Bing didn’t address Spencer. “Hey, little fella,” he said, taking Max. “Blake, we have to go. Now.”
That was a fair demand. I gestured for Spencer to exit my home. He did without saying another word as if I’d done him wrong.
Getting in the town car, the driver closed the door after we settled in.
“Blake, I’m not going to interfere with whatever relationship you have or no longer have with that very young man. If he shows up again while I’m at your house, I’m done courting you.”
Wow. Even if I didn’t invite him? I was not going to argue with Bing over Spencer. Courting? That was a word I had never heard a man say directly to me.
I texted Spencer, If you come to my house again, I’m calling the police.
I meant that. I was not going to allow Spencer to do what he was obviously attempting . . . and that was to ruin my new relationship.
CHAPTER 42
Phoenix
Aw, yeah. The first body stretch of the morning was the best.
Had to get it in before opening my eyes. I extended my arms above my head, pointed my toes to the wall. A wide mouth yawn, rotation of my head, and I relaxed back into the comfort of the mattress.
Opening my eyes, I was surprised to see her watching me. I expected Dev to be in her office consumed with creating her next brilliant show or perfecting her current episodes.
“Morning, babe,” I said to my lovely fiancée.
An awkward silence divided us. She stood there. Speechless. Wish I could read that blank expression on her face.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Afternoon, Phoenix.”
I snatched my cell from the nightstand. “One ten. Damn.” Hadn’t planned on sleeping in that long.
“I’ma go shower, babe.”
Slowly she pulled the gold satin sheet uncovering my body. The cool air blowing from the vent made my chopper rise. Fluffing a pillow, Dev scanned me head to toe. Felt she was taking still photo shots of my body with each blink of her eyes.
She wasn’t upset, didn’t appear happy.
“Wash everything real good for me,” she said with a lustful smile.
I frowned. Ebony would’ve awakened me with my dick in her mouth. Taking initiative was out of character for Dev. I liked it, though.
Rubbing the cover against her breasts, she continued, “I want to try something new. You have to be squeaky clean.”
I expected her to be a total bitch after my staying out past midnight and having our daughter with me. Damn! The thought of Dev French kissing my asshole made the head of my dick touch my belly button. Hope she’d planned on tossing my salad for lunch. That shit felt amazing every time Ebony had done it. Getting my ass licked right before fellatio always made me cum fast.
Something was off. Didn’t want to question her motivation. “You don’t have to work on your writing today?”
“I do. But I can get to it after I’m done pleasing you.”
“Where’s Nya,” I asked, hoping I didn’t have to babysit on a Saturday.
“Sandara picked her up this morning.”
Yes! That was the greatest news. “Oh, okay. Cool.”
Dev stared at my dick. “Go wash your ass, Phoenix. Now.”
I sprang to my feet. Saluted her as though she were a five-star general, clicked my heels, then did an about-face. I marched into my bathroom, closed the door, and turned the bathwater to warm.
Maybe she sensed she might lose her man if she kept denying me. As the tub filled with water, I flossed, brushed my teeth, then washed my face. I flexed in the mirror.
Biceps, chest, abs, all that. If I were a woman, I’d definitely want a piece of this rock. Glancing over my shoulder, my sunken spine divided my back. I had an ass tighter than a running back’s. All of this sexy wrapped in the tone of sweet black licorice. Not many dudes were black as me.
As a kid I’d scrub to lighten my color. Classmates called me the tar monster. Got worse with puberty. Huge pimples were all over my face. The forehead was the worst. My grandmother used to tell me, what the world hates today people love tomorrow. She’d also preach what goes around comes back to you.
Lathering up the washcloth for the third and final round of cleaning my genitals, I unplugged the tub, then turned on the shower.
While I was wet, I massaged myself with baby oil, dried off, dabbed cologne on my neck, under my arms. Ready for whatever Dev had planned, I opened the bathroom door.
“Get in the bed, babe. Lay on your stomach. Close your eyes,” she said in the sultriest voice I’d ever heard from her.
I felt her straddle my thighs. Her pussy eased up to my ass. Hot oil drizzled on my back.
“Make love to every part of me, Dev.” I needed to be loved right now.
Her hands glided from my ass to my shoulders. She massaged the nape of my neck, the back of my head. Aw, man. Felt like the cells in my body were regenerating me into a new man. I shivered when her lips trailed kisses down my spine.
I whispered, “Babe, this is wonderful. Thanksgiving Eve.”
“Don’t speak. Enjoy the moment,” she said.
The room was quiet. No music. No birds chirping outside our bedroom window. I’d slept through that. My dick was flaccid. I did not care. This was a special connection that I’d better soak in. No telling when this would happen again.
“Our wedding date, Dev. Let’s make it official. Thanksgiving Eve.” Weddings in the middle of the week were cheaper. Plus, most people were either off from work or unable to attend due to their own family plans. I didn’t want anything over the top.
The slickness of her palms pressed firm moving up to my shoulder blades. Her fingers tapped in small circles.
“So you’re not going to answer me?” I asked.
She kissed me again. This time her tongue wiggled down to the split in my butt cheeks to my asshole. Instantly my dick got hard. I felt the tip of her tongue circle my rectum. Wanted to ask, What’s gotten into you, babe?
“God, that feels so good.” With the exception of my man, the chopper, my body was limp.
Dev’s cell rang.
I heard a snapping sound. The kind when a doctor puts on a fresh rubber glove. I was open to whatever.
She picked up her phone.
“Hey, where are you?” She paused. “A block away. Wow, I thought you guys were—” She paused again, then continued. “No worries. I’ll meet you at the door,” Dev said.
“Who is it?”
“Sandara. She has to do a go-see. She’s dropping off Nya.”
Just like that, I was shit out of finding out what she was going to do to me. There was no pleading on my behalf. Baby girl’s needs always ranked over mine. A thick blue glove with an open set of lips my dick could fit through was on her left hand. A pink latex glove with the fingers cut out was in her left hand. Man I had to find out what was in store. Maybe Nya could nap for an hour.
Dev took off her glove, tossed it on the bed, put on a robe, then left the bedroom. I was dressed by the time she returned. “You seen my keys? I thought I left them on the dresser. I’ma meet up with the boyz.”
“Sorry, we couldn’t finish babe. But you need to stay here until Nya gets home. Something unexpected came up and I have to go to the studio. I think I saw your keys somewhere downstairs,” she said kissing me on the cheek.
My fiancée almost gave me the most pleasure I’d received from her in months, now she was walking out? Dev showered, dressed. She had on a sexy red wrap dress that exposed her inner thighs each time she stepped toward me in those red high heels.
“The studio?” I asked.
“Yes, the studio,” she said, kissing me passionately.
“Dressed like that?”
Dev peeped out the bedroom window. She didn’t look back as she said, “Sandara and Nya are here. Don’t wait up for me, babe. I might have to pull an all-nighter.”
CHAPTER 43
Ebony
#celebrityhairstylist #marcusdarlin #imfab
#bitchiwasrichb4ibecame famous #iamebonywaterhouse
I parked my Benz in the lot by the salon. I had been coming to Marcus Darlin since I was nineteen and on the “if you’re going to have a man with money you must look the part” grind. So wherever Marcus Darlin went, Goldie followed.
Stepping into his shop, he told me, “Girl, you know I love you to have cleared my calendar on a Saturday afternoon just for you. I’m so proud of you, Mz. Goldie.” Marcus Darlin locked the door. “Honey, we can’t have your fans coming up in here. I know you’re about to tweet it.”
He was right. I sat my designer handbag on the sofa in his lounge area by the window so my #fans could snag a pic. They wouldn’t see me, though. I followed Marcus into his private room in the back.
While tweeting, #imthatbitch #richfriends #MarcusDarlin and attaching a before selfie, I told Marcus Darlin, “Goldie is dead, bitch. I’m Ebony Waterhouse.” I’d started believing that was true.
Marcus Darlin said, “Ya mama named you Goldie. I’ma call you Goldie. Take off those Hollywood shades and sit in my chair. You’re not the only one with a life. I have a date tonight with my new wealthy white sponsor, honey.”
We both could relate to having sponsors. Didn’t matter that we’d both come up and now had our own money. I winked and smiled at him. “Yas, bitch. We still value the system of,” Marcus Darlin chimed in as we said together, “getting paid, throwing shade, being laid, and spending others people’s bread.”
“That’s the American dream,” I said, sitting in his chair. “I’m going to have to find a way to get you on my show.”
“I stay ready,” Marcus Darlin said, running his fingers through my hair.
He was right about that. Marcus Darlin worked his #fashion #body better than most women. His hair was bronze today, faded on all sides, spike twists on top. His gray-hazel contacts were the same as mine. One might think he was from Scotland with his long-sleeved wrap dress that stopped right above his ankles. Those deep pockets of his weren’t at the hips for nothing.
“I have an idea. I’m going to insist that you be my exclusive stylist on set. That’ll get you in front of Devereaux. I know she’ll love you. Hell, she might even give you your own series, bitch.”
“You’re the star of the show, bitch. Don’t start acting like it’s your show. You know Devereaux Crystal is my client too. All her sisters and her mama have been coming to me for years just like you. What are we doing today?”
His stomach was flat as mine but was cushiony soft. Said the only thing he liked hard on his body was his dick. The juicy-looking red lips tattooed on his neck was #allthat. I didn’t have and didn’t want any tats.
“Make me sexier. I need to turn up. But Dev wants me to keep these cotton-candy clip-ins.”
As Marcus Darlin said, “Honey I’m tossing these.” He dropped them in the trash. “I’ll dye you some human hair that color and sew it in. That way you can tease as you please.”
“For real. All of the Crystals come to you?”
He nodded real slow. “For years.”
“Alexis too?”
“Yes, Goldie. All includes Alexis with her on-again/off-again pregnancies.”
Staring at Marcus in the mirror, I said, “Say what? By whom?”
“More like whoms, but you didn’t hear this from me. First it was for her fiancé, James. That man is so fine. I wish he would cross over. I might sponsor him and have his baby.”
We laughed, then I asked, “Who’s the next daddy?” I inquired, trying to stay on track.
“Mr. Cheesecake, Spencer Domino.”
My jaw dropped.
“Aw, bitch. I recognize that look. Don’t tell me you fucked him too? Yup, you did. I can see it all over your face. Did he make you squirt too? Too late bitch. You took too long to answer.”
“How do you know all of this? And how do you know any of it’s true?”
“Honey, I only know what people tell me. Let’s just say, Spencer is Alexis’s brother. He boned her mother first. I heard he has a Leaning Tower of Pisa package. I wish he’d cross over too. I’d have fraternal twins. One for him and the other one for James. Back to business. I’m feeling Devereaux on this blend. It looks hot on you.”
Tripping in my head, I nodded. “You know I love my red lip, but with this I have to rock my raspberry pink matte lipstick.”
“Back to the gossip. I know you’ve heard that Alexis is about to inherit a few mil. You’d think that bitch already had it rolling around in that Ferrari one day, the Bentley the next. That bitch came up overnight. The same way you did when the ink dried on your marriage license. How’s Big Buster? He still on my team?”
Laughing, I said, “Whatever, bitch.”
“Oh, your dick is safe with me. I don’t like ’em that damn old no matter how much he has.” Marcus Darlin leaned to the side, snapped his finger.
A text from Phoenix registered on my cell. I’m at the house with Nya.
I replied, What house?
Ours.
“Can you believe this? I gave Phoenix a key to my house in Brookhaven.”
Marcus Darlin interrupted, “Devereaux’s fiancé, the one you’ve been fucking for the last two years, Phoenix, has a key to your house now. You crazy as hell. I know it’s the one in Brookhaven. Hell, can’t nobody get up in Fort Knox Conyers with all them damn gates. Why now, Goldie?”
“With the show and him wanting to manage me, I just thought it would make it easier for us to see each other.”
Marcus Darlin stopped shampooing my hair. “What the hell is wrong with you women? You get your time to shine and you give away the spotlight to a man who doesn’t deserve it. When you see him, demand your key back. If you tell him ahead of time, he might make a duplicate.”
I texted Phoenix, I’ll be home when I’m done.
Where are you? he questioned.
I replied, I’ll be there in two hours, three tops.
Didn’t really matter when I got home. It was my house, not his.
I texted Spencer, Meet me at my house in two hours.
Spencer didn’t have my Brookhaven address yet. Had to keep my two sides and their locations separate. I wasn’t a sex addict. Phoenix was the only steady affair I’d had since marrying Buster. Spencer was a crave I wasn’t ready to phase out.
Had to get more of that good dick before dealing with Phoenix and Nya. I was no babysitter. I did not want him bringing her to my house on the regular. This was the last time he could come over with his kid.
“Girl, you’d better appreciate that your husband’s dollars keep the film rolling on Sophisticated Side Chicks ATL, honey, or you’d still be an unknown.”
My jaw dropped.
“Damn, Goldie. You didn’t know that shit either? Bitch, I need to lighten the color of your hair.”
CHAPTER 44
Spencer
Ebony’s text was right on time after getting Blake’s message about calling the police.
Fuck Blake. Ebony was the only one I wanted my baseball bat hittin’ raw.
Lusted for her ’cause this celeb feline was drama free. Raising my hand to knock, it fell on the other side of the threshold as she opened her door.
“Wow, I’m feeling the sexy all up in here. Love the fresh cotton-candy blend.”
She gave me one of those Gone with the Wind fabulous twirls. I could smell the perfume in her hair. For a moment, the scent reminded me of Charlotte. She used to do the same.
“Let’s go outside,” she said, leading the way.
The sun was shining bright. It was damn near ninety degrees. The Jacuzzi was nice, but I was ready to skinny dip in the pool this time.
Picking up a remote, she clicked a few buttons, naked people popped up on a projection wall. Girl-on-girl action. That was what was up. Instantly, my dick got hard.
“Let me undress you,” she said. Not waiting for a response, Ebony removed all my clothes.
“Where’s your legal?” I asked.
“He’s at home.”
My eyes scanned the room. Was dude hiding this time? Was he upstairs?
“Solid?”
“We have a house in Long Island. He’s there most of the time.”
I exhaled. “Chill. How you wanna do this today?”
“I want you to watch me play with my pussy while you stroke your dick in the shower. I wanna see the water splash off your sexy body. When I’m ready for you, I’ll spread my legs. Come to me and I’m going to lick you dry. While you watch me star in my homemade video, you’re going to jackoff all over these pretty titties.”
Yas, yas, yas, yas, yas! What did I do to deserve this freak?
The breeze was fresh, slightly humid.
Ebony slowly walked to the outdoor wet bar, poured two glasses of cognac, sat hers on a short roundtable beside a lounge chair that was positioned directly in front of the shower. Handing me a glass, she told me, “Drink this.”
She refilled me, placed the glass in a cup holder on the wall next to the shower. “For when you’re done. But go slow. It’s not often that I get to watch.”
Sitting on the edge of the lounge chair, she snipped the tip of a cigar, dipped it in the cognac. Firing it up, she wrapped her lips around the end.
I stroked my dick wishing it could trade places with that damn stogie. I despised smoking, but her drag was so damn sexy I had to make her the exception. Admiring myself, I faced Ebony. Did a slow grind for her. Turning sideways, I did soft, long, slippery strokes from the head to the base. I wanted her to see all of this dick that she was about to get. Preferably in her ass.
Holding the cigar in one hand, Ebony fingered herself with the other. Real sexy, she said, “That’s hot, Spencer. Just like the inside of my wet pussy.” She pulled out her finger, eased it in her mouth. “Wanna taste me?”
I nodded. Stroked my shaft faster.
“Get your ass over here then, man.”
Downing my drink, then hers, I placed the glasses on the tile. Moved the wicker round table behind her lounge chair, then I lowered the back of the seat two notches.
“Lay down and place your legs over the top,” I told her as I made the wicker table my seat.
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