by Harris, K
Now he was debating on whether or not to deflate his invisible bubble that’s blinding him to Mya’s motives. This broad was surely a money-grubber, opportunist, or even a crazed fan. Either way she was in the way, she needed to bounce back to wherever she came from. He needed the old B.A. back on his A-game of clocking the hoes. That girl would do nothing but try and domesticate him by making him stay in at night, bring her along on their trips being an ultimate cock-blocker. She may even stop him from fighting all together, women like her think that this type of sport is too violent.
“What are we getting into tonight?”
“Shit, I’m taking Mya to the movies tonight.”
“Oh word. Maybe we could hit up the strip club later tonight.”
“Maybe. I’ll hit you up later. Does she look too bored out there?”
“Nah, she was video chatting with that dude Damon.” Barron stopped what he was doing to face Davey.
“I’ll hit you up later about the strip club.”
“Cool.” Davey left the gym giving Mya a nice long look still scheming on his next move if telling Barron what he overheard didn’t work. She was stacked in some nice places after all. Especially since it was so easy to slide into Naomi’s panties being that she was a boss chick with a name for herself, Mya is a nobody, it should be a piece of cake. If he chose to go that route.
When Davey arrived at the strip club after a call from Barron saying he would come through for a few, he got them a table in the VIP section. He had a special guest making an appearance to add fuel to the already simmering fire. Barron sauntered in shortly after making all the bomb booty chick’s heads turn to see where his destination was. Once they dapped up, they ordered them some drinks and proceeded to watch the show. While they were in a brief intermission waiting for the headliner, Davey decided to broach the discussion of the secret conversation he overheard.
“I just wanted to apologize for the way I came at you while in Miami.”
“It’s forgotten.”
“It’s just that… they talk so damn much, I don’t see how you dealing with that shit. It bothered me earlier and she ain’t even my chick. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on her conversation or nothing but when I heard them talking about keeping secrets from you and shit. It made me feel some type of way.”
“Secrets?”
“He asked her did she tell you their secret and something about the Bahama’s trip. He said he didn’t want to be the cause of you two not working out. You better get to the bottom of that dude. You spending all this time defending her ass, you might need to be checking her ass.” At the angry look on Barron’s face. Davey thought it best to try and smooth things over with him versus always ending up on the bad side of his mood. “Don’t shoot the messenger, I’m just trying to look out for you boy. We been boys for too long.”
“…”
“Hey forget I said anything. I just thought you should know cause it sounded fishy to me. I’m just saying.” Davey added for extra effect.
“Hey guys, long time no see.” An exotic dancer that goes by the name of Tyga greeted. She smelled of sweet cotton candy, assets could set off a grenade, and exotic facial features. “Where have you been hiding B.A., you don’t know me no more huh?”
“I’ve been around.”
“I see. Wifey got you on lock and key?”
“I don’t have a wifey.”
“Is that right. Now that I know you are here, I will put on an extra special show.”
“You do that.”
“Damn boy, I wish I was you right now. All that ass rumbling like a tsunami as she walks.”
“Ass for days…” The watched the phenomenal show she put on from their seats. Bills were flying everywhere. Tyga was indeed a talented stripper.
“Excuse me fella’s, but can I borrow you for a minute.” Tyga asked Barron to walk to the back with her. Davey nodded his head while Barron stood confused.
“Aight… I’ll be back.” He blindly followed not seeing Davey recording his walk behind the tall exotic half naked booty leading him to the champagne room. The champagne room is where dreams are made a reality with the right amount of money. Anything from private dances, a special talk, and an assortment of other business transactions. In that very room, Barron is about to get the temptation of his life and it’s all recorded.
“What the hell you doing calling me? Barron is going to think something is up.” Davey whisper yelled into the phone watching the booty shake in his face as he slid a bill in her thong.
“Shut up fool. Don’t you think I know not to call you when he is around? I was hoping he was out there with you.”
“Hell naw, he supposed to be in there with y’all.”
“He said he had to go to the restroom, that was ten minutes ago.”
“SHIT!” Davey hung up walking to the restroom finding no traces of Barron. Checking outside, his car was missing as well. He had checked out without saying anything.
“Where is he?” A tipsy Naomi asked while, Tyga twirled on the pole.
“He left. What the hell y’all doing?”
“Well we have paid for this room for a while now so we might as well enjoy it.”
“I got another idea.” Davey was quick on his toes. “The camera has night vision, we can still leak the video if you know what I mean.”
“I’m damn near faded and this x pill got me feeling down for whatever.” Naomi was swaying seductively. Davey took a seat after the lights were turned off and Tyga turned the camera on night vision before walking over to settle on Davey’s right. Naomi settled on his left and they proceeded to have a good time.
All three of them were blasted with not a care in the world doing all the kinky things that should be forbidden on this side of the Atlantic. The odd angles of the video makes it utterly hard to see the man’s features, therefore his identity will be whatever the revealer says. The threesome put on a show that lasted until the club closed and they couldn’t wait to edit it to be sure that Barron’s first appearance with the girls will put enough doubt in anyone’s head. To the jealous eye, it will be pretty hard to dispute that the man having some raunchy fling with two of his ex’s is Barron. Let the sabotage begin.
Chapter thirteen
Barron stumbled to his car, sitting there contemplating on whether what he did was right or not. When he walked into the champagne room behind Tyga’s ass, every nerve cell in his body stood at attention. Flashbacks from some of the nasty things they used to get into came floating to the forefront of his brain. All rationale thoughts were thrown to the wolves when she whispered about some special surprise that was waiting on the other side of the door. Upon walking in he saw another familiar face that should have made him think this was a setup but after mulling over possible secrets that Mya could be harboring, he thought to hell with it. It wasn’t like they were committed to one another, no vows had been taken yet. Yet?
That single word spoke volumes in his head making him have the slightest hesitation that what he was doing wasn’t right. Tyga was giving Naomi and Barron a couple’s strip tease, showing some serious skin. Her perky rounded double d’s were shaken from side to side, then set in his face with her on his lap. Naomi joined in by rubbing her small hand over her nipple seductively, sending his drunken hormones into overdrive. The way they were touching him and then one another was turning him on no doubt but something was still nagging him. His mind was so far away from what was happening in front of him that he didn’t have a clue that he had been pulled through the zipper and slit of his boxers. Feeling the warm mouth around his dick caused him to jolt in surprise. It felt heavenly but flashes of Mya going down on him just a little while ago made him literally sick to his stomach.
“Relax daddy. Tyga’s gonna get that stress up off you.” Tyga purred deep throating him in his entirety.
“Fuck.” Barron hissed feeling Naomi start sucking on his earlobe. He was about to be in a shit load of trouble if he didn’t get his ass up and out of there.
“That’s right baby. Just let us take care of you.” Naomi whispered.
“This shit…” He was trying to express how wrong this felt but the words died on his tongue when Tyga massaged his balls. His vibrating phone is what snapped him out of his daze. Neither one of the women seemed to notice as he slid it out of his pocket and peered at the screen to try to silence the buzz. Mya’s name flashed on the screen showing he had a missed call, voicemail, and new text message from her.
“No phones allowed daddy.” Tyga purred trying to take his phone out of his hand.
“It can wait B.A.” Naomi chided. “This is more important.” She tried to kiss him on the lips but he decided it was best he find out if everything was okay at home first. What if something was wrong with the baby but he was too busy enjoying a threesome? He would never forgive himself.
“Nah, watch out. I’ll be right back.” He moved them both out of the way, fixing himself in the process. Practically running out of the room, he opened the text saying she was in pain, and was scared. He thought about going to the restroom to return her call but made a detour to the outside of the club. His boy was having the time of his life with ass all up in his face so he would have to catch him later. Once he was seated in his car, he dialed Mya to tell her he was on the way.
When he arrived she was at the door with tear streaks cascading down her face. His heart tore in two at the sight before him. While he was out trying to forget about her, she was home cradling her stomach where his child rested. Helping her into the car, he noticed she had an overnight bag with her. Speeding to the hospital, it was silent aside from the occasional sniffle that came from her side of the car. He did something he hadn’t done in a while and that was pray. Pray for forgiveness for what he was doing while the mother of his child sat at home alone going through it.
The nurses met them at the door of the hospital entrance with a wheelchair. Giving the valet the keys to the car, Barron ran through the hospital halls like his life depended on it. Being directed in the direction of her exam room, he took a deep breath before pushing the door open. Mya was being examined by a nurse, while another attached the pink and blue bands around her stomach hooking her up to some monitor that made all sorts of whooshing sounds. She looked relieved to see him walk through the door, reaching a hand out for him to hold.
“I’m scared.” Mya said lowly.
“Me too.” Barron whispered laying a kiss on her forehead. Mya snapped her head back and gazed up into his face with a scrunched up look. The scrunch slowly changed to a look full of questions before complete disbelief took over. Removing her hand from his, she wiped away the newly formed tears.
Barron noticed the change in her immediately but refused to ask what the deal was. Deep down he knew exactly what it was. She somehow knew that he was doing some unspeakable things but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out how she knew. He couldn’t even force himself to look at her face, instead he focused on everything but her. Taking a much needed step away from her side just in case she decided to swing. This must be the famous ‘women’s intuition’ that he has heard so much about but never experienced. It never even occurred to him that she would ever know about any dealings he had outside of her. The nurses left them alone for the first time since they had been in the room, neither bothered to say anything. Soon the doctor walked in to discuss the tests that had been given.
“Good morning Ms. Daniels, Mr. Anderson.”
“Good morning.”
“I wish we were meeting under different circumstances.”
“Same here.”
“Well the results show that the baby was trying to make an early appearance.”
“But it’s too early, right?” Barron asked feeling dread creep up on him again.
“Yes it is with Mya only being seven months. Good news is that you got here when you did.” Mya nodded her head with a knowing look on her face. Barron heard the meaning behind those words and felt worst. “Luckily we were able to slow the progression of the contractions with Tocolytic. We have to keep you overnight to monitor you and the baby. If you are too uncomfortable we can give you some Demerol to help with the pain and some Phenergan for the nausea.”
“Will all those meds at once have any effect on the baby?”
“None whatsoever.”
“Okay that will work then.”
“Well we will get you moved over to one of the suites so that you two can get settled in. I’m sure you will be staying as well Mr. Anderson.”
“No.” Mya said. “Yes.” Barron said at the same time. They gave each other a silent stare off before they looked away.
“Uhh okay. We can get you a pair of scrubs or something to change into if you wish. I will be checking in with the nurses throughout the night to see if anything changes. If there’s no other questions or any other complications I will see you in the morning before we discharge sometime in the afternoon.”
“Thank you.” The doctor left and the couple sat in silence. Shortly after he left they were moved to a bigger room with a sitting area and adjoining bathroom. Barron knew for sure this was going to be a long hospital stay.
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Earlier in the evening, Mya was experiencing a few pains that she figured were nothing but Braxton hick’s contractions. Barron had seemed distracted as they spent the day together. They went to the movies and attempted at doing the baby registries. He seemed so unfocussed that Mya decided that they could try again another time, making up an excuse about being too tired. Not picking up on the deliberate lie, he had taken her home. Going to his downstairs gym, Mya ignored the attitude figuring if he wanted her to know what was going on he would tell her. She wouldn’t pry. Later in the evening, he took a shower making his way around the room getting dressed without a word to her. Never considering herself as his guardian, she didn’t even ask what, where, and why. She just tried to ignore the anger that he was ignoring her presence once again.
“I’m going out. Don’t wait up.” He threw over his shoulder as he left the house. Of course she didn’t expect any terms of endearment, sweet goodbyes, or anything of that nature but nothing like a brush off.
Maybe she had become a burden to him. Maybe he was already tired of her presence. She didn’t work so basically she was a freeloader. Yes she cooked, cleaned, and played house with him but this was still his house. Maybe living here was a bad idea. Mya knew he was probably used to having his own things strictly for himself, sharing his home and time with her wasn’t a part of the deal. Earlier everything seemed to have been good but after they left the gym, his attitude was standoffish. What had she done wrong?
“Shit.” Mya hissed in pain. She didn’t intend on waiting up for Barron but she found she couldn’t drift off to sleep. Not wanting to intrude on his personal space of his bedroom anymore she went to her own room. The pain in her abdomen was growing by the hour to the point she thought it best that she go to the hospital.
She didn’t want to call Barron but the pain had grown substantially and he should know what was going on. When his voicemail picked up she left a detailed message telling him she was feeling terrible and asked that he return her phone call. An hour later he still hadn’t called back, so she sent him a text. Fifteen more minutes passed before she lost her patience with him. Just when she thought to call Ebony, he called back saying he was coming. Relief flooded her at his urgent voice. The fact that he was coming helped to settle the nerves that he wasn’t there when she needed him. Finally being checked by the nurses, Mya was able to admit she was afraid. Afraid she was going into labor, afraid the baby was in distress, and afraid something was wrong. Everything came to an abrupt stop when Barron leaned over to kiss her.
There it was plain as day, why he was so consumed in whatever he was doing that he couldn’t answer his phone when she actually needed him. The strong smell of not just one woman’s perfume but a mixture of another feminine scent. Two strong fragrances mingled with his favorite cologne. If that wasn’t
enough, upon further inspection she could see glitter evident on his face and front of his clothes. Just with the naked eye she could clearly see that his zipper was still undone. It took everything in her not to snap right then and there but the reality that he wasn’t hers to snap on came rushing back. They say the truth hurts, well that was an understatement. In every aspect of the phrase, he could do what he pleases. Barron was free to do whatever he wanted because he was a single man.
“Do you need anything?” Barron asked in a timid voice snapping Mya out of her silent musings.
“No.” It came out in a shaky voice but she quickly cleared her throat.
“Are you still in pain?”
“No.”
“Then why are you crying?” Mya didn’t even know she was crying, she was so numb she didn’t feel the tears surging down her face. Her throat burned, her head felt light, and her chest ached.
“Please don’t…” Mya broke into a sob when Barron tried to embrace her. “Just stay away. Don’t touch me. Please.” She sobbed harder than she expected. He held his hands up in surrender backing away.
“Mya…”
“Don’t…” Cutting off whatever he was going to say. “You don’t have to stay. I will be fine by myself.”
“I’m not leaving you here like this.”
“No really, I’m better now. After all I was alone earlier and I dealt with it. I was just about to call someone else when you called so…”
“I apologize that I didn’t get your call earlier.”
“…” Mya just shrugged her shoulders wiping the remaining tears away. “Actually I would prefer to be alone. If you aren’t busy when they release me, I will just give you a call.”
“I’m not leaving Mya. You might as well save your breath. Why are you trying so hard to get rid of me?”
“Because the stench of the women you were with is making me ill.” At the shock on Barron’s face she chuckled void of all humor. “From the smell of Flower bomb mixed with another I don’t recognize to the glitter all over your clothes all the way down to the open fly of your jeans. I want to fucking hurl my guts out.”