“Yeah, baby, sorry, come on.” Lisa slid the bags up her arm and walked up the sidewalk to her house. She put on a smile for her baby. Naomi skipped ahead of Lisa, as she tried to mask the hurt and shock she was feeling. He had left her, and had moved up and moved on.
* * *
Tammy felt her legs being opened and something warm caressing her clit. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times to focus them. She looked down to see Darious’s long, strong tongue caressing the walls of her wet box. His tongue slid in and out of her, and she moved her hips to meet his strokes.
Darious looked up at Tammy and smirked. “Good morning,” he said before covering her clit with his mouth.
“Goo . . . ugg shit!” Tammy said as Darious sucked her clit and thumped it with his tongue. Instinctively, she tried to pull away from his mouth, but his strong arms held her still as he devoured her clit.
“Oh, baby. Oh, D . . .”
Darious slowly slid his hand up her stomach to her right breast. He held his tongue still for a moment, and gently pulled her long nipple with his index finger and thumb. He pulled her clit into his mouth and attacked it with his tongue. Tammy screamed and wrapped the sheets around her hands. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her juices dripped down Darious’s chin. Her screams vibrated through his body down to his dick, which twitched against the bed. He flipped her over and pulled her back to his lap. She was panting and still riding her orgasm when he slid his hard rod between her fat pussy lips. The sound of her breathing sent fire through him. This morning was not going to be gentle like last night; this morning, she was going to feel the power of his body.
“I’m about to tattoo my name inside that pussy. You’re mine, you understand?” Darious grabbed her arms and held them behind her back with his left hand. She looked back at him curiously, and he began to pound her pussy. Yeah, he was going to thug fuck that pussy so damn good that her pussy couldn’t even respond to another nigga’s dick.
* * *
Lamar walked into Ms. D’s hospital room and sat down in the green chair beside her bed. “Hey, Ms. D, I gotta go do some thangs. Falisha is on her way down here.”
“Y’all can go on. I don’t need nobody here with me.” Ms. D said, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Dr. Patrick had her take a few more tests, and a mammogram earlier. The mammogram told her what the doctor wasn’t saying. They had found a lump in one of her breasts, and she didn’t need any damn test to tell her that the monster that had plagued the women in her family had now caught up to her. Most of the women in her family were usually diagnosed before the age of fifty. She was five years beyond that point, and she knew that her number was now up.
“No, you don’t need to be alone. We are here for you,” Lamar said, taking her hand. There was a light knock at the door, and Dr. Patrick entered with a large folder and small laptop in his arms.
“Ms. Hudson, how is your head feeling?” Dr. Patrick asked as he sat down on the small black rolling stool.
“My head will be fine, Doctor. Please, just tell me what you got to say. I don’t like beating around the bush. Just say it.”
Dr. Patrick turned the television on and turned to channel four. He placed the laptop on the cart, and typed something on its screen. Images appeared on the television screen. Ms. D sighed as she stared at the dark mass on the X-ray.
“The tissue we took tested—”
“I don’t give a shit; and, no, I don’t want no damn chemo. Just give me my oxycodone for my head and my damn marijuana card, so I can smoke my weed in peace,” Ms. D said jokingly.
Dr. Patrick turned the television off, and turned to Ms. D. “Ms. Hudson, we have made so many advances in medicine. I would like to discuss your options.”
“What did I just say, Dr. Patrick? I ain’t doing shit!”
Lamar looked at Dr. Patrick. “Hey, can you give us a few minutes, Dr. Patrick?” Lamar said.
Dr. Patrick nodded, and grabbed his laptop. He looked at Ms. D one last time before walking out the door. Ms. D began mumbling and staring out the window.
“Ms. D, he is just trying to help. You acting like you giving up without a fight.”
“Boy, I’m fine. I don’t want to hear any of that bullshit he got to say. I’ve seen what this thing does to women, and I don’t want to go out like that. Just let nature take its course.”
Although Ms. D was trying to mask her fear, Lamar could see it in her eyes. She was the closest thing he had to a mother and, at the moment, it seemed the roles had reversed. He would have to be the one to tell her what was best for her, even if it meant he would have to knock some sense in her on the other side of her head.
* * *
Tammy turned on her phone, and it immediately began to vibrate and beep. The text messages buzzing across the screen were all from Falisha, saying something had happened. She dialed Falisha’s number, hoping that it was just some Falisha drama and nothing had happened to her kids.
“Damn, bitch, dat dick must be good,” Falisha said, answering the phone.
“You need to mind ya business,” Tammy joked. “What you want anyway?”
“You need to go pick ya kids up from Kim’s. Ms. D fell and split her head open last night, and she’s in the hospital,” Falisha said as she walked to her car.
“What?” Tammy said as she jumped up from the bed looking for her clothes. “Shit, she okay? Are the kids all right?” Tammy didn’t bother looking for her underwear. She slid the shirt and jeans on as Falisha explained to her what happened.
Darious awoke to Tammy searching for her shoes, and talking on the phone. “What’s wrong, baby?” Darious asked, getting up and grabbing his pants.
“I gotta go pick my kids up. The sitter in the hospital. She got hurt last night,” Tammy said, strapping on her shoes. Darious put on his white Duke T-shirt and grabbed his white Nike tennis shoes.
Tammy grabbed her purse and walked down the stairs to the door. Darious followed without asking any questions. He locked his door, and clicked the alarm on the car. Tammy opened the passenger side door and sat down. She nervously chewed on her nail as she waited for him to get in the car.
* * *
Falisha walked down the brightly lit hallway with trepidation; hospitals always made her anxious. As she made her way around the corner, she thought back to the last time she had been down the halls of a hospital. Memories of visiting Fox when he was shot flooded her mind for a minute. She found room 807 and knocked on the door.
“Hey, Ms. D, the party can start now. Or maybe you don’t wanna party anymore; you drinking some of that shine and hit ya head!” Falisha said, laughing.
Falisha walked over to Lamar and plopped down on his lap. She kissed his cheek and caressed his face. “Hey, baby,” she said, making sure her ass was on his crotch.
“Now, girl, why you down here? They ’bout to let me go. Just got a little cut on my head is all.” She cut her eyes at Lamar, warning him with her eyes to keep his mouth shut about the cancer situation. She didn’t want to hear the sympathy shit; all she wanted was for them to release her, so she could go home to her own bed.
“So what did the doctor say?” Falisha asked, concerned about Ms. D’s well-being.
“Oh, nothing. I fainted, then hit my head on the sink on my way to the ground. I’ll be outta here in a minute,” Ms. D answered.
“That’s good,” Falisha said, kissing Lamar on his cheek again.
“Look, I don’t want to see y’all making no babies in front of me. You better go to one of dem broom closets,” Ms. D said, laughing.
“That sounds like a good idea, Ms. D. Listen at you talking about getting freaky in the hospital!” Falisha said, rubbing Lamar’s chest. There was a knock at the door, and Dr. Patrick entered with a petite Asian nurse.
“Ms. Hudson, we got the rest of your tests back, and I need to keep you overnight. We want to watch that head wound,” Dr. Patrick said, looking at Ms. D and then Falisha. “Those types of injuries can be t
ricky, and require monitoring. Nurse Hong will give you something to help you sleep. You need to get some rest,” Dr. Patrick said with a smile.
Ms. D forced a smile, but she wanted to jump off the bed and slap the hell out of him. Staying overnight was not what she wanted to do. Lamar looked at her with pleading eyes for her to listen to the doctor. She inhaled and nodded. She knew that her situation was serious, and that she needed to at least try to listen to what the doctor had to say. She also needed to know what stage the cancer was in, so she could prepare herself for what was ahead of her.
* * *
“Are the kids okay?” Darious asked, looking over at Tammy as she put the phone down. She had just spoken to Kim, who assured her that her babies were good.
“Yeah, they’re fine. Kim got them right now,” she answered, looking out of the window with a sad look on her face.
Darious could see the stress in her eyes. “Come on, shawty. Don’t beat yaself up about that,” he said, trying to make her feel better.
Darious wasn’t a parent, so he really didn’t know how it felt not to be there for your children when they needed you. She knew that turning off her phone was irresponsible; that was something she couldn’t do as a mother with small children. She knew there wasn’t any way for her to predict Ms. D getting hurt, but she knew better than to cut off the only line of communication to her. Anything could go wrong without a moment’s notice, and it did last night.
She turned to Darious. “I was thinking, maybe you should—”
Tammy’s cell phone began to ring before she could finish her sentence. She looked down at her phone and saw that the number was blocked. Thinking that it was probably Falisha calling from the hospital, Tammy answered it.
“Hello,” she answered.
“You have a prepaid call. You will not be charged for this call. This call is from Chris.”
Tammy’s stomach gurgled and then tightened. She looked over at Darious; she knew that answering the phone would be an issue. She quickly hung up the phone. A few moments later, it rang again. She turned the ringer down, placed it in her purse, and stared out the window. Talking to Chris with Darious in the car would not be the ideal situation. Chris would grill her, and ask her about a million questions, and then after he had interrogated her, he would tell her he loved her. He would expect to hear her say it back, and that was not something she wanted to say in front of Darious. She knew not saying it to Chris would send him into a rage. Her brain fired, and she remembered she was supposed to take the kids to see him today.
“Shit,” Tammy said to herself, not noticing how loudly she had spoken.
“What? Is something else wrong?” Darious asked as he stopped at the intersection.
“Nothing, nothing, I just remembered something I needed to do today.”
* * *
Lisa and Naomi sat in her room folding up the new clothes Ralphy had bought her. As she listened to Naomi’s chatter, her mind kept going back to how good Ralphy looked and smelled. He had transformed himself back into the dope boy Lisa fell in love with years ago. The new truck, clothes, and swag made Lisa want him but, even more than that, she had one question she needed answered.
“Was that Daddy’s new girlfriend?” Lisa asked Naomi while they put the clothes away.
“Yup. Her name is Johanne,” Naomi answered.
“Does she live with Daddy, too?”
“Umm, sometimes. Sometimes she sleep in Daddy’s room,” Naomi answered, playfully holding up a dress to her body to show Lisa how she looked.
“Does she have any kids?” Lisa asked as she placed one of the shirts on a hanger.
Naomi shook her head. “No,” she said, then ran off to her dresser to put away some clothes. Naomi’s mind was on her beautiful clothes and new books her daddy had bought her. Lisa felt some shame in interrogating her child, but she had no other way to get the information she desired. If she had his cell phone number, she would ask him right out herself. Ralphy was looking damn good, and she wanted to know about the chick in the passenger seat. The only way she could get what she needed was to question her little one. Besides, she needed to know about who Ralphy had her child around, right?
Chapter 23
“Look, I gotta get ready to go to work,” Lamar said, standing up and stretching. He had returned to the hospital the night before after running some errands. Falisha was asleep in the recliner when he had come back, and he slept in the other chair. He was tired, but his pockets were hungry. Tonight was Sunday, and he knew there would be women packing the place. He would easily walk out with two and a half to three stacks. He was not about to miss that for nobody.
“Can we go somewhere tonight? I was thinking we can go to a hotel,” Falisha said, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“I don’t know. I’m tired as hell. After I get off, I’m trying to get some sleep,” he responded.
Falisha looked over at Ms. D then back over at Lamar. She was horny as hell, and had thought about fucking him all day. She pulled his head down to her, kissed him with her juicy mouth, and swiped her tongue across his bottom lip.
“You better stop playing,” Lamar warned as his hands gripped her ass.
Falisha giggled. “Come ’ere,” she said, pulling him into the bathroom.
Lamar followed her into the bathroom. Falisha wasted no time dropping to her knees and unbuckling Lamar’s pants, taking his dick out, and putting it into her mouth. Lamar moaned from the wetness, and as Falisha held on to his waist for support, she shoved as much of his meat into her mouth as she could. It was three quarters in and it had already hit the back of her throat. He held on to the back of her head to guide her. It felt so wet and so soft, that at this point, Lamar wanted some pussy.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her up to him, and before Falisha knew it, Lamar had spun her around, bent her over the sink, and slammed his stiff dick inside her. Falisha grabbed a towel from the rack and bit down on it. She looked at Lamar in the mirror, watching him caress her pussy with his thick dick. She could see the lust in his eyes as he looked back at her.
“Give it to me, daddy,” Falisha whined, poking her ass out and arching her back a little, so that Lamar had a clear shot at it.
Lamar grabbed her ass, spread her ass cheeks apart, and pushed the rest of his long, hard, thick black dick within her soft, wet box. Falisha bit down again on the towel.
* * *
Sinniyyah sat in her high chair playing with the cereal Tammy gave her to snack on while she finished cleaning the kitchen. Tammy felt a little better being home with the kids and knowing that they were safe. It was always a blessing to have friends like Kim and Falisha to be there when she needed them.
“Mommy!” Anthony yelled, running into the kitchen with her cell phone in his hand. “My daddy want you,” he said with a big smile on his face as he passed her the phone.
Tammy almost regretted showing Anthony how to accept his call. Tammy took a deep breath as she put the phone to her ear. Ever since Darious had dropped her off, he had occupied her mind. There was a time she looked forward to Chris’s call, but now she wanted the battery in the phone to die.
“Wassup,” Tammy said with a bit of attitude.
“What happened to my visit today?” Chris asked. He only had a couple of minutes left on the call. The phones would be turned off at nine-thirty, and it was nine twenty-seven. He knew that there was no time to start an argument with Tammy. He wouldn’t get any answers from her in that short period of time.
“Look, you know I work, and I slept in today. I will bring them next weekend or whenever I get the chance.”
“Whenever you get a chance?” Chris asked with an attitude. He bit down on his lower lip before he said something else. She was talking reckless, and if he had his way, he would have reached through the phone and punched her in the mouth. He felt his blood pressure rise, he breathing became labored, and he slammed the phone down. He stared at the wall, and swore it was turning red.
* * *
As Kim walked into Ms. D’s room, Falisha and Lamar exited the bathroom. Lamar was zipping his pants, and Falisha was smoothing her hair. Falisha smirked at Kim, who placed the flowers in the empty vase beside Ms. D’s bed. Seeing the two of them adjusting their clothes and hair, Kim knew that they had just had sex. Kim disguised her hurt and played it cool.
“Wassup, girl. How long have you been here?” Falisha asked, walking over to Ms. D’s bedside.
Falisha knew exactly what she was doing when she took Lamar into the bathroom. Kim had texted her that she was downstairs just before she pulled Lamar in the bathroom. She wanted Kim to walk in and catch them in the act, but for some damn reason it took her longer to get to the room. Falisha’s plan still worked, because Kim caught enough of it.
“I just walked through the door. How long has she been asleep?” Kim asked, sitting on the other side of Ms. D’s bed.
“Not long!” Ms. D said, cracking her eyes open and cutting them over at Lamar and Falisha. “Y’all two are a mess,” she said, shaking her head, letting them know that she heard them in the bathroom.
Kim glared at Falisha, who smiled deviously at her, while Lamar looked down and then at Ms. D before walking toward the door. He did not want to make eye contact with Kim, but before he could reach the door, Falisha jumped in front of him. She smiled and kissed him. Lamar didn’t pull away, and returned her kiss before exiting the room. Falisha smiled to herself as she watched the door close.
She turned around and smirked at Kim. “What?” Falisha said, shrugging as she walked back over to her seat.
“Sit yo’ crazy ass down, girl,” Ms. D said. “And you better have cleaned up in there.”
“Yes, ma’am, I did. I made sure nothing went to waste,” Falisha responded.
Kim shook her head. “That is all you got to offer? It gets old after a while,” Kim said, putting away her compact.
“Maybe in the world you live in,” Falisha shot back. “Instead of hating on me, you should be trying to get ya weight up. You’ll never keep a man at the rate you’re going,” she said, rolling her eyes at Kim.
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