by Nicety
*****
Two weeks later, the couple was still going on with their masquerade despite the fact that 24 hours after the party Derek moved in with Brittany. They would meet up in undisclosed places of the city, never leaving a trail as to where they were or what they were doing. It seemed fun to them. Charity had her man and it was just like he was hers. Derek never really acted nervous in public with her. It was almost as if he wanted to be caught to end all of the secrets and lies. Everything they did was always paid in cash so they didn’t leave a trail of evidence. Even the $500 1/2 carat diamond sterling silver bracelet with matching 1/5 carat earrings that Derek bought Charity was paid in cold hard cash.
“Babe she’s gonna find out if you keep staying here all night.” Charity toyed with his freshly lined goatee twiddling the hair between her fingers.
Derek completely blew off her comment. When he was with Charity he didn’t want to think about Brittany. It made him feel as though she was trying to get rid of him, too. He wasn't about to have her fucking other niggas just cause he got a chick at home.
“I believe that’s my cue. Is that sweetness throbbing for me again? Let me see…”
The couple had just come from the Club Push and was filled with a gang of Pitron shots, the perfect formula to raise their body heat. Giggling like a schoolgirl, Charity allowed Derek to slip his face in between her goodness. She moaned excessively rubbing his head gently encouraging him for more. There wasn’t a care in the world between the two as Derek prepped Charity for a night of wild hardcore love making just the way she liked it.
What the loving couple didn’t realize is that Brittany was beginning to feel neglected. Charity hated it when he would go home to her so he began to spend more nights at Charity’s house then at his own to please her. His boys would always cover for him saying that he was too drunk to manage driving home but that excuse was wearing thin with Brittany. She was tired of sitting at home alone and Charity was always too busy for her, it seemed, when she would call her to hang out.
This Friday night Brittany decided it was time to stop sitting at home alone. She thought she would go for a drink at the Club Push. She dressed in all black Prada, from the bag right down to the shoes then curled huge curls in her long locks and caught a cab to the spot. She figured she could be her own best friend tonight. When she got to the club it was seriously packed. She scavenged for a seat at the bar then ordered as many Gin and Tonics as her little frame could handle. Sipping on her 6th drink, she grew weary of the whole club scene. She paid her tab with a more than generous tip then headed towards the exit to call a cab. Brittany’s vision was a little slurred from the buzz she had but she could have sworn she spotted Charity and Derek walking out of the club kissing. The two people walked off. Brittany was so startled by the scene that she started racing towards the exit to catch them. She pushed the door open with all of her might drunkenly looking left to right for their asses. They were gone.
“Son of a Bitch!!!"
She screamed in disgust at herself that she was so fucked up. Her equilibrium was way off as she stumbled here and there squinting her eyes to see if they were still in her sight. She thought that if this fool was cheating on her, she wouldn’t know what she would do but whatever it was it would be nothing shy of torture, pain, and anguish for his ass. Brittany began stumping her feet, pulling her hair, and throwing a temper tantrum despite how many people were watching her wondering if she was crazy or not.
Brittany took out her cell phone to call Derek. As the phone rang she could hear a clear closer ringing where she was standing. Pretty much drunk, she walked to find the ringing. The phone then went to the voicemail, so she hung up and hit the redial. As she neared the ringing her heart became fluttered with fear. Her fear soon turned into pain, then pain into anger. Right around this corner was the sound becoming louder and more distinct. Brittany turned the corner, eyes widened.
“Muthafucka!”
Brittany turned the corner and looked down to realize that his phone was on the ground right in front of her. She threw her phone in her purse then reached down to pick it up. She didn’t know if Derek had lost it or if it was stolen all she knew for sure was that whoever had it last was at this club. Her eyes burst into tears as she thought about how badly she missed him and so desperately wanted him to hold her. Distraught by pain and anguish, she scrambled to dial the number to the cab to head home for the night.
*****
The next morning Derek comes strolling in the house with a smile on his face feeling euphoric and carefree. SLAP! He’s greeted by a teary eyed Brittany whose mascara ran all down her face looking like she had been up crying all night. Her hair was ruffled as if she been in a fight and she was only wearing a t-shirt that came just below her booty cheeks.
“Where the hell have you been? Why the fuck are you doing this to me? To us?” Brittany yelled, continuously slapping Derek in his face.
“Baby…. baby, I’m not doing anything to us. I’ve just been working late that’s all babe I promise. You know I have these big cases coming up at the firm and I gotta stay on top of my game if I wanna make partner.”
Derek did work late nights at his law firm Goldman & Stein, but he not as late as he was leading her to believe. Brittany was no fool either. She believed he was only telling the partial truth and was tired of being lied to so close to their wedding day. She cried even harder.
“Is this what I’m going to have to deal with once we’re married? Sleepless nights alone and drinking in the middle of the night? Why do I have to wonder where my husband is and who he’s doing it with?”
She looked up at him just staring down at her then remembered what she had found last night. She walked towards the living room table to retrieve his cell phone then returned to him enraged.
“Why was your phone downtown behind the Club Push last night? Huh? Why the fuck was it behind THE CLUB PUSH??”
Brittany slammed the phone down on the floor so hard that it shattered into a few dozen pieces. Derek watched wide-eyed as he realized he was so drunk last night that he could even remember losing it. The whole time he thought he had left it at Charity’s house.
“Babe, my phone was stolen. I got a new one. See, I got an Iphone. That’s so cute that you went looking for me, babe!”
Brittany was literally stunned gasping as she looked down at his brand new phone. She couldn’t understand how his cell phone might have been stolen but she had to admit that was a very logical excuse.
“I thought you hated those.” She asked snatching the phone away to check it out.
“What? No…well… I’m just trying it out. You know, something new.” Derek tried to remain nonchalant, hoping he had gotten away with his story.
“Oh…oh ok. Well, baby we shouldn’t be having all of these problems right before we are about to get married. This should be a happy blissful time for us and it’s not because all I do is cry my freaking eyes out. I need you baby. I love you so much. We don’t even fuck anymore. It’s like you’re not attracted to me anymore…”
“Now stop right there! Babe you’re everything to me. You know that, com’ on now. I’ve just been so tired from working. But I am glad you found the phone because I need some client’s numbers out of there. I haven’t been able to call anyone.”
Brittany suddenly felt so stupid. She knew her man was a busy big time lawyer and that his work was very demanding. Hell, that was one of the perks that she loved about him. Brittany became aroused by that very thought and grabbed his face. She kissed him passionately like she never had before. Derek tried to resist seeing as though he had just had a night of unforgettable sex and was really tired. But there was something about this kiss that aroused him nonetheless. Derek wanted more. He began caressing her thickness while love biting her neck.
She moaned heavily as her longing for his manhood grew. They began to move faster around each other’s bodies pulling and tugging to remove their clothes, lost in the heat of passion. Derek rip
ped his shirt off throwing it to the floor and kneeled down to plant his face in her loveliness. She cried out as she reaped the rewards of his wondrous tongue. After a few minutes of heavy panting, Brittany pushed his head away hard so he would get up before she came. Derek looked up in disbelief trying to figure out what he did wrong. She had become this seductress wanting, needing to be in control. She kneeled down and crawled on top of him forcing him to lie down. Brittany pulled his pants down along with his boxers just enough to reveal his nice big piece then began stroking and sucking it in exotic ecstasy.
Derek felt so good that his legs were shaking like a dog stuck outside in the freezing cold. He tried his best not to explode but she wasn’t letting up. She finally raised her head with the most devious grin on her face. Crawling up on his body, she kissed her way from his piece straight to his mouth. Brittany licked his lips as she sat on his manhood hard. Derek moaned uncontrollably feeling the warmth of her opening swallow him whole. He grabbed one of her tits as she rode the shit out him fast. In her mind it was the Kentucky Derby and she was winning by a nose. He leaned into her placing one of her erect nipples in his mouth sucking it feverishly.
“Do you like that baby? Mmmm. Mama’s gonna give it to you like this everyday baby. You want me to fuck the shit out of you, then I’m gonna take good care of my man. Make me explode, daddy!”
Brittany bounced harder and harder on his stick working hard to reach her ever-loving climax.
“Oh shit! Oooo, shit. Baby, I….baby……BABY….”
This was the best sex he had ever had with Brittany and was trying to avoid the bust but it was too late. He’d done it.
“I’m sorry babe. I’ll be better next time I promise.”
Derek, feeling insecure, tried to bring Brittany towards him to spoon her but she was convinced that his manhood told no lies. Derek had been with someone else fucking all night and it showed. Now it was only a matter of time before she figured out whom, with her investigations. She figured she would begin today starting with questioning his right hand man, Dune. Just as Brittany got up to head to the bathroom to finish the job that Derek couldn’t, his new phone rang. If he had just gotten the number today then no one was supposed to have that number yet.
Brittany didn’t want to make any more accusations until she had the full story to present to Derek, so she decided to let things ride until she had gathered all of her evidence. Derek pretended to be so tired and ignored the ringing. Brittany went upstairs to the bathroom and pulled her vibrator out of the towel cabinet’s drawer. She locked the door then turned it on and proceeded to go to work on her goodness sitting on the floor with her legs in the air. She tried like hell to concentrate so she could burst but her mind wouldn’t stop thinking about Derek’s cheating, lying ass.
Frustrated, Brittany put away her toy and decided to take a shower instead to get ready for the day. Afterwards she got dressed and went into the kitchen for some breakfast. Standing there eating a banana and drinking orange juice, she heard a faint voice in the dining room. She walked slowly towards it making sure to creep.
“I know, I know but there is nothing I can do. Ok we’ll see alright? Me too. Bye.”
Derek was sitting at the dining room table eating a bowl of cereal. After he put the phone down, Brittany decided to walk in.
“Who was that, babe?”
“Just my boss. He wanted to make sure I was coming in later. How’s my girl? Looking so sexy today.”
Derek said as he slapped Brittany on the ass. Brittany was wearing his favorite tight black Calvin Klein pants suit with only a bra underneath and matching pumps that elongated her athletic legs.
“I’m fine, honey. I don’t have to go into the office today so I’m going to run a few errands then go and pick out my wedding dress with the girls.”
“That’s my baby the executive. Well I’m going to hit the showers and get out of here myself. Love you babe.”
Derek gently kissed her lips then ran out the room remembering to grab his cell phone and headed upstairs. He was holding that phone hostage, very suspicious like. Brittany grabbed her keys to the Infiniti and headed to Dune’s house. She knew that he was her only hope if she was ever going to get the truth about what was going on since it was known by all that he couldn't hold water.
*****
Once at Dune’s house she slid her hands down her skintight pants suit straightening it then rang the doorbell to his beautiful loft apartment. The neighborhood was completely upscale which made Brittany feel right at home. She loved living in nice neighborhoods like this but couldn’t afford to do so alone. Combining her income with Derek’s, however, would allow her to do so. But if she caught him cheating her dream might be cut short indefinitely. When Dune came to the door with a shocked look on his face.
“Hi, hun. I know that you are shocked to see me of all people on your doorstep. But I was in the area and I needed to talk to someone. I couldn’t think of anywhere else to go. Is it alright if I come in?”
“Um…sure.” Dune looked around outside confusingly wondering if he was being setup or something. He closed the door cautiously still waiting for cameras to jump out from somewhere then guided her into the living room. Brittany figured his bachelor pad would be filthy with beer bottles everywhere and condoms stuck to the ceiling but it was surprisingly clean and well laid out. He had two big black plush sofas sitting on the sides of a Black Panther area rug. There was a glass coffee table in the middle and various forms of interesting art work hanging around a 42” flat screen tv. It was rather dark in his house for the daytime so Brittany walked over opening all of the shades. Dune didn’t want them open because he loved the darkness but he couldn’t focus on getting mad because the shock of her presence was still haunting him.
“I gotta admit, Brittany, you are the last person I would expect to see on my doorstep. What can I do for you?”
Tears began to fill her eyes, “I can’t for the life of me figure out what’s going wrong with my relationship with Derek. I mean I cook, I clean, I work, and I fuck like a Goddess. But none of that seems to matter to him. I think he’s cheating on me.”
Brittany plops down on his couch throwing her purse to the floor and covering her eyes. Dune looks at her immediately feeling sorry for her. He never knew how badly men hurt women with their lies until he was able to witness it firsthand. He moved closer to her rubbing her back softly as she leans over to cry on his shoulder.
“Listen. You know I keeps it real with you, right? I don’t know if he’s cheating on you but I do know that he has a problem with you.”
“What is it? Please tell me, Dune. I’ll do anything to make this work. Anything.”
“Well, he says you’re dead in the sack, if you know what I mean. You have to spice it up, take a class, or do something.”
Brittany looked at him in disbelief. She knew that their sex life had been slow, lazy, and non-existent for a while but she figured that’s what he liked since he never said anything about it. Now to find out he likes it spiced up is a slap in the face. Well it definitely was spiced up last night.
“He told you that?”
Dune shook his head.
“I don’t know what to do. Can you help me Dune?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Just show me things that I can do better. Tell me what I need to do to please a man.”
Dune stood walking over to the window bewildered by the request for a minute. Then he realized that she was only looking for help and that it didn’t necessarily mean she wanted to have with sex him or anyone else so he tried to keep his thoughts pure.
“Ok. I’ll get some pornos and we can study them. I’ll point to certain things you can practice and some stuff to avoid. You can watch some of them with him too, ya know. Watching porn gets niggas horny fast as hell. But come by Friday evening, though. I’ll hook you up.”
Brittany rushed over to kiss Dune on the cheek. She thanked him as she walked out the door and jumped
into her car. Brittany thought about all of the possibilities that could trigger Derek to cheat on her instead of talk to her about something so minor. Stopping at a stoplight, she looked over and squinted to see Charity pumping gas at the nearby gas station.
She was yammering away on the phone to someone and didn’t even see Brittany pull along side of her. Brittany jumped out of the car walking around the pumps towards her. She thought it would be awesome to scare her while she wasn’t paying attention. They played silly games like that all the time. As she got closer to the unsuspecting Charity, she heard Charity giggle a little and say, “Derek, you’re so silly.”
“Hey Bitch! What are you doing on the phone with my man?” Brittany came out so fast on Charity that she almost tripped over her own foot trying to get to her.
Charity was scared as hell and couldn’t believe this bitch had snuck up on her like that. She swallowed the feelings and thoughts that were the truth deciding that if this bitch was to find out that her man was not in love with her anymore, she would have to find out from her man only.
“Hey girl! What are you doing here?” Charity remained calm.
“Don’t be coy with me! Why were you just talking to my man?”
Brittany’s yellow skin began to redden giving her anger the much-needed glow she was going for. She could feel the chunks building up inside of her throat wanting to release them all in Charity’s face then pound her ass into the concrete but she resisted.
“Brittany, you trippin’ girl. I just met this guy that just so happens to have the same name as your man’s name. That’s all. Girl please ain’t nobody checkin’ for your man. That’s ya boo, right?”
“Oh…oh. Girl I’m sorry it’s just that lately we haven’t been good, but I’ve been trying to get our lovers status back. Its cool girl my bad.”