by Brandie
“So, Brandie,” he said as he took a seat next to Kenya. “How you been doing?”
“Pretty good. Enjoying my new life,” I answered feeling uncomfortable talking to Taeko. Chinoe had told me about the sixteen-year-old girl.
“Girl me too. Being with a star is the shit!” Kenya didn’t notice the frustration on Taeko’s face.
“Man, what’s up Taeko?” Chinoe asked with an attitude.
“Doing what we planned.”
“Naw, this shit wasn’t planned,” he said, nodding his head toward Kenya.
“Joi and Taeko is what was planned,” Luvly added, folding her arms.
“Shidd, I didn’t even know if it was gone be you or Salone?”
“Why you inconsiderate muthafucka. I can’t believe yo’ slimy ass.” Luvly threw her glass of wine into Taeko’s face, some splashing onto Kenya’s cheap dress.
Money came up just before Luvly was about to snap, “What’s going on?”
“Luvly just acting her usual self.” Taeko said, wiping the wine from his eyes.
“Ummmm, and who are you?” Kenya brushed up against Money.
“Ho, if you don’t get yo’ muthafuckin’ ass off my man—” Money swung Luvly around to the back of him. “Unuh, unuh. Let me fuck his sorry ass up, Money. And that raggedy home-wrecker—” Money covered her mouth.
“Man, you need to leave. All this drama is not what I had in mind.” Chinoe said with authority.
Taeko left mad with Kenya on his heels. “Nice meeting ya’ll.”
“I can’t believe he brought that tramp here.”
“Luvly you didn’t have to throw that in his face,” Chinoe said with a slight smile on his face.
“What’eva. I’m tired of his shit.”
Chinoe kissed me on the cheek. “You all right?”
“Yes baby.”
“Well, let’s get this thang started.”
Chinoe started the motor and, Toni Tony Tone’s “Anniversary” came on, while Money brought the lobster tails, shrimp, oysters, Spanish rice and jumbo fish platter to the middle of the pillows.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Chocolate
Ilay behind Brandie, holding her with relaxation, happiness and promise of a beautiful life, running through my veins.
After we dropped Money and Luvly off at the dock, I wanted some time to myself with her on the water. So I turned the motor off and let us float into a secluded area.
“Are you happy sexy?”
“Yes, yes. I’ve never imagined being this happy.” She held up her wrist flashing the ten-carat diamond bracelet. “Damn, Chinoe, this is so gorgeous.”
“So you like it best?”
“Noo. What really got me is the gold key you gave me to your place, heart and our life together.” She looked nervous. “I didn’t expect all of that. Are you sure you are ready for that or want that.”
“Hell, yeah!”
Carl Thomas’s “Hey Now” started to play. There were no more words to say, I wanted to make love to her, give my all to her.
I kissed her shoulder as I slid her arms out of her straps. I placed small kisses on the spine of her back until the dress laid on her hips. The intensity in our embrace was stronger than I ever thought was possible.
She stood up and let the dress fall to her feet. No panties! I kissed her polished toes that I had the pleasure of painting. Rising onto my knees, I kissed her entire leg until I got to her thighs. I got a mouth full into my lips and sucked on them both equally. She let out a sweet moan that let me know she loved it.
As I continued to suck her thighs, I gently parted them and ran my fingers slowly between them, parting her wet pussy lips. I slowly pushed one finger in and out of her making sure she was ready to receive me. “Yessss, sissss,” she said sweetly.
Spreading her lips with my thumb, I pressed my entire mouth into her, sucking up all her juices. She slightly bent her knees from the overwhelming feeling. Grabbing her cheeks with my hands, pressing her harder onto my mouth.
Her whole body was shaking. “Ooh, shit . . . I can’t take this.”
I continued to dig my tongue deeper into her, shaking my head slowly at first, then picking up a little speed, making her drop to her knees. “You are so good to me, Chinoe.”
“It gets better sexy.”
She layed back with me on top of her. My lips still hungry for any part of her body. Her hard nipples were calling me to toss them between my full wet lips. My tongue took control, wanting to taste everything in sight, starting from the bottom of her navel. Holding her revolving hips tight in my hands, in one full motion, I layed a flat wet tongue at the bottom of her navel, up her stomach, to both of her breast smothering them with my mouth, up to her neck, sucking hard as I could without hurting her.
“Mmmm . . . yeah . . . sisssss. That hurts, boy,” she said in a sexy voice.
“You shouldn’t taste so damn good. Wit’ cho sexy ass. Turn over.”
As she turned over and rose up on her knees, I unbuckled my pants and proceed to enter heaven.
She was so warm, waterfall wet, but tight as a glove. I didn’t want to hurt her, so I took it real slow until I was all the way in, “Damn, yo’ pussy good.”
“You . . . feel so good.” She barely got the words out.
Just as I was getting into it, slapping her ass, making it bounce as she threw it back, a light shined in our face.
“Oh, my God, dude. We are so sorry dude.”
We were caught like two deer in front of headlights. A boat with its motor not running floated over toward us, leaving us exposed in front of two white couples. Brandie didn’t move, but turned her head away from the lights.
I waved my hand, letting them know it was okay. As they left we hear them say, “Oh, my God, did you see how big his dick was?”
“Did you see her ass? Damn, baby got back. She can back that ass up any time!” The white couples discussed us as they floated away from us, their voices echoing on the water.
“Hahaha.” We both laughed as Brandie fell to her stomach and I fell on top of her.
“I’m truly loving you, Chinoe.”
I kissed the back of her head, “I love you, too.”
Chapter Sixty
Brandie
“So what are we going to do for Thanksgiving?”
“Love on you all day and all night.”
“Chinoe, for real baby.”
“I wanna see yo’ mama. Umm mm, she sho’ is fine.”
“You kill me looking at my mom. So you want her now?” I asked, playing. “Since I’m only a dime, you must want a quarter on your arm.”
He looked at me with lust in his eyes. “You shouldn’t have on this little white tee-shirt and no panties. It can drive a man insane.” He walked up on me and rubbed my thighs.
“Chinoe, don’t you want to eat, sleep, go anywhere, do anything besides screw all day?”
“Yeah.
“What?”
“Eat your sugar lips, suck on some sweet titties, and lick you from head to toe. See that’s not actually screwing.”
He was driving me crazy! Everyday, all day, he wanted to be stuck up under me. I was losing my freakin’ mind. It felt like Chinoe had a noose around my neck.
Ring . . . Ring. “I got it.” I jumped up from his clutches.
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
“Hel-lo.”
“Is Chinoe there?”
“Yes, he is. Hold on. Chinoe, telephone.”
The voice didn’t sound familiar. But the way she kept saying hello made me think I shouldn’t have been answering his phone.
“I got it.”
Holding the phone in my hand, I debated whether I should hang up, or listen. My ears won. Clicking the phone to make it sound like I hung up, but I held the button and let it go slow.
Damn, I had missed the beginning of the conversation!
“It’s not your place to be questioning me. You told me what I needed to know.”
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br /> “Well, it must be serious. You’ve been dodging my phone calls. What’s going on? Is that the new piece of pussy in your life answering the phone?”
I wondered who this woman was, demanding to know what was going on with my man, and asking about who I was?
“Look, go on wit’ cho life, Chaise. I thought we had an understanding. We were never a couple anyway.”
There was a pause. I started to butt in, but he had a life before me, so I was going to see if he knew how to handle his business.
Beep.
“Look. My phone is beeping so—”
“Whatever, Chinoe. Dog me out, I should have known—”
He tried to click her off but I was holding the phone.
“. . . ass was gone fuck over me! You told her about—”
I quickly and quietly hung up the phone. I wanted to know about this Chaise person. Sounded like there were fresh feelings on her part. Which could cause a lot of trouble.
A few minutes later Chinoe walked down stairs.
“Babe, I got to go to Tahoe to do a shoot. Do you want to come?”
“No. Was that one of your agents on the phone?’
He kept looking through the refrigerator as if I hadn’t asked him a question.
“Chinoe.”
“Huh?”
“Who was that woman?”
“She used to assist the photographer. I’m going to pack. I need you to drop me off at the airport.” He kissed me and ran up the stairs.
“Ummhm.” I got something for his lying ass. I don’t know why I thought he could be faithful. He knew I wouldn’t go to Tahoe with him because of my class schedule.
Fuck this shit! I had his number. Cartel had been hounding my ass too. It was on now.
* * *
Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring.
“Hello.”
“May I speak with Cartel?”
“Speaking.”
“Hi, Cartel. How are you?”
“Fine, I know this is not Miss Delite?”
“Miss Delite is right. But I prefer Brandie.”
He gave me one of those deep sexy laughs, “I been waiting to hear from you. You don’t ever stay at home.”
“Oh, I’ve been there, but I stay at my second home, the mall.”
“A beautiful woman such as yourself should be spoiled.”
I liked the sound of that. He was already talking my language.
“So, Miss Brandie, when can I see you again?”
“Well, I’m on my way to Cumberland Mall, maybe we can do lunch,” I responded hoping he would take the hint.
“Sure. I’ll be ready in about an hour and a half. See you in the food court.”
“Naw, see me in Nine West.”
* * *
I was riddled with guilt as I went into the mall, but Chinoe was doing it, so why couldn’t I?
Walking towards the Nine West shoe store, I felt all the power I used to possess over my life seep back into my body. Cartel wasn’t there yet, so I walked on in and started browsing for my invited shopping spree.
About ten minutes later I felt a pair of big strong hands on my waist, “Hey, Miss Delite—I’m sorry, Miss Brandie. See something you like?” I paused for a few seconds before turning around.
“Now I do.” Parting my full lips to show all thirty twos.
After he practically bought me the mall he called the limo driver to pick up all of my bags.
“You might as well have bought me the whole mall.”
“If that’s what you want. Hungry?”
“Starving.” I missed the cat and mouse chases. It was so exciting to be chased. It seemed like me and Chinoe skipped that part and went right to the relationship, straight to a marriage.
Cartel and I decided on MICKS.
“So, Brandie, I’m hearing around town and seeing it for that matter, that Chocolate has you wrapped around his finger. Is that why you’ve been so distant and hard to find?”
I wanted to lie and tell him that it was just a misunderstanding, which was partly true. “I have been seeing him, but there are no fingers wrapped.” I held my hands up to show him. “I’m single. You know how the media hypes situations up. You of all people should know that.”
“So that big rock on your finger means what, friendship?”
Damn I forgot about that! “Just a present.”
“Umm hmmm. So when can I see your lovely face again?”
“Tonight, tomorrow, next week, you pick the day and place and I’ll be there.”
“What about tomorrow? I’ll have everything planned out. And bring an overnight bag.”
Damn. I didn’t think he would mean so soon. “Deal.” I smiled to let him know that all was good.
* * *
When we got to my truck he kissed me before I had time to turn away. “That’s what I’ve been missing? Don’t keep it away from me anymore, okay?”
I usually didn’t like to be kissed on the lips. Chinoe was the only man that I enjoyed kissing. But Cartel’s lips felt just as good and just as comfortable.
I felt so guilty, but at the same time, I was loving it.
Chapter Sixty-One
Chocolate
Damn, I didn’t want to deal with Chaise. I knew I just kicked her to the curb, but I didn’t make her any promises. So why did I feel so guilty?
After the long ride I just wanted to get in my room, take a hot bath and sleep.
When I reached my room, I headed straight for the Jacuzzi, putting Frankie Beverly and Maze in the CD player. I missed my babe already. I knew I’d been smothering her, but damn, I’d waited for her all my life. I hoped this time away would give her back the freedom that she loved so much.
Sitting in the Jacuzzi, thoughts of our wedding day ran through my head. Money would be standing next to me as my best man with Taeko on my other side. Sap and Trinket would be the flower girls and Trey my ring bearer.
Brandie would be beautiful in a princess dress.
I could see my mother and father now with the biggest smiles on their faces, happy to see me happy.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Damn. I wonder who the fuck this can be. I didn’t order anything.”
I jumped out of the Jacuzzi heading toward the door until I realized I didn’t have on anything. “Hold on. Let me get my robe.”
Before I could turn from the door, it opened. “Hold on, wait a minute.”
“No need to wait. I’ve seen it all before.”
“Damn, how you get the key to my room?”
“Our room.”
“No my room.”
“When I booked this room, I booked it for us. I am still your photographer.”
“I almost forgot.” I said in a sarcastic manner. “I need to see about getting that changed.”
“I’m the best and you know it.”
“I’m going to call down stairs and see if they got another room.”
“They’re booked.” She smiled. “Check if you’d like.” She held the phone up to me.
I grabbed my robe and layed across the bed, “I’ll take the sofa so you can have the bed.”
“Why can’t we share it?” She walked up to my head with her pussy in my face.
“Because I’m with someone.”
“You’re always with someone. And I’m always left being the fuck-partner.”
The room seemed like it was spinning. The bitch was dick whipped.
“So what is she like? Is she yellow?”
“No, hell naw. Why bother asking those types of questions?”
“I just want to know what took your concentration off me.”
“She’s from a long time ago. Somebody I should have been with. And I promised myself that if I had the chance to meet her I would never let her go.”
“So you didn’t know her, you just seen her somewhere and chased a fantasy?” She hit her forehead with the palm of her hand. “You need some serious help Chocolate. Chasing women is going to be the death of you.”
“Chasing me Chaise is going to be the death of you.”
Smack. She slapped the shit out of me.
My reaction took over before I could stop it. I knocked her to the floor slapping blood out of her mouth. “Here let me.” I extended the same hand I’d just slapped her with, to help her off the floor.
“You’ve done enough,” she said angrily, slapping my hand away.
“I’m sorry, it happened so fast. Let me help you up.”
As I grabbed her arms she snatched away from me, “Muthafucka get your hands off of me!” She got off the floor and snatched up her stuff. Pointing her finger at me, “You sick bastard, that bitch ain’t gone love you the way you love her.” She laughed wickedly, “That bitch probably already fucking somebody else, just like Haven.”
I jumped at her like I was going to hit her again and she ran out the door. I kicked at the air, “Son-of-a-bitch!” How dare she say something like that about my baby? Brandie was the real deal.
Chapter Sixty-Two
Brandie
Limo lights pulled into my circular driveway. Why didn’t he drive? Maybe he wanted his hands free to roam around. I killed myself sometimes.
I ran to the bathroom to check myself out one last time before Cartel had a chance to feast his eyes on this delightful package.
My hair laid in a side ponytail. My ribbed long halter dress matched my olive green strappy Via Spiegel shoes that he so graciously bought me. I puckered my lips once more before I heard the doorbell ring. One more time Cartel, I don’t run for the first bell.
Ding, Dong.
“Coming.” I winked at myself and prepared to spit game until he’s woozy in the head and weak in the heart.
“Damn, you look bad as a devil. And smell like an angel.” We embraced.
“How do you know what an angel smells like?”
“I’ve smelled you inside and out at the club.”
I didn’t know whether to take that as a compliment or sarcasm.
“Where are we off to?”
“All I asked you to do was look sweet and let me handle the rest. So lay back and relax, it’ll be about an hour and a half.” I layed back in his arms and eventually fell asleep.