by Carl Weber
Putting myself in her shoes, I would feel angry and betrayed, too, but I knew there had to be another explanation for the paper. Ashlee and I took our tests at the same time, and both of us got clean reports.
“Tracy, you got to trust I didn’t know.”
“Well, you know now. There it is in front of you in black and white, you bastard.” She continued to cry like the world had just come to an end, and in some way, maybe it had, for both of us.
I held the paper and stared at it for a while as Tracy sobbed. When my eyes traveled to the date on the paper, something dawned on me.
I grabbed Tracy’s hand. “C’mere, baby,” I said, leading her to my home office. I went into the file cabinet and pulled out my original paperwork from the Health Department, comparing it to the paper Ashlee had left with Tracy. The dates were the same, but there was no denying Ashlee’s paper was a photocopy. I pointed it out to Tracy.
“Look here, boo,” I said, holding the paper down for her to see it. “Can you tell the word ‘positive’ has been added? If you look closely, you can still see part of the ’n’ from the word negative. She didn’t white it out all the way. Besides, her paper isn’t even the same stock the Health Department used. This shit isn’t real.” I let out a long sigh, hoping this information would calm Tracy.
Tracy snatched the papers out of my hand. She began to study them, then she said, “Same date…Wait a minute. Oh my gosh, Jay, you’re right.” A small smile crept up on her face. It became bigger as she continued to read. “I don’t believe this. That bitch is crazy.”
“Yeah, she really is.”
She sat down on my lap. “I wanna kill that bitch.”
“Yeah, well, you’re going to have to stand in line behind me.”
“I’m sorry, Jay.” She looked down at her ringless finger as she apologized.
“No, boo, I’m sorry. But you don’t have to worry because I’ll never let Ashlee or anyone else hurt you or Jason.” I felt like crying myself as I held her tight. She kissed me, and somehow that kiss led to us making love on the couch. Once again, Ashlee had tried to rip apart the love that Tracy and I had, and once again she did nothing but make it stronger. I knew she was going to be up to something again real soon, and next time we’d be ready.
CHAPTER 26
Ashlee
I arrived a half hour early at the Verizon Center and sat in somebody else’s seat. I was close enough to see Jay, but didn’t want him to realize I was the one who’d sent him the ticket to the game. The arena was sparsely populated with fans stuffing their faces with hot dogs, popcorn, beer, and other concessions. I downed two antidepressants as I sat sipping on my diet cola, waiting for the moment to see my honey’s face up close and personal. God, did I love that man! He looked so good in his blue turtleneck and gray slacks when he walked in. What I would do to take him back to my hotel room and make love to him. I closed my eyes for a brief second, then smiled. What was I thinking? I was going do that anyway. I opened my bag and glanced at the white envelope inside. My smile widened. Damn, I love having power!
“Do I look okay?” I asked the well-dressed, actually overdressed, gentleman seated next to me.
This man had a tailored suit, expensive cologne, a fresh shave, spotless shoes, a Rolex watch, and a diamond ring on his pinky finger. He could fit in well with the NBA players’ new dress code. Maybe he was a former player, I thought. Nah, he’d have a better seat. Unless he was cheap, and God knows there’s nothing worse than a man who looks like a million dollars when he only has a few in his pocket.
I wasn’t looking too bad myself. I’d gotten an M.A.C. makeover at the Pentagon Mall. What I’d worn to the mall was sexy, but I saw this dress that was guaranteed to make Jay’s eyes stay on me, not the game. It was a simple red halter-top minidress that showed off my freshly waxed arms, underarms, legs, and, well, with the overlapping layer in the front, Jay would actually see my Brazilian bikini wax when I sat next to him.
Ripping every strand of hair from my pussy hurt like hell, but my God, I felt so liberated and excited afterward. When Jay’s chocolate lips kissed this smooth pussy, he would swear it felt just like my mouth.
I’d pinned up my hair in the front and let the back hang wild and long enough for me to sling it with the sway of my hips. A light spritz of cinnamon in my hair and a dab of pussy juice behind my ears got more attention from the women than from the men.
“Are you kidding? You look better than okay. You look good enough to…” He paused, nodded, smiled, seductively then continued, “To…whew! Be warming up with those dance girls down there on the floor. Maybe I can take you out sometime.”
If I weren’t already taken, he might’ve been the one for me. Sharing his smile, I politely shook my head, pleased with his response, then wrapped the pink shawl over my shoulders.
“If you change your mind, let me know. Here’s my card.”
I didn’t want to be rude, so I tucked his card in my purse, then moved two rows back, reminiscing on the first day Jay and I had met.
“What!” I screamed uncontrollably. My heart almost broke out of my chest. Lowering my voice, I said, “Oh no, he didn’t.” I eyed the center court section three rows behind the media. I hadn’t planned on this shit happening. She wasn’t supposed to be with him!
With all the fans in the crowded arena, there was no denying that the persons seated next to Jay were a woman and little boy—Fancy and my son. My red lace-up stilettos marched out the exit, accompanied by my bouncing titties, which practically popped out of my dress. Covering my head with the shawl, I slipped on my dark sunglasses. I stomped, knowing I should’ve tiptoed ladylike down the aisle, but I was too pissed. Stopping a few rows back, I sat directly behind them, contemplating my next move.
Darius’s stride commanded my attention as he ran onto the floor fourth in the starting lineup. My focused changed. Tears welled in my eyes as all the old feelings resurfaced. My emotions went from hatred to love, back to hatred for both Darius and Jay. The only male I didn’t hate at the moment was my son, who was seated with Fancy, and they were sitting next to Jay. A lump the size of a golf ball sat in my throat. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t swallow. Darius did this on purpose.
Fancy tapped Jay on the arm and asked, “So, how’d you get this seat?”
I had to do something quick, but what?
I got it!
I left. Not the arena, but the seat I was sitting in. I went to the lobby, scribbled a note, and charmed the security guard into delivering the paper to Fancy. Moments later, Fancy and my son were gone on a wild-goose chase to find me in the crowded arena’s private lounge. As Darius’s wife, she’d have no problem getting in, but I doubted she’d get out any time soon.
Easing into my ticketed seat, I said, “Hi, baby.”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jay yelled, leaping from his seat like I was some kind of leper.
“Jay, please sit,” I said, touching his hand. “We don’t want make a scene, do we?”
He snatched it back. “Don’t touch me. Don’t fucking touch me, you psycho!”
“Be careful what you say about me, love, ’cause I might take it out on that bitch of yours.” His eyes were burning mad, and I actually thought he might slap me until he realized we were in public. “Now, sit down and stop making a scene. I got something to show you, and believe me, you might learn something about Tracy that you never knew.”
“You mean like that fake HIV test?”
I smirked and he shook his head.
“You know what? I’m out.” He started to walk away and I grabbed his arm.
“Can I come? I have a room at the Hyatt. We could start up what we were so rudely interrupted doing last week. I’m still saving it for you.” I was hoping to get a reaction out of him, which I did. Just not the one I was expecting. He jerked his arm away and gave me the finger.
“You’re one sick woman. You know that?”
“Sick?” I did not like his choice of words. �
�I’ll show you sick.” Reaching into my purse, I removed a photo from the envelope and handed it to him. “No, this here is some sick shit.”
Jay stared at the picture of Tracy posing naked with another woman, then nonchalantly tore the photo into eight pieces. “We don’t have any secrets, Ashlee. I know about the pictures. Matter of fact, we have the negatives.”
I have to admit I was surprised but not discouraged. My plan to get Jay in bed was going to work. It had to work. “Maybe you do, but as long as I have these six prints, little miss wannabe is going to be a falling star, not a pop star. I could ruin her career in a snap of my finger.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Trust me, I would.” I reached in my handbag again and handed him a list of tabloids. “I’ll be rooting for her, at least for the first few weeks.” Suddenly, he didn’t look so confident.
“There’s a lot more where that one came from. Unless you do exactly as I say, Tracy’s dream of becoming a pop star will turn into a nightmare of becoming a porn star. You do know how these shows feel about scandal, don’t you? I bet the National Enquirer will give me six figures. What you think?”
Jay’s lips tightened. “What do you want, Ashlee?”
I smiled at Jay’s frustrated dimples. Knowing I had him by the balls felt great. “Sit down and I’ll tell you.”
Jay did what he was told and took my hand. I wanted him so badly. Spreading my shawl over my lap, I guided his hand to my pussy. I felt a twinge of excitement and surprise when he touched my wetness.
“You want to know what I want? I can show you better than I can tell you.” I ran my hand across his dick. “I want my dick, Jay. I want my dick one last time before I go back to Dallas. You give me that, and I’ll give you the pictures. Plus I’ll never bother you again.”
He stared at me, contemplating my offer, but it didn’t take him long to decide. “Aw’ight, I’ll do it. But I swear to God, if you don’t give me those pictures and leave my family alone, I’ll kill you.”
“Temper, temper, baby. Remember your blood pressure. Now, meet me in front of the stadium in fifteen minutes.” Reluctantly, he got up, but before he could leave, I grabbed his ass with my hand, giving it a squeeze in front of the entire stadium crowd. “Mmmm, now, that’s what I call an ass.”
CHAPTER 27
Jay
I pulled in front of the Hyatt Hotel and sighed heavily as the valet approached the car and opened my door. His counterpart, a short Latino doorman, opened the passenger-side door, and Ashlee stepped out of my car, grinning. I wanted to smack that damn grin right off her face. I kept asking myself if I really wanted to go through with this shit. Then Tracy and Jason came to mind, and I realized I had to give Ashlee what she wanted. I had to protect Tracy and her dream of winning Pop Star because if it wasn’t for me, Ashlee would never have come into her life.
There was no doubt in my mind that Ashlee was crazy. The fact that I actually thought I was in love with her once was making my stomach churn.
“Welcome to the Hyatt, sir. Are you checking in?” the valet asked.
“No, I’ll be out of here in less than thirty minutes,” I said angrily. I handed the valet a twenty-dollar bill. “So, keep my car close. Understand?”
He nodded and I followed Ashlee into the lobby. She sang as she strutted to the elevator, pushing the button. When the doors opened, she turned around with the biggest smirk I’d ever seen.
“You ready, sweetheart?” she asked, stepping into the elevator. “’Cause I can’t wait. It’s been so long since I felt you inside me.”
I rolled my eyes, tempted to let the elevator doors close and run back to my car. “Yeah, just remember your promise. You said you’d leave us alone after this.”
“Yeah, yeah…blah, blah, blah. I know what I said. If you take care of me tonight, I’ll give you the pictures and stay away from you, your wench, and that brat,” she said as I stepped inside the elevator.
My eyes threw daggers at her. “Hey, watch your damn mouth. I’m gon’ give you what you want, but I swear I’ll leave if you badmouth my girl and son.”
“Your girl, huh?” She put on an evil grin, then laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be good. I’ll be damn good. I promise.”
I wanted to strangle her ass, but I knew I couldn’t. Once the elevator started moving, Ashlee went on and on about what she wanted to do in bed. It’s a good thing she did because the only words I had for her were four-letter or started with the letter b. Once we got to the room, I hesitated at the door.
This would all be over in a half hour, I reminded myself. Just keep your cool, man. It’s for Jason and Tracy.
Ashlee set her purse on the table, then came toward me, taking hold of my hand. The thought of running into the room, grabbing her purse, and getting the pictures came to mind just before she pulled me inside.
“Remember this, Jay?” she asked, rubbing on my chest. “Honey, this is the same room we spent our first night together in. I didn’t even give you any that night, because we didn’t have a condom, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember now,” I forced myself to say.
She kissed my lips. I didn’t reciprocate. “Remember what you did to me?” she asked. I kept silent. “You caressed me in all the right places,” she said, taking my hand and rubbing it between her legs. “You made me come all over your fingers, remember? Can you do that again, Jay? Make me cream in your hand?”
I didn’t care much for the talk. I just wanted to fuck her ass so I could leave. I reminded her of why we were there. “Is that what you want? You want me to finger you rather than screw you?”
“Jay, don’t be ridiculous. I want it all. I want a G-spot orgasm, baby. I want to squirt in your face. Then I want you to slide that big black snake of yours into me as hard as you can.” She began unbuttoning my shirt with her teeth and I wanted to spit on her.
You’re doing this for Tracy and Jason, Jay. You’re doing this for your family, I kept repeating in my mind.
“Then why are we talking about it? Let’s just get it over with so I can get out of here,” I said, prying her hands from my waist.
I went to sit on the bed. I took my shoes off, then pulled off my pants. Ashlee stood, watching as if I were doing a striptease. When I was fully undressed, I looked at my deflated dick. It had no life to it whatsoever. It wasn’t until Ashlee began taking off her clothes that I got a bit of a rise. As much as I hated to be there, I still couldn’t deny how erotic she could be, especially when she ripped open her shirt and started to stick her fingers in her kitty, licking them like a lollipop as she walked toward me. Once she got over to the bed, she sat next to me and began kissing my neck.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she complained when she stroked my dick and it wouldn’t get fully erect.
I instructed her to take care of business. “Ah, Ashlee, this isn’t gonna work. I’m going to need a little more help.”
She barely stopped kissing me as she spoke. “Tell me what you need, baby. You know I’ll take care of you.”
I put my hand on her head to push her south. She didn’t ask any questions before damn near swallowing me whole. I hated to admit it to myself, but it felt good. I was a man, after all, a very weak man, and she was a woman, and very good at being a woman. Her wet, warm tongue made my shit stand straight up like a baseball bat. I got harder by the second. I could hear her gag every time I pushed her head down, forcing her to deep-throat me. She was doing me so good I was about ready to bust, so I pulled her up or else our business would have been all over. I managed to get excited for her once, but with my mind frame, there was no guarantee she’d get another rise out of me.
Ashlee pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me. I closed my eyes for a second. I don’t know how she managed to get up there so fast, but when I opened my eyes, Ashlee’s moist pussy was in my face. She squatted and awaited the visitation of my tongue.
I cannot believe I’m doing this. Tracy would kill me if she could see
me.
I knew there was no way around returning the oral favor, so I obliged. I began to suck and lick her clit, and when she started to moan, I slipped my finger inside her, gently rubbing her G-spot. It must have felt good to her because she was making hard circular motions as she grinded into my face. She left me very little space for breathing, but I continued until she began to lift away from me and scream at the top of her lungs. A half second later, she began to spray, and her body went into convulsions as she collapsed on top of me.
Once she’d rested enough, she took hold of my dick and slid down on it. My mind told me to protest, but my body wouldn’t listen. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit she felt good.
“Look at me, baby. I can take all of you,” she said with glee, rocking back and forth. “Remember when I couldn’t? That was then and this is now. God, I love my dick.”
In spite of everything, she looked sexy as hell sitting on top of me with her titties bouncing. Then, if I didn’t know any better, I would’ve sworn she read my thoughts. She took my hands off her waist and placed them on her breasts, continuing to rock me as she helped squeeze and massage her tits. They were plump but soft. I had the opportunity to feel just how soft when she leaned over to place one of them in my mouth.
“Aahh, yeah, baby,” she moaned. “Suck it. Now bite it. Harder! Harder!”
I did what I was told, and she moaned even louder, although I’m sure I drew blood. I actually enjoyed hearing her moan, so I began to thrust my hips into her. She gasped and moaned some more. Her language became more and more erotic. She started kissing me, making sure to lick all of her moisture from my face. I could feel her pussy getting hotter. I knew it wouldn’t be long before she came, and I’d be right behind her.
“Wait, baby,” she said, stopping. “I want you to give it to me from the back hard.”
Ashlee got off me, bent down to slurp my dick a few times, and then assumed the doggy position. And like a dog in heat, I proceeded to fuck the shit outtta her with short, rapid strokes. I held her waist and helped her throw it back on me.