Darius’s body stiffened as his feet suddenly stopped. Ciara gyrated with the vibration of an electrical dick long enough to accommodate two pussies at the same time.
Reaching for her purple panties sprawled on the floor, Ciara yelled, “How did you get in here? Get out!”
Darius laughed, then said, “You’d better get used to that phony plastic black bologna ’cause you’ll never feel Slugger again.” Clenching his crotch, Darius hoisted his hard-on up and down several times.
“Fuck you, Darius! You arrogant bastard.”
The word bastard lingered momentarily. Darius thought, “Maybe once upon a time when I didn’t know my biological father. Bump that. I’m not letting some female degrade me. Not at all.”
Ciara pointed toward the door. “Get out! Now! If I didn’t have a business to operate I swear I would’ve stayed out of the country, as far away from your inconsiderate ass as possible. I hate you!”
“You know you want this stiff dick inside you. Let me help relieve some of your frustrations. Let me counter some of that hate with some good lovin’.” Darius locked the door and then suggested, “You’re already pregnant so if you want the real thing, why don’t you give your husband some of that”—Darius whispered—“sweet creamy pussy? She’s already moist.”
The beige personal-sized blanket lying on Ciara’s maroon leather loveseat was stained. Darius knew Ciara well enough to recognize she was on the verge of cumming. “You know you want to feel this Mandingo rod of flesh sliding in your hot pussy.” Darius maneuvered his dick up his thigh and removed Slugger from his pants. Slowly he pumped from the head to the base deep into his nuts while gazing into Ciara’s eyes. “Mmm, he wants her.”
Ciara’s breathing became rapid. Her nostrils flared so wide Darius saw the hairs inside her nose. “Aw, yeah. That’s my spot,” Darius said, squeezing pre-cum from his head. “Look at that. I know you’re hot. I am, too. Breast milk is oozing from your plump nipples. Let me lick.” Darius’s tongue traced his lips, leaving a thin coat of saliva.
Ciara’s double-Ds had increased to double-Es during her pregnancy. Crumpling the blanket then stuffing it into a black leather handbag, Ciara said, “Darius, you know what your problem is? You’re lovable. But you don’t how to love. You’re right. I am horny but I’m not desperate.”
Oh, snap. The fake dick retracted several times with one press of a button. Ciara tossed what was now a compact umbrella case into the same bag. Damn, what a hellava transformation.
“C’mon, let me taste you,” Darius pleaded, kissing Ciara’s gigantic, dark cherry-painted lips while rubbing his engorged head against her clit. Darius unfastened her soiled blouse, unsnapped her soaked bra, dabbed her wet nipples with his fingertips, and then gently sampled her milk. “Mmm, sweet.” That would be a lucky kid sucking on those tits every day. His index finger probed between Ciara’s bushy luscious lips, spreading them apart. Warm, thick cum juices saturated his fingertips. Unbuckling his pants with one hand, Darius massaged Ciara’s cum into her clitoris, causing her to jerk several times. She didn’t stop him so he whispered, “Turn around.”
Ciara was hot and tight and already pregnant so Darius didn’t bother putting on one of the condoms in his back pocket. Easing the head in, Darius fantasized maybe he should fuck Ashlee and Desire, too, since they hadn’t delivered the babies they’d claimed he fathered. Pregnant pussy was sin city. Made Darius wanna holla. He’d never felt anything so stimulating and climactic since he’d broken Maxine’s virginity. Darius withdrew to avoid prematurely ejaculating. Slowly he reentered Ciara. Stroking back and forth, savoring the sensation, Darius penetrated Ciara a little more with each thrust. She trembled with convulsions as her muscles throbbed along his shaft.
“Yes, daddy sho’ nuff knows you wanted this big dick, gurl.”
This probably wasn’t a good time to ask for the money Darius needed but what choice did he have? He was practically broke. But first he had to let the cum in his balls explode. Ciara’s hips popped and rotated Slugger into her pussy pocket tucked away in the deepest socket of her vagina.
“Whew,” Ciara said, spitting Slugger out like a wad of bubble gum, laughing. “Thanks for the stress release. I knew I married you for a reason.”
Darius blurted, “Ciara, I need a million dollars,” holding his limp dick.
Ciara’s smile converted into a frown. “What you need is a conscience, muthafucka,” she replied, cleaning herself with baby wipes then putting on fresh underwear and a different outfit. “Get out of my office.”
Neatly, Ciara folded the clothes she’d taken off and placed them in her leather bag along with her other accessories, and then stored the bag in the empty bottom drawer of her lock-type file cabinet.
Wondering what else was in that bag, Darius asked, “Can I have one of those?” pointing to the white cloths.
Ciara’s secretary buzzed on the intercom. “Ms. Monroe, your one o’clock is here.”
Tossing the blue box, Ciara said, “Just in time. Good, send her in in five minutes,” then spayed cinnamon air freshener toward the floor.
Meticulously Darius cleaned Slugger and folded him away. Unlocking the door, he said, “I’ll wait in your conference room until you’re through but I’m not leaving without a check. Don’t forget I’m still legally your husband and I’m entitled to half of everything you own.”
“Then sue me, Darius. That’s how you kill every spirit around you. You’ll fuck over someone every chance you get. Even your mother. But right now what you need to do is get the hell out of my office before I call my media contacts and let everyone know how screwed up your life really is.”
The homeless woman’s voice echoed between Darius’s ears. Death follows you.
Kimberly Stokes, Darius’s number one piece, walked into Ciara’s office wearing one of the mink coats Darius had bought her over the years. Kimberly was still his number one sex buddy. He hoped.
Kimberly smiled. “Oh, Darius. Hi. It’s a pleasant surprise seeing you here. I thought you were supposed to be in Oakland.”
“Yeah, I was.” Darius nodded upward at Kimberly then said, “Call me later. Better yet, stop by my place when you leave here.”
Shaking her head, Ciara’s eyes shifted to the corners and narrowed. Before Ciara embarrassed him further, Darius closed her door, this time from the outside of her office.
Where in the hell was everybody driving at noon? Interstate 5 was a parking lot. Inching along the freeway to his exit Darius thought, “Kimberly’s not going to stop by after talking to Ciara.”
Darius entered his home and lay across the sofa, letting the television watch him. How much was his plasma screen worth? Looking around his home, Darius realized he could get a lot of money if he sold some of his stuff. Or he could write a check from one of his accounts to the other, then withdraw the funds the next day before the check bounced.
Awakening to the ding-dong tone of his doorbell, Darius switched channels to his outdoor monitor. Kimberly. She’d showed up at three o’clock. Darius acted as if he was happy to see her. Slugger was overjoyed. Maybe he could get a financial return on the investments of all the shit he’d bought Kimberly.
“Hey, baby. How’ve you been?” Darius greeted Kimberly, knowing he didn’t give a damn about her anymore.
“Great. I’m so excited about my starring role. Can you believe it? I’m going to be an icon. A household name!” Kimberly tossed her jacket onto the chaise.
Not another female flaming about the success she hadn’t earned. Darius had to deflate Kimberly’s ego. “Not. Only actors with substance and history are icons. Not actresses. But I do wish you well. Let me get that credit card back I gave you. You won’t be needing my resources anymore.”
Unzipping her Coach purse, Kimberly handed Darius the platinum Visa and said, “Here, take it. That’s why I stopped by. This account is closed. You don’t know how embarrassed I was standing at the jewelry counter in Tiffany’s when they told me the card was declined.
I made him run my diamond earrings twice.”
“You’re joking. Right?” Twice? She’d tried to run his shit twice? Darius’s dick went limp.
Kimberly’s head swung side to side. “But you’re right. I don’t need your money.”
“What the hell! This is bullshit!” Darius paced his living room floor watching some beer commercial. When the sexy woman in a bikini lounging on the beach licked her lips, Slugger got hard again. Darius’s hands rested on Kimberly’s waist. “Give daddy some brain, my head hurts.”
Darius kissed Kimberly. The room darkened. Kimberly’s forehead wrinkled. Her eyebrows drew close together, almost touching. The picture on the big screen disappeared. The date and numbers on the digital clock erased. The lights vanished. Darius flipped the light switch. Pressed the TV remote. Nothing.
“Wait here.”
As Darius journeyed through his place—bedrooms, family room, garage—flipping switches and pressing buttons, every electrical unit was off. Darius peeped through his vertical blinds. It was still daylight outside so he couldn’t tell if his neighborhood had a power outage. He raced out to the white utility truck blocking his driveway.
“Hey, man. What’s going on?” Darius asked, zipping his pants.
The utility man dressed in orange overalls asked, “You didn’t get the disconnection notice?”
“This is bullshit, man. You’ve definitely made a mistake. Not my house. Turn her electric back on, brotha. I’ll straighten this out tomorrow.”
Of all times to see his next-door neighbor, Michael Baines. Darius turned his back to Michael, facing the electrician.
Loudly, the electrician said, “Sorry, man. Can’t do,” and put the key in the ignition.
“I’ve got a fine-ass honey inside, percolating anxious for me to do her. Just this one time.”
The electrician slammed his door as if he was the one annoyed, rolled down his window, and replied, “I need my job so I can go home and get laid. No sense in both of us missing out.”
Walking back inside, Darius lied, “The electrician made a mistake. Everything should be taken care of shortly. We don’t need lights,” he said, rubbing Kimberly’s nipples through her thin blue sweater.
Kimberly held Darius’s hands. “No, but we do need hot water.”
“It’ll be back on shortly, I told you. By the time we’re done, you can shower.”
Kimberly’s lips tightened. She glanced up at Darius and said, “Then why did the electrician leave?”
“Don’t question me. After all I’ve done for you! The only lip service I want from you is below the waistline!”
Kimberly’s arm stretched back. Darius’s fingers wrapped around her wrist, inches from his face. Pushing Kimberly away, Darius angrily said, “Get your trifling gold-digging ass out of my house before you make me—”
“Do what, Darius? Get a job. Stop trippin’.” Kimberly picked up her jacket. “Ciara told me you asked her for money. And that your parents are still cutting you off financially until you officially start school because summer school doesn’t count. Baby, I’ve earned everything you’ve given me and more.”
“I’ll make sure someone else gets your part.”
Kimberly smiled, then started strutting toward the front door. “Too late. I signed the contract today.” Tossing her fake horse hair over her shoulder, Kimberly snapped her fingers twice. “Can you say millionaire?”
Darius opened the door wide and yelled, “Get out! Looking at you is making me sick.”
Still grinning, Kimberly said, “In a few hours it won’t matter, now will it?” She paused, then continued, “Oh yeah, I almost forgot. You’ll be fine. Dogs can see in the dark. Good-bye, Darius.” Kimberly left abruptly.
As he slammed the door, Darius’s cell phone rang. The last person he wanted to talk to was Fancy, but she was the closest person he had to a friend.
“Hey, Fancy. What’s up? I missed my flight. You still want me to come and keep you company?”
“Sure, come on.” Fancy was still enthusiastic.
Darius’s boarding pass was in his pocket so he could exchange it for another pass and stay at Fancy’s place in Oakland for the weekend until he figured out how to come up with some money. Darius couldn’t wait until the semester started. Going to UCLA and playing basketball were his future jobs. Until then, he’d have to come up with something, but working for someone else wasn’t in his plans. Think, Darius. Think.
Kevin Williams. Why hadn’t Darius thought of his thieving half brother before? Last time they’d spoken at the funeral, Kevin claimed Wellington had frozen all of his accounts and assets. How foolish of Darius to have believed two liars. Kevin’s ass owed him over a million dollars. It was time for Kevin and Wellington to pay. One way or another, Darius would recoup what was rightly his.
CHAPTER 16
Fancy enjoyed another fabulous night until the dawn with Darius in her arms. She hadn’t imagined Darius as a homebody, but he didn’t want to go out to dinner, he wasn’t hungry, and at her request, he denied allowing her to spend the night at his house. They ordered a vegetarian pizza, and when the pizza arrived, Darius disappeared into the bathroom for fifteen minutes. Consuming two-thirds of the pizza, they watched all three Scary Movie flicks, laughing until their stomachs hurt from those hilarious Wayans brothers. The following morning when Fancy suggested going to breakfast, Darius declined.
Fancy asked, “Well, how about dinner tonight?”
Removing the plastic from his freshly dry-cleaned slacks, Darius said, “Naw, I’d better not make plans. I might have to fly back to L.A. tonight. If I don’t, I’ll come back by.”
“Darius, I’m not the type of woman who wants to stay at home having sex every night without going someplace. So if you want to take me out tonight, call me by noon. If not, I might make other plans.”
Darius slipped his crewneck short-sleeved navy shirt over his head and said, “That’s cool.” Darius kissed Fancy’s lips. “Don’t make any plans, I’ll call you later.”
Escorting Darius to the door, Fancy thought, “He must be crazy if he thinks I’m going to sit around wasting my time waiting for him to decide if he wants to take me out.” Fancy closed the door and then changed the linen on her bed. Glancing at the corner of her living room, Darius’s shoes, jeans, and button-up shirt were still there. Quickly Fancy packed his belongings in a black trash bag and placed the bag inside the closet in the back room where she kept her clothes. Racks of clothes on wheels were situated throughout the room like a miniature department store. No man, including Darius, was making his mark on her without making a commitment.
Tossing her throw pillows onto her loveseat, Fancy paused when her phone rang. “Good, he called soon,” Fancy said before looking at the caller ID. Byron’s name was displayed where Darius’s name should’ve been.
“Good morning, Byron.”
“Good morning to you. What are you doing tonight?”
Fancy hesitated and then said, “Nothing. Why?”
“I have a referral for you. Can I take you out?”
A date would be nice, Fancy thought, asking, “Where?”
“You know me. Don’t ask. You wanna make some money or not? Maybe we can become partners and you can donate a portion of your commission proceeds to my nonprofit for every referral. Besides, I miss you, Fancy.”
Byron was hallucinating if he thought Fancy would agree to give his organization money on his terms. “I need to see you, too,” Fancy said, realizing she’d have to tell Byron about Darius eventually.
“Cool. I’ll pick you up at six. ’Bye.”
Fancy didn’t know why she had agreed to go on a date with Byron minutes after Darius had left her place. Was it necessary for her to go out with Byron? Fancy could’ve told Byron about Darius before she hung up the phone. Darius was obviously upset about something but refused to discuss his problems. His deep laughs during the movies were mostly genuine, but there were times when Darius should’ve been laughing with her and
either didn’t respond or his burst of laughter was poignantly delayed. The same distant responses Fancy gave Desmond at the comedy show, Darius had given Fancy last night.
Byron’s devious ways annoyed Fancy but his promise to send her a client justified one last face-o-face date. Plus, Fancy wanted to give closure to her estranged relationship with Byron and let him know she was dating his friend.
Slipping into a sweatsuit, Fancy rode the elevator to the lobby, greeted Mr. Cabie, then crossed the street. Jogging along the trail, Fancy wondered if she could have a meaningful relationship with Darius.
If only Mandy would forgive her. Why did she have to call Mandy a bitch? Fancy convinced herself that her outburst was the real reason Mandy refused to see her. Fancy could talk with SaVoy, but SaVoy was too judgmental. Caroline was too busy. And Desmond was . . . Glancing at her wristwatch, it was before five in Atlanta, maybe she could call Dez. “Never mind,” Fancy said to herself. “If Desmond wanted to talk to me, he would’ve called by now.” Trina must have persuaded Desmond to marry or agree to marry her by now. Especially since they were living together.
Fancy’s legs sprinted the three and a half miles around Lake Merritt in less than forty-five minutes. Returning home, sweaty and confused, Fancy soaked in a tub of herbal essence homemade tea mixtures wrapped in packets of cheese cloth and fresh red and white rose petals from the bouquet Darius had given her last night. No milk and honey bath for Byron, but her pampering baths weren’t about Byron or Darius. Regardless of the stress in her life, Fancy was going to age gracefully and no man would have her looking ten years older than her actual age, like Caroline. Fancy wondered how Marvin was treating her mother and if Caroline was still acting like a little kid.
Stepping out of the tub, Fancy dried her feet, then went to her closet bedroom, selected the crimson baby doll dress and matching open-toed sling-backs trimmed in coral blue, then hot-curled the ends of her hair. Swooping her weaved strands into a circle atop her head and off of her face, Fancy bent the ends then applied her makeup. Men had no idea what women went through to prepare for a date. Selecting the ruby earrings Byron had bought, and the diamond necklace Harry gave her, Fancy was almost ready for her last date with Byron.
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