“What if I had…company?” He smirked at her with his baby face. Those dimples. Sasha rolled her eyes.
“I didn’t see her car.” Jayde’s car was the first thing she had looked for when she pulled up. “And I wasn’t worried about your other numerous dust bunnies. Look, if it’s a bad time…” She started to get up.
“Nah…I’m glad you came. Relax.” He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back down. “You want something to drink?”
“No, I don’t want Heineken or tap water. No thanks,” she cracked.
“You sooo boogee,” he chuckled. “I got wine. What? I can’t have wine?”
“You cannn,” Sasha said pursing her lips. “But why would you?”
Bleek stood up and smirked.
“For those numerous dust bunnies you speak of,” he winked. He turned to walk away and Sasha sucked her teeth.
“Them bitches do not drink wine,” she mumbled.
“Hey! I don’t want no boxed wine!” She shouted. She could hear him laugh in the distance.
When he returned with a glass of Merlot, Sasha smiled.
“Thanks.” Bleek took a seat next to her on the couch at a respectful distance and propped his arm up on the cushions behind her.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Nope.”
“Good,” he shot back. “’Cause I don’t wanna hear about it.”
Sasha punched him playfully and he laughed. She shrugged.
“Regular Chauncey. Found some bitch’s number in his car.”
Bleek shrugged.
“Probably wasn’t shit. C ain’t that dumb…Don’t nobody write down numbers no more anyway,” he quipped. Even though he wanted her, he wasn’t a hater. And he really ain’t have shit against Chaunc. He actually liked him. He just liked Sasha more.
“Yeah well, I’m still sick of it. I’m sick of the fuck ups. After all that he put me through, he needs to be a fucking saint from now on,” she spat seriously.
“Yeah, but that’s impossible. Shit gonna get rocky sometime, shawty,” Bleek told her with a slight laugh. “And if you forgive somebody, then you can’t hold on to the old shit and pile it on top of the new shit. That’s fucked up.”
Sasha squinted at him.
“And whose side are you on?” She asked with attitude.
He sat up and took the glass out of her hand and sat it on the table.
“My side.” Leaning in, he kissed her lips softly and Sasha’s body creamed.
“Bleek,” she spoke softly, pulling back. “I shouldn’t be here… This ain’t even what I came here for.”
“Then what you come here for?” He asked her seriously. Sasha thought of Chauncey and then she thought of him smiling up in Lizette’s face as she gave him her number. She leaned in and kissed Bleek this time on her will. This time she let him taste her tongue.
“I parked the car down the street…don’t worry,” she felt the need to say.
He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her deeply once more, then brought his lips to her cheek and kissed it up to her ear where he rested and ran his tongue along it.
“I’m glad you volunteered that information…but I’m not worried.”
He moved his body in front of hers, pushing her back against his couch pillows as he groped her body. Chauncey was a great lover, he was always in control, but Bleek made Sasha feel so sexy, like he couldn’t wait to get her clothes off, like she was giving him an opportunity of a lifetime. Maybe it was his youth.
“Damn, Sasha. You smell good as hell,” he mumbled, licking and sucking on her neck. Sasha had been fresh out of the tub when Chauncey had come home, and she knew he smelled her signature Rice and Shea Flower scented skin.
“Bleek,” she cried as he maneuvered his fingers up her inner thigh and toward her panties. He used his other hand to pull the top of her dress down as he began to suck and nibble on her breasts.
“Damn this pussy so wet and hot, Sasha. I just wanna suck on yo’ shit all night. You gonna let me?” He asked her through mouthfuls of her titties. Sasha closed her eyes as he fingered her clit and waited for her answer like a true gentleman. He liked that shit talking, and Sasha already felt guilty, but not guilty enough to stop. But telling him to do some shit was way worse than just letting him do some shit.
“Um…” That’s all she could give him. Bleek slid down to his knees and pushed the table back a little. Then he sat her legs up on his shoulders and slowly lifted her panties off.
Sasha didn’t protest, she was completely silent.
“I’ma show you what I can make this pussy do.” He said the words so sensual, Sasha let out a gasp. Bleek kept his eyes on hers as he dove in and wrapped his thick lips around her jewel.
“Oh!” Sasha cried out as he gently slurped on her pearl, then moved his wide tongue in slow circles, embarking her on a one way trip to ecstasy.
“Bleek,” she called as he steadied his pace, lapping at her like she was on a plate. Bleek spread her wider and went lower, tickling her rear hole with the tip of his tongue.
“Ohhh shittt,” she called out as he began to alternate. He found his rhythm as he went back and forth, front to back, licking her ass and sucking on her clit. He had Sasha grinding on his face. The young boy definitely knew what he was doing, she remembered Jayde bragging on how he’d ate her until she had passed out. Sasha couldn’t believe it. Her pussy was jumping in his mouth like pop rocks. Three minutes in and she was already…
“Cumminggg….Ooooh Bleekkkk, I’m cummmmingggggggg…”
“Well come the fuck on…gimme that nut,” he barked as he continued to slurp. Sasha jerked her body up like she was having convulsions as she pumped his face with a vengeance. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but just like a dude letting a girl get his shit off, she felt no guilt at that moment.
“Fuck! Oohhhh eatttt itttt…oooh suckkkk ittttt! Ohhh Bleeekkkkk!”
Sasha’s legs shook violently and her orgasm roared through her entire body. She curled her toes so hard that her foot caught an instant cramp. Bleek could really eat some pussy.
“Ah!” She screamed.
He stood up with a wicked grin and a dick pointing straight out through his basketball shorts.
“I told you I was gonna show you what that pussy could do. Now I’ma show you what this dick can do, too.”
Sasha trembled and ran her hands over his cut up body. Was she ready for this?
“Bleek…I don’t know…”
“Ssshhh….” He told her smoothly as he silenced her with a kiss, letting her taste herself. “Why you acting like it’s our first time?”
“It was the thrill that kept you…the allure of the game. You were a gangster like myself because you were good at it. Now that you aren’t…you don’t know what else to be.”
– Leroy Knights, Still Thicker than Water
-9-
Two Weeks Later
“Did I, or did I not tell you! Oh my god! Did you see those punk ass prosecutors’ faces when the judge said it?” Jayde screamed, lifting the bottle of champagne straight to her lips with a cocky laugh.
“Case dismissed!” Johnny repeated, mocking the white judge’s tone.
Tatum smiled and just shook her head in disbelief. All had gone exactly how they said. But she still couldn’t celebrate…wouldn’t celebrate…until he was home.
True to her word, Jayde had gotten the right judge on the case. And the prosecutors had huffed and puffed, scrambled and scattered trying to piece together any type of case when the judge moved for a speedy hearing. When they didn’t have evidence, Johnny moved for an immediate dismissal. And it worked!
“Ssh! Ssh! Ssshh! It’s on!” Jayde hushed everyone. Tatum looked at her side eyed, she was acting as if Ree was her man. They all turned to the television where anchorwoman Blake Gibson was giving the latest.
“Well, today’s hearing of alleged mega gangster Sean Knights, also known as Respect, ended rather quickly and for some, unexpectedly. Knights
was cleared on all charges of drug trafficking, racketeering, and conspiracy, all due to insufficient evidence on the prosecutor’s part. Jamaican-born Knights, was warranted back in 2007 but then proclaimed a fugitive when authorities could not locate him. However, Knights’ attorney, well known self proclaimed big shot, Johnny Carson, simply stated today that Knights was not in hiding, nor running, just on vacation and “laying low”. I’m not too sure what that means, but what I do know is that he is now…innocent, as Judge Sparks quoted, and free to live his life. Judge Sparks also warned prosecutors to tread a thin line being that there is talk the warrant that was used to raid Knights’ West Orange, New Jersey home years ago, was not signed until after the search took place. He said everything but the word counter lawsuit, which I am sure will keep authorities from harassing Knights anymore, as Sparks also quoted. How exactly that would be, not to mention why the hearing took place here in Atlanta and not in New Jersey where Knights’ warrant was originally produced, are some of the major questions surrounding this case. Questions that I guess will probably not be answered…”
“What the hell is a mega gangster?” Johnny asked as he let out a chuckle.
“Respect…is a muthafuckin’ mega gangsta!” Jayde boasted as she flicked off the television and laughed. “I mean, did you see that circus? Those cameras? They ate him up. And he handled it so well. It was just…perfect.”
Tatum could’ve sworn she saw stars in Jayde’s eyes.
“We should celebrate! Let’s go out to dinner! Take Ree out when he gets home tonight,” Jayde suggested excitedly. Tatum sighed and stood up, walking over to the dining room table and thumbing through the mail.
“Um…no. I…I really don’t feel like going out. I’d rather cook a nice dinner.”
“That sounds perfect! What do you want to make it, like 8 ish? We can cook his favorites.”
Tatum crinkled her brow at Jayde.
“His favorites? How do you… Look, Jayde,” Tatum chuckled. “Just…just let me handle that.” She wanted to also say that she’d rather the dinner be for just them two. But Johnny was already rubbing his hands together and they had been responsible for concocting the whole plan that led to his freedom.
Jayde smirked.
“No problem.”
“Eight sounds perfect,” Johnny interrupted. “That way I can go home, shower, change, go over the last of the paperwork and get back here to celebrate.” He shot Tatum a wink. She wasn’t quite sure why.
“What time should I go and get him?” Tatum asked.
“He should be released between 6 and 7pm.” Johnny knew all the details.
“I can go and get him while you cook,” Jayde volunteered.
“I can cook before then and still go and get him,” Tatum told her. “Don’t worry Jayde. You’ve done enough.” Tatum smiled her bright plastered smile and turned back to her mail. Jayde didn’t know, but Tatum didn’t play certain shit.
“Gotcha Pocahontas.”
“Okay…well. I’ll see you ladies tonight. Oh and um…” Johnny turned around and smiled at them. “Victory is ours.”
Jayde smiled back at him but Tatum just continued to concentrate on her task. She didn’t care about victory. She just wanted him home.
“Yo, Sash!” She heard her name being called.
“I’m in the shower!” She shouted back over the noise of the running water.
“Ay yo, Sash!”
Sasha sighed deep, reaching down and twisting the knobs of the central headed shower stall. Her quiet time had come to an end.
“Chauncey! I said I was in the shower!”
She stepped out and reached for her towel but it was nowhere in sight.
“Did I leave it in the room?”
Sasha let out a huff of air, mad as hell. She hated running across a floor with barefoot wet feet. She also hated when she had to open up the bathroom door fresh out the shower and not dry. She knew the air would be on. She knew the gust of freezing air was waiting for her on the other side.
“Ay yo, Sasha! Come here!”
“Ughhh!” Sasha huffed, bracing herself and snatching the door open.
“Chauncey! Wait, dammit! I’m not dresseddd!”
Sasha screamed the words as she jogged from the master bath to her bed butt naked and soaking wet.
“Hurry up, Come here!” Chauncey yelled again.
Sasha spotted her towel and snatched it up with much attitude.
“If he don’t shut the fuck uppp,” she mumbled through gritted teeth as she flung the towel around her and sent something falling to the ground. Déjà vu’ overtook her completely.
“I said hurry up,” Chauncey said again. But this time, he was closer, really close, and his voice was low.
Sasha kneeled down slowly, her shaky breath coming in short gasps.
He had done it again. A black velvet box lay opened on the ground, the glare from a ten karat princess cut diamond hypnotizing her before she could even pick it up.
“Oh my god…Chauncey…”
“So…how ‘bout it?” He asked her. It was the same words he had said when he proposed to her the first time, and he had pulled it off in the same manner. That meant something to her.
But that time, when he had proposed years ago, Sasha was perfect, and he was perfect, they were perfect. It was before everything. Now, they were both flawed.
An image of Bleek fucking her doggystyle on his couch popped in her head as she answered.
“Yes…Of-of course, Chauncey.”
Her eyes were filled with tears. She seemed a bit sad. But maybe she’s just mad emotional, Chauncey figured. Women were funny like that. But the first time…the first time she was jumping up and down.
She picked up the ring and slipped it out of the box, brought it to him and held her hand out.
“Put it on me,” she smiled lightly, looking at him with teary eyes.
“No doubt…this the only thing you want me to put on you?” He grinned as he slipped the ring on his finger.
Sasha chuckled, but paid little more to his innuendo as she looked away. Chauncey noted it but didn’t push.
“I love you, princess…always have…always will…”
Sasha matched his intense stare after he spoke the words.
“I know…I love you, too.”
This time was different.
“Tay…I got kinda bad news.”
Tatum glanced at the clock on the wall and the time read 5:46 pm. She was on her way out to pick Ree up and the call had stopped her dead in her tracks. She dreaded whatever Jayde was about to say to her.
“What…what is it? I’m on my way to pick up Ree.”
“Yeah, well…about that…” Tatum could tell Jayde was driving, and she was talking loud over her music. “Just spoke with the prison…they not releasing him ‘til the morning.”
“What!” Tatum snapped, pissed, hurt, and devastated at the same time.
“Yeah…I know, love. These jails are the worst! But they promise, first thing in the morning. 8am sharp!”
Tatum sucked her teeth and blew out air. Long days and cold nights without her man, it had been torture. She didn’t even have her best friend to comfort her or to talk to. All she had was a few short conversations with Crush when he called or stopped by. He was like her only friend at the moment. Tatum couldn’t consider Jayde a friend.
She missed Ree terribly. She had cooked his favorite dish, her oxtails and she had dressed in a new dress, a smoke colored number with a bustier top that sat her melons up like they were on display at a Farmer’s market. The back also accentuated her ample behind and distinguished hips. Her hair was loose and wavy, the way he liked, and she was wearing his favorite Escada scent. She had gone all out in her excitement.
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