by TT Dorsett
I have to hand it to the brother because he was fine with a capital F. That I can vouch for. He needs to step his game up though. I could see the twinkle in his eyes as he winked at me. He thinks he is so hot but damn, that turned me on!
I gave him one of my sexy looks and licked my lips to tease him and could see him shifting in his seat. Yeah brother, you aren’t the only one who can play the game. I bet his dick is hard right now. I tried to focus on something else but my eyes kept landing on his punk ass. Damn he was really getting to me with his Tyson Beckford looking ass.
He is dark chocolate with slanted eyes and a head full of dreads. When he smiles, dimples appear deep in both cheeks. He has pretty full lips that I could kiss for days and those eyes were looking into my soul. What the hell was wrong with me? I can’t be messed up by him.
I have my rules. I don’t date men in the club, but he was making it hard for me to hold on to my rules. The music finally stopped. I got a standing ovation from everyone except my admirer. He just nodded his head as I exited the stage.
“Damn, got me all hot and bothered!” I yelled storming inside the changing room. Cinnamon peeks around from her vanity and smiled at me. “What?” I said trying to look innocent.
“You know what’s up? Looks like that weak ass man might just get what he wants after all,” said Cinnamon.
“Which is,” I said trying to keep the expression on my face the same. But Cinnamon knew me too well.
“You,” as she flips her long weave at me. She went back looking in the mirror at her vanity.
“In another life time,” I replied as I brushed past her into the bathroom and she yelled “You can run but you can’t hide forever Black! One day he is going to catch your ass and when he does that is when you will stop running!”
I hurried up and took my clothes off so I could continue my argument with her. Cinnamon didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. I came out with my tight Prada jeans and shirt ready for war and I said, “What you say?”
“You heard me,” she said rolling her eyes. I sarcastically said “You think you know me so well don’t you?”
“Oh bitch please. This is me,” pointing to herself, “Cinnamon,” as she laughed.
“I am not gone be too many of your bitches neither,” I replied as I threw a towel at her while she ducked.
“Well since you are a know it all,” she said, “Let’s take a stroll into the club.” I made a face at her as to say you crazy and said, “You know I don’t do strolls in the club Cinnamon.” I huffed.
“You used to,” she said with a smirk on her face, “Until Mr. Weak Ass started showing you some attention.”
“That’s a lie and you know it,” I said trying to keep a straight face. If I were a lighter color like my other two sisters my skin would have been a bright red from the lies I was telling.
“Well prove me wrong. Let’s go,” she said as she grabbed my hand.
I stomped out the door with her and said, “Ok. Let’s go so you can shut your ass up for once and for all.”
She thought she had me all figured out, but I was kind of nervous. I knew my admirer was still out there and I really didn’t want to see him face to face. Just him looking at me on stage had me all wet! I knew being close to him would make me weak in the knees. Damn, I should have just shut up! My big mouth got me in this situation.
Cinnamon and I both peeked out the curtain and we saw him just sitting there with his fine ass. Cinnamon stepped out first and I followed like a timid little girl. Trying to play it cool, I went straight to the bar. I glanced over my shoulder and our eyes held. The attraction was instant and I felt my vagina tingle with anticipation.
“Down girl,” I whispered to myself. Another dancer was trying to get his attention with a lap dance but our eyes continued to hold each other captive.
“You see him,” Cinnamon whispered to me on the other side of my chair.
“Yeah,” I said then turned back around in my seat. “Besides,” I looked at her, “He has some bitch trying to give him a lap dance,” I said as I threw my hands up in a I don’t give a damn manner.
“Do I detect a hint of jealousy?” she asked as she giggled lightly.
“Hell no,” I replied.
She knew I was fuming on the inside. That is why I don’t trust any man. Granted we are in a strip club where anything goes. But if he is “so” interested in me, then other females shouldn’t be in his face.
I banged my hands on the bar top and said, “Yo Domino, hit me up with a rum and coke.” I felt a presence behind me but was too slow to react.
“Is that a drink you can handle Ms. Black?” He asked close to my ear. I closed my eyes preparing myself to come face to face with my admirer and I turned my head to look up at the voice and I wanted to faint. He is handsome as hell! How could I not like this man?
He is gorgeous! Tall and dark skinned like me, about 6’2 with dark piercing eyes that slanted like Tyson Beckford, with the most luscious lips that were so kissable. I could tell he worked out because how his body was built. Damn I think I may need two shots of straight rum.
“I can handle anything,” I managed to say.
We were both studying each other to see who was going to make the next move. “You have beautiful eyes,” he said as he stared into them. We both were in a trance until I heard Domino say, “Here you go Black.” I grabbed my drink from Domino and took a light sip.
“My name is Link,” he said extending his hand and I shook it with a smile on my face.
“Well it’s nice to meet you Link,” I replied in the sexiest voice I could manage. He smiled at me with perfect straight white teeth. I think what got me was those damn twin dimples in his cheeks. How could a man be this fine of a specimen? I couldn’t let him see he was getting to me, so I decided to make a run for it.
“Yo Cinnamon I’m out,” I said and turned back to look at Link and said, “Later player.”
“So you leaving a brother hanging?” He replied and smiled at me with those damn deep dimples.
“Hanging?” I said as I arched an eyebrow up at him looking him up and down like he was a piece of meat I was sizing up.
“Yeah,” He replied with a smile thinking he had me. “Can I take you out for a drink?”
“Sorry but I already have a drink in my hand,” I said as I was about to leave, but then he grabbed me and placed his arms around my waist. He pulled me towards his built chest. Man oh man; I wanted to melt right in those protective arms.
“Why you giving me a hard time?” He whispered in my ear. I looked over my shoulder at him with a flirtatious smile.
“Is that what you think I’m doing Link?” I whispered back. He drew even closer to my ear. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and it was turning me on.
My vagina started to tingle again and I squeezed my legs tighter to ease the sensation. We were both playing a very dangerous game. “You know exactly what you’re doing Black. Let’s not play these head games with each other anymore. You want me just as much as I want you,” he whispered to me.
As much as I wanted to admit to him that we had an attraction to each other, I wasn’t going to. Men like him only leave a trail of heartbreaks in the end. I wasn’t going to be the next notch on his bedpost. Politely moving out of his grasp, I turned around towards him with the nastiest look I could manage, and said to him, “Wrong Link. I don’t want you.”
I then walked away with my head held high, daring not to look back. I grabbed my things out of the locker room and headed home. I knew if I had looked back he would have thought he had the upper hand. But hey this is me, Black, I give no man the upper hand… remember that.
Chapter 2 ~ Patrice
See this is all I need right now, a damn pregnancy. I’m sitting here on this hard, cold ass floor trying to make sense about these two lines staring in my face. This can’t be happening to me, I’m only seventeen years old! I can’t be a teenage mom! I know my sisters are going to kill me. It’s no use of me crying n
ow. I screwed up big time.
Something told me to use a rubber the last time Tony and I had sex. We were so into the moment that we forgot. It was his last night here in Miami before he went back to school at FSU in Tallahassee. It was so perfect; he got us a room at the Embassy Suites Hotel. We had dinner and then walked on the beach hand in hand talking about our future. Never would we have guessed that our future would have a baby in it.
I’m Patrice, the baby of the family. When I was ten years old my parents died. My older sister Paris took care of me and my other sister Porsche. She was only eighteen at the time. Paris worked so hard to make sure Porsche and I had everything. I know she is going to kill me. The only way I can fix this situation is by not telling her about the baby. I need to act normal and try to hide this pregnancy as much as possible. I can’t get into any more fights at the school over Tony. The other girls are jealous of our relationship.
Tony and I have been dating for a year and a half now. He was a senior and I was junior when we first started kicking it. I always had a crush on him but I was afraid to even talk to him. I’m shy, quiet, and never really gave a guy the time of day because I’m into my books. I’m a bookworm with a 4.5 GPA and I’m number one in my class. I have many colleges knocking on my door just for me to be a part of their school.
Tony has always had the “hoochies” hanging around him all the time. I admired him from a distance because I’m not as bold as some of my girlfriends. I just sat back and watched these girls make asses out of their selves over him. I used to dress in baggy clothes wearing my hair back in a ponytail every day. My sister Porsche thought it was time for a change since I was going into my junior year.
She said, “Come on Trice. You don’t want to be the class nerd forever.” I poked my lip out at her when she said that.
“I’m not a nerd Porsche. I like how I dress and the way I look,” I replied looking down at myself wearing pink sweat pants, a white Aeropostale t-shirt with pink letters, and a pair of all white Jordan’s with pink lines. My hair was in my signature ponytail hanging down the middle of my back.
“You look like Urkel on Family Matters,” she said as she cracked up laughing at me.
“I do not,” I yelled, rolling my eyes.
“Ok you are not that extreme, but I want to hook you up. I bet if I give you a makeover all the guys will be after you,” she smiled at me.
My sister Porsche was right. I let her give me a whole new wardrobe to show off my nice figure, which is a 36-breast size, 24 waists, and 34 hips. I ditched the glasses and got some contacts to show off my hazel eyes. Finally, she talked me into letting my ponytail go and let my curly hair hang loose. Porsche and I have hair like Chili from TLC but Paris decided to relax hers, so now she has long, straight, silky hair.
The first day of school I walked in there with a nice pair of Baby Phat jeans and a shirt to match. I had my Coach book bag that my sister Paris’ boyfriend, Marcus, brought me. I also wore some new tennis shoes to match. My hair was flowing long down the middle of my back. Everybody was whispering about the new fine girl in school. I walked up on my friends Kasha and Jade and they didn’t know who the hell I was.
“What’s up y'all,” I said and they both turned and looked at me. “It’s me Trice,” I smiled at both of them and turned around to show off my new look.
“What…what…what happened to you,” Jade said? Kasha was speechless.
“I got a new look. You like?” I said as I touched my hair.
“Hell yeah. We were wondering when you were going to come out of this nerdy ass stage,” Jade said.
“Well welcome to Patrice Monique Hilton coming out party.”
Finally Kasha spoke “Damn girl, I’m scared of you!”
“Well you can thank Porsche for that,” I said, “she refused to let me go out the house looking like Urkel anymore.”
“Well hallelujah for Porsche,” replied Jade. I pushed Jade and we begin to walk to our classes.
Jade and Kasha always had the same classes together whereas I had Honor classes. This year I have AP classes, which stands for Advance Placement. At the end of the year I have to take an exam. If I pass, I will receive credits towards college classes. I’m getting a head start ahead of everybody else. My girls and I would all meet back for lunch period. I know word got around to Tony about a new hotty in school but he was about to be in for a rude awaking when he approached me.
Lunch finally came and we were standing around trying to figure out what we wanted to eat. Tony came over and put his arms around my shoulders. The nerve of that little jerk I thought to myself. I looked up at him politely and pushed his arms from around me. I walked away swaying my hips.
“Oh it’s like that ma,” he said.
I looked back at him and rolled my eyes. He had another thing coming if he thought I was one of these hoochies he had running after him. I was taught by my sisters to have class.
He caught up with me and asked “Damn, why you running away?”
I finally stopped, glared at him and said, “I’m not running from you Antonio.”
“Oh so you do know me,” he smirked. “But you can call me Tony, doll,” he said with a grin on his face like he was the shit. I was going to knock that damn big ego right off his damn shoulders.
“Of course everybody knows the magnificent Antonio Jackson,” I said with disgust.
“Damn baby…” he began but I cut him off before he could even get another word in.
“I’m not your baby and I’m not one of these ho’s round here you can run game on. So if you want to gain my attention Antonio, step to me with respect and not that player shit.”
I politely walked away to let him think about what I just said. I was proud of myself because never in a million years would I have thought to do that. I had that much courage to dismiss the most popular boy in school.
Tony was an athlete and played basketball. Everyone knew he was going to make it to the pros one day. He’d always had a lot of admirers, including myself. I was taught by Porsche to never chase after a man and let him do the chasing. So Mr. Tony will have to come and get me if he wants me.
About a month had passed and Tony never said anything else to me. Every time I passed by him and his boys he would just look at me and turn his head. I guess I hurt his little feelings. I thought I had made a mistake by dismissing him, but Porsche told me not to worry and that he will come around, and he surely did. I was at the library one day doing research for a history class paper and as normal I went to the back of the library by myself to concentrate better.
I felt a pair of hands slip around my waist while I was reaching to get a book. I knew it was him just by the smell of his cologne. I didn’t turn around, but said to him, “Don’t you have any regards as to where you put your hands on a young woman’s body Antonio?” He squeezed me tighter towards him.
“Stop playing hard to get and give a brother some play,” he whispered in my ear.
I sighed to myself, looked over my shoulder at him and said, “I told you Antonio to learn some respect. I’m not going to fall all over you like these other girls. I’m different.” He leaned in a little closer towards my face. We looked deeply into each other’s eyes.
“I know you’re different Patrice,” he said. We never broke the stare we had with each other. How the hell did he know my name and why were his hands still around my waist?
“I see you did your research,” I replied as I tried to step out of his hold but he pulled me tighter towards him. I let it go for now and continued to talk to him, “So what else do you know about me Antonio?”
He nipped my ear and I yelped a little. “I know that you are the smartest, prettiest, and finest girl in school,” he said. He had so much game I thought to myself.
“Tell me something I already don’t know,” I said to him.
“I see you are a little conceited,” he said while smiling.
“I’m not that at all. I just know who I am and what I stand for,”
I said while looking at him with sincerity.
“Alright then, I know that you are the smartest girl in school meaning you’re number one in your class, you’re the yearbook editor, and you’re running for school queen next month,” he said.
“Is that all I do Antonio?” I whispered while I leaned in closer to him this time.
Our faces were inches apart. “Yeah,” he said and turned me towards him to grab my waist with both of his hands. I looked into his eyes. We were both sizing each other up for a moment until I broke the spell.
“Well I think you need to do a little more research on me player. I don’t only do those things.” I said to him.
I walked away, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me close to his chest and we were face to face again. I wanted to melt, but I had to keep my head strong. Anyone could fall under his spell.