The Black Diamond Trilogy

by Brittani Williams

  That night Davey lay next to me, snuggled up closely, and told me how much he loved me. I had my man back and I was planning on holding on to him.

  Chapter Six

  Mica: Three-Letter Word

  I always wondered how a word so short could cause so much havoc. Just when you think things are going your way, sex comes into play and ruins it all. I wasn’t an expert at how to handle relationship issues or infidelity, but I was soon about to learn. I knew that Tyson probably fooled around on me. I mean, what drug dealer doesn’t have many women to choose from? What I didn’t expect was to have to see it with my own eyes and figure out how to deal with it. No one really thinks about what they’ll do if placed in certain situations, but we always hope that we will come out of them okay.

  Tyson picked me up from the salon and told me that he had to make a stop before dropping me off at home. I hoped that it had nothing to do with drugs since he knew how I felt about that. I wanted to be as far away from that side of him as I possibly could.

  Anyway, he pulled in front of a house off a small street and told me to wait in the car. He left the car running and told me that he’d only be a minute. Of course, I believed him and though I wasn’t comfortable about being out there in the car alone, I agreed. I was becoming more annoyed as the seconds passed. I had been out there for at least a half hour, and he’d left his phone in the car so I couldn’t even call him. I wondered what the hell was taking so long. After another ten minutes I was pissed.

  I grabbed the gun he kept in the armrest of his car and put it inside my bag. After all, I didn’t know what the hell I would run into once I got out. It was getting dark outside and I wasn’t familiar with anyone or anything around there. The block was pretty much empty besides a few corner hustlers hanging in the Chinese restaurant at the end of the block. I was nervous as I exited but put on the persona that I wasn’t. I knocked on the door a few times and waited, tapping my foot on the ground, hoping they would hurry up and open the door. A few seconds later a tall, thin-framed woman opened the door, tying her robe, which barely covered her naked body underneath. She was hazelnut in color and her hair was short and spiked. Her round breasts were practically hanging out of the robe. On looks alone I’d give her about a seven out of ten. Now, I considered myself a ten, so she was creeping up on me and that alone made me nervous.

  “Can I help you?” she asked, stuffing her breasts into the robe, making sure they were covered.

  “Yes you can. You can tell my man to get out here because I’m ready to go,” I said, annoyed and wondering what the hell was going on inside the house.

  “Well, he’s a little busy right now, sweetie, so you’re gonna have to go wait in the car until he gets finished.” She looked me up and down as if I was two feet tall.

  Sweetie? I wanted to slap her for trying to play me. I didn’t think I looked that stupid.

  “No, what you’re going to do is go get him and tell him to come now,” I raised my voice. I was getting angrier by the second.

  “What I am going to do is close my door and finish what I was doing. I suggest you head back to the car like a good girl and wait for him to come out.” She pointed her finger in my face almost close enough to touch me.

  What the fuck was going on in there that would make her talk to me as if I were some groupie? I was fed up with talking to her. I quickly pushed her, making her stumble a little and pushed the door open. She began charging toward me but stopped when I took the gun out of my bag and pointed it at her.

  “Back the fuck up, bitch! Now, where the fuck is my man?” I yelled.

  She was backing away now and all of the mouth she had before disappeared. “What, are you going to shoot me?”

  “Don’t tempt me.” I heard footsteps coming toward the steps. I hoped it was Tyson so we could just leave. I wasn’t trying to go to jail, but if this bitch said one more word I was definitely going to shoot.

  “Mica, what the fuck are you doing?” Tyson now stood at the bottom of the steps a few inches away from where Miss Smart-ass was standing.

  “What the fuck are you doing? You had me sitting out in the car while you’re in here fucking this bitch?”

  “Mica, come on now. Why the fuck would I do some shit like that? Do you think I’m that crazy?”

  “I think you’re disrespectful, leaving me in that damn car and coming in here with her.”

  “She’s such a fucking crybaby, Tyson. Why don’t you get her the fuck out of my house?” she yelled, trying to hide behind him.

  “You’re still talking?” I asked, turning the gun in her direction.

  “Mica, let’s just leave and I’ll explain everything to you in the car,” he pleaded. I really wasn’t trying to hear much of what he was saying.

  I was standing there looking at them both, wondering how the hell my feelings for a man could make me go crazy enough to pull out a gun. I didn’t want to believe that it was just him, but instead that it was the disrespect that the female standing across from me showed. I didn’t take to that sort of thing kindly.

  “I’m going to leave, but you can stay here with this bitch. I’ll call a cab.” I tossed his gun to him and turned my back to head out of the door.

  “Mica, I’m not letting you leave me. This house is where they bag up the drugs, okay? I’m not here fucking anybody. If you don’t believe me I’ll show you.”

  I turned back around and looked at him, and then I glanced at her while she stood there with a smirk on her face. I wanted to smack the shit out of her. Even if he was telling the truth I didn’t like her nor did I like the way she talked to me when I came to the door. In my mind I was thinking that I didn’t really want to see what was upstairs, but in my heart I had to know if he was lying.

  “Yeah, I need to see it,” I said, walking toward him.

  He walked up the steps and told me to follow him. I was nervous as I headed up behind him. I wanted to just say stop. I mean, if he had gone this far it had to be true. I didn’t want to see anything that would put me in a difficult situation had he ever gotten caught. I couldn’t tell anything that I didn’t know, but knowing and keeping it a secret would probably tear me apart.

  “Tyson, I don’t need to go any farther. I believe you, okay?”

  “Are you sure? I don’t want to hear about this later when I have to stop by here again.”

  “I’m sure. Let’s just go, okay?” I said as he turned around on the stairs and began to walk back down. We left the house and got into the car. I was glad that I didn’t go any farther but I was pissed that I acted the way that I had. I felt embarrassed. I never wanted anyone to see me in such a vulnerable position. I was almost ready to go to jail rather than lose him to someone else. It was almost as if another person was taking over my body because in the past I would have never let a man get the best of me.

  Once we reached his house I felt like a load had been lifted off of me. Not because of the argument, but because he was telling the truth. I still didn’t believe that he never cheated on me, but at least he didn’t that night. Most women would say that I was a fool, and in some instances I would probably agree. Though I may be a fool in love, I was well taken care of for all of the drama I had to deal with. I loved Tyson more that anyone else that had come my way and for good reason. I had never met a man that could walk into a room and command everyone’s attention without saying a word. He was the type everyone fell in love with. He kept you smiling and he never acted like he was better than anyone else or as if his shit didn’t stink. He was smart and actually had a college degree. Now how many hustlers can say that? I was proud of my man and happy to be his woman.

  Once we entered his house he headed straight to the living room and turned on CNN. He loved to be up on the news. He knew what was going on in every state from shootings to the weekly weather. This was the time that he didn’t like to be bothered and most of the time I would respect that, but tonight I wanted to give him an apology that he could feel. I couldn’t deal with the
silent treatment and knew that I had to do something to get back on his good side.

  I headed upstairs and took a shower. After my shower I lotioned up with my favorite Bath & Body Works scent. I put on the matching body splash and slipped on a bra and thong with a garter belt and stiletto heels. I put my hair in a little bun and took a deep breath. I hoped that he wouldn’t turn me away—I mean, he had never done it before, but tonight I had acted out of the ordinary so there was a possibility that he would too.

  I slowly walked down the steps and due to the plush carpet you couldn’t hear the sounds of the shoes. I crept into the living room hoping that he wouldn’t turn around before I got close enough to him. I wanted to surprise him.

  I decided that I would get close to him and sing into his ear. I need it to be freaky and with the voice that I had been blessed with I knew he wouldn’t be able to turn me away. I settled on “Nasty Grind” by Adina Howard. I loved the sex-filled songs and I had always wanted to perform for him.

  I walked toward the back of the sofa and slowly put my hands on his shoulders. He didn’t budge but he didn’t push my hands away either, which was a plus and my cue to keep going. I bent down so that I could get close to his ear. I started the song and hoped that he would receive it the way that I wanted him to.

  By now I was standing in front of him dancing to the words that I was singing. He had used the remote to turn off the TV, which excited me because now I had his full attention. I continued singing and watching his expressions. I wanted to jump right on him, but I continued the performance to make it sensual.

  I moved closer to the sofa and placed one leg at a time onto the seat so that he could remove my shoes. Next, I took off my bra, letting my perfect double D’s loose. I slowly bent over so that my breasts were in his face. He didn’t waste any time grabbing hold of them and caressing my hardened nipples. I moaned as I got more excited. I wanted to feel his lips all over my body and let him know when he missed a spot. I straddled him as he held his position on the sofa. I met his lips with a deep kiss and massaged his tongue with mine. I can hardly explain how good I felt at that moment. I felt like I was intoxicated with love and he was the designated driver. My insides were going wild as he used one hand to massage my clit through my black lace panties.

  “You want this pussy?” I moaned in the sexiest tone. He didn’t respond so I pulled back enough to release my nipple from his mouth and asked again, “Do you want this pussy?”

  “More than you know,” he responded in his sexy baritone voice.

  I rose up and began to unbuckle his pants to release his hard dick. I was as anxious to wrap my lips around it as I would be to eat my last meal. I looked up at him just so that our eyes could meet one last time before I went to work. He gave me a slight smile and then he gently put his head back, anticipating what I was about to give him.

  Even after a year of us being together we managed to still turn each other on as if it were something new. That was definitely something special, because not many couples can achieve that.

  His dick was hard as brick as I took one lick of the head and used my finger to wipe the pre-cum across my lips. He loved when I did the freaky shit and I loved turning him on. I wrapped my lips around the head and slowly sucked from top to bottom. I made sure that his shaft was soaking wet so that the slurping sounds would keep him excited. I had gotten really good at giving head; so much so that I didn’t even have to think about it. I would go straight to work on it.

  After ten minutes or so of foreplay I was ready to feel him inside of me. I stood up, releasing my grip on his dick, watching it stand on its own at attention. I slid my thong off and let it hit the floor. I straddled him with my back facing him and began going up and down, filling my wet pussy with his huge dick. I was moaning and rubbing my breasts. He was moaning with me, almost in sync. My ass was slapping so hard against him you could have heard it upstairs. I wanted to cum but I wanted us to do it together so I held onto it. I continued to rock my hips and swirl them as if I were trying not to drop a hula hoop. He reached his hands around and played with my clit, which made it extremely hard to hold onto my eruption.

  Tyson held onto me and stood up, making sure that his dick didn’t slip out of me. I placed my hands on the arm of the sofa as he began to pound me from behind. I was throwing my ass back hard, trying to show him that this pussy was his. I felt my orgasm building and I couldn’t stop it because that shit felt way too good.

  “Oh shit, I’m about to cum,” I moaned.

  He grabbed hold of my hips and began pumping faster. He was moaning loudly, letting me know that he was about to cum as well. My legs began to shake and soon my juices were splashing all over him. Within seconds of my release his fluid was pouring out inside of me.

  I felt relaxed and I was glad that we had been able to get past the events that took place earlier in the evening. No woman should be able to take me out of my square or threaten to ruin my relationship. I was paying close attention now, and I knew exactly what I had to do to keep from losing my cool again. The three-letter word, sex, was no longer a factor. I wasn’t going to assume anymore. I had to believe that he wouldn’t disrespect me and he’d keep the sideline hoes in check.

  Chapter Seven

  Diamond: As Seen on TV

  Things had been going great for Davey and me in the months to follow. I had even moved back in with him into his apartment. Summer was coming and I was getting anxious because we had planned on taking a much-needed vacation. The episode with Nyssa was behind us and he hadn’t mentioned it since the night that it went down. I never told anyone about it and I planned on keeping it a secret until the end of time. I didn’t want anyone to think any less of me. I had managed to keep the fire lit between Davey and me but some things are too good to be true and some people are never satisfied.

  Kiki called me one afternoon while I was doing some much needed cleaning around the apartment. I had been focusing on my relationship so much lately that I hadn’t paid anything else much attention. Had I known what I was about to hear I would have sat down before she spoke, but I didn’t and damn near hit the floor in shock.

  “Diamond, I got some shit to tell you, girl!”

  “About what? You know I’m always up for hearing some gossip,” I admitted.

  “It’s about you and that trifling-ass nigga you’re with.”

  “What have you heard now? People always trying to throw salt in the game when they see we’re doing fine.”

  “Girl, I didn’t hear it, I saw it for myself. You know that nigga is going around selling a sex tape of you and him having a threesome!”

  “What?” I asked, because I wanted to make sure that I heard it right. Would he really do that to me? I couldn’t believe my ears.

  “Yes, girl. I didn’t know you went both ways, girl. That shit looked like a professional production.” She laughed.

  I didn’t find anything funny about it. There I was doing what I needed to do to satisfy my man and he secretly taped the scene and made money from it. I knew she wasn’t lying about seeing it. How else would she have known that I’d had the threesome and actually had sex with a female?

  “I don’t go both ways and I did that shit for him and this is how he repays me?” I couldn’t hold back the tears. I was so embarrassed that something I was so uncomfortable about doing was being spread around like government cheese. The whole world was seeing me in that vulnerable position.

  “Girl, I don’t know why you are still with his ass. When are you going to wake up and smell the coffee?”

  “I’m going to have to talk to you later, Kiki. I have to finish cleaning.” I quickly cut her off and ended the conversation. I was furious. With Davey, there was always something. I thought that we had made it past the bullshit and here was another slap in the face. I couldn’t answer her question because I didn’t know. I didn’t know when I would wake up and smell the coffee. I didn’t know when I was going to realize that he wasn’t shit. I didn’t know h
ow many times I had to be hurt by him before I decided to walk away.

  I sat there crying for hours. I still had the broom in my hand when he came in. I was sitting on the sofa, still in disbelief. He immediately knew that something was wrong and before he got a chance to speak, I interrupted him.

  “Just when I think that you’ve changed I get a slap in the face. I can’t believe that you would sell a fucking sex tape of me that I didn’t even agree to!” I yelled.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You know what the fuck I’m talking about! I got a call today from someone today telling me that you’re out on the streets selling a sex tape of the threesome we had.”

  “I never sold a tape; I didn’t even know that there was a tape!”

  “You expect me to believe that shit, Davey! I can’t fucking believe you would do this to me.” I still sat there crying. I was just seconds away from jumping up, but I knew that hitting him wasn’t going to solve anything. It surely wasn’t going to get him to admit that he would degrade me this way.

  “Diamond, Nyssa must be the one selling the tape. I didn’t know anything about it, believe me.”

  “So, if I go to that bitch’s house and kick her ass you’ll still tell me that?”

  “Diamond, you can’t do that,” he said, still holding his position near the front door.