“What are you talking about, Chase? What do you mean you were planning on it?”
“It’s simple. You can’t do a job like this and NOT catch feelings. You’re a woman. So that makes it easier for you to do what needs to be done because this is no longer about money. Now, you genuinely want to be with him and you can’t do that you until do what I paid you to do.”
Every move I made was calculated. I knew I would need a weak, vulnerable woman to pull this off. So, I did my research. I found out where all of the Donovan Tools and Supply employees hung out after work and paid attention. I made it my business to zero in on any female who appeared to be lonely and desperate for attention. After all, I could persuade desperate chicks to do just about anything if I played my cards right. As she nursed her gin and tonic, Kadeema’s eyes lit up for every low-life who flashed her a smile. Bingo! She was thirsty for attention and I had found my pawn.
“Chase, I can’t believe you set this shit up to happen this way. Initially, I agreed to do this because I needed the money and five thousand dollars seemed worth it at the time, but I can’t do this anymore. I love him.”
“Okay, well, that was an excellent little speech, but bitch, don’t play with me! Need I remind you that before you were fucking my brother I was the one swimming in that ass all night? Yeah, how do you think he would feel if he knew he was coming behind me getting my sloppy seconds? Or do you think he would be okay with the fact that I fucked you so hard in that tight lil’ ass you began to suck your thumb while begging me to stop!?” I taunted.
“He’ll never believe you. It’s your word against mine.”
Ha! Her ass was not knowing about me. She had better ask somebody! I always covered my ass because I did too much scandalous shit to people, especially women!
“Kadeema sweetheart, you should know by now to never underestimate me. Check your phone,” I instructed.
Giving her time to check her messages I waited for her response. I knew any minute she would either cry, scream or both. I didn’t give a damn. She just needed to know I wasn’t playing no fucking games. Finally, Kadeema gasped for air when she opened the video of her licking my ass and sucking my dick.
“You got the gift I sent you? I have one of those for every time we hooked up. I knew eventually you might pull some shit like this. So this is insurance. It would be a shame if Ty received these anonymously. Don’t you think?’
“Oh my God!” Kadeema wept. “You are such a fucking snake!”
“I don’t wanna hear that shit! You weren’t tripping when you were riding my snake every damn day! As a matter of fact, you loved every inch of it. Ain’t that what you said? I have yo’ skank ass on video saying you love the D so much you will do anything for me, including fuck my brother! So don’t be sittin’ up here like you’re the victim now! We both know you are far from it!”
Yeah, I was playing dirty, but that’s how it had to be until I pulled this shit off. Kadeema was just a piece of the puzzle. And she had been well compensated. Hell, she received five thousand grand and I gave her the D! So she just needs to bury her muthafucking feelings and play her part!
“Okay, Chase, you don’t have to be so insensitive. You paid me to do a job and I’m gonna do it. But after that, I’m done.”
I sucked my teeth. “A’ight, you won’t have any problems with me as long as you do what I need you to do. So wassup with you getting pregnant again?
“You have to give me some time. My body hasn’t healed completely from the miscarriage,” she informed me.
“Okay, well, I don’t know what you did wrong last time, but you need to take care of yourself. And make sure you don’t let that shit happen again. Maybe you need to make a doctor’s appointment. You know, to get your uterus checked out or something. You done had so many niggas running in and out of you, ain’t no telling what might be wrong!”
I could still hear Kadeema sniffling, but I didn’t have time for sympathy. I was an ass and I knew it. Actually, I was known for it. You’d think these hoes would stay clear of me. But for some reason, these women flocked to me like flies to shit.
“I told you I will get this shit done. You don’t have to be so inconsiderate, Chase. Again, I’ll do whatever needs to be done. I just want this shit over so Ty and I can get married.”
Who the fuck was she kidding? That shit was never going to work because I won’t allow it. I may be a bit narcissistic, but when I set out to destroy someone’s life, I don’t do a half-ass job of it. Although we are brothers, Tyrone was no exception. When I was done with him, he wouldn’t have a pot to piss in, or a window to throw it out of.
“Okay bet! Glad we’re on the same page,” I replied. “So listen, I know where wifey gets her hair done and what time. Maybe you can run into her and introduce yourself or something. Tell her some shit that will make her want to leave his ass.”
“Yeah,” she breathed. “He’s let that information slip a few times. I’m on it.”
Hopefully, this deal will be sealed within the next few months. This shit could have over and done with had Kadeema not lost our baby. Truth be told, I was little excited when she told me she was pregnant, but she felt some kind of way when I told her she needed to persuade Ty that it was his seed. Unfortunately, she lost the baby before we could put that plan into effect.
It was cool though. My plan was going better than I’d expected. I just needed to remain patient until everything was done. The look on Ty’s face would be one to remember when he sees Presley on my arm!
Chapter Twelve: Kadeema
Damn it, I needed to make something happen fast. I had no idea that Chase had videotaped us having sex. As upset as I was, I knew I had to handle my shit to keep Chase from blackmailing me. Ty could never know about Chase and me. It would destroy him. Pretty Brown Eyes blasted from my iPhone as a call came through.
“Hello?”
“Hey, ho’, whatchu doin’?” Keisha asked.
Keisha was my road-dawg. We’d known each other since middle school and now that we worked together at Donovan Tools and Supply, it was fun. We got into all kinds of shit out there at that damn job. I could always count on her to hold me down, but I could never tell her of my deal with Chase. She would never understand. She and Tyrone were actually good friends and if I hurt him she would hate me.
“Hey, girl, I was just chilling. About to get up and run some errands. Maybe hit the Galleria and visit the MAC store. I’m not sure yet.”
“Ooh, come get me. I’ll ride out with you,” she insisted.
Keisha didn’t need to be with me on this trip because I had something I needed to take care of. This was a solo mission and it would be better if she had no dealings with it. Besides, I was in no mood to play one hundred and one questions.
“Umm, you can come with me next time? I have so much stuff to do and so little time before I have to pick up the boys. But I owe you one. I promise,” I convinced her.
“Girl, yeah, that is fine! Holla at me later.”
Okay, now that I had gotten out of that, I dressed in my black sweatpants and a black hoodie. Ty had mentioned where Ms. Presley went to have her hair done, so I decided to take a trip to The Galleria. Humph! Visible Changes was a very expensive place to get your doo did. I couldn’t help but wonder if Ty treated her to a salon visit every week. It didn’t matter, in due time he would be spoiling me the way he does her and Miss Thang would have to kick rocks!
After I had calmed down a bit, I realized maybe this situation wouldn’t be so bad. I loved Ty and he loved me. I knew he wanted to be with me forever and once I helped Chase get what he wanted, I could have what I wanted. I WOULD be Mrs. Tyrone Marcel Chambers.
My demands had increased since we began our affair in March. Honestly, it was never my intention to fall for him. Ty was just a mark for me, but he treated me like a lady and not the slut I portrayed myself to be. I did anything for attention, but with Ty, I could be the woman I always wanted to be.
Ty and I only had fr
iendly conversations for a few weeks before becoming intimate. He made me feel loved before he even touched me. Ty even gave me money to purchase a living room set I had been describing to him. Again, I’d never had anyone care enough to do anything for me. Yes, I knew he was married, but that had never stopped me before. The only difference was I wanted this one for myself.
The first time Ty and I were alone the room was filled with sexual tension. I could barely stand it. He wanted me just as much as I did him, and I could only imagine where the rest of the night would lead to. We had both taken off from work to have some alone time. No sneaking around the building for kisses. No sneaking off around the corner to suck him off in his back seat. It was just us two alone at my house for the very first time. My mother had my sons. So, I cooked dinner, lit a few Vanilla Jasmine candles, and chilled a bottle of Moscato.
After a steak and potato dinner and a few glasses of Moscato, I was feeling very uninhibited. The slick spot between my legs was a mere indication of my next move. Rubbing my neck slowly, I allowed my hand to travel down my chest, caressing my perky breast. Ty’s mouth watered as he watched me massage my ripened nipples that resembled big, juicy blackberries. He rubbed his hand over his face as he was blindsided by my actions. His dick sprung to attention as the choice between doing right and wrong tortured him.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m making myself feel good,” I whispered, cocking my head to the side. “Does it bother you? Or does it turn you on? Let me ask you something….can you make me feel good?” I bit my bottom lip while steadying my gaze on Ty. I knew he was a bit nervous, but those nerves would take a backseat shortly.
“Shiit, I’m turned on like a muthafucka! But you know what you doing, too!”
“Mmm, and what am I doing?” I teased as I sampled my own honey. I became hotter than an egg on the sidewalk. Before he had a chance to respond, I swiped everything on the table onto the floor. I walked over to where he was and sat my ass on the table in front of him while continuing to massage my creamy slit.
“Soooo, you just gonna sit there and stare at her? She’s lonely and crying out for attention. Do you see how wet she is? Those are her tears. Can you stop her from crying, Ty?”
He could no longer resist. Ty had become flustered. Without hesitation, he scooted his chair closer to the edge of the marble top placing my legs on his shoulders and leaned in for something sweet. The way he maneuvered his tongue was unparalleled. He sucked, licked, slurped, nibbled and anything else he could think to do with his mouth.
“Ssss… Ohhh, fuuck!” I screamed.
“Mmm hmm,” he slurped. “Did you really think I was gon’ turn this sweet pussy down? No, ma’am! I live to eat pussy! I eat it for me, not for you!”
I’d underestimated him! He’d only been down there for five minutes and I’d already climaxed three times. Damn! Make that four!
“Oh. My. God!”
“What?” Ty slurped. “Whatchu about to do?”
“Baby, I’m about to cum!”
“Oh yeah? Hold that thought,” he ordered. “Turn that ass over!”
In one swift motion, he flipped me on my stomach and began to finger my ass! He was tearing my ass up…literally! He fingered my tunnel until it was sloppy. This went on for a good thirty minutes. He ate it so right; I didn’t care if he gave me the sausage. But after this performance, I knew there was no way he wouldn’t want to fuck.
Ty finally stopped, allowing me to catch my breath. His dick looked like it was going to burst out of his jeans. Once he released the monster, I was actually a bit apprehensive. His member was one of the biggest I’ve ever seen. But once he thrust inside of me the first time I yearned for more. As loose as my snatch was from previous activity, his meat filled every bit of me. He delivered a few slow thrusts followed by forceful pumps. My body was still on the table with my feet by his ears. Ty picked me up from the table with his hardness snugly inside of me.
My ass continued to bounce up and down on his rod as he carried me toward the bedroom. In fact, he almost dropped me because my ass was so wet, his hands slipped. In the midst of us kissing in the hallway, the desire to taste him washed over my body. He was so fucking handsome and sexy, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have him in my mouth.
“Put me down” I directed.
“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked, confused.
“Nothing at all,” I winked.
My size ten feet touched the floor as he lowered me. Our lips met again as I massaged his hardness. Very impressive. We’d been at it for over an hour now and he was still at attention. Breaking our kiss, I made my way down his torso to his one-eyed monster. The precum oozing out of his tip confirmed he was ready for what I had to offer. Slightly intimidated by his size again, I had to wonder if I would choke on it, but there was no turning back. My tongue slithered up and down his shaft until I held him entirely in my mouth. Rotating my hands like salt and pepper shaker, licking his tip, his head rested against the wall.
“Mmm, you taste like banana cream pie,” I smirked.
I sucked until he couldn’t take it anymore. His knees buckled, causing him to brace himself against the wall.
“Kadeema, shit!” he grunted. “I’m about to cum!”
I nodded my head giving him permission to shoot his load in my mouth. And when he did, it was hot and creamy as the hot lava trickled down the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow. Yeah, I went savage on that dick! I licked his balls, ass and everything in between. From this night forward, Tyrone Chambers was going to be my man!
Chapter Thirteen: Presley
The last eight months had truly been taxing. Discovering Tyrone’s affair with Kadeema and then suddenly becoming pregnant had been way too much. Surprisingly, I made it through my first trimester and was now five months pregnant with my little soldier. Yep! We found out we were having another boy. Well, I found out we were having another boy since Ty’s late night romp sessions prohibited him from attending the appointment with me. It didn’t matter to me though. Since I already had two boys, I was elated we would be welcoming another little knucklehead into our family.
Christmas had come and gone and I was glad it was over. Now all I had to do was get through New Year’s Eve and we could all move on. Usually, I loved Christmas season and everything that came along with it, but this season was different. Due to my circumstances, I just wasn’t in a jolly mood. Tyrone had managed to do what no one else could….he made me hate Christmas!
Ty had been detached for quite some time, but I thought he would at least be a bit more inconspicuous for the sake of the boys. He wasn’t mean to us, he just made it painfully obvious that his mind was somewhere else and I knew where it was already.
Going through this pregnancy alone was very depressing. Oddly enough, I managed to keep it together for Darren and Tyler. It was ironic that I was pregnant and married, but my husband almost refused to be a part of this blessing because of his funky ass sidepiece.
I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself and get dressed for my hair appointment. Getting my hair done always made me feel better about myself. And my stylist, Marshanna, always made me forget about whatever was going on at home. When I arrived at Visible Changes in the Galleria, it was packed with customers trying to return or exchange unsuitable Christmas gifts they had received. When I walked in the salon, Marshanna was waiting up front for me.
“Heeey, lady! Merry Belated Christmas to you! You are you feeling today?”
“Hey, lady. Same to you! I’m good. I’m just feeling a little huge for my height,” I joked.
“Girl, stop it. You know you cute as a button. What are we getting done today?”
I got my hair washed and flat ironed all of the time, but today, I wanted something different. I wanted to feel like a different me.
“Let’s do some curls. Can we do that? Will I still have to sit underneath that hot ass dryer for hours at a time?”
Ma
rshanna popped her lips. “Now you already know with all of this hair on your head, you gotta sit under this dryer, especially if you want curls. Now let me ask you, do you want flex rods or do you want me to curl your hair with a flat iron?” she asked.
“Mmm, I don’t know. Which one will last longer? I don’t have time to be coming back up in here a week from now because my curls are all gone!” I chuckled.
“Well, then you need the flex rods. They last longer, but you and that belly are gonna have to sit under the dryer for the full time. And you know how you are,” she reminded me.
She was right. I hated sitting under that damn dryer. Ugh! With me being pregnant, I was always hot. Even though it was cold outside I was still hot as hell. My lil man had my hormones all jacked up! But I wanted my curls, so I’d have to sit there.
“Okay, go ahead and do the rods. I’ll just have to sit here and pray the time passes quickly.”
By the time Marshanna finished my hair it was gorgeous! It was full of bouncy curls. I was indeed feeling myself. I looked like Stacy Dash by the head. And yeah, it was all my hair! I paid Marshanna and decided to make a stop at the Warner Brothers store to pick up some things for the baby. That was one of my favorite places to shop for the boys. Every time I came out of that store, I would come out broke as a joke.
As I walked down the corridor, it was full of people, but one person in particular stuck out like a needle in a haystack. She had on black sweat pants and a black hoodie. She was coming toward me at an accelerated speed when she bumped me so hard I almost lost my footing. Without even thinking about it, I spun around, grabbed her hoodie, and drug her ass down the floor. For a brief moment I’d forgotten I was pregnant, but quickly remembered I had to protect him. I decided instead of dragging her ass like I normally would have, I stomped the shit out of her a few times. People pulled me off her as they were concerned for my safety as well as the baby’s. Whoever the bitch was, she got away because all of the attention was on me. Ugh! Who was she and why did she try to knock me down? Better yet, what would she have done if I were the one to fall? I was so confused, but I was glad my baby was okay!
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