. I still got what I wanted. At that time I didn’t know just how close to danger I was.

  “You did all of this, all of this shit, because you just want sex?”

  The confusion in his voice matched the confusion written across his face.

  “Yes. I want the sex and the man. Not asking you to love me. Just asking for what I know we both want.”

  “Damn it, how else can I tell you that I don’t want you?”

  “Your mouth says one thing but your body and eyes say another. I saw how excited you got when I put your hand on my pussy, saw your eyes glaze over when you got a whiff of it on your fingers. Stop lying to yourself.” I stood up and stumbled back because of the pain in my knee.

  “You need help. Serious help.”

  “Yet, you’re here in my front room. You followed me here and I’m the one who’s crazy?” I shook my head with a smug smirk. “I think not. Be honest. Why’re you here? Why did you get out of bed with your wife to come and help me?”

  “Because, in that moment, I thought you genuinely needed my help. Not that you were on some bullshit all because you want me to stick my dick in you.”

  I threw my head back and laughed before looking back at him.

  “So you followed me from the hotel to here just to confront me about this? You could have easily taken this evidence to the dean and called it a day.”

  He stalked closer to me, forcing my back against the wall. We stood that way and stared at each other, me looking up at him, wondering what it was he would do next.

  “You know you want it,” I said to him barely above a whisper as I stood on my toes and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth.

  I lifted my hips from the wall, feeling his bulge on my stomach. He pushed my hips away from him as his arms caged me in and his honey-golden eyes gazed down at me. I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and leaned his head closer to my face.

  “I do this and you leave me alone, understand?”

  I nodded, feeling like I’d finally gotten the prize at the end of the rainbow. I’d been trying to get that man since I’d stepped foot in his classroom and I was finally about to get what I wanted. One of his hands gripped my waist and snatched me close to him as the other stayed against the wall and his eyes roamed over my face.

  “You should always be careful what you ask for, Vix. One day all of this shit is going to come back and bite you in the ass. My wife put me out because she and I have been down this road before. If I were any other man I’d beat your ass right now, but you’re right. The only thing that kept me from tagging this pussy was because I was trying to prove to my wife that what I’d done was a mistake, but you just fucked that all up.”

  “So you do like outside pussy?” I asked with a grin. “It was only a matter of time anyway.”

  He looked down at me and he snarled a bit, the dimples in his cheeks still visible without his smile.

  “All of that posting to my Facebook wall, watching me in class, calling me to come and help you, and staying after class, all of that because you wanted me?”

  I nodded. It was so easy to spot a man who was thirsty for the love and attention of his wife. Men needed women like me to stroke their egos and make them feel that all the hard work they did wasn’t for naught. There stood a perfectly fine man, working hard, he wasn’t a statistic. Not a negative one, at least; he had a good job, a respectable one, and all he was trying to do was prove to her that he deserved another chance. She accused him of fucking me and pushed him further to me. Women like her would always lose out, or push their men into the arms of women like me and a woman like me would always be waiting.

  “Yes. I always go hard
for what and who I want. Best believe it. You’re here now, so you may as well make it worth your while. I mean she’s already accused you of it, right?”

  “You know nothing about me. You don’t know my life. All you know is that I look good and you want to fuck me. You don’t see anything wrong with that?”

  I looked at him and placed both my hands on his chest. “Do you?”

  I moved from under him and started to pull my clothes off, my shirt first and then my jeans. I stood there before him naked, perfect size-ten body. I’d known that after seeing me naked it wouldn’t take long for him to make up his mind. I watched as he stepped out of his Polo boots and stripped down to nothing. What surprised me most was when he pulled out the box of Magnum condoms after pulling his jeans off. Pulling the cushion from the futon and then the comforter to the floor he looked at me.

  “Come here,” he said as he crooked his finger at me.

  I walked over to him and joined him on the cushion. All of the time we spent talking and I’d just realized the main lights were still off. Only the security lights and the dimmers were on.

  “You brought condoms?” I asked him.

  “Yes. My dick is selective. I’m not fucking you raw and you shouldn’t want me to.”

  No man had ever said that to me so I was kind of shocked. I didn’t know what to feel as I watched how he took the time to sheath his thick dick in the condom. His dick wasn’t as long as my lover’s husband’s but it was thicker. I’d say it was about eight inches, but the veins and the thickness of it had me salivating from the mouth and pussy.

  “After we’re done, then what?” I asked him as he eased down beside me.

  “Then we act like nothing ever happened. Nobody finds out about this and we keep it that way. We clear? I can’t lose my job and I’m still married.”