Kismet (Beyond the Bedroom Series)

by Pittman, Raynesha; Randolph, Brandie

  I realized I always decided to visit Monday through Friday, so I decided to pop up on a Saturday, which turned out to be in my favor. When I pulled up to my daddy’s house, Keisha and Christina were about to pull off. If it weren’t for the hoe in them, I would have watched them drive off. Instead, they stalled to see who was driving the pearl colored Charger with the pearl tint.

  Not like they knew my Charger was previously black but I changed my paint and license plate to make it harder for Dre to find me, so my car looked brand new.

  I rolled down my window. “What’s up, Keisha?” She pulled over, parked, and then ran up to me.

  “Damn, Na-Na, it’s been years! Look at you girl, you are beautiful!”

  I quickly corrected her on the name. “It’s Savannah, I don’t go by Na-Na anymore.” I mustered a fake smile.

  I really wish I could have told her she was looking good, too, but it would have been a bold faced lie. She and Christina looked mid- to late forties. They had a drained look about them.

  I guess all that fucking, abortions, drinking and weed smoking had finally caught up with them. “Excuse me, Savannah. How are you doing? We need to catch up. Last I heard you had graduated with a Master’s degree in something and was running Atlanta. Let me borrow something.” This bitch still talked like she was 17 years old.

  “Yes, I graduated with a Master’s in business and accounting, but I’ve been in California for two years now. I have my own firm here and you’re in a new Malibu; you don’t need any handouts from me.”

  She laughed. “Girl, this is my baby daddy’s car. You know I had a baby by fine ass Tyrone from the park, right? Girl, you should come to the barbeque; I know everybody wants to see you! And we can catch up.”

  I was looking my best. I went and got my hair and nails done that morning. It was now shoulder-length and cut into layers. I was wearing bright orange BCBG sandals with a matching bag. It was midsummer; my jean skirt was an extra mini one with a form-fitting shirt that cuffed my breasts. Since the birth of Sade, I had lost 50 pounds and was now 160 pounds.

  “Is it at the park down the street?” Christina felt the need to answer. “Yep and it started about an hour ago. They playing basketball out there; you might want to change your clothes. I know you want to play.” Both of these young-minded, old-looking bitches laughed.

  “No, I don’t play anymore, but I’d love to come. I’m going to run and say hi to my daddy, then I’ll be on my way.”

  Christina looked at me like I was stupid. “Memphis and your daddy went up there 30 minutes ago. When Keisha said everybody was going to be there, she meant it. The only person who ain’t going to be there is her little sister smart ass. She is off at college.”

  Everybody kept saying, “You and Keisha’s little sister.” Hell, I don’t even remember Keisha having a little sister. Whoever she was, I was proud she made it away from here.

  I jumped in my car and followed them to the park. The street was packed with ‘hood rich cars. There were a few Malibus, Caprices, Impalas and Monte Carlos. When I pulled up, everybody turned around to see who was behind the tint.

  I quickly applied an extra layer of lip-gloss, got out the car and walked to the table my daddy was seated at.

  “Savannah, baby, what you doing here? Come sit down.” That man kept a cigarette in his mouth.

  “I was coming to visit you when Keisha and the girls invited me here. I think I’m going to say hello to a few people before I sit, Daddy. I’ll be back.”

  I headed straight to Keisha, Christina and Melinda, who were sitting in the middle of everything to keep all the attention on them as usual. As a teenager, I hated them for always having to be the center of attention, but as an adult, it was just what I needed. My goal for the day was to make every man there want me more than they ever wanted Keisha and this included Keisha’s, Melinda’s and Christina’s men.

  “Savannah, what do you do for a living?” Melinda asked, genuinely looking interested, but she was cut off by Christina’s no class having ass.

  “Fuck that, we want to know how much you making, rolling up on us in your new Charger and shit with your expensive ass clothes.”

  Her comment was an indication that she and Keisha had a conversation about me on their way to the park. Normally I wouldn’t answer that question, but everyone was around. “Just a little over 140K a year, after taxes.”

  The bitch kept coming with the questions. “So you paid to deck your daddy’s house out, huh? It wasn’t the insurance money he got when your granny died because Memphis didn’t get shit.”

  My daddy told me Memphis had dated her. What in the fuck was he thinking to even mention to her that my daddy was receiving a check for his mother passing?

  “Yes, I couldn’t convince him to move away from here, so I thought I’d make him a little more comfortable.”

  I excused myself because Stephanie was calling, that was the break I needed from all of Christina’s nosey ass questions. I had actually forwarded Stephanie’s call to my voice mail and turned my ringer off so I could pretend like I was in conversation, but really listen to the conversation they were having at the table.

  “I think she is still a lesbo. Where is her man or her kids? The bitch is almost 30. She is making all that money with nobody to spend it on but her daddy. Something about that picture ain’t right.”

  Listening to Keisha talk, I knew I would have to snap on one of them before today was up and I would need to do it publicly. Christina would be my victim because I heard her volunteer to question my sexuality for Keisha.

  She waited until Tyrone and the fellas were playing basketball to question me. I stood by the baseline, watching the half court three-on-three game.

  Three out of the six men on the court belonged to one of them, or at least was their baby’s daddy. Tyrone was Keisha’s, Javier was Christina’s and Anthony, known as Big Ant, was Melinda’s.

  “Girl, you still love basketball; does your man play? Or does your woman play?”

  There was a roar of laughter. They even called timeout on the court to laugh at Christina’s attempt of calling me out.

  “No, you ignorant bitch, I played. If you could get dick off of your mind long enough, you would remember that. To answer your question, no I don’t fuck women anymore. I take my dicks long and hard. Unlike you, I am choosey about who I will have a child by and I don’t want kids. I don’t want marriage, either. All I want is a good fuck every now and then by a nigga who knows what he is doing. Now if that was your attempt of trying to get at me, I don’t let women eat my pussy anymore, sorry!” Keisha moved away from her and stood next to me.

  “Christina, you stupid for asking Na-Na…sorry, I meant Savannah, that. She is grown and on her shit. Don’t bring up her past.”

  I took a step away from Keisha and said, “Anything you think you know about me or remember about me-you can throw it out. I’ve been gone over 10 years, a lot has changed.”

  I then turned to the fellas after deciding Javier; Christina’s baby daddy, was going to be my first victim. “Keep playing, y'all, I’ve missed seeing y'all play. That college shit was okay. But it ain’t nothing like seeing some real niggas hoop.” I licked my lips at Javier so he would know what was up and Big Ant smiled.

  “Damn, girl, you came home country as fuck, but welcome back.”

  I left the cookout with everyone’s respect and everybody’s telephone number. Keisha called so we could go to the nail shop two weeks later. I treated her to my salon because all she had budgeted for our trip was $40.00, which was only a polish change at my shop.

  She talked about her and Tyrone the whole time we were being pampered. She did admit they weren’t in a relationship, but you couldn’t tell they weren’t with the way she was checking his voicemails.

  “I stole his password and been checking his shit ever since. I know he is fucking other bitches; I just like to know who.”

  That was the craziest shit I had heard in a long time, but to the averag
e ‘hood bitch, it was normal. Once you had a baby by someone down there, you had ownership of their sex organs. Men felt like their baby mama’s pussy was always theirs and women felt like they owned the dick.

  I wasn’t at all enjoying her company, I just needed information from the horse’s mouth so I could know how to attack them where it would hurt most. Keisha attempted to apologize again for Christina questioning my sexuality.

  “You know that bitch can’t control her mouth. Between you and me, they both are bi-sexual. They have threesomes and all together and with other bitches.”

  Being two-faced was one of Keisha’s best qualities. Later today, she would be bad mouthing me to the same people she is talking about now; it was her own circle of life.

  “Keisha, I am not worried about Christina. She was and still is a nothing ass bitch to me. I could buy, sell and trade her ass on eBay, but I would be wasting my time. She is like soiled laundry. Once it gets that mildew smell, there is nothing left to do but throw it away or tear it into rags.” I didn’t hate her enough to dispose of her, but I would tear her apart.

  “Well, that bitch in jail for the next two weeks. She had to turn herself in for not appearing on some traffic ticket she got.”

  Thank you, big mouth. That was the information I wanted. I texted Javier and asked if he could join me for dinner while sitting with Keisha. I had him meet me at the restaurant at the end of the Santa Monica pier and, of course, he agreed.

  Javier was Mexican, zero percent black, but he carried himself like a black man. He kept his long hair corn rowed to the back, had a goatee which reminded me of a rougher Jon B, and his voice had no traces of an accent.

  He was one of the guys who paid me no attention on our basketball team when we were younger. I won the point guard position over him and that was all she wrote. Even when I made the final point that won us the championship game in overtime, he celebrated with everybody but me.

  Having sex with him at the end of the night was going to take everything in me, but it must be done. After we were done, I invited him back to my timeshare property off of Pacific Coast Hwy just to smoke and continue the conversation.

  “Damn, Savannah, this yo’ spot?” He looked around at my paintings and statues and didn’t dare touch anything, as if her were nervous he would break something.

  “Yes, this is one of my places. I rent it out to other people when I’m not in it, but everything here is mine. I rent it as a furnished vacation spot. No one can rent it longer than two weeks.” I handed him the weed and asked him to roll up three blunts while I showered.

  “I still can’t wait to see you smoke. You’re so different now; you don’t look like the type to smoke.” I smiled and then headed to the bathroom.

  I had stopped and gotten a new matching zebra print panty and bra set on my way home. I wrapped myself in my robe and the zebra prints and sat next to him on the couch. We smoked blunt one. I was back in Cali so the weed was good and worked immediately.

  “Javier, I want to do something to you and with you that I haven’t done since I’ve moved from the south, but I want it to be between us; no one can know about tonight. Christina and I are friends, but I can’t help it that she decided to have a baby by the nigga I’ve always wanted to be with. I just don’t want the wrong person to find out and it get back to her. Like you heard me say at the park, I don’t want anything from you but sex. I do appreciate you paying for the meal, but it wasn’t necessary for what I want. So, can you handle keeping a secret with me? Not even your boys can know!” He kept smoking the blunt.

  I removed my robe, stood in front of him and snatched the blunt out of his mouth. I hit it twice and then got on my knees. “You haven’t answered yet, Javier. Do you disagree?”

  He mumbled out, “No.”

  I stood up and lead him to my bedroom. He undressed without me asking. While he was undressing, I hit record on my surveillance camera and then lay on the bed.

  “You sure you want to fuck me, Javier? What about Christina?”

  He laid me back on the bed. “Fuck Christina; she just my baby mama. I don’t give a fuck about her. Can I lick that pussy?” I agreed and spread my legs. His head was on point. There was no sucking involved. He licked my pearl tongue about 200 times in a minute.

  When he was done, he kissed my body from my pearl tongue to my belly button and then licked me from my belly button to my nipples. I reached under my pillow and handed him a condom. I didn’t get to look at the size of his dick, but by the feel, he had about seven inches to give.

  His stroke was slow and deep. He kissed me all over my neck with every stroke. Once 30 minutes went by, I had enough of his slow pace and decided to speed things up. Javier hesitated to get on his back which let me know that was his weak spot and he would more than likely nut soon, which was fine with me.

  To get full revenge, I had to treat it like a full time job and not look for pleasure. I sat on his dick and moved as fast up and down as I could. That was the first time in my life I heard him speak Spanish. He yelled, “Ooooooo, Dios mio,” which meant 'oh, my God,' and then he nutted.

  As he went to wash up in my bathroom, I hit stop on the video. I had gotten all the footage of Christina’s baby daddy that I needed.

  When he was done, he attempted to get back in the bed with me. That’s when I reminded him of our agreement.

  “No, Javier, it’s time for you to go, baby. Remember what I said. All I want from you is sex. Maybe we can do it again another day if you want.” He looked disappointed, but agreed. That was one down and two to go.

  When I went to work Moday, Stephanie had good news for me. She had signed us up for an intern program with the California State University, Northridge, otherwise known as CSUN. This would allow undergrads the opportunity to get real world work experience while giving us a few hours of unpaid work.

  The first two interns would be arriving next week and would be working 20 hours a week for two months. At the end of their stay, we would type letters of recommendation and send them away with a thank you check. This was Stephanie’s idea.

  She handed me both of their background checks. I didn’t read them over besides their names, Erika Soto and Brian Hasty. I made two employee folders for them and locked them in my file cabinet.

  This was Stephanie’s first senior accountant project that she was fully in charge of. I advised all three of my senior accountants that I expected one project that bettered or gave back to the community or young kids a year and this was Stephanie’s.

  Robin Dyer had suggested we adopt a youth baseball team who we would sponsor by purchasing all the equipment they needed. I agreed to it and now we have a first place trophy and team picture in our lobby.

  Zach Markova, my other senior, suggested we feed the homeless during Thanksgiving and that worked well, too. We set up tables and chairs at the Los Angeles mission and fed about

  eight hundred people. Yes, it was more expensive than sponsoring a team, but we could write it off during tax time as charitable contributions.

  Stephanie’s was the first cost free idea that allowed everyone to win. The school could continue providing an internship, the students could gain on the job experience and we gained free laborers. Stephanie was still my full time secretary. Getting an intern to do her secretarial work would be a pleasure for her.

  I knew she hated working both jobs, but there was no one else qualified to handle my things but her. She handled both my business and personal affairs. She had even scheduled a trip for me and Big Ant to Las Vegas for the weekend in two weeks.

  I knew Ant liked to shoot dice. I had her call and tell him I wanted to go to Vegas and I didn’t want to be alone. She asked if he would join me. He answered “yes” and then she transferred him to me. “This is Savannah,” I said, when I answered the call.

  “Hey, you had your secretary set up a gambling trip for us?”

  Trying to sound believable, I replied, “Yes, Anthony. I’m still adjusting to being home and w
anted to go to Vegas. Keisha and the girls are not up to speed when it comes to shooting dice and you’re the only person I know who would make a great gambling mate. Plus, I was hoping to catch up with you in private. No one would have to know about our little trip, but us. As a matter of fact, with you having a child by Melinda, that may be the best way to keep it, just between you and me.”

  There was a time when we were younger when I had written Big Ant a letter telling him I liked him. He had turned me down because I was Memphis’ little sister and they were best friends. The years had destroyed their friendship.

  My father told me Ant and Memphis had gone as far as fighting in the backyard a few years back, so he should have no reason to turn me down now.

  “Yeah, Savannah that’s cool, and it would be best if we kept it between us. You know how Melinda crazy ass is and I know that’s your friend.”