Cold

by Sha Jones

  “Carl, I want to apologize for the way I came at your wife. I’m dealing with so much and it’s like I’m not the same woman anymore.”

  Carl pauses and responded, “I understand. I can’t lie. I do miss you.”

  I was a little shocked because if he missed me, why hadn’t he called me?

  “Really,” I asked in a surprised tone.

  “Yea, I do. Maybe we should get together soon,” he suggested.

  “I’d really like that Carl.”

  I couldn’t stop smiling. I was relieved that I was able to get a lot of things off of my chest, and I was glad that he wasn’t holding a grudge against me. During our conversation, we reconnected. We laughed and I cried a few times. I didn’t even bother asking about Tangy. Although, I apologized to him, I really didn’t mean that shit. I just wanted him to forgive me. I didn’t like the way she came into my room, but I didn’t tell him about it because I didn’t want to make another problem.

  After we got off the phone, I was feeling pretty good. That was the best I’ve felt in a long time. Michael was going to be home soon, so I prepared dinner and decided to wash his clothes. While sorting out his clothes, I noticed these white dried stains on his boxers. I wasn’t sure if I was overthinking but it looked like semen stains to me. Before I knew it, I smelled his dirty boxers trying to see if it was from sex. I didn’t put the boxers in the washer because I wanted to throw them in his face when he brought his ass home. This shit had to have been recent because I just did laundry last week and didn’t see this.

  I was sitting there trying to think of the day he wore the boxers, so that I could figure out what he was doing or what lie he might have told. I started going through all of his pants pockets trying to see what I could find. There was nothing else. Here I was cooking and cleaning and his ass was out getting his boxers stained. I knew he was going to lie to me but I still was going to question him. I put the laundry on hold. My head began pounding once again. When Michael walked through the door, I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He could tell something was wrong because he looked at me with his eyebrows raised. He walked over to me and tried to kiss me on the lips, but I quickly leaned back.

  He looked at me with his eyebrows raised and asked, “What’s wrong baby?”

  I pulled the boxers from behind my back and flashed them in his face.

  “This is what’s wrong” I replied.

  He snatched the boxers out of my hand as if I had just invaded his privacy.

  “Michael, why do you have nut on your boxers?” I asked.

  He stared at me as if he didn’t understand English.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” he asked as he examined the underwear.

  I stared at him so hard hoping that I could drill a hole in his damn head with my eyes.

  “Michael if you’re fucking someone then you need to tell me. I don’t think it’s fair for me to stay at home while you go off and do what the hell you want to do. I quit my job because you asked me to. I could’ve kept my job if I knew you were going to put me through this type of shit.”

  I could tell he was growing upset because he started tightening his jaw. I didn’t understand why he was so upset over something that he did.

  “Tiff, why do we go through this shit all the time? I told you that I’m not cheating on you. If I was dumb enough to cheat, I wouldn’t fucking have nut stains on my boxers knowing that you would see them.”

  He did have a point. He knew that I would do laundry and eventually would see them. Maybe he was masturbating and that’s how he got it on his underwear. Once again I had no proof that he was doing anything. Maybe I was just being insecure. It seemed like we were going through this every other week. I chose not to wash his clothes. I wasn’t doing shit. I know it was my wifely duties to take care of him, but I be damned if I was going to be washing stains out of his drawers. Next thing you know, I’ll be washing shit stains too. I couldn’t just stay at home so I needed to find something better to do with my time.

  It seemed like Michael was the only one that had some type of freedom. It was ironic how I spent my career locking people up, and now here I am being a prisoner in my own home. In the middle of me and Michael’s argument, there was a knock at the door. We both stopped and looked at each other.

  “Were you expecting company?” I asked sarcastically.

  I walked to the front door and opened it. I wish I would’ve looked through the peephole before answering the door. It was the same two detectives from the other day who showed up at my house unannounced.

  “Can I help you?” I asked reluctantly.

  “Yes we would like to ask you some more questions Mrs. Moore.”

  I stood there for a minute and finally replied, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I was in the middle of something.”

  Before I could close the door, Michael walked to the door and said, “No, its fine. Would you guys like to come in?”

  I couldn’t believe he just did that. Although the cops never openly admitted that they thought I killed Melanie or at least had something to do with her death, Michael and I both knew that I was their only suspect. As the cops walked past me, I glared at Michael. In a way I felt betrayed. He knew that I couldn’t deal with this shit right now and here he was inviting these detectives in our home. Michael and I sat across from them on one couch and they were across from us on the other sofa. I didn’t offer their asses anything to drink or eat. I wanted them out of my house.

  “Hi, I’m detective Steve Wallace and this is detective Mark Harris,” the detective said as he extended his arm to shake Michael’s hand.

  I was beginning to feel very sleepy. I just wanted to get in my bed and lie down and forget about everything that’s happened. There were people who went to jail for crimes that they didn’t commit all the time and if they found a letter with Melanie’s name on it in my car, then I was sure they were going to try to find other things to pin this crime on me.

  “So how can I help you guys?” Michael asked as he held my hand.

  I wasn’t sure if he was turning his back on me or if he was just trying to help them and give them whatever answers they needed so they can leave us alone.

  “Well we didn’t really come to talk to Tiffany this time. We came to talk to you Michael Moor.” Detective Wallace said as he stared at Michael.

  I was a little stunned because I didn’t understand why they wanted to question my husband now. Michael held his head down and I just stared at him.

  “Your number was the last one Melanie Scott dialed before she was killed. Would you like to explain that to us Michael?”

  At this point I was beginning to feel sick. My armpits were sweating and my stomach was tightening up. I stayed silent the whole time. I didn’t want to miss a word that Michael had to say.

  “I don’t know why my number was dialed. I don’t even recall having a missed called from Melanie. She called me from time to time but it was only work related.”

  I could see little drops of sweat balls staring to form on the side of Michael’s head.

  “Mr. Moore did you and Ms. Scott have a sexual relationship?”

  Michael paused as if he was waiting for the answer to come to him and finally responded, “No sir.”

  I couldn’t take this shit any longer. I was trying to keep my composure. The last thing I wanted to do was cry in front of some cops. The cop pressed on for more answers and Michael answered them appropriately.

  “Did you kill Ms. Scott Mr. Moore?”

  The words were so powerful; it was like someone shot me in the ears. I expected Michael to say no but instead, he asked the detectives to leave. I was confused. If he didn’t do it, why didn’t he just say no? I’m not sure if he realized it or not but he just set himself up to be a suspect. Now we were both on the police department’s shit list. After the cops left, I got in Michael’s face.

  “What the fuck was that about?” I yelled.

  “Tiffany, didn’t you do the sa
me shit when they asked you if you had anything to do with her death?”

  I refused to play this reverse shit today.

  “Yeah, but she wasn’t the one that called me before she died. What the fuck did you do to her Michael?”

  At that moment, things seemed to get real. I sounded as if I didn’t trust my husband. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I did but I wanted to take my words back as soon as they came out of my mouth. He gave me the weirdest look and tilted his head to the side.

  “Are you serious right now? You think I hurt her?! I would never hurt anybody, especially not a woman.”

  I ran my fingers through my hair and plopped down on the couch. I wasn’t sure what was going on.

  “Why didn’t you tell me Melanie called you before she was killed?”

  Michael shook his head and responded, “Because I didn’t get any fucking missed call from her. If I would’ve known she was in danger, she wouldn’t be six feet in the ground right now. I promise.”

  I held my hands together like I was about to start praying.

  “Michael did you fuck Melanie? Have you ever fucked her before?”

  I could tell the question was too overwhelming, but I didn’t give a fuck if it made his head explode. I needed to know. Michael walked over to me and looked me dead in the eyes. His eyes looked dark and empty. I was noticing a serious change in him. In a cold tone he replied, “No.”

  I was married to my husband for seven years. He was guilty of a lot of things, but murder wasn’t one of them. I was more capable of taking a life than he was, but I did know that deep down inside, he was hiding something from me. I couldn’t even stand to look at Michael at this point. I didn’t want to lay next to him tonight. His behavior was getting stranger every day and I wasn’t sure if I trusted him.

  Chapter 15

  The bubble bath felt relaxing. I closed my eyes and imagined that I was on a beautiful island, and that I was swimming in the sparkly blue crystal waters. There was no worries, no Michael, no private callers, and no stress. I imagined that I was getting my pussy licked by a sexy tall island man. The more I thought about it, I got turned on. I started licking my lips and started rubbing my thighs. The oil that I put in the water made my hands slide off of my legs as I ran my fingers across them. I then imagined that the island man was fucking me on the sand. My legs were wrapped tight around his waist and he was stroking me long and hard. I could feel his dick growing inside of me. He bent me over and put my ass in the air. As he was stroking me from the back, he was smacking my ass shoving his dick so far in my pussy that my ass jiggled. His dick was so good that I kept calling him daddy every time he rammed himself inside of me.

  The vision made me so horny that my pussy was starting to throb. My pussy was getting tighter and I could feel its muscles starting to flex. I lifted one leg and put it on the edge of the tub. I then put my hand down in the water and began rubbing my clit. It felt so good; I slumped down in the tub. The warm water stimulated my body more. My toes began to curl and I rubbed my clit faster and harder. My body temperature starting to rise, I needed pressure so I used my other hand and stuck my finger in my pussy while rubbing my clit. I could feel my muscles starting to close tighter on my middle finger. I could feel myself about to climax. I rammed my finger deeper in me and all of a sudden, I let out this light moan and my legs went numb. That was the most physical action I had in a while. Michael wasn’t giving me the satisfaction that I needed, so I decided to pleasure myself. It wasn’t what I preferred but it got the job done.

  The water was starting to get cold so I cut the shower on and washed my body with hot water. After my shower, I walked in my room and grabbed a pillow and some cover off of the bed. Michael stared at me but didn’t say anything. He knew he was on my shit list, so he didn’t bother trying to stop me from going downstairs. Before going to sleep, I checked the cameras to see if there was anything on them. It was the same thing every day. Something told me to go back to the day the detectives showed up. I was a little surprised to see that they were walking towards my back yard and my garaged. They were looking on the ground as if they were looking for clues. I couldn’t believe it. I was sure they weren’t even trying to see who fucked up my car. All they cared about was pinning a case against someone. They should’ve respected the fact that I was a part of the law as well. I wasn’t a cop, but I did put away criminals but they were treating me like some convict.

  After watching the video, I was a little irritated. I walked over to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of vodka. I definitely needed something a little stronger than wine to calm me down. I took six shots back to back straight. I took the shots to the head and put the liquor away. By the time I made it to the living room, I was feeling a little dizzy. Everything around me was a blur. I didn’t think that I would be that messed up over just a few shots of alcohol. To control my balance, I laid down. Everything was pitch black but this time, I wasn’t so scared. I just didn’t give a fuck about anything at the moment. I felt myself slowly drifting in and out of consciousness. Minutes later, I was asleep.

  The next morning, I woke up in a good mood. The liquor helped me sleep through the night. I didn’t even remember what I had dreamed about. Today was Friday and I wanted to have fun tonight. I was thinking about going to a night club and dance all night while I get drunk. I decided to call Draya. She didn’t answer so I left a voicemail.

  “Hey girl, I was calling to see what your plans are for tonight. I wanted to go out tonight and have drinks. Call me when you get this message. Bye.”

  I didn’t really have any friends so I couldn’t think of anybody else I wanted to go with. Tangy then popped into my head. I was no longer angry with her so I wouldn’t mind having her join me tonight for a little girl’s night out. It would also give me a chance to talk to her and resolve our little issue. I didn’t have her number so I called Carl to get it.

  “Hey Tiff,” he answered excitedly.

  “Hey, what’s got you in a good mood?” I asked.

  “Nothing can a guy just be in a good mood for no reason?”

  It wasn’t necessarily unusual for him to be in a good mood. He wasn’t the type of guy to hold grudges or be angry all the time.

  “I was calling to see if I could have Tangy’s number. I wanted to have a girl’s night tonight and I wanted to see if she wanted to join me if she’s not busy.”

  I could tell he was a little surprised by my words.

  “Yes, I’ll talk to her and have her call you.”

  In the middle of our conversation, Draya called.

  “Okay, that’s fine. I have to take this call so I will talk to you later. I hurried and clicked over to Draya’s call before she hung up.

  “Hello,” I answered.

  “Hey girl, I’m just returning your call. What’s up?” she asked.

  “Let’s go out tonight,” I said without even blinking twice.

  I didn’t ask her what her plans were because I didn’t care. I just wanted to shake my ass.

  “Yeah, let’s go!” she responded without hesitation.

  She paused for a minute and then asked, “Since when do your ass go out?”

  I looked up at the ceiling trying to think of the last time I actually went out.

  “I don’t go out but I can’t take another night in this fucking house. Come to my house later so we can get ready.”

  Our plans were officially set. All I was waiting on was Tangy. She probably would say no anyway, especially after the way things ended at my house. Carl and I started back talking so I didn’t want to leave Tangy out. After talking to Draya, I went upstairs and searched my closet for something to wear. Everything in it was the furthest thing from club wear. It was all work attire. Michael left one of his credit cards here for me, so I looked in the drawer and reached for it. I didn’t have anything to wear so I decided to go out and buy something. As soon as I grabbed my phone to get ready to head out the door, it rang. I looked at the screen and it was a number I di
dn’t recognize.

  “Hello?” I answered with caution.

  There was a long pause and then I heard a woman’s tone on the other end.

  “Hey Tiffany, this is Tangy. Carl gave me your number. He said you wanted to speak with me.”

  I took a deep breath and replied, “Yes, I did. My friend Draya and I are going out tonight and I wanted to know if you would like to join us.”

  She paused again and finally said, “Yes, that’s cool.”

  I was relieved that she said yes.

  “Ok, ummm you can come to my house later and we could all ride together if you want,” I offered.

  “Ok, I’ll do that. Thanks for inviting me.”

  I smiled and said, “No problem.”

  I grabbed my keys and my purse and headed out the door. When I got back from the mall, I laid my dress on the bed and stared at it trying to figure out what accessories I wanted to wear with it. I had a lot of gold jewelry, so I thought that it would go nice with my red dress and red lipstick. I really didn’t have to wear any jewelry because the dress complimented itself. I grabbed a towel and walked to the bathroom.

  As soon as the water from the shower hit my breast, my nipples became hard as rocks. It felt good. I couldn’t help but run my fingers over them. I closed my eyes and began touching my body. I moved my hands down past my pussy around to my back down to my ass. I started massaging it as if I was trying to mold it in a rounder shape. I didn’t realize how good my body felt. It was like caressing a stick of butter. In the middle of having four play with myself, I opened my eyes and saw a shadow. At first, I thought it was Michael, but as the shadow got close, their body became smaller. Is this another bad dream I wondered to myself. The shower doors slid open and I jumped.