My Bestfriend's Man

by P. Dotson

  Speaking of his dad, I peeped how he was looking at me. Who knows, he might come in good use. For now, I would rock with Prince to see just how far he was willing to go to live this fantasy of his. He wanted a club so damn bad. That’s all he talked about and the shit was getting old. Just like a bum he didn’t want to put in the work. He felt the shit should be handed to him.

  At least Savannah and I bonded again. Well, at first she tried to be smart, but things seemed to smooth over at the dinner table. Well, that is until Joan decided to open her mouth about the club. Maybe I could use it to my advantage.

  “Babe, come sit down next to me,” I said patting the couch. He did as he was told. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

  “Huh?” He asked me.

  “You heard me? What are you going to do about it?”

  “There isn’t shit I can do about it. That’s it. Brian was going to give me the club and I fucked it up I guess,” he said giving me this look I didn’t particularly like.

  I scooted closer to him and began to rub his neck. “Baby, sometimes in this game called life, you got to take what’s yours. Nothing is ever handed to you.”

  “So, what exactly are you saying?”

  “You want Brian’s club right?”

  He thought long and hard for a second. “I mean I don’t know if I want his club, but I would like to own my own club one day.”

  “Okay, give me a layout of how you plan on doing it. I mean you do have a plan right?”

  “It’s not that easy, Roxie.”

  “I didn’t say it was, but how bad do you want it?”

  “Words can’t even begin to describe it.”

  “So take it.”

  “I can’t do that to Brian.” I could feel his shoulders starting to get tense. I wondered if this was a mistake, but I wasn’t about to give up.

  “Why not?”

  “Because Roxie, he’s my brother.”

  “That’s my point. You’re his brother just like Ace is, so why can’t he make you partner. You know why baby? Because he doesn’t believe in you. . . but I believe in you,” I said placing my finger on his chin and directing his attention solely on me. “I believe in you baby,” I whispered again as I climbed on top of him and smothered my mouth on top of his.

  He grabbed a handful of my ass as I slowly wound my hips against his wood. Breaking our kiss I slipped off my shirt and bra. Without being told, he gave my breast some attention. He grabbed them both and began to make circular motions around my nipples with his thumb. They immediately saluted him.

  “Hmmmm,” I moaned.

  I grabbed the back of his head and guided him until I felt his warm mouth tackle my nipple. He didn’t discriminate as he worked over time giving them both some alone time. I could feel the moisture form between my thighs. He grabbed me by the shoulders and placed me down on the couch.

  He had my pants down to my ankles before I could blink. He traced the outline of my pussy lips with his finger. He moved my thong to the side and slipped two fingers inside of my love box. I bit my bottom lip as I watched him work his fingers in and out.

  “You know this pussy is yours, right?” I asked while rotating my hips to give him some help. This shit felt so fucking good. I’m trying to concentrate on being the seductress, but his fingers are like magic, got dayum.

  “Prove it,” he said working his fingers faster.

  I leaned my head back on the armrest, grabbed my breast and played with my nipples. I spread my legs wider, draping one over the back of the sofa giving him better access to go deeper. It didn’t take long before he placed his mouth over my pearl.

  I couldn’t keep my body under control. If I didn’t get a hold of myself, his young ass was going to turn me out. I rubbed his head and worked my hips back and forth against his tongue. I wanted to hold onto this feeling a little longer, but I couldn’t. His head game was on point. I grabbed the sofa for support as I reached my peak.

  “Prince, shit,” I said a little louder than I intended to. He was still going in on me. I’m not one to fold, but I couldn’t take it. “Prince, please,” I panted out of breath. He stopped, but my clit continued to pulsate. I lay there for a second to catch my breath.

  “You taste so damn good ma,” he said as he hovered over me. He licked my juices off his lips before bending down to give me a kiss.

  I moaned loudly as we engaged in a tongue war. I could feel the hardness of his dick pressing against his jeans as he rubbed himself against me. Somehow I managed to find some space between our bodies and I aggressively tugged at his belt. He got the hint and released his snake from its cage.

  He rubbed the head of his dick up and down the slit of my pussy before granting me my silent wish. As soon as he entered me I gasped. His shit was thick and fit my pussy like a glove. He had me in a zone as he stroked each and every one of my walls.

  “Got dayum,” he groaned as my walls suffocated his dick.

  “You feel so good baby,” I moaned as I dug my nails into his back.

  I needed him to go deeper. I stretched my legs out further. I guess he wanted to go deeper too because before I knew it my legs were damn near behind my head, but I didn’t mind.

  My eyes rolled in the back of my head and I seductively licked my lips as I allowed Prince to rock this pussy to ecstasy. He placed his face in my neck.

  “Got dayum, this shit is wet.”

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way for you daddy,” I moaned before turning and gently biting his ear. I continued to slightly nibble and suck on it. I knew that’s what he liked.

  “Roxie, I’m. . . ready. . . to…,” He couldn’t even finish the sentence. He tried to pull out, but I held him in place.

  “No, don’t,” I said holding him in place. “No interruptions tonight.”

  It didn’t take much to convince his ass either. Within seconds, he filled me up with a shit load of babies. It’s all good though. I would be down to my nearest pharmacy checking on the morning after pill.

  “I love you Prince,” I whispered in his ear as he lay on top me. Now he was the one trying to catch his breath. I could only laugh to myself. I’m not one to brag, but I do have some immaculate pussy if I do say so myself.

  He sat up and pulled me up with him. He looked at me and gently rubbed my hair before placing his hand on my chin. “I love you too, Roxie,” he whispered before kissing me.

  I could tell by the way he kissed me that his words were sincere. This is just too easy. He would be the perfect man if he wasn’t so damn soft.

  “So, are you ready to take your seat on the throne?” I asked once we finally broke our embrace.

  “Where do we begin?” He asked.

  “Ace.”

  * * *

  I pranced around dancing to French Montana’s ‘Pop That.’ Nothing could take away the joy I felt in my heart right now. Vee and I are going to the mall and then to lunch later. She reached out to me first. I couldn’t believe it.

  When I saw her picture flash across my screen, I damn near dropped my phone I was so excited. Maybe she was finally seeing things from my point of view. All I need is her and all she needs is me. I bounced around in my room, pausing so I could twerk a little something. After my little twerk session, I began to quickly put my clothes on. It was eleven and I promised to be on time today.

  Any other day I would have put on some booty shorts and kept it moving, but I knew Vee disapproved of how I dressed at times so I decided to wear something decent just for her. I threw on a pair of seven jeans, a wife beater and a pair of Michael Kors tennis shoes. I checked my appearance in the mirror again making sure the bun that sat on top of my head stayed in place, grabbed my keys and bounced.

  My phone began to ring as soon as I hopped in the truck. I glanced at the caller ID, saw that it was Bri and continued to keep it moving. She could wait. She probably didn’t want anything anyway. One thing I am glad about is it didn’t take long for her to bounce back on her feet. She had finally mov
ed out. I really liked my space, only exception would be Vee. She could move in with me anytime.

  On my way there, I thought about the plan I laid out for Prince. He seemed to be all in, but I didn’t want to wait too long. He seemed like the unpredictable type. One minute he hot the next he was cold. I was ready to get this done and over with so I could be rid of Brian, my best friend’s man.

  I pulled into Macy’s parking lot. I glanced around and didn’t see Vee’s truck anywhere. I shook my head because for once I was on time. To kill some time I decided to listen to some music. Before I could browse through my collection of music, there was a tap on my window. I looked to my left and my heart melted. There she stood with that beautiful smile of hers. I missed that smile.

  “Hey chick,” I said killing the engine, grabbing my purse and cell phone before opening the door.

  “Hey girlie,” she said stepping back as I hopped out of my truck. I gave her a hug. I inhaled her scent and closed my eyes for a second. It felt like heaven.

  “Where’s your truck?” I said scanning the parking lot once she wiggled out of my embrace.

  “Oh, I rode with Zee. You remember Zaheeda don’t you? We work together.”

  Of course, I remember that bitch. The mention of her name made my body warm all over. My chest heaved up and down as my heart rate quickened. I hated when she did shit like this. I ran my tongue across my teeth. I wanted to lash out, but I couldn’t. If I did, I knew that would only drive Vee away for good.

  “Okay,” I struggled to say as I looked around for this Zaheeda chick.

  “Oh, she’s already inside. She started without us.”

  “Some friend,” I mumbled.

  “Roxie.”

  “I’m just saying,” I said adding light laughter to put her at ease.

  “Come on,” she said heading towards the mall.

  “What you need from the mall anyway?” I asked. I’m mad as hell that she brought an outsider with her. I thought during this time a part she would have learned that it’s supposed to be me and her forever.

  “Well, Brian is having a party down at the club for labor day. I decided to do a little shopping. In the meantime, I’m hoping that we can all bond and have some fun. You will like Zaheeda I promise.”

  I let a few seconds of silence slide between us. Vee should know me well enough by now that I ain’t keen on outsiders. I would never get use to the idea of sharing her.

  “Okay,” I replied with the shrug of my shoulders.

  “Are you going to play nice?”

  “Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

  “You know how you get.”

  “I’m offended,” I said placing my hand over my heart.

  “Yeah, whatever.”

  We finally made it inside and the cool air put me at ease. The sun was out and definitely doing its job which is more than I could say for my deodorant. My armpits felt moist and one thing I couldn’t stand is sweat. To me it isn’t very lady like. My jeans felt like they were stuck to my skin because of the moisture. This is why I hated clothes. The less I wore, the better.

  Savannah pulled out her cell phone as soon as we walked in. “Hey, where you at?” I stood there and listened to her talk. I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling as I looked around. “Okay, we will be there in two minutes,” she said before ending the call.

  “She is over in the shoe department.”

  We walked in silence as we made our way over to the shoe department. My attitude was at an all-time high. I started to count backward from one hundred to control the negative thoughts that raced through my head.

  “Who is she talking too?” Vee whispered.

  I looked toward where she was looking. I’ve seen Zaheeda a few times here and there whenever I would drop by to see Vee at work. To me she wasn’t anything special. She had long hair that was about it. Just your average basic bitch to me. She wasn’t on me and Vee’s level.

  We stood to the side as this Zaheeda chick continued to conversate with some tall dude. I scanned over him. He was cute. Light skin, tall, dreads. A heavy chain holding a cross hung around his neck. I couldn’t deny he was well put together and his persona screamed money. He must have felt us watching because he glanced over our way. He must have liked what he saw because he did a double take.

  His eyes lingered on me longer than they should have. I barely batted an eye as I stared back at him. Now that I got a full view, that nigga was fine. I only did this because I wanted to make Zaheeda jealous. She saw how he looked at me, but to my disappointment she didn’t appear fazed. She kept right on talking like his actions didn’t make her business bad.

  Their conversation finally came to an end. They weren’t talking about much anyway. The stack he dropped on her didn’t go unnoticed either. He rubbed his chin and licked his lips as he walked past us. If I turned around there was no doubt in my mind, he would be checking me out.

  “Who was that?” Savannah asked.

  “A friend,” Zaheeda answered as she stuffed the money he gave her in her pocket.

  “Just a friend, huh,” Vee inquired.

  “Yep.”

  “So all your friends drop money on you like that?”

  “Certain ones.”

  “You know what they call those type of dudes don’t you?”

  “Yeah, sugar daddies, but as long as he keeps my pockets stacked that’s cool with me.” Savannah shook her head. “What?”

  “Did I peep a wedding ring on his finger?”

  “You sure did, but they are going through a divorce.”

  “That’s what they all say Zee.”

  I wondered what was up with this Zee shit. Out of all the years I’ve known Vee she has never given me a pet name. She’s known this bitch all of five minutes and they all chummy. This shit was sickening. I could feel myself on the verge of getting sick, literally.

  “Chick, I don’t care if he is or not. Maybe her ass has finally seen the light. You know he had three kids on her within two years of their marriage.” Vee’s mouth fell open. My neck snapped back at that news. “Yeah.”

  “Who is he anyway?” Vee asked being nosey.

  “That’s not important.”

  “Well, I don’t see why you need a sugar daddy anyway. You make decent money. I just don’t get the women of the world today. Where are all my strong independent women who don’t sell their bodies for money?”

  “Yes, I do make decent money but why spend mines when I can spend his?” Zaheeda asked. I had to agree with that.

  “Whatever,” Savannah said shaking her head. “Oh, Zee you remember Roxie don’t you?”

  “Ummm, not really,” she said shaking her head with this look on her face like she really didn’t remember me.

  This is why I don’t fool with females. They are so petty. She wanted me to take it there with her. I knew Vee told her I was coming, so I don’t know why she trying to act brand new like she doesn’t remember me. She had ample enough time to refresh her memory, but it is what it is.

  “Well, I’m Roxie. Nice to meet you Fajita,” I said extending my hand.

  “Zaheeda,” Savannah corrected me.

  I shook my head and gave her a phony laugh. “I’m sorry, Zaheeda. I knew it was a weird name.” She rolled her eyes but shook my hand anyway. “Nice to meet you, again.”

  “The same here,” she responded.

  “Okay, now that we have gotten the pleasantries out of the way are you ladies ready to shop?” Savannah asked.

  “That’s what I do best,” I said ready to get the ball rolling.

  “Let’s do it,” Zaheeda added.

  * * *

  I wasn’t feeling this Zaheeda chick. She never knew when to shut the fuck up and on top of that she literally followed Vee every fucking where we went. This bitch didn’t have a mind of her damn own. If Vee had to take a piss, she was right behind her. If Vee went to browse at the underwear guess who claimed they needed a damn thong? This Zaheeda chick.

  Vee needs to pick
her friends more carefully. If I didn’t know any better, I would think she is obsessed with Vee or something. No, I’m not over reacting this is true shit. I’m ready to go anyway. I couldn’t even begin to bond with this overbearing bitch. I felt like a third wheel. The way these two carried on as if they had been childhood friends made me sick to my damn stomach.

  Vee was soaking this bitch up like a damn sponge. Maybe I am a little jealous, but I think I have every right to be. Vee is so caught up in this girl she can’t see what this chick is really up too. She wants to push us apart, but that ain’t happening.

  After a couple hours of shopping, we all agreed the food court was our next stop. It didn’t surprise me that Zaheeda had an appetite for whatever Vee wanted. I shook my head as I ordered my food and found a seat. The mall was crowded, but surprisingly not too bad for a Saturday.

  I looked around waiting for dumb and dumber to get their food so we could get out of here. As I ate, I spotted momma Karen, Vee’s mother. I smiled because I haven’t had a chance to stop by and see them in a while. Well, at least pop Gerald anyway. Momma Karen allowed me into her home, but I didn’t bond with her the way I did with pop Gerald. I guess you can call me a daddy’s girl, just like Vee.

  Grabbing a napkin, I quickly wiped my hands and stood up just as momma Karen spotted Vee and Zaheeda the bull. This is one thing I had up on Ms. Zaheeda or so I thought. My nose turned up as I watched momma Karen give both Vee and Zaheeda a hug. I stood stuck in my spot for a minute. I couldn’t believe it. My jealous streak was at an all-time high and I had to find a way to get myself together. I took in a few quick much needed breaths as I took a sip of my iced tea.

  Vee pointed in my direction. All three looked at me and momma Karen waved. I waved back although I felt some kind of way because she didn’t seem all that excited to see me. We haven’t seen each other in at least a month. I did all I could to dismiss my feelings as I walked over to them.