A Scandalous Philly Love Story (Part 1)

by Charisee Irons

  “Well, I know you have been experiencing some heartaches and personal issues. I hope you didn’t mind that Dawn talked to me about what happened. She was just a little worried about you.”

  “No, I don’t mind. I’ve grown to appreciate your opinion and advice. It has been over sixteen years since my mother passed. Any motherly advice you could give, I’d appreciate it.”

  “Well, thank you, baby. I just wanted to say that when you hold in so much anger, it doesn’t hurt anyone but you. What Marcy and Eric did was wrong and unforgiveable, but you need to let it go. You met a very handsome, attentive, loving and caring man. I’ve watched the way he looks at you, and he genuinuely cares about you. What they don’t know is that karma is very real. Let guilt eat at them, God has something in store for them. You just concentrate on your business and Jonathan. He was sent to you by God. Don’t let anger and revenge take your focus off of him. Just be happy.” I just sat there, crying and listening to Ms. Julia as she talked. She just confirmed what I had been feeling for Jonathan. I hugged her because I truly thought that would have been the same advice my mom would have given me.

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  When I got back to my office, I contacted Jas to make my appointment for this evening. I was glad she was able to squeeze me in on such a short notice. We were done by 2:30pm, which gave me enough time to make it over West Philly for my appointment. While driving, I got a call from Dawn. It had been a week since we last spoke, which was kind of unusual. I apologized for not keeping in contact with her. I didn’t want to blame it on work or being too busy to call. I was feeling some kind of way because she went up to see Marcy, but that was the kind of person she was. She was always the one who kept the peace amongst our circle. There were plenty of times she talked me down from many things, but thinking back to Ms. Julia said, I could see where Dawn got her loving and caring spirit from. We made a date to catch up tomorrow for lunch at Mad Mex. Driving into the city, the traffic wasn’t as bad as I thought, I was able to make it to the salon and only have one other person in front of me. I had been coming to Jas for some time now. I always left the salon feeling and looking like a million bucks. Jas had mad skills with her hands. She was to hair what Mozart was to music.

  The only problem with coming over to West Philly was the fact that the drug dealers and the crackheads plagued 60th Street. These people were off of the chain; they had no respect for other people’s property. I came out once to see that my driver’s side window had been broken. I thanked God there wasn’t anything of value in there at that time. It took the damn cops forever to come in order to make a report. They either were too scared to enter the neighborhood, or they were on the take. However you saw it, putting up new apartments and new businesses in the area was a bad idea; it still didn’t make the neighborhood any better.

  On my way home, I stopped at the Wine and Spirit store to pick up a bottle of wine for this evening. While standing in this long, crazy line, I received a text from Jonathan, hoping we were still on for tonight. I told him I couldn’t wait to be in his arms and sent him a kiss emoji. I was really grateful that God had placed him in my life. I was glad to be headed home to spend some time with someone who was worthy of my time.

  Chapter 17

  Eric

  The last time I saw Dre, he was acting strange and he didn’t look like himself. He said it was the stress from his job. He was also taking some time off and would be gone for almost a week or two. I had to admit; I wasn’t feeling this new person he had become. I was feigning to be up in his ass, but thought, Damn, am I having a gay moment? I hadn’t been with a woman since that night I fucked Marcy in her driveway. It felt as if I were going through withdraw. I started throwing around little hints, but Dre’s mind seemed to be elsewhere. Once we completed our lunch date, I whispered, “Do you think we can meet up at my house later?” At first, he didn’t seem too enthused, until he looked over my shoulder and placed his hand over the top of mine and smiled.

  “Dre, are you okay?”

  “I couldn’t be any better,” I heard an old familiar voice from behind me. It sounded like Cyn. As she got closer, I hurried up and snatched my hand out from under Dre’s. I turned to greet her, figuring there should be no hard feelings amongst us. As she got closer, Cyn walked up and slapped the shit out of me; we were in public, so I refrained myself from fucking her up, but I caught her hand before she could go in for another slap.

  “Bitch! What the fuck is your problem?”

  “You are, you sorry, sick ass bastard! So, now you’re flaunting your little gay lover in public? Eric, how could you do this?” I looked at her with a confused expression on my face, what gave her the impression we were lovers. Dre just sat there with this little smirk on his face, and Dawn tried to contain Cyn from coming at me again. I stepped closer to them and said, “Before you accuse me something, bitch, you better have proof of what you’re talking about.”

  “Oh, trust me, I have all the proof I need!” By the time she could finish ranting about her proof, the manager of the Pub came out.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Yes, we’re okay. We were just leaving,” said Dawn, as she lead Cyn out. She yelled over Dawn’s shoulder, “You better ask that bitch, Marcy, what happened to her!” As she left the restaurant, I turned and yelled, “Okay, people! The fucking show is over!” I grabbed my keys, heading towards the front door and leaving Dre still sitting there and stuck with the bill. I was heated; I felt as if I were losing control of this whole situation. I was determined to find out exactly what proof Cyn had. By the time I got outside, there was no one in sight. Damn it! I tried calling Cyn’s phone, but she changed her number. I had to get to the bottom of this, and quick. I decided to take a ride over to her spot.

  When I got there, there was a “For Sale” sign on the lawn. I started banging my fist on the steering wheel until I felt this sharp pain in my right hand. “Ouch!” I just knew I broke something. I ended up pulling off with no location in mind, I had to find out what kind of proof she was talking about. I could hear my phone going off in my jacket pocket, and I reached for it to see that it was Dre calling me. I wasn’t in the mood to hear his bitching and shining ass, so I just let go to voicemail. He was being very persistent by calling back again and again. He was starting to piss me off. I answered the phone with attitude.

  “What the hell do you want? My not answering your twenty something calls wasn’t a hint?”

  “Look, Eric, we need to talk before I leave,” he said, while coughing into the phone.

  “You had all of the time in the world to talk while we sitting at the damn restaurant.”

  “That wasn’t private enough for what I needed to say to you.”

  “Right now, I’m dealing with some other issues. That will have to wait. Just give me a call when you get back in town.”

  “But Eric, this is important!” I hung up before he could get another word out. Everything about him was always important. I turned my phone on silent and kept driving until I ended up at Marcy’s place.

  At first, I just sat there. I wasn’t sure if she wanted to see me after our last encounter. I got up and walked up the pathway and knocked on her door. I stood there, knocking for five minutes and got no answer. It was evident that she was home, though, because her car was sitting right there in the driveway. I just knew she was ignoring me, but then her neighbor came out.

  “Marcy isn’t here. She had been in some type of altercation and had been rushed to the hospital.” From what I could get out of her nosy neighbor, she had been attacked by some woman almost two weeks ago. My mind started racing, and Cyn popped up into my head. I was getting agitated by the minute because I had no real information. I thanked the lady and began to walk back to my car.

  “Oh, yeah, you may want to give her a call. I heard she was released from the hospital a couple of days ago.” I thanked her again and pulled off. The pain in my hand was starting to become unbearable. I pulled into the lot of a gas station to
get something temporary to take. I refused to let this pain get in my way. I was on a mission, and I wasn’t stopping until I got some answers. I bought a bottle of Aleeve and popped four pills, with hopes that it killed the throbbing feeling I was experiencing. I decided to make that call to Marcy, praying that she would answer my calls and that she didn’t change her number. The phone rang three times before going to voicemail. Well, at least I knew she had the same number. I sent her a quick text message, asking her get in contact with me soon. About five minutes later, a message came back. Go fuck yourself! I sat there, looking at the message because little did she know, I wasn’t in the mood for her bullshit, either. I texted her back that this wasn’t the time for her to be in her feelings. She texted back. Go to hell, bitch! I was becoming enraged because this bitch thought I was in the mood for her shenanigans. I had to think, and fast. I thought maybe I could try Dawn; she always seemed to be the level-headed one out of the group. I was glad I saw her car was sitting outside of her house. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. I could hear her shuffling to the door, and I knew she was peeping through the peephole.

  “Hey, Dawn. It’s me, Eric. May I please speak with you? When she opened the door, she had a look of hatred in her eyes.

  “Sorry, I showed up unexpected, but I figured you were my only resort.”

  “Well, Eric, I don’t see how you thought I would give you any information.”

  “Dawn, listen, I tried contacting Cyn, and of course, you know she changed her number, plus she moved. She made some pretty strong accusations against me, and I need to get in contact with her. Can you relay a messages to her for me? Let her know I’m looking to hear from her. Tell her my number is still the same.” I thanked her and walked away. I turned around, “By the way, tell her I didn’t forget the fact she slapped me, either.”

  Chapter 18

  Dawn

  Eric had the audacity to show up at my damn house, looking for my help. If he had any sense, he wouldn’t be searching for Cyn. She went completely ham on his ass, but I peeped his little friend, sitting up there all smug. He didn’t even flinch during the commotion between Eric and Cyn. Compared to those pictures that Cyn received and from what I saw of his appearance at the café, he looked a little frail. I texted to warn Cyn that Eric was looking for her, and her response was, Good let him bring that ass my way. I didn’t stay on the phone long with Cyn, but I made sure she knew to be safe.

  I was busy preparing dinner for my hubby, since he was returning from his business trip. I knew he wanted a homecooked meal. This time he went to NYC, scouting some new players who needed representation. I was upset that I couldn’t make this trip. You never knew who you would meet in his line of work. He traveled all over, scouting new basketball players. I remember meeting Carmelo Anthony and his wife, LaLa. Meeting Carmelo was a dream of mine because I was a true fan. I also had the pleasure of meeting the great Dr. Julius Erving with his fine ass, plus Shannon Brown and his wife, Monica, last year when he was traded to the Miami Heat. I really enjoyed meeting Monica because she was one of my favorite singers. I was so proud of my husband and all of his accomplishments. As a reward, I planned a little romantic welcome home dinner for him. I made a lasagna, salad, and french bread. I couldn’t wait for him to walk through that door because a sister was horny. This pregnancy had me all over the place. One minute I was crying or laughing, the next I wanted be held or did not touched, and I was eating everything in sight. My last doctor’s visit, I learned that I had gained ten pounds, and we’re only at October. This was crazy.

  My hubby sent me a text, saying that his plane had just landed. Just reading his text made me cream in my panties. I couldn’t wait for him to walk through that door. Dinner might have to wait. I had an emergency going on here. I couldn’t even gap my legs wide enough to fit my damn vibrator up in there. This shit was ridiculous. I hurried upstairs to shower and get all fresh and clean for my boo when he got home. The food was still warm, the wine was chilling, the music was in rotation, and all I needed to do was light the candles. Walking pass the mirror, I couldn’t believe how big I was getting. Everyone was always saying how beautiful I looked, but hell, I couldn’t see it as I stood in the mirror, examining my features. I felt the tears coming on, but I refused to let these damn pregnancy hormones get in the way of my dick time. Coming down the steps, I could hear Ant entering the house. I was so happy, I almost broke my neck, trying to get to him. He dropped his bags to greet me, but instead of kissing me, he started rubbing my stomach.

  “Daddy’s home!” I stood there with my hands on my hips like, Really, Ant?

  “Aww, come here, baby, you know I miss you, too. You’re all I thought about. Come give daddy some suga.” He started palming my ass and kissing all over my neck and face. “Damn, woman! Look what you done!” he teased, as he grabbed his rock hard penis.” He tried to scoop me up and carry me over to the couch.

  “Ant, you better not drop me!” was all I could say.

  Once he laid me on the couch, he stood over me, taking in my body. “You know, babe, you are so beautiful to me. I’m so blessed to have you in my life. You make me happy and you complete me.” He bent down to kiss me as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled him in more and took hold of his bottom lip as I sucked on it. The kiss we shared was so intense and passionate that it sent a tingling sensation right up my coochie. With every kiss and touch he gave me, I felt as if I were in ecstasy. He started licking and nibbling on my earlobes, which drove me crazier.

  “Baby, just relax and let me please you,” he told me. I laid back as he had his way with me. I felt as if I had gone to the moon, the stars, and back. As he made his way down to my honey pot, I melted away. I was so wet and horny that I screamed out, “Ant, please, baby! Let me just feel you.” He lifted my legs up, placing them on his shoulders, as he gently guided his way into my pot of honey.

  First, he rubbed the head around slowly as he looked into my eyes. I was able to see all of the love and passion he had for me. Ant was my everything, and I knew I was his. He slowly pushed his way through my sugar walls, going in and out as he delivered deep long strokes. “How does that feel?” he asked.

  “Like heaven,” I answered back. I could feel the tears escaping down my face as he made love to me.

  “Are you sure I’m not hurting you?”

  “Baby, this I’m sure of” He was touching places in me that had my body screaming and craving every stroke. I never felt so loved and wanted. Every since high school, I knew that what we felt was the kind of thing that lasted forever. I screamed out his name as I exploded, riding the waves of love. He kissed away my tears and whispered, “I love you, Dawn.” When we were done, I felt so energetic as if I could float from the couch to the kitchen.

  After our love making, we got washed up and sat down for dinner. Usher was playing in the background while the candles flickered.

  “How was your trip?” I asked. He informed me that there were three new players who he had his eye on. There was talk in getting them signed with the Sixers, the Celtics, and the Bucks. I looked over and caught a glimpse of my husband and couldn’t help but think, Damn, this man is the epitome of just pure sexiness!, and his swag just made my kitty wet. The mood was just euphoric, and I was looking to spend the rest of the night in my husband’s arms.

  “Babe, dinner was delicious. Maybe I should go away a little more often if I’m going to come home to sex and a delicious meal like this.”

  “I wanted to show you how much you were missed and needed.”

  “Well, take your little sexy ass in the living room and pick out a movie. I’m going to put the food away and clean up the kitchen.” It wasn’t long before sleep took over my body. I didn’t even hear Ant come into the living room. I could feel him scoop me up, attempting to carry my fat ass up the steps. He placed me in the bed and took off my slippers and kissed me on the forehead.

  That night I slept like a baby and was happy to have my man home.

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sp; Chapter 19

  Marcy

  I couldn’t believe this bastard had the nerve to call my phone, let alone text me. Did he forget what his ass did? There was no remorse, no empathy, or anything. He left a message on my phone about Cyn approaching him the restaurant. Like I gave a fuck about that! However, I knew that just like Eric, I wanted answering, and quick. All I could remember was her shouting, “How could you do this behind my back?” So, I knew there was no denying the accusations. She claimed there were pictures. I didn’t recall pictures being taken. Someone had some serious explaining to do; somebody was going to pay dearly for fucking me over. Eric was going down, and I was going to enjoy taking that ass on a trip to hell and back. See, what he didn’t know was I had cameras installed some months ago. There was someone stalking me, so I had them placed outside of my home, with the hopes of catching the pervert. The day he raped me was all caught on camera, and his ass was going to regret it. I locked the tape away in my safe until the time came to collect. I couldn’t wait to bring him to his knees and for his world to crumble right before his eyes. He picked the wrong woman to fuck over. I wanted to be the one to wipe that smug look right off of his face.

  I was still recuperating at my parents home, and I enjoyed the time with my babies, but I had to get myself together because my mother was starting to work my nerves. She started with her questions again, and at times, my father would tell her to let me breathe. She would pick an argument with him, or at least try, anyway. He would just walk away, leaving her standing there steaming hot. My mom was worse than the police. She was determined to get answers, and I was more determined to get away from her. While relaxing in the tub, I felt that it was finally time for me to get back to my life. Being here with my babies, and waking up to their smiling faces, made me realize it was time to put some of my plans into motion.