After Everything I've Done For You: A Chi-Town Soap Opera

by Nicety

  Sunset: I’m gone. You can go visit the kids for 2 hours.

  Me: What the fuck you mean for 2 hours Sunset? I’m trying to kick it with my kids.

  Sunset: Okay and we’ll set up something this weekend for you to get a special day out with them. But for right now you’ve only got 2 hours. Now you either take it or leave it.

  Me: You really trippin’ on this shit, Sunset. When you gonna get off this bullshit?

  Sunset: Is you going over there to see your kids or what?

  Fuck! This shit she was pulling was really fucking with my head. I couldn’t even bring myself to work my magic on her especially not after that bullshit she pulled with the motherfucking cat shit. But I didn’t believe that shit though. I know my baby could never do no crazy ass shit like that to me, knowing she would eventually take me back in the future. Sunset, just said that shit to get under my skin that day ‘cause she was salty at the voice audio message someone sent to her.

  I don’t even know how the fuck someone could’ve sent her anything like that. I checked my phone a million times to see if I had accidentally dialed her that day but I found nothing. It was the only thing I could see happening. Because the only other person in the truck that day was Myking and that’s my nigga. He would never do no extra bullshit like that to me. Never. Naw, it had to be my dumb ass phone dialing her in from my pocket then leaving her a message of what we talked about. Stupid ass phone.

  Me: Aight. I’m on my way over there.

  Sunset: Yeah, I’ll text Damita and tell her it’s okay to let you in.

  Chapter 15

  Thirty Minutes Later

  Damita

  Staring blankly at the messages that plagued my phone one right after the other, my body remained motionless. All of them said the same thing. I will always love you. You’re mine. It crept me the fuck out so badly that I almost turned Sunset’s apartment into a maximum security prison lockdown. Not that I believed it would do any damn good. My pores secreted sweat in huge ass water droplets. My hand shook so badly that I dropped the phone just as there was a knock at the door.

  “Go the fuck away. Leave me the fuck alone,” I whispered to myself covering my ears and shutting my eyes so tightly, hoping the bastard would just go away. “Go away Angelo. Go away dammit.”

  Was I losing my fucking mine over this shit? Even if he did stop hunting me, he would never truly be gone. He was in my head. Inside I was screaming a wretched horrid scream only heard on those fake ass horror movies, but damn if those bitches couldn’t scream their asses off. On the outside, I portrayed this strong willed persona that didn’t in fact exist.

  The real me was a terrified wreck on a daily basis and would be until Angelo was shot down like the vicious dog that he was. This man haunted my dreams, my reality, and I never did shit to him but fuck the shit out of him for money. He was a regular john from the club, just some average middle aged white dude with a chip on his shoulder because he was a cop. But ever since I fucked him for that $2000 and told him to get lost, he’s never been able to let go.

  He stalked the shit out of me for months after my momma left me until I gave in and gave him a relationship for about a month. Biggest mistake of my life. His wife found out, put him out and took everything. But I don’t think he gave a shit about any of that. The only thing he cared about was being with me, a fucking broke ass stripper from Atlanta by way of Chicago. The door rumbling even harder jolted me up out of thoughts of my past with him.

  “Who the fuck is it? I’ve got guns and shit so make sure you come correct motherfucka,” I shouted picking up my phone preparing to dial 911.

  “Damita, what the fuck you on girl? Sunset told me I could come and see my damn kids,” Jeremiah bellowed from the other side of the door.

  “State your name or I promise I’ll blast your ass.” Trembling with my cell as my only weapon, I moved closer to the door.

  “Girl, it’s Jeremiah. Open the damn door and quit playing so I can see my damn kids.” Jeremiah banged harder and harder.

  Whew! My fist clenched the middle of my shirt thanking the stars that it wasn’t Angelo’s crazy ass out there. Ever since leaving Atlanta, I’ve been looking over my shoulders and peeping around corners. If my life were a music video, it would be the one where Bushwick Bill went paranoid about everything thinking his mind was playing tricks on him.

  “My bad. I just had to be sure of who it was. Come on in. The kids are in the back. I think little man is sleeping but the baby is up cooing in her crib. I don’t like to hold her ‘cause it spoils her.” I opened the door shutting it securely behind him before quickly shutting my mouth, feeling like I was rambling to him about how to do his kids.

  “You straight in here girl? Seem like you was fucked up or something.” Jeremiah noticed my crazed look then searched the room to see if there was anything wrong or out of place.

  “Yeah nigga, I’m good. I just need some fucking weed to ease my mind or something in this bitch. I’ve been in here losing my damn mind.” Plopping down on the couch, a deep breath exhaled from my lips.

  “Shit, why didn’t you just go back to the crib with your cousin?”

  “I just needed a break from her after that whole fight thing at the club. Besides, Sunset needed me more.” It felt bad to say it out loud but still that didn’t make what Bianca did to her that night justifiable.

  “Hmm. Anyway, I guess I can share my blunt with you once I come from back here with my kids.” Jeremiah headed to the back without even waiting for a response.

  I guess he was really hell bent on seeing his kids then. There was nothing wrong with a man who loved his kids. Jeremiah didn’t seem so bad when it came to being a father but he was a worthless bastard in relationships. He sucked royally at being the perfect man. But none of that matter as I itched for him to be done in the back with the kids so I could get my mind right.

  Wiping the crust from my eyes and drool from my lips, I awoke to find that time had escaped me. It read 4:45pm on the clock blinking on the microwave over on the kitchen counter. I searched the apartment looking for any sign of Jeremiah, wondering if he had slipped out without sharing his blunt with me as promised. It had only been forty five minutes since I had fallen asleep and that nigga had slipped out the door on me.

  “Damn." My fist punched the cushion trying to release some stress.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Jeremiah emerged from the hallway.

  “Oh shit. You scared me. It was so quiet that I thought you were gone,” my lips spoke the words but in what they really yearned for was the blunt he was twirling in his hands.

  “Naw, I told you I would smoke with you. So that’s what I’m gonna do." He sat down next to me on the couch, handing me a long fat ass blunt. "Here. Fire that shit up."

  Elation smeared across my face when he handed me the lighter and I placed the tip of the blunt to my lips. With one flick of the thumb, I sparked the lighter inhaling, taking a deep pull of the swisher. Its contents had me with the first puff almost not wanting to release it. After a few more puffs, I hesitantly passed the blunt to Jeremiah watching as he took a plethora of deep pulls.

  “You must’ve had a good time with the kids ‘cause you were back there for a minute,” I joked trying to spark conversation through the awkward silence.

  “Yeah, I had to wake them up so I could get a few minutes in before I put them back to sleep. I didn’t want them all cranky cause I woke them up and shit.” He handed the blunt back to me. “Guess I really fucked up this time with Sunset huh?”

  “Hmm.”

  “I don’t expect you to give a fuck about how I feel about the shit since you’re her friend and all. But my kids mean everything to me. So if you ever hear her talking shit about me to them or she’s on the phone talking shit and they hear her can you just—“

  “Don’t trip. I got you. Besides, Sunset isn’t like that. She would never want to involve the kids in the middle of y’all shit. We already talked about it. You’re good,” I a
ssured him.

  “I appreciate it.” He waved his hand when I handed the blunt back to him letting me have the rest of it. “I don’t know why you and I got off on a bad start but you’re not so bad.”

  “Hmm. It’s ‘cause you’re an asshole. I know your type. You play on women’s feelings and toss them in the trash when you’re done.” My eyes rolled away after reading him.

  “Naw, you’ve got me fucked up baby girl. Straight up. I ain’t like that at all.” Jeremiah rubbed his head profusely like he was straining to relieve stress. “Shit, I’m just a nigga who wants what he wants. Sometimes what I want people can’t deal with.”

  “What is it that you want, Jeremiah?” I asked hitting the last of the blunt before putting the duct out in the ashtray.

  His fingers interlocked, he turned in my direction shaking his head as if I wouldn’t believe it if he told me. I had heard it all before though. So nothing he could say would ever shock me. A chill filled the room brushing gently across my skin forcing me to tremble a little inside. If it hadn’t been for the yellow booty shorts and tank top that I was wearing, I might not have been as cold as I felt. Jeremiah stared off into the wall, struggling for the words to explain his thoughts.

  “Aye, while you think on that, I’m gonna go put some clothes on.” Hopping up from the couch with the quickness, I darted past him.

  “Hey,” he tugged at my hand pulling me on top of him.

  We were so close that our noses bumped and my lips accidentally touched his. For some reason, I didn’t stop him. I didn’t back away. I didn’t do shit but feel my pussy pulsate as my legs straddled him and my nipples grew hard. He smelled of the most intoxicating fragrance. Unbelievably, it drove me crazy. I couldn’t understand why this was happening. It didn’t make sense for us to be into each other, kissing on my best friend’s couch. But it felt good.

  His hand found its way to my pussy rubbing this thickness and making me hum in his ear as his teeth tugged at my shirt. Jeremiah rubbed his face in my cleavage making a watery bubbly sound before extending his long tongue out tasting it. He was a freak, I could tell. I loved that shit. It only made me hotter, wetter. With one pull he released my tits, each one spilling out the top of my bra, inserting them into his large mouth one after the other. That shit felt so good they almost melted in there as he sucked and his tongue circled the dark ring of my nipples.

  “Get up,” he ordered.

  I did as he asked standing with his mouth perpendicular with my hips. Jeremiah extended his tongue like the thirsty dog that he was, heavily panting. He pulled my shorts down dropping them to my feet as I stepped out of them. I turned to show him all of me as he moaned loving my exotic shape, gripping a handful of my ass in both hands before bending me over licking me from front to back.

  “Ahh, shit,” I exhaled.

  Straightaway he stood, unbuttoning his jeans and whipping his rock hard dick out beating it against my ass cheeks. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit disappointed that he didn’t continue to lick me but his hard as dick more than made up for it. He sat back down on the couch pulling me down as well. With my back still turned to him, I sat on his dick loving the depth that it took. Juices gushed out of me, as I bounced up and down guided by his grip on my tits.

  “Ooo shit, ride this dick baby,” he moaned.

  I closed my eyes, surrendering to him completely. With one hand I rubbed my clit to keep it gushing out the wetness he appreciated. My mind was blank. I wasn’t thinking about Sunset or Bianca. For once in my life, I wasn’t thinking about the next motherfucka being happy. I only thought of making me happy. I needed this shit. It had been months since I had a good piece of dick and that’s exactly what this was.

  Straight fucking was all that Jeremiah could offer me. Nothing else was on the table. As my pussy shot streams of cum down his dick, my thoughts were confirmed. I didn’t know if it was the weed or the fact that he was just so damn smooth that made me fall for his swag but whatever it was, it worked. I was getting what I wanted and no one had to know about the shit. He would be my little secret as long as he could keep his fucking mouth closed. I’m sure I didn’t have to worry about that though.

  “I’m about to fucking cum,” I gasped.

  “Mmm, shit. I’m about to cum too girl. Damn this pussy fye as hell.” Jeremiah wrapped his arms around me to halt my bouncing as he moved his pelvis in and out of me rapidly. “Damn, I don’t wanna cum…out.”

  Once I heard those words, I hopped the fuck off his dick turning to watch him skeet all over himself. Laughter filled my face while he beat his meat to get all of his creamy goodness out, exhaling a sense of relief. Snatching up my clothes and sliding them back in place, I took a seat on the couch while he retreated to the bathroom to clean up.

  “Guess you like that shit huh?” I chuckled wishing I had another blunt. “Might’ve been something in the weed that made this shit happen.”

  “Yeah, you good. I’m just mad you jumped off me like that though.” Jeremiah returned fixing his clothes on his waist.

  “Nigga nobody busts up in me. I don’t play that shit.” I popped my neck. “Listen, I’m not the type of bitch you wanna love. You’re used to them soft lovey dovey chicks but that’s not me. So don’t come looking for love over here.”

  “Damn, you bold ain’t you. We just fucked. That’s it. I got you. So since we’re on the same shit, I guess I can count on you to keep your mouth shut right?”

  “Jeremiah, if you tell anybody about this shit I swear to god I will fucking kill you dead myself. Don’t tell your boys, don’t say shit. Die with this secret nigga. You got that?” I stood pointing in his face with a growl on my face.

  The look on his face let me know he had never had a female speak to him the way I did. I was the first to ever really check him. But I swore to never let a nigga run me and that’s just how I was. Looking into his eyes, I knew he had gotten the message even though no words were spoken. There was no regret in his eyes, neither was there any in mine. It was what it was and now it was over.

  “Well, thanks.” Jeremiah skated towards the door.

  “For what?” My hands perched up on my hips in the super hero stance. “Thanks for what?”

  “For letting me see me kids,” he replied, opening up the door. “And, helping me release some stress.”

  “Motherfucka, I swear if you say anything—“ I darted over to him cussing him out before he pulled me by my waist driving his tongue in my mouth.

  I melted as he caressed the small of my back. Grudgingly, I pushed him off of me checking outside to make sure no one saw us. We stared into each other’s eyes before he broke the stare-off and left. I shut the door breathing heavily, loving the fluttering feeling twisting up my stomach.

  It was crazy that I couldn’t see what Sunset and Bianca saw in that nigga but for some reason he had me giddy like a little girl. It might have been just the thrill of having done something dirty and the fact that no one knew. Whatever it was, I was probably more thankful than he to have gotten my pussy banged after so long.

  Chapter 16

  One Week Later

  Bianca

  “I don’t want any trouble with you ma’am. But if you’re not going to cooperate, then I will be forced to take you down to the station for questioning,” the burly Caucasian man stated standing on my porch on the other side of the screen door.

  “Listen, am I under arrest or what?” I asked wondering if this shit was a damn joke.

  “No ma’am, at least not yet. But I could arrest you for obstruction of justice if you’re lying about the whereabouts of Damita Paxton.” The stocky cop folded his arms.

  “I’m not sure where she is.”

  To be honest, I thought this asshole was here to arrest me for the fight in the club with Sunset. I thought her bitch ass had pressed charges against me and sent the cops over here to arrest me for damn near giving her a concussion. Needless to say that I was relieved once he dropped Damita’s name rather t
han Sunset’s.

  “Listen you can get in some serious trouble here—“

  “Then arrest me motherfucka ‘cause I just told you that I don’t know where my cousin is. She’s a grown woman. Like I said before, she was here but then she left. Now where the fuck she is, I don’t know.” I called his bluff but I was too done with this empty threats.

  “Fine, Ms. Divine. If you hear from her, please give me a call.” He handed me his business card right before the door shut in his scruffy bearded face.

  Disgust filled my face as I tossed it on the counter trying to figure out where the fuck Damita was. I hadn’t seen or heard from her since that night at the club. I knew she was mad but damn, I was her own blood. She should’ve been over that shit by now. Conveniently, she had some off brand bitch that I didn’t even recognize come and get her shit from her room even though that bitch didn’t even take everything.

  I figured her leaving things here was her way of weaseling back in if the place where she was staying fell through. And, like a dumb ass I’m gonna take her back in because that’s my damn blood. It just hurt like hell that this bitch chose her friends’ feelings over mine. Sunset didn’t deserve an ounce of sympathy. She got exactly what she deserved in my eyes. After the third call to Damita’s phone going to the voicemail, I gave up.

  “Who was that baby?” Myking appeared from the back room.

  “The fucking cops with his silly ass threats thinking that was gonna scare me into talking to him.” I shook my head still pissed off at the shit.