Twisted Vows of Seduction

by N’Tyse

  “Sure. I can do that. I’ll go get him and you can pick him up at the house.”

  “Great, I’ll be there as soon as I’m done. Thank you for doing this at the last minute.”

  “You don’t have to thank me, Nadine. He’s my son,” Jeff said lastly before ending the call with nothing more or less to say.

  17

  Ménage lay there for a minute. Her head was throbbing and spinning. She definitely had a hangover. She wondered if it was even possible to get carpal tunnel in the neck; if so, she had that too. She’d never felt so damn bad in her life.

  She eased up, careful to not wake Slug.

  As she scanned the room, she saw liquor bottles, cigarillos, and a bag of weed sitting on the stand below the wall-mounted flat screen. And it smelled like a concoction of sweaty butt-naked sex, weed, and alcohol, with a hint of her sweet perfume. She began to recall most of what took place last night, causing her throbbing head to pound even more. Ménage slowly climbed out of bed feeling so lightheaded she thought she was going to faint.

  Clad in only her birthday suit, she walked around the king-sized bed in search of her heels. She eased into them and staggered toward the bathroom. The liquor hadn’t quite worn off so every step was a balancing act.

  Spending time with Slug last night felt like old times. Instead of bringing her back to his hotel, he wanted to crash at her spot for the night, but Ménage refused to show him where she lived. There was no way in hell that was going down. She didn’t know what new situation he had going on and she wasn’t about to put her life or freedom in jeopardy. So the less he knew, the better off she was.

  She returned from the bathroom and walked around to the sink. It wasn’t a pretty sight. She had bags under her eyes, no makeup, and her hair was all over the place. She began fixing the pieces of hair that were out of place because even after oversleeping for most of the day, a bad bitch like her had to look good. She washed up and then powdered on some makeup and lipstick.

  “Ummm…” Slug moaned.

  Ménage looked up in the mirror to see him staring at her.

  “I see somebody getting ready for another round,” Slug said as he got up from the bed and headed over to her.

  The first thing she pointed to was the huge hickey on the left side of her neck. “You just getting reacquainted with this and you already trying to mark your territory?”

  “Damn right. And I’m about to mark it again,” Slug said, pointing to his hard-on. He slapped her on the ass, then headed for the bathroom. After he was all done, he walked back over to her and started kissing her.

  He kissed her as if they had never left each other’s side. It felt like they were picking up right where they’d left off, but in the back of Ménage’s mind, she knew differently. A lot had changed over the years and although Slug was the love of her life, they belonged to two entirely different worlds. She yearned for Slug’s touch for so long, and now that he was here, in the flesh, giving her body what it wanted, what it had been missing, she didn’t know what to do other than fuck him in memory of lost time.

  She could feel her pot of honey being stirred as Slug slipped his hands between her legs to wake up her pussy.

  “Ummm,” she moaned. Her round swollen nipples poked at his chest.

  Slug was hovering at six feet four. He was medium build, wide chest, with pure solid muscle—at least in his arms. He still had the beer belly pudge she always teased him about. Slug also had incredibly smooth high-yellow skin and money-green eyes. Where he used to rock Allen Iverson braids back in the day, he now wore a shadow fade with neatly trimmed sideburns and mustache. Physically, nothing much about him had changed. He had a few new sleeve tattoos. But the one she admired most was his neck tattoo with her name on it. He’d gotten it the same day she’d gotten hers. Those were the conditions she’d laid out. And she made him go first.

  All in all, Slug was still that pretty boy from the hood that she fell in love with when she was sixteen.

  Slug picked her up and sat her on the edge of the counter. As he gradually spread her eagle, he kissed and tongued the top of her legs, then worked his way to the middle. Ménage panted and moaned in satisfaction as her pussy began to melt from his touch. Her nipples hardened as she braced herself for another Omni Hotel adventure. She’d been there so many times she knew the night crew by name. Her head fell back against the mirror and that cold glass up against her shoulders and back sent a surge of energy below. Her hands were at either side, giving him the leverage that he needed to eat her pussy properly.

  “Now this is how I like my coffee,” Slug said, diving his tongue in and out of her.

  Ménage purred like a kitten as he gave her some serious head. He hasn’t lost his touch one bit, she thought, as she watched his head bobble with every stroke. She extended her legs further until her ankles were hooked over her shoulders. The pointy heel of her stilettos jabbed the mirror with every tongue thrust. It felt so good and she couldn’t help how wet she was for him. If she never told him she missed it, he knew now.

  “Get that shit!” Ménage egged him on as he swallowed her yoni whole. She could feel her nut getting ready to crack. She was right there. She could see the finish line and in just a couple of more licks, she knew she’d be creeping across it. But right then, Slug changed it up. He must not have been ready for her to release. He pushed her knees toward her chest as if she were getting ready to give birth, then slowly prepared to lay his pipe down sideways.

  “Oh yessss!” Ménage gasped as he entered her. Her entire body stiffened at first and she tried to clench something, but there was nothing next to her to grab. “Oh my God!” she panted as the back of her head occasionally bounced against the glass.

  “Whose pussy is this?” Slug asked.

  “It’s yours, baby!”

  He gripped her hips and gave it to her full throttle. Ménage’s breasts flopped around as he pounded into her. Slug slapped her on the ass, remembering how she liked it. His pace quickened as he drove farther into her tunnel. He tightened his grip around her waist and held on like a NASCAR driver as he hit every single corner of her pussy. When he managed to find her g-spot, Ménage began screaming in pure ecstasy. As if that was all the encouragement he needed, Slug raised her legs well above her head once again and gave her one final swerve. Once again her heels beat against the mirror. This time she heard it crack.

  “Arrggghhh!” Slug grunted. His face contorted as he exploded so deeply inside of Ménage that her body jerked. She had arrived with him.

  A smile swept across Slug’s face as he leaned in to kiss her. He slowly slid out of her and Ménage sat up.

  “Let’s hit this shower,” Slug said.

  “You go ahead. I’ll take mine at home. I know my roommate is probably worried sick about me so I better roll out.”

  “Roommate?” Slug questioned.

  “Yeah. I have a roommate,” Ménage lied. “That’s the reason we couldn’t go back to my place last night. We have a no-man-in-the-apartment policy.”

  “Well, it shouldn’t be no other niggas period, now that I’m back in the picture.” Slug didn’t crack a smile.

  “Yeah, well for how long, considering how you just up and shot ghost on me.”

  “I tried reaching out to you, Ebony. I called your moms, your sister, everybody that fucking knew you and they told me you moved across state somewhere because you got a new job.”

  “I did. But that doesn’t change the fact that you left me hanging out there. I thought you were dead!” She paused. Genuine tears immediately filled her eyes. “I didn’t know what happened to you. First, I’m hearing you owed somebody and you skipped town, the next I’m hearing that you might be dead. I didn’t know what the fuck to believe! I had to bounce because I thought my life was in danger too!”

  Slug wiped the tears from her eyes. “Look, baby. Yo nigga ain’t dead. He right here!” He took her hands in his. “I had to lay low because the laws were rolling in on us. I paid a youngblood t
o catch a case for me so that I wouldn’t go down.” Slug stared deeply into her eyes.

  “What kind of case?”

  “Doesn’t matter.”

  “But you still left me, Slug! I had no money, no car, no food. I couldn’t fucking survive without you!”

  “Baby, I had to lay low until the smoke cleared. But as soon as I came out, you were the first person I came looking for.”

  Ménage shook her head sideways as tears continued to stream down her unmade face. “So much has changed.”

  “Ain’t shit changed between us. This right here been real.”

  The way he looked at her was if there was no doubt in his mind that things couldn’t be the way they were before. But that was the problem. She didn’t want things to be as before. She wanted a life with a promising future. She didn’t want to have to worry about all that extra madness that came with being Slug’s woman. It was too much then so she knew it would be too much now. She wasn’t built to be a dopeman’s girl. She wanted more than that out of life.

  “Been real, huh?”

  Slug drew his neck back. “You doubting us now?”

  Ménage paused for a minute. “Answer me one question. Are you still dealing? That’s all I want to know.” She didn’t have to ask because she could see it with her own two eyes. In fact his three homeboys that he had been with at the club last night all looked like drug dealers too.

  Slug looked away.

  “That’s what I figured.”

  Ménage looked around the suite. It was all nice and dandy, but she couldn’t see herself ever going back down that road again. “This ain’t for me,” she said finally.

  Slug gave her a smug look. “Well, this dope money is what put your ass through school so don’t forget that.”

  She cut her eyes up at him, then fell silent.

  “Listen, Ebony, I understand you done got down here and found yourself and everything…but, I can take care of you. Always have, always will.”

  “No. See, you’re not even listening. I’m not trying to be on the run every time we look around. That’s not what I want for myself. I want more out of life.” Her eyes seemed to widen as she mentally searched for a better way to tell him that she wasn’t going back. “Slug, I never stopped loving you. Even when you left me,” she said. “But I’ve moved on with my life.”

  “You call shakin’ your ass in that strip club moving on?” He chuckled.

  “You know what,” Ménage said, climbing down from the counter. “It was good seeing you again, but I gotta bounce.”

  “Wait a minute!” Slug said, grabbing her by the elbow. “You ain’t going no motherfucking where! We still talking.”

  Ménage tried pulling her arm back, but Slug’s grip was too tight.

  “Owww, you’re hurting me!” she said, trying her best to wiggle her arm away from him. He finally let her go and she quickly hurried over to the chair to throw on her clothes. She didn’t care this time about anything except for getting the hell out of there as fast as she could. She grabbed her keys off the end table and jetted for the door.

  “Ebony!” Slug called after her as she hurried down the hall, passing an elderly white couple who looked like they’d just come from Bible study. “Ma’am I think he’s trying to get your attention,” the man called out to her. But she kept on walking until she reached the elevators. She scurried through the lobby, her skinny gold heels seemingly like cat claws across the marble floor. She was pissed and from the stares she received, it was obvious.

  Ménage jumped into her car and sped out of the parking garage. She didn’t look in her rearview until she was back on the freeway. The visual of the Omni became smaller and smaller by the distance. As for Slug, he was another long-lost memory. And that’s exactly where she planned on keeping him.

  18

  As soon as Ménage walked through her door, she headed straight for the shower. She towel-dried her hair, threw on her Juicy Couture tracksuit, and styled her hair. While in the mirror putting on her makeup, it hit her that she hadn’t heard from Jeff. She didn’t want to come off too strong, as that would only scare him or draw suspicion. Instead, she gave him a little space to get his mind right, figuring that eventually he would call her when he needed a good fuck. She knew for a fact that he wasn’t getting any from his baby momma. She’d made sure of it. Ménage wanted to be his only supplier, but it’d been five days and she hadn’t heard one single word from him.

  Ménage walked into the living room and began looking for her purse. “Fuck!” she cursed out loud. She had left it back at the hotel. Her wallet, her cell…everything was in that purse. As much as she didn’t want to, she had to go back.

  She slipped into some flip-flops, ready to head across the hall to ask Tiffany to roll with her in case she needed some backup. She flung open the door and her entire body froze.

  “You got a nigga driving all the way out here with all these white folks,” Slug complained as he handed Ménage her purse. “Better be glad a nigga love your ass,” he said, pushing his way past her. He walked inside and began looking around her small, but lavish apartment.

  Ménage clenched her jaws and gritted her teeth. She did not need him knowing where she lived. “Thanks for bringing it,” she said, looking through it to make sure everything was there.

  Slug made himself comfortable on the couch.

  “What are you doing?” Ménage asked, her face frowned.

  Slug stretched his size thirteen shoes on her coffee table. “I’m making myself at home, baby.” He leaned back and folded his hands behind his head. “I can get used to this.”

  “Get your dirty shoes off my good shit!” She walked over to the table and pushed his feet off of it.

  “What’s your problem, ma? A few hours ago we were all over each other and now you trying to flip the script like you don’t know a nigga.”

  Ménage crossed her arms. “My problem is that you think I’m supposed to drop everything I’ve built for myself here, and go back to that shit you’re doing.”

  She looked over his attire. Starched blue jeans, crisp long white tee, and a white baseball cap. The look was pretty simple, but the gold diamond-encrusted chain hanging around his neck, the shoes on his feet, and the four permanent teardrops on the right side of his face would give anyone reason to believe that he was slanging or banging.

  “So all of a sudden, you too good for me?” Slug stared at Ménage wide-eyed. “Is that what you saying?” He got up and slowly walked closer to where she stood. He lifted her chin and turned her attention back to him. “I want you back. And I’m going to do everything in my power to get you back.”

  Ménage gave him a straight face. “Are you going to stop selling drugs?” she asked blatantly.

  “I can. After this shipment comes through this week, I’ll unload it, and go legit for you, baby,” he said persuasively.

  Ménage twisted her lips and cut her eyes at him. “You’re lying.”

  Slug managed a humorous chuckle, only Ménage wasn’t laughing.

  “Look. I’ma keep it one hundred with you. I can’t promise you that I’ll change overnight. But I can, and I will promise you, that I will never leave you again. And you can put that on everything I love.”

  Ménage looked him in his eyes and she knew he was telling her the truth. She could feel it in her bones. He leaned in and kissed her and she embraced him. She loved Slug with all of her might, but her mind had been made up. They were clearly on two different paths in life. She was headed north and he was headed south. Ménage refused to sacrifice her dreams for him. She wasn’t that little girl anymore and his charming manipulation wasn’t going to work. Not this time.

  Her cell phone started ringing. It was Jeff’s ringtone. “I have to get that,” Ménage said, pulling away.

  “Ugh-uh. Whoever it is can wait,” Slug said as he kept kissing her, gripping her ass.

  “It could be my roommate.”

  He finally released her and before she could get her p
hone out of her purse, it stopped ringing. Seconds later, a text came through. It was from Jeff. She texted him back before returning her attention to Slug.

  “Where are you going to be later?” she asked. “I have to get ready for work.”

  “You mean you going back to that hoe spot?”

  Ménage drew her neck back and put one hand on her hip. “That hoe spot,” she shot with attitude, “is what pays my bills.”

  Slug dug his hand in his pocket and peeled off a grand. “Here. That should hold you down for the week. I don’t want you back in there.”

  Ménage scanned the money with her eyes and started laughing hysterically. “Did you just say a week? Please, I make this in an hour,” she quipped, still laughing.

  Slug walked closer to her. “Ebony, I ain’t playing with you. Don’t let me catch your ass back in there.”

  Ménage turned her lips up all while measuring the seriousness in his eyes. “Whatever you say, Boss,” she retorted sarcastically as she stuffed the money in her bra.

  Slug shook his head.

  “Now, pretty boy, if you don’t mind. I have places to go and people to see.”

  “Still hard-headed-ass Ebony.” Slug smirked. “I told you ain’t shit changed.”

  Ménage followed him out the door and down the stairs. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!”

  “I’m leaving in two days and I want you to come with me.”

  “Go with you where?”

  “Home.”

  She stopped as they came to the end of the stairs. “You mean back to Detroit?”

  Slug turned around to face her. “Yeah.”

  Ménage grew quiet as if she were giving it some thought.

  “We can start over fresh. You don’t have to worry about a thing. I got you!”

  “Let me sleep on it, okay.”

  “All right. I’ll call you tonight.”

  “I don’t recall giving you my number.”

  “Ha, ha, ha. You didn’t. I took it upon myself to call my cell from your phone.”

  She nodded her head slowly. “Okay, sneaky ass,” she said, forcing a smile. She gave him one last kiss on the lips. “I love you.”