by Nicety
“Hmm. What did he want?” He moved over to me rubbing the small of my back soothingly.
“Damita. I don’t know what this bitch has gotten herself into now but she’s out here doing something and now these motherfuckas are looking for her. I can’t protect her if she doesn’t answer the damn phone.”
“Oh, she’s still not answering?”
“Nope. I need to probably go look for her.” Thoughts of all the places she could be roamed through my mind.
Myking pressed his body against the back of mine while his hands roamed every part of me. He had come over every night once he was done with his work. Jeremiah was no factor, claiming he knew the nigga’s every move and knew when he would and wouldn’t be coming here. Admittedly, I felt safe in Myking’s arms. He was like the savior that I had been praying for to come into my life. He treated me like a goddess, feeding me food and rubbing my feet while we watched TV. That was the kind of shit I wanted with J.’s ass.
“So when you gonna tell him baby?” He exhaled charmingly licking my earlobe.
“Damn Myking. We’re having a good night and there you go bringing that shit up again.” I didn’t mean for it to come out like I was snapping but that didn’t change the fact that it did. “I told you, I’m gonna tell him.”
“When Bianca? You’re not about to have me hanging on wondering when the fuck you gonna do the shit. I told you I would do it but you swear up and down that you would. So what’s the hold up?” His broad chest flexed as he spoke.
“I just need time, Myking. This shit is happening so fast right now. I mean, he and I just broke up and honestly we didn’t even do that right,” I sighed lowering my head. “It’s just so much.”
“It’s not. It’s real simple. Either you want me or you want him. What’s it going to be, B.? I’m not no fucking yo-yo. You can sleep on me if you want to and you’re gonna lose the best thing you never had.” Myking shot past me heading into the bedroom searching for his clothes.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I asked following up behind him, my heart thumping from nervousness.
“Back to the grind. I might as well take my mind off this shit.” He slid his shirt on furiously.
I didn’t want him to leave. Hell he had just gotten here not to long ago and I had been waiting all day just to see him. My day is complete when he texts me at work. Pieces of my heart fluster when Myking tells me I’m beautiful or when he grabbed me, wrestling his tongue against mine.
Never had I had a man that massaged my back when he kissed me passionately. My pussy tingled by just thinking about him and he made my workday go by with ease, looking forward to our nights together. It had only been a short time but I loved it, I craved it. It felt natural like that's the way it should always be.
“Wait. Don’t go.” I swallowed my pride, placing my hand on his chest to get him to listen. “I don’t want you to go.”
“You can’t have me and him. I’m not gonna share you, Bianca.” Myking reached around grabbing the back of my neck gently pulling me closer to him. “You’re either gonna be mine or your not.”
“I want you. I wanna be yours baby.” I felt like I would hyperventilate.
“Then your decision is made. So fuck the dumb shit. You need to let that nigga know what’s up. Real talk.” He released his grasp on me but not before pecking my lips sweetly.
“I just don’t know how to tell him where it won’t blow up in your face. Shit, you should be even more scared because that’s your friend. Y’all grew up together and now y’all have businesses together. How the fuck are you gonna be able to keep your half of the businesses after this? He’ll try to buy you out, especially since he’s always boasting to me that he put in more money than you.”
“I know, B. Ever since you told me that shit years ago, I’ve been working on some shit to get out from under this nigga. I’m so good now I don’t even need his motherfucking ass. If anything, he needs me now more than he knows.” Myking’s tongue coated his sexy lips. “But I couldn’t leave though. Not without you.”
“Huh?” I was confused as shit.
“Bianca, think about it. Ain’t no nigga gonna come over here and pillow talk with a female unless one of two things is happening. Either he’s trying to get with her or he’s gay as fuck. And, I think I’ve proved to you that a nigga is far from the second one. You feel me.” He rubbed his sexy tattooed arms.
Indeed he had proven on more than one occasion that he was all man. As he stood there flexing, all I could think about was kissing on each one of his tattoos all the way down to his massive sized dick. My tongue licked my lips thinking about the way he broke me off every time we were together. Myking always greeted me with some good head and dick when we met up then held me close and talked afterwards. He was a dream. I swear I craved this man.
“B.,” he called out.
“Huh? Oh my bad,” I said snapping out of my daze. “What were you saying baby? I’m sorry.”
“I’m not worried about losing that bitch ass nigga as a friend. You don’t get anywhere in life worrying about keeping friends. I want you. That’s all I give a fuck about.” He held out his hand to me as I took a seat on his lap. “So either you tell him…or I will.”
His words forced a prickly feeling to run up and down my spine. I knew what I had to do but not how to do it or even if I wanted to do it. Myking was putting mad pressure on me and I wasn’t feeling any of it. But I knew if I didn’t do what he asked, I would lose him forever.
I couldn’t lose him for Jeremiah. But I wasn’t sure if being done with Jeremiah was the right thing to do. I wasn't sure that's what I wanted right now. Having been with Jeremiah for so long, it was just too hard to picture myself without him. How the fuck was I going to tell my man that I was leaving him for his friend?
Chapter 17
The Next Night
Damita
The carpet against my naked skin felt good as fuck coupled with the tingling feeling in my tits from Jeremiah rubbing my nipples. I was high as fuck, blowing the smoke from the blunt into his face as I handed it back to him. We had been fucking and lying on the floor for hours having so much fun and talking about stupid shit. It was nice not to have to worry about nothing, looking over my shoulder, or any direct drama. For the first time in a long time, I was in a good place. I had a peace of mind.
“You’re so damn silly, Jeremiah,” I said slapping his bare chest. “You’d better get your clothes on and wake the kids up before your baby momma gets home.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” The look on his face didn’t show a man who was ready for what we had been doing this last week to end. “You’re a real chick, Damita. Real talk.”
“Awe, don’t start getting mushy on me now nigga. Put your clothes on,” I urged him hoping he moved quickly.
I wasn’t about to get caught on Sunset’s floor with her damn baby’s daddy. As I snatched up my clothes from the floor, I ran past Lil’ J. standing in the hall. Every little boy had to catch a glimpse of some ass and titties at one point in their lives to get that feeling of liking it. I guess I was his first glimpse. He stared at me like he had just seen a factory of candy as I headed for the bathroom turning the shower on and shutting the door. I put my ear to the door to see if Jeremiah had caught wind of him as well.
“Hey boy. What are you doing up so soon?” Jeremiah asked his son but I heard no response. “Well, your momma will be home in a minute. Why don’t you go in the room and watch some Spiderman. Wanna watch some Spiderman?”
He was trying to diffuse the situation. I lathered my body trying to rush in order to clean up good before Sunset came walking through the door. But more importantly, Jeremiah was supposed to be gone by the time she brought her ass here.
Usually I would text her and let her know he was gone but Jeremiah had to have just one more damn nut this time. It was good as shit, had me tingling just thinking about it and wanting more.
Jeremiah seemed more misunderstood to me than anything. The
only reason why he was doing those things to Sunset and Bianca were because they were allowing him to do it. He really just wanted someone who would give him their all so he could give it back in return.
He needed them both because he figured neither one of them were doing it to the fullest. Even though I knew I didn’t want to be in a relationship, I knew that if I were to be his woman he would be happiest with me. Shaking off those crazy feelings, I continued to hurry rinsing my body off.
“What the fuck?” Sunset yelled from the living room.
Shit, I thought hurrying my ass up out the shower. I rushed to dry my body off and put my clothes on, refusing to respond to her rants in the living room. She slammed the door and there was some crashing going on as well. I heard Jeremiah go in there to explain but she was hearing none of it as she asked for her son. Sunset questioned him but if he said anything I couldn’t hear him. Finally dressed, I exited the bathroom like everything was cool cheesy as ever.
“What’s good Sunset?” I asked.
“Bitch what the fuck is all this smoke in my living room? Y’all was smoking and having a great time in here huh?” She crossed her arms, biting her lip.
“Naw, girl it was just me,” I laughed, looking around noticing that Jeremiah had cleaned up already. I shot him a quick eye thanking him for it. “I had a blunt earlier when Jeremiah was in the room with the kids sleeping.”
“Oh you were sleeping? How fucking convenient.” She smiled sarcastically.
“Naw it wasn’t even like that girl. It was my fault. I forgot and lost track of time.” I waved her off.
Jeremiah picked Lil’ J. up kissing him on his cheek, holding him close for an embrace. He expressed his love for him then headed to the back I assume to do the same thing to his daughter. He returned moments later heading for the door with Sunset and my eyes glued to him. Sunset’s attitude didn’t make him want to say anything to her but he looked over at me blankly. I nodded then looked away quickly as he shot out the door.
“I thought I told you that he needed to be out by the time I made it home, Damita. You didn’t even text me and tell me that he was gone like you usually do. That’s what made me go on and come in the damn house,” Sunset huffed as she plopped down on the couch. “I sat in the car for thirty fucking minutes trying to decide if I wanted to just walk up in here or not.”
“Shit, it’s your house. You should’ve just come in,” I stated knowing that if she had, Jeremiah and I would’ve ben burned for sure. “Why the fuck are you hiding from this nigga anyway? You can’t hide from him forever, Sunset. He’s your damn kids’ father.”
“Yeah I know. I just needed some time away from him. I didn’t need to see him or shit. Jeremiah needs to detox from my system if I’m truly gonna be done with him.” Sunset stroked her temples to relieve the stress away. “Fuck him. So why I finally got a date with that fine ass nigga Cesar tomorrow night?”
“Oh word? That’s wassup. I’m so happy for you girl,” I smiled, high fiving her.
“Yes, girl. It’s been a long time coming and I hope he does well enough to make me cum. You get what I’m saying,” she laughed as we high fived again.
She was giggling and cackling on and on about this nigga. Really I wasn’t paying much attention and when my phone went off blowing up, my attention was really off of her. I picked up the phone wondering if it was Jeremiah telling me how close we had just become to being caught. I couldn’t wait to tell him just how close it actually was and that it was actually a bit of a rush for us to be standing there lying in her face. I was just grateful that Lil’ J. didn’t say anything that would burst our lie wide open.
Anonymous: You think you can hide from me?
Anonymous: Answer me…
Anonymous: Answer me!
Anonymous: ANSWER ME!
Anonymous: Why do you make me hunt you, Damita? You will be mine. I’ll never let anyone have you. In life and in death **smiley face**
The text messages were more sinister than any I had ever read before. A tinkle of piss escaped me a bit as I struggled to keep the rest of it in. There was no way that I was going to be able to keep going on like this. He would never let me breathe, never let me rest. His life’s goal was to see me miserable wrapped under him. I hadn’t thought about fighting back at all because the thought of winning was a faint dream, one that you wake up from and can’t recall the next day. He would never let me have victory. I would always be a prisoner enslaved to him.
After reading all of that, it took everything in me not to shit on myself. I was stuck in time, my face frozen towards the screen. The least that I thought Angelo would do when he finally caught up with me was beat or possibly even rape me. But now he was talking about killing me and that had me more frightened than anything in this world.
Why couldn’t I seem to get away from his ass? It was then that I realized he would never stop hunting me, torturing me. Nothing and no one could stop him. Soon I would have to leave town again. Very soon. I would probably be running for the rest of my life. I just wanted him to go the fuck away so I could have my fucking life back. Give me my got-damn life back!
“Damita? Damita, what’s wrong?” Sunset called after as I ran into the bathroom, shutting the door loudly crying my fucking eyes out.
Chapter 18
Next Stormy Evening
Sunset
“Why do you keep staring at your phone?” Cesar asked stuffing a piece of shrimp in his mouth.
“Oh, I just…I guess I’m just a little worried about my kids that's all. They hate stormy nights and I usually cuddle with them and watch cartoons to cheer them up.” My eyes lowered to my Ultimate Feast wishing we had taken this Red Lobster to go and had it at my place.
“You said one of your closest friends was babysitting them right?”
“Yeah but—“
“So I’m sure a close friend will do everything that mommy will do.” He shot a half smile my way. “Enjoy your food. Your kids are in good hands I'm sure.”
I liked how he tried to cheer me up. As I took a sip of my gigantic Lobsterita, I tried to calm my nerves but it just wasn’t working. A good mother always cared about the safety and well being of her kids no matter whose hands they were in. After yesterday, however, I wasn’t too sure they were in the proper hands. Damita was cool but something was going on with her that I couldn’t figure out. She seemed distance, almost secretive about a lot of things that I just couldn’t put my finger on.
“It’s about time we got a minute alone huh?” Cesar said leaning in to grab my hand just as my phone rang.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I held up one finger hoping he understood. “Excuse me, I have to take this.”
“Sure,” he said with a look of discontent on his face.
Removing myself from the table, I headed straight to the lobby and past the host into the ladies room. It was empty and echoic but I tried to keep my voice down as I answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Mommy, where are you mommy?” Lil’ J. spoke from Damita’s phone.
“I’m having dinner baby. Is everything okay?” I asked figuring she probably let him talk to me because he was missing my voice, afraid of the storm.
“No. I dunno like the w-ain, mommy. I dunno like the w-ain,” he said authoritatively.
“Awe baby. It’s okay. Cuddle up with Damita and mommy will be home soon.” I couldn’t do shit but laugh as tears filled my eyes at my smart little man.
The call went silent. I called Lil’ J.’s name but he wouldn’t respond. The call was still connected but there was nothing there. A few minutes later there was laughter in the background. Lil’ J. must’ve put the phone down and walked away. I had no idea what was going on but just as I was about to hang up, something told me to listen in even further. I pressed my ear so hard to the phone that it might have became one with my head.
In the distance, I could hear voices but I couldn’t make them out. I couldn’t hear exactly what was being said or if it
was even actual people or just the TV. Whatever it was, it had me concerned and if my baby would figure out a way to call then it had to have had him concerned too. I called his name again and again but he wouldn’t answer. He was gone. Quickly my fingers hung up and dialed away.
“Momma,”
“Yeah, kitten?”
“I know you’re sleeping and it’s raining cats and dogs out there but…can you do me a favor and drive to my house and check on the kids? I think something may be wrong over there.” Panic began to set in, not knowing what was going on at my house was killing me but I didn’t really want to ruin my date with Cesar if I didn’t have to.
“Baby, why don’t you just go home? Any man that doesn’t understand you need to check on your kids ain’t worth dating.” With her words, I disconnected the call.
I knew she was going to give me some tough love lecture instead of doing what I asked but it was worth a shot to ask her to help me. With my head hung low, I went back to the table fiddling around with my food. Cesar stared at me, I could feel him doing so but I couldn’t bring my eyes up to face him. There was a tug of war toying with my heart. I wanted to be there with him having a great time but my mind kept wondering if everything was okay at home.
“Why don’t I just drive you home?” Cesar asked signaling for the check. “I can’t stand to sit here looking at your long face.”
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry to do this to you,” I said as he dropped three crisp hundred dollar bills in the more than gracious waitress’ hands.
My eyebrow raised, interested in knowing what kind of bands that man was sitting on that he was willing to pay that much extra of a tip on a $60 bill. The night was going so perfectly that I dreaded the ride home. Cesar was the perfect gentleman. He held doors open for me, opened my car door, and even wrapped his arm around me in the movie theater. It was so classic like something out of an old 90’s movie. It was because of all that, that I was beginning to feel a bit guilty for cutting our date short.