What We Won't do for Love (Love, Lies & Lust Series)

by Mz. Robinson

  “Because I fucking said so,” I yelled. I was tired of playing with him and it was obvious the brother was not the type you could be nice to.

  “Now please get out of my fucking way,” I added.

  “Oh, so you’re too good for me?” He asked, raising his voice.

  “You said it…not me.”

  “Fuck you, bitch!”

  He stepped in so close to me I could feel his breath on my face. Before I could say or do anything, I heard Beau’s voice coming from behind him. “You look like the bitch to me,” he said.

  “What the fuck did you say?” The brother asked, spinning round to face Beau.

  Beau looked positively fuckable in his baby blue Ralph Lauren polo and dark denim jeans. His hair looked like it had just been unbraided. It had crinkles and was blown out wild, the way Ben Wallace of the Detroit Pistons sometimes wears his.

  “I said, you the bitch,” Beau said, crossing his arms across his chest.

  “Fuck you!” the brother yelled taking a step towards Beau.

  During the commotion I hadn’t noticed that everyone had stopped dancing. All eyes were now centered on the three of us. The four brothers Beau had been sitting with pushed through the crowd.

  “Trust me,” Beau said seriously, “This ain’t what you want.”

  “Whatever, muthafucker!”

  The brother made a fist with his right hand and swung at Beau’s face. Beau stepped back, causing him to miss. Just as the brother again attempted to make contact, Beau’s table companions rushed toward him and knocked him to the floor. Stepping back, I watched as the four of them put an old school beat down on the brother’s ass. I looked around the club and noticed three bouncers observing the ass kicking but they never moved in to break up the fight. After hearing the brother begging for them to stop I looked over at Beau and mouthed, “Make them stop.”

  He cocked his head to one side. Looked me up and down then licked his lips.

  “That’s enough,” he spoke with authority.

  The four men slowly pulled back. The brother lay in the fetal position on the floor. His entire face was bloody and swollen. “Get up,” Beau said looking down at him. He never moved.

  “I said get your ass up!” Beau yelled.

  Slowly the brother rolled up onto his knees. Grabbing his side he struggled to get to his feet. The brother was having such a hard time I almost reached down to help him but considering the whole brawl started with me, I decided to leave him on his own. When he finally made it to his feet Beau stepped in his face.

  “Get the fuck out of my club,” he said. “And don’t let me catch ya ass back in here.”

  The brother nodded and staggered toward the exit followed by two muscle popping brothers wearing t-shirts that read “Security”.

  Taking me by the hand, Beau asked, “You want to go somewhere where we can be alone?”

  I nodded my head.

  Smiling Beau scanned my body with his eyes and smiled. “I forgot how sexy you are,” he said.

  Returning his glance I said, “You’re looking good yourself.”

  “Come on,” he said.

  Still holding my hand Beau led me behind the deejay booth through a small passageway that lead to a steel door. Once we were on the other side of the door we were standing in a large room. The room was equipped with a wide screen TV, CD player with surround sound, leather sofa with a matching chair, and a fully stocked bar.

  “Have a seat, Ma,” Beau said, pointing to the sofa.

  “So this is your club?” I asked, sliding back on the sofa.

  Grabbing a bottle of Absolute and two shot glasses from behind the bar, Beau nodded his head and smiled.

  “So that’s why when your boys beat ole’ boy to the floor no one bothered to stop them,” I concluded.

  “Yeah,” he said.

  He sat down next to me on the sofa, so close his leg was touching mine. After filling one of the glasses he handed it to me. “Thank you,” I smiled.

  He hadn’t asked what I liked to drink or even if I drank at all which under other circumstances would have made me develop an attitude, but considering he had stepped up when the brother on the dance floor disrespected me I was willing to let him take charge for the moment.

  Watching as he filled the second glass to the brim I swayed to the sound of Jaheim’s “Anything” coming from the speakers in the room.

  “Don’t sip it,” he said holding up his glass. “Take it straight to the head.”

  Locking my eyes with his I put the glass to my lips. Allowing my tongue to slowly dip in and then out of the glass I threw my head back and turned the glass up. I didn’t so much as blink as I swallowed the liquid in one gulp.

  Smiling, he said, “I like that.”

  Beau swallowed the liquid in his glass and then quickly began pouring us two more.

  “Damn,” I moaned throwing my head back against the sofa.

  It was after our fourth round of shots and the dress I was wearing was hiked up around my waist. My lace thongs were dangling from my left ankle and Beau’s head was in between my spread legs. He was on his knees with his tongue swimming in my kitty-cat. He was sucking and licking on me like he was trying to cure his munchies.

  He told me he smoked weed on a regular basis and that’s what he had been doing earlier when I called him. I told him I hadn’t gotten high since high school and I didn’t care if he did or didn’t, just as long as he didn’t whip out a crack pipe or a syringe. So he rolled himself one up took a few puffs and the next thing I knew he was eating all he could of me.

  By the time Beau came up for air I had come so many times I thought I was going to be dehydrated.

  “You taste like cotton candy,” he whispered.

  Pulling my dress over my head, I smiled and said, “You ate me like I was.”

  Standing, he pulled off his shirt. His body was the color of cocoa beans and his arms and chest were cut. Not as big as Damon but nice all the same. The one thing I loved the most about looking at Beau was the tattoos he was marked with. I love a man with tattoos. On his chest he had a pair of drama masks. One of the masks was smiling, the other was frowning. On his right arm he had a pair of praying hands holding a scroll with the words “Lord Knows”. What really got my attention was the name tattooed on his left arm in calligraphy.

  “Who is Brittany?” I asked, watching him drop his pants.

  Stopping, he smiled and his rough exterior softened. “My daughter,” he said. “My reason.”

  “Your reason?”

  “No doubt,” he answered, “for living.”

  I thought about my Daddy and when I was a little girl and he use to come in and kiss me goodnight. Long before the fights and before he left. He would always tell me he loved me and that I was his heart. The same look Beau had now was the expression I saw in my father. I suddenly missed the closeness we once had. “You okay, Ma?” Beau asked.

  Snapping back to the present I looked at Beau. He was now completely naked with his cocoa dick pointing at me. I estimated that it was about eight inches. It wasn’t as long or as wide as what I had been getting from Damon but it would do.

  “I will be in a minute,” I smiled,” You have a condom?”

  Picking up his pants Beau pulled out a single wrapped condom.

  “I told you I’m ready for whatever,” he said.

  “Yeah, but I guarantee you’re not ready for me.”

  Stretching out on my back I opened my legs wide. Stroking my clit with my finger I watched him put the condom on. When he had our protection secure he climbed on top of me, then slid his dick inside of my vagina. Beau delivered hard forceful thrusts inside of me. I wrapped my legs around him tightly pulling him in even deeper.

  “Give me this pussy,” he grunted, grinding harder.

  I granted his request, throwing it back; I rotated my hips following his movements. He grabbed my breast then started sucking my left nipple while pinching the right one with the tips of his fingers.


  “Is it good, Ma?”

  “Yes” I moaned, while running my fingertips over his back.

  “Shit…”

  Beau grabbed my legs then pushed them back until my knees were up by my head. He rammed his dick inside of my wetness until he came. Slowly he withdrew, still shaking from his orgasm. He let go of my legs then collapsed on the couch next to me.

  Chapter 16

  When Mama called and asked me to pick her up for church I should have known she was up to something. Mama always makes it her business to make it to nine a.m. Sunday school. I get up just in time for the eleven a.m. Morning Worship Service. So when she called me asking if she could ride with me to service, I should have asked a few questions.

  When I arrived at her home she was sitting on her front porch wearing the gold silk Donna Karin suit and matching gold pumps I bought her last Christmas. She looked beautiful as always.

  “Hey, beautiful,” I said, kissing her cheek.

  “Hey Baby,” she smiled. “You look nice.”

  I was wearing a cream crepe skirt with matching jacket. I had taken the time to straighten my hair and had it up in a nice French roll.

  “So do you,” I smiled. “You always do.”

  Our morning pleasantries were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up her driveway. Deja vu. This time it wasn’t my father but instead it was Bill’s Cadillac Deville.

  “Mama,” I said, watching Bill step out his car.

  He was wearing a cream suit with a gold dress shirt and matching gold and cream pinstripe tie.

  “When did Bill get back?” I asked.

  “Last night.”

  “Did you tell him?”

  Silence.

  Looking at my Mama I frowned. She was smiling innocently.

  “Mama, you know bet…”

  Just when I thought the situation could not get any more uncomfortable, my Daddy’s F150 came flying up the driveway kicking up dust.

  “Daddy!” I screamed, softly. “Ah, Hell Naw!”

  I suddenly forgot where I was, but Mama was straight trippin’. Now it all made sense. She called and asked me to pick her up so I could play interference.

  “Watch your mouth baby,” she instructed me.

  “But Mama!”

  We both watched as my Daddy climbed out of his truck wearing the suit I had also bought him last Christmas. A black three button Ralph Lauren. He was wearing a white dress shirt underneath and a gold silk tie. The tie I bought him was royal blue.

  “Nice tie,” I whispered.

  “Which one?” She asked.

  “Both.”

  “I know,” she smiled. “I have good taste.”

  “Mama.”

  I watched as Daddy and Bill shook hands then each headed towards us.

  “Hey, Princess,” Bill smiled kissing my cheek.

  Not to be out done Daddy stepped in front of him and kissed my other cheek.

  “How’s my baby?” He asked.

  “Hi Bill,” I smiled nervously. “I’m fine, Daddy and you?”

  “Never better,” Daddy smiled. “You’re looking beautiful, Charlene.”

  “She always does,” Bill smiled.

  “It’s no wonder we have a beautiful daughter,” Daddy added. He cut his eyes in Bill’s direction. I was starting to sweat from the tension in the air. Mama on the other hand was smiling her ass off.

  “Well gentlemen,” Mama finally spoke.” the ladies are ready to go.”

  I looked from Daddy to Bill then to Mama.

  “Who is driving?” I asked.

  “I think we should all ride in the Caddy,” Mama suggested.

  There was no way I was going to be caught up in Mama’s little mess.

  “You know Mama I have somewhere to go after church,” I lied.” It’s probably better if I drive my own car.”

  I didn’t care if I was putting her in a tight spot. Keeping her men from killing each other was not one of my assigned duties as a daughter.

  “What do you have to do?” Mama asked. She was calling me on my lie.

  “I have to go by the Ambiance and take care of some urgent paperwork,” I lied again.

  “Why don’t we all go over after service,” Mama smiled.” It’s been awhile since I had some of your chocolate cake.”

  “Mama, I’ll bake you one,” I said frowning at her.

  “I want some today.”

  “Well, Mama I’ll bring you one later today.” I love my Mama but she was starting to irritate me.

  “We’re all going after service,” Mama ordered.” Case closed.”

  She crossed her arms across her chest and gave me her “you want your ass whooped look”. I crossed my arms across my chest and gave her my “I wish you would look”. I think her life crisis was causing her to have amnesia too because she had forgotten that I was not a child. I didn’t care if she said, “case closed”. The case was still very much open and her ass was about to be convicted. First of all she hadn’t bothered to warn me that not only was Bill coming to church with us but so was my Daddy. She didn’t tell me what she had told Bill about her and Daddy or if she had told him anything at all. Mama had pulled me into the middle of her daytime drama without as much as a damn warning. Now she thought she was going to tell me what I was going to do. I don’t think so.

  “Thank you Lord,” I whispered.

  As soon as I saw Faith Christian I gave thanks. I had endured silence during the thirty-minute drive from Mama’s to the church in the backseat of Bill’s Cadillac with my Daddy. Mama rode in the front passenger’s seat while Bill played the happy chauffeur. I had my mind made up that I was not going to be the fourth wheel in Mama’s love triangle but a daughter’s loyalty is a serious thing. My Mama carried me for nine months and then went through thirty-six hours of labor to bring me into this world. She changed shitty diapers, wiped my snotty nose and kissed away my “boo boos”. She gave me support and encouragement when I thought I didn’t have what it took to open Ambiance. Mama was my biggest fan and my best cheerleader. She never asked me for anything in return, except for this. So because of all these things I ate my pride and let her have her way. Plus the fact that she told me I wasn’t too grown for her to whip my ass. Lately Mama had nerves of steel, so I wasn’t about to try her.

  “Good Morning, Sister Ellis,” Pastor Davis, greeted me with a handshake. He was standing outside on the front steps of the church greeting his members as he did every Sunday.

  “Good Morning, Pastor,” I smiled, flirting.

  Pastor Davis was one of the finest ministers I have ever seen. At forty-eight he still had the physique of a twenty year old. Broad shoulders and toned arms. His skin was the color of honey and he had beautiful ocean blue eyes. He had only been the pastor at Faith Christian for a year but in his short reign the congregation had tripled. Bill said it was because Pastor Davis knew the “word” and could use it to move even the deadest of souls. Considering the majority of the new members were single, man hungry women, I would have to say it was because of Pastor Davis’ good looks.

  “Who is this young man?” Pastor Davis asked, looking past me at Daddy.

  “Pastor Davis this is my father, Charles,” I said, stepping to the side so the two men could shake hands.

  “Nice to meet you, Pastor Davis,” Daddy said.

  “It’s nice to meet you,” Pastor Davis smiled.” Please don’t let this be your last time visiting with us.”

  Looking behind him at Mama, Daddy smiled. “Don’t worry,” he said.” I have a feeling you’ll be seeing a whole lot more of me.”

  Clearing my throat, I rolled my eyes.

  “Praise God,” Pastor Davis said, patting Daddy on his back.

  “Sister Moore, how are you?” He asked, taking steps towards Mama and Bill.

  “Fine Pastor and you?” Mama asked, shaking his hand.

  “Blessed,” Pastor Davis smiled,” Brother Moore.”

  “Pastor,” Bill smiled, shaking his hand.

 
; I could hear the church pianist Antoine starting to play inside, signaling it was time for service to begin.

  “Well, I guess we better get inside,” Pastor Davis said, holding the door open.

  The church was packed but I managed to find us a pew in the second row from the front. Smiling, I acknowledged Sister Emma, who was sitting with the other mothers on a set of pews to the right of the pulpit; facing the congregation.

  Sister Emma was in her late sixties, a widow, and the mother of three. She was wearing a white dress with a ruffled collar and a big-feathered wide brim hat. Red curls from the wig underneath framed her forehead. She smiled at me then quickly looked away.

  I slid onto the pew followed by Daddy, then Mama and finally, Bill.

  Once we were all settled into our seats, the Faith Christian Mass Choir stood in unison and began to sing a soulful rendition of “Swing Low Sweet Chariot”.

  Pastor Davis’ sermon brought tears to my eyes. He quoted a scripture from Psalms 51:” Have mercy upon me, O God, according to Thy loving kindness: according to the greatness of Thy compassion blot out my transgressions.”

  He spoke to us about trials, transgressions and the power of forgiveness. In the middle of the sermon, Daddy put his arm around my shoulder. I leaned against his body and rested my head against his shoulder. When I looked up at him he had tears in his eyes, too.

  “Church it’s time for forgiveness,” Pastor Davis stood at the pulpit.

  “Someone here needs to be healed,” he said. “Someone needs to be forgiven.”

  I looked down the pew at Mama. She was sitting in between Bill and Daddy with her hands folded across her lap. She looked at me and smiled. I shook my head at her and focused back on the pulpit and Pastor Davis.

  “Someone here,” he continued. “Has been caring a weight around. The weight of sin.”

  “Someone here needs to confess,” he said.

  “Yes, Lord,” Mama said.

  I shot her an “I know you didn’t look” out of the corner of my eyes.

  “Church someone here is living a lie,” Pastor Davis continued. His arms were extended open towards the congregation. “You need to confess,” He said, scanning the congregation with his eyes.