ADDICTED TO HIM 3

by Linette King

  “I haven’t talked to Lisa at all. All of her things are gone but she’s not answering her phone,” he said, as he waited for me to respond to him.

  “You should file a missing person’s report. Has she ever done this before?” I asked.

  “Naw, but all of this shit with Amiria, ain’t no telling what’s goin on in her mind,” he said, as he shook his head. I nodded mine in agreement as my phone dinged, indicating I had a text message. I watched Amere to see if he was going to continue before I checked the message.

  Rashard: ready 2 cme hme?

  Tamia: home?

  Rashard: da house I bought u

  Tamia: only if u won’t b there

  Rashard: i jux want u safe

  Tamia: k

  Rashard: wats da address we can move ur stuff now

  Tamia: i got it covered

  I looked up at Amere and didn’t know how to tell him I was about to move out. For the past week or so, Rashard has been trying desperately to get me to move into the house he bought for us but he never said why. I don’t understand how he can act the way he acts, then turn around and pursue me hard. When he pulls these disappearing acts, it makes me wonder who he’s disappearing with. We never got a chance to talk about the coma situation, so I could ask questions to figure out if he was really in one or not. If not, I’d like to know why he would pretend to be in a coma.

  “You gone come with me after we eat?” Amere asked, and I frowned my face up involuntarily. “To file the missing person report,” he answered the question I was thinking. The brief conversation I just had with Rashard through text had me distracted.

  “Yea,” I answered, as I began to eat my sandwich.

  After I finished eating, I went to my room and got dressed with Armani on my mind. She used to always insinuate that I should dress better. Oh, who am I kidding? Her ass use to straight up tell me I needed to dress better. I didn’t really know what to wear without her or Candy here to help me, so I was going for the simple but cute look.

  I slid into some black jeggins and cuffed the bottom of the pants legs all the way up to my calf. I threw on a red tank top shirt with my black and white Betty Boop cropped top shirt on top. I grabbed my red and black sandals and threw my hair in a tight ponytail with big hoop earrings. I took a step back and admired my reflection in the mirror.

  I pulled out my phone and sent a text.

  Tamia: just thinking bout you

  Armani: funny how I was just about to text you! lol

  Tamia: how r u

  Armani: fine how about lunch?

  Tamia: sure call me later with the place and time

  Armani: alright

  Our relationship has gotten drastically better. We don’t talk as much as we use to and I’m perfectly fine with that. She also appears different, more mature than ever, and I think I can thank this new secret man in her life that she’s always bragging about. You should have saw the look on her face when I asked her was it Rashard but shit, I just had to make sure we weren’t about to do that again.

  Speaking of that, Amere refuses to talk about it and he told me to stay as far away from her as heavenly possible. I thought that was very hypocritical for him to say, being as though I live with him.

  I threw my phone in my purse and headed to the front of the house, so we could go. Amere was already dressed, so he was just waiting on me. “I’m going to meet you there because I have a lunch date with Mani,” I said and watched anger wash over his face.

  “I told you to stay away from her. Be careful,” he said and hopped in his vehicle. I followed him down to the police station and waited with him until he finished all of the bullshit ass paperwork, along with getting questioned like he had done something to her. It seemed like everybody knew that Amiria turned out not to be his but luckily for him, he was hospitalized when she took off.

  “I hope she’s ok,” I said, as we headed out of the precinct because even though I don’t like her, I don’t want anything to happen to her.

  Michelle

  I didn’t know I had passed out until I woke up with the TV still on my back. I looked around and saw that Dre was now lying closer to me, as if he was coming to finish me off but passed out as well. I knew he was still alive because I could see his back rising and falling slowly. I used my arms to push my body up with the TV on me and buck it out the way. I didn’t have time to play so once it toppled over, I grabbed my knife and crawled over to Dre’s body.

  I grabbed his head and pulled it back as far as it would go, so I could expose his neck completely. I took the knife and pressed it firmly against the left side of his neck, making sure I broke skin as I slid to the right side slicing his neck open. He woke up in a final attempt to save his life and grabbed at his throat.

  I let his head go and sat on the couch as I waited for him to die. Once I was sure that he was dead, I grabbed my knives and walked into the kitchen to clean them off. I took one final look at Dre’s dead body before I left out of the apartment.

  When I got to the top of the staircase, I stopped for two reasons. The first reason is Twan was gone. After that shock wore off, I focused in on the rude neighbor that was now standing at the bottom of the staircase. She stared up at me with a shocked expression as her hand covered her mouth. I looked down and noticed that, once again, I was covered with blood.

  I looked up at her and shook my head. “I don’t have time for this shit!” I said out loud as I ran down the stairs. Too bad for me, she took off running and ran straight back to her car. She dropped the keys just as I made it to the bottom of the stairs. I tried to keep running but slipped on something wet. “Ah, fuck my life!” I screamed out once I realized it was Twan’s blood.

  I hopped up and ran as fast as I could to her car. I jumped on top of it as she backed out of her parking spot. This bitch sped off like I wasn’t on her car. “Crazy bitch,” I thought to myself as I began to punch the windshield of her car. I was punching it as hard as I could but my licks were doing nothing to it. She slammed on breaks and I flew off the top of her car and landed in rubbish.

  “We’re looking for Michelle Melton in connection with the murder of Andre…” I grabbed the remote and muted the television before the news anchor could finish her statement. I killed Dre six weeks ago and you would think they would just give it up already. Hell, it ain’t like he was somebody important! He was an ain’t shit ass nigga that was plotting to kill his best friend.

  They got me holed up in the raggedly ass roach motel as I waited on the megabus to come to the station that’s right across the street. I’ve shaved my head completely, so I wouldn’t be easily recognized as I skipped town. It was only a $20 ride to Atlanta and I brought snacks, so I would never have to get off the bus. I peeked out the window just as the bus pulled up. I hauled ass all the way out of the room and to the bus stop and left everything behind but my wallet with my fake ID in it. I guess I’ll catch Tamia later.

  Rashard

  I’ve been looking for Michelle’s ass everywhere and I hadn’t had any luck. I put a reward on her head for anyone who could bring her to me alive but it was like she had dropped off the face of the earth. That reason and that reason alone is why I was pressing so hard for Tamia to move into the house I bought her. I didn’t want to have to worry about her getting hurt because I couldn’t protect her. Hell, she won’t even tell me where she is. I need her to move in today, so I can put all of my focus on finding Michelle before the police does. I saw her on the news, so I guess Lisa was right about her. Hell, Tiffany tried to tell me but I didn’t even listen to her. I bet Michelle killed her too. Twan been missing in action for so long that I don’t know if they killed him or if he’s a part of it all.

  I’m just glad Myra and Candy pulled through. Bo wasn’t as lucky. He’s in a coma and they’re saying it doesn’t look good for him. That shit is all his fault though. He should have teamed up with me instead of against me and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be in the hospital right now. My mama was on
my ass about going to see him until I told her what happened to him and why. Hell, she stopped going to see him too.

  Raphael’s been blowing me up to come down to the club and see the new cage dancer he hired. Apparently, she’s been raking in more dough than Candy was and those are big shoes to fill! Whoever she is, she’s taking over, and it sounds like he better get a handle on her before she be gunning for his job. I’ll get down there when I can though but right now, I need to make sure Chardae’s ass is out of my house.

  I hopped in my car and drove to Dead Man’s Cove and picked up two smokers. I had $10 a piece to clean the house out for me, so I could put it up for rent. When we walked inside the house, I couldn’t believe my eyes. This bitch wrecked my entire fucking crib, like she’s Wreck It Ralph or something. I walked through the house and all of the flat screens were bent in and cracked from whatever she hit them with. I walked in the kitchen and she had broken every dish in that bitch! I went inside that baby’s room and it was completely empty. Probably the only room that the smokers wouldn’t have to clean.

  “I’m going to give ya’ll $20 apiece. Get started,” I said, as I sat on the couch. I needed to make sure I dropped them off and made it to the new house to cook Tamia dinner before she got there.

  Tamia

  After we left the police station, we drove straight back home because Armani hadn’t called me to meet her yet. I went straight to my room to start packing shit up to move, so Rashard wouldn’t have to come here and help me. Hell, I didn’t even want him to know I was ever staying here.

  “You leaving?” Amere asked from the doorway.

  “Yes. I’m moving in the house Rashard bought me,” I said and heard him sigh dramatically. I turned around and gave him my undivided attention as I waited for him elaborate on his dramatics but he just stood there. “He’s not going to be staying there with me. Everything’s in my name and I just want my own space,” I explained, although most of it was a lie.

  Yes, my name is on the deed but so is Rashard’s, so if he wanted to be there, he very well could. Amere just nodded his head and walked away and it couldn’t have been at a better time because my phone chimed, indicating I had a text message.

  Rashard: b home by 6 for dinner

  I didn’t reply but the smile that spread across my face could not be stopped. I packed faster than ever and began carrying my bags to my car. Rashard told me he had bought me a Benz truck and had I not been acting stupid, I’d have it now but instead, it’s parked at my new house waiting on me to get some act right. I smiled brighter at the thought of him saying that, like he knew he had me at hello or some shit.

  By the time I finished loading my car, Armani was ready for me to meet her for lunch, so I swung by the new house and carried my things inside. It felt like someone was watching me as I walked back to my car, so I quickened my pace and pulled off. I didn’t even check to see if I saw anyone because my main concern was to get away from them.

  Had I been inside I wouldn’t have cared because Rashard has safe rooms and panic rooms all over the house! I don’t know what he was thinking about when he had all of that installed. Hell, I don’t even know where he got the money to get all of this shit done.

  I shook my head to rid myself of all of those thoughts as I drove to meet Armani.

  Armani

  Tamia and I pulled up at the restaurant at the same time and for the first time in a long time, I was happy to see her. Since Dave and I have been together, I’ve realized that I was just jealous of Tamia because it doesn’t matter what life throws at her, she smiles and throws it right back. I was jealous of the strength that she has to overcome anything and the determination she has to be successful. I hated the fact that you could never look at her and tell when she was going through it. I use to say she thought she was better than me but now I see that it was me that thought she was better than me. Dave has showed me that nobody is better than me and that I can be successful too.

  “Hey boo,” I said, as I met her at the door and gave her a hug. I was excited because I had a surprise for her.

  “Hey,” she said, then opened the door for me to enter first. The host lead us to our table and she looked at me crazy when she saw the third seat.

  “I have a surprise guest for you,” I said then smiled. I noticed the look she gave me and it let me know that she still doesn’t trust me. I don’t blame her though because I wouldn’t trust me either, but I’ve changed.

  “Who?” she asked, just as my guest came strutting her extra sexy ass to our table. I nodded my head in her direction and Tamia turned to look at her. “Hey Candy!” she said all excited and what not, as she stood up to give her a whole hug. I felt the jealousy take over as I watched them embrace when she just gave me half a hug and a dry hey. I sucked my teeth as I waited for Candy to speak to me but she didn’t.

  They talked and caught up for ten minutes and 29 seconds, like I wasn’t sitting at the table with them. I can’t even tell you what they were saying because I had long since tuned them out after I spotted a familiar face as it entered the restaurant arm and arm with his wife! Yes, the wife he told me he left to be with me. I sat at the table stoned face, trying to calm myself down as pain and rage filled my soul.

  I watched her laugh as he held her hands and stared into her eyes the same way he had been staring into mine. He didn’t have to do me like that. We could have kept fucking with no strings attached, especially since Joe hasn’t been around at all. I guess that was too much like right though. Why lead me on and play with my heart when my feelings weren’t involved until you played on them? What did I ever do to deserve this? I was his shoulder to cry on about the bitch, for crying out loud.

  I felt the hot tears sting my face as I stood up abruptly and knocked my chair over in the process. “Armani, what’s wrong?” Tamia asked. I looked at her then back at Dave, who was now looking in my direction, along with everyone else in the restaurant but I didn’t give a damn. I stormed over to their table pissed beyond measure.

  “So, this how we doing it?” I asked him and completely ignored her.

  “Who are you? Do we know each other?” he asked with a serious expression on his face. I reared back and slapped the shit out of him. When he looked back up at me, I could tell he was mad but so was I! I guess that made two of us.

  “Sweetie, my husband may have fucked you and he may have paid you but don’t get in your feelings about it. He does that from time to time. You aren’t the first and you won’t be the last. How much we owe you?” she asked with a slight smirk on her face.

  I heard Tamia telling me to let it go as she tugged softly on my arm, but I was not about to leave this table. “You go be with your best friend,” I said to her and gestured towards the door that Candy was walking out of. She huffed, rolled her eyes, and walked away. I should have known she wouldn’t have my back.

  “Sweetie, your husband been doing more than fucking me. He’s been living with me these past couple of weeks. Now, ya’ll owe me for about 18 years bitch, I’m pregnant!” I said, then grabbed both of their glasses, poured it on top of them, and left.

  Tamia

  I was so happy to see Candy and catch up with her and I had Armani to thank for that, but that bullshit she just pulled is not ok. I recognized that nigga as soon as I saw him as the sponsor that caught me watching them have sex. She should have known that he wasn’t shit and left him alone, but she allowed her feelings to get involved; now, they’re hurt.

  I got a job I’d like to keep, so it’s about that time that I cut her negative energy bringing ass completely off. I don’t have time for that. I thought she was growing up and I thought that she was changing but she wasn’t. She was still the same drama filled, trained to go Armani Wright from the coast. You got to want to be better and Armani just doesn’t want to.

  I shook my head as I followed Candy out the door and hopped in my car. I drove all the way to our new house with an uneasy feeling, but I didn’t know why I was feeling that way.
When I pulled up, Rashard was already there and came out to help me get my bags out of the car. I got the feeling that someone was watching me again as Rashard leaned over to kiss my forehead.

  I looked around but I didn’t see anyone, so I walked in the house behind Rashard. When I walked in, there were rose petals leading to a table for two. I walked right up to the table and took my seat. After Rashard put my bags in my room, he joined me. When I removed the lid from the tray, I couldn’t do anything but laugh.

  “What?” he asked with a smirk on his face. I looked at my plate with six chicken nuggets and French fries and couldn’t help but laugh again.

  “You tried,” I said in between laughs.

  “And put a smile on your face,” he said, as he slid me the bottle of ketchup and cup of barbecue sauce. We dug in and ate the chicken nuggets. I was starving because I didn’t eat when I was with Armani.

  After we finished eating, he led me into the kitchen for wine and chocolate covered strawberries. We sipped wine and talked as we fed each other strawberries. Without notice, Rashard placed his soft lips against mine. He pulled me to the edge of the counter as we continued to kiss. I could feel his dick getting hard as the kiss deepened. My clit started to throb, so I slid closer and wrapped my legs around his waist.

  I pulled him in as close as I could as I kissed him hungrily. This is something I’d be wanting since I met him and I was finally getting it. I pushed him away from me and pulled my shirt off. I undressed quickly as I watched him unbuckle his pants and drop them around his ankles. His boxers followed suit and his hard dick stood at attention. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear it winked at me.

  He sat me back on the counter and dove head first in this pussy. I grinded against his face as he ate me out like it was his last meal. My body began to tremble as he slid me to the edge of the counter and continued to suck on my clit. He stood upright and kissed my lips, and I could taste my sweet juices on his tongue.