by Tynessa
What Hurts The Most?
II
A Novel By:
Tynessa
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Synopsis
When Kacey shows up at Tangela’s doorstep unexpectedly, it leaves her in a dilemma that she never anticipated. To make matters worse, it was right after Quintez had just confessed his love for her. The feelings are mutual, but deep down she feels Kacey still holds the key to her heart. Let’s just see how forgiving Kacey will be once he finds out what Tangela has been up to while he was incarcerated. Will Quintez find happiness with the woman that has captured his heart in a short period of time or will Kacey be willing to put up a fight for the woman that was supposed to hold him down no matter what?
Nobody’s perfect! Those are the words Jay’vion needs for Asia to understand. Now that she has moved on, all she wants is for him to realize it’s over between them, but those aren’t the words Jay’vion wants to hear. He is determined to get his woman back by any means—all the while, he continues to flaunt his sidepiece around. Will Asia continue to stand her ground or will she fall under Jay’vion’s spell once again? The bigger question is, will Jay’vion be willing to leave Stacy alone once and for all?
Acknowledgments
First, I would like to thank God for giving me this gift and the ability to stay focused. To my #1 fan, my mom Varnessa (Rena) Mack, I can’t even begin to describe how much I love you. Thanks for being you and for all the love that you continue to give me. I love you more than life itself! To my aunt Trellis (Gail) Watson, you are the one true person that I can share anything with and won’t judge me. You are more like my best friend than my aunt and I love you more than you will ever know. Thanks ladies, for encouraging me to not give up, and for always listening to all my ideas and even adding a few of y’all own. I love you ladies more than anything in this world! I would also like to give a special shout out to my dad Michael (Big Mike) Mack for your love and support. I love you more than anything! Also, shouts out to my little brother and nephews Mi’kerriun, Johntavious, and Jahiem Mack. I love you guys so much. To my little/big sister Knykayshia, I love you so much girl!
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I dedicate this book to my four angels that are watching over me, Nellie Jo (Grandma Jackie) Hammock, Johnnie Mae (MeMamma) Watson, Quinterrance (Quinn) Watson and Allen (T.A. Tuddy) Watson. I love and miss y’all so much and I know the four of you would be so proud of me. (I still find it hard to believe y’all are gone) REST IN PEACE! Also, R.I.P. Moon and Debbie. Y’all are definitely being missed!
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Chapter 1
Daddy’s Home!
Tangela
I said a silent prayer as Quintez stood there fully dressed. When he finally decided to get up and put on his clothes, I didn’t know, but I was happy he did. Kacey seeing this man butt ass naked would’ve been unexplainable. I was already standing here wondering how I was going to get myself out of us being in my apartment alone. I wished I could just disappear right about now.
I looked down at Quintez’s unzipped pants and almost shitted on myself before looking back up at Kacey as he stood there looking confused. Lord I hope he don’t see this, I said to myself.
“W-What’s up, Tez? Fuck you doing here, man?” asked Kacey.
Okay, first of all—how did he know Quintez? Second, when did he get out, and why wasn’t I aware of him getting an early release? There are so many questions running through my head right now. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that my baby is home, but Kacey wasn’t supposed to be getting out for another three years—well two in a half was more like it.
“What’s up nigga? How the fuck did you get out? I thought you had to do five years in that bitch. Nigga, did you escape?” asked Quintez as they dapped each other up and embraced in a brotherly hug. I’m standing here confused as hell at this point.
“Fuck no I ain’t escaped! Early release. I’m home baby.” Kacey picked me up and spun me around. I didn’t get it. How did he get an early release when he had to serve five years? Something in the pudding wasn’t right. I’m assuming Quintez wasn’t buying it either from the look that was on his face. Oh well! My baby is home and that’s all that matters. I didn’t give a fuck who liked it and who didn’t!
“I missed yo’ sexy ass so fucking much girl,” Kacey announced right before tonguing me down. I wanted to pull back, for the simple fact that Quintez was standing there looking, but I didn’t because Kacey was my man, and he would’ve been questioning me as to why I didn’t want to kiss him in front of Quintez. This shit is awkward as hell.
The sound of Quintez’s throat being cleared caused me and Kacey to break our kiss. He was standing there rubbing the back of his neck while staring at the floor. I know I just said this, but I’m going to say it once again—this shit is awkward as fuck! Kacey looked from me to Quintez, then back to me and just stared.
“Is everything okay?” he asked me.
Oh God, he knows! I said to myself. I chuckled nervously and said, “Yea, baby. Quintez was just leaving.” I kept my eyes on Kacey to avoid the pissed off look on Quintez’s face. This was exactly why I should have never started fucking with this nigga in the first place.
“Yea, I was just coming by to check on lil mama, since my brother was busy,” Quintez lied. We finally made eye contact and his held so much madness and hurt; I just looked away. I knew I was going to be hearing from him soon.
“Your brother? Who’s that?” Though Kacey was asking Quintez, he was looking dead at me. So I answered him, quickly.
“Jay’vion is his bro
ther, baby.”
I saw excitement in his eyes. Those mothafuckas lit up like a kid on Christmas day.
“Word? Jay yo’ brother. Man, how I didn’t see that shit. Now that she said that, y’all niggas look just alike.” They slapped hands once again. “Man, where that nigga at? I got to see my boy!” Kacey was happy as hell, finding out Quintez was Jay’vion’s brother.
“I’ll let him know you out,” Quintez said nonchalantly. He turned to me and said, through narrowed eyes, “Aight, Tang, I’ll fuck with you later.” With that, his mad ass walked out the door. I don’t know why he’s mad at me. Shit, it ain’t like I knew the nigga was getting out today.
I almost walked out right behind that nigga, though, not because I was in love with him, but because I had gotten caught with the nigga in my apartment. Kacey had to know it was more going on than the lie Quintez had told him. Shit, it was written on both our faces.
When Quintez walked out, I locked the door and damn near ran to the shower. I knew Kacey was going to want some of Ms. Kitty, but I didn’t care how long he’d been locked up, I wasn’t about to have sex with him when I’d just had sex with Quintez not even thirty minutes ago. Nah, I wasn’t that chick. Now giving him head was a different story.
“So, what’s the deal with him?” he asked, looking at me suspiciously. I tried to play it cool, though.
“What you mean? He told you why he came over here,” I replied as I gathered me some clothes to prepare for my shower.
“Why are you rushing to the shower?” Kacey then asked. I rolled my eyes upwards. I didn’t see how bitches cheated on their niggas. This was my first time being in this situation, and I already couldn’t deal. All these damn questions and shit, I wasn’t up for it. He just got out and he was already starting to work my nerves. Damn, something told me not to open that damn door for, Quintez. Then I wouldn’t be getting interrogated right now.
“Kacey, I been cleaning all day. Haven’t nobody been fucking if that’s what you thinking.” He looked as if he didn’t believe me. I frowned. “I haven’t. Shit, I couldn’t fuck him even if I wanted to. I started my fucking cycle yesterday.” I rolled my eyes and pouted as I lied. He knew how bitchy I was when it was that time of month, so I had to make the shit believable.
I walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me before he could even respond. Had he kept on, he was gon’ know the truth. I took a shower and when I got out, I applied a tampon into Ms. Kitty, just in case he felt the need to check me. I was not about to get caught up.
When I came back out, dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, Kacey was laid back on the bed in just his boxers and socks; comfortably. His lil body was all toned up, but he wasn’t nearly as buff as Quintez. Kacey had always been a skinny, yet greedy guy. I didn’t understand how he could eat so much and not gain any weight.
“Bring your ol’ sexy ass here,” he ordered.
Walking over to the bed, I climbed on top of him in a riding position. I rotated my hips as I leaned down, locking my lips with his. Placing his hand inside the back of my shorts, Kacey, began caressing my ass. The whole time we were dry fucking, he was begging me to have sex—not even caring that I was supposed to be on my period.
“Just let me stick the head in. Shit, we can put a towel down and all; I just need some pussy from my ol’ lady. This shit still mines, ain’t it?” I nodded my head because he knew my pussy would forever be his. Here lately, Quintez had been marking his territory, though.
Ugh, I’m such a whore! I thought to myself as Kacey continued to beg. As bad as I wanted to, I wasn’t giving in. I just giggled with each plead.
After seeing I wasn’t giving in, he then asked, “Well, can a nigga get some head then?”
I had no problem with that, and I didn’t say anything as I eased down and unleashed the dragon that was captured in his pants. Kacey was big, but not nearly big as Quintez. Easing his rock hard penis into my mouth, I begin making love to it. Kacey was the only person whose dick had ever felt what the inside of my mouth felt like. Quintez hadn’t even felt this shit, and I was now in love with him. Just thinking about me being in love with another man caused me to suck on Kacey’s dick a little harder and more intense.
I was working that shit, and no less than two minutes later, he was pushing my head back. I knew he was on the verge of cumin’, so I began jerking him off. I didn’t play that nutting in my mouth bullshit, and Kacey knew that.
“Damn, girl. You better not have been doing that shit to nobody else. I hate to get out and body a mothafucka,” he said while walking behind me to the bathroom. I didn’t even respond to him because I knew Kacey wouldn’t kill a fly. Once I brushed my teeth, I left Kacey in there to shower. We had made plans to go to the mall and do a little shopping. Thank God that he still had his little money in his account. Though, I had access to it, I didn’t touch any of it. I had my own.
Quintez: So, what does this mean?
I stared at the text message Quintez had just sent me. I honestly didn’t know what this meant. Since my dude was home, I didn’t know where Quintez and I would stand. I loved him, I really did, but Kacey was the one with my heart—so I thought, anyways. Ugh, I’m confused as hell at this point in my life. Like Quintez said right before Kacey knocked on my door—I couldn’t string them both along, and I wasn’t going to.
Chapter 2
My Angel!
Kacey
I felt it was something going on with Tan and that nigga Tez, but I wasn’t for sure. I didn’t like the way he was looking at her with lustful eyes, and she couldn’t even look that nigga’s way. If something wasn’t going on, it wasn’t because they didn’t want it to be. I was just glad I came when I did, ‘cause ain’t no telling what would’ve went down if I didn’t. I couldn’t wait to get up with Jay to see had she been a good girl for daddy while I was away.
I couldn’t even believe that nigga and Tez were brothers and I didn’t notice the resemblance before. Those niggas looked just alike. I met Tez like three months before he was released from the Atlanta Federal Penitentiary. I was transferred from Roger State Prison, in Reidsville, Ga. Though him and me didn’t just kick it like that when we was locked up together, we were still cool. He was very reserved, but at the same time, niggas knew he wasn’t to be fucked with. That nigga name rang bells all throughout that mothafucka.
“Yo, let’s pull up on that nigga, Jay,” I ordered Tan as we left South DeKalb Mall. Tan looked at me with a frown before informing me that Jay had been treating Asia like shit. Hell, that wasn’t nothing new. Before I got locked up, that nigga ran hoes all around the south. To be honest, I was surprised his dick hasn’t fell off yet.
“I guess we can go to his house or whatever, to see if he’s there,” she finally said. During the ride to Jay’s house, we talked about the little shit that had been going on with her while I was away. All my baby did was work and came back home. Tan said I was in prison stressing over her for no reason. I hoped she wasn’t just shooting me shit, and that she was being the perfect angel that she was portraying to be.
When we pulled up to Jay’s house, it was two cars parked in the driveway, so I knew that nigga had to be home. Hopping out, I strolled up to the door and knocked, with Tan right beside me. Seconds later, a light brown-skinned chick opened the door with nothing but a t-shit and socks on—not even a damn bra. My head snapped to Tan, and she was looking at the girl as if she wanted to deliver her ass a three piece and a biscuit. She was pissed.
“Yo, Jay here?” I asked as I pulled my baby closer to me by her waist.
“Yea, he’s in here. Y’all can come on in,” the girl smiled and said. I got ready to walk in, but Tan wasn’t budging.
“I’m not feeling this shit. I am not about to go in there and sit and kick it with this nigga and his bitch. The fuck I look like?” I knew her loyalty was with Asia, but even she said they had been broken up for months. So if ol’ dude wanted to move on then, so what?
“Man, chill out an
d come on.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. We walked in, and ol’ girl was laid back on the loveseat. She informed us that Jay was upstairs and would be down in a minute. It was awkward as hell being that the chick was damn near naked and I was horny as fuck, but I occupied myself with the phone I’d just got from Sprint where Tan works.
“I know that ain’t my mothafucka nigga, Breezy!” Jay spoke loudly as we slapped hands and embraced in a brotherly hug. Man, I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss this silly ass mothafucka.
Jay was the first nigga I had met when I moved down here with Tan and Asia. I had always sold weed, but never that hard shit that would send me away to prison. When Jay put me on and the cash started flowing, it’s like the shit became natural to me. But you know what they always say; all good things come to an end. That happened when I made a drug deal to an undercover cop.
“When the fuck did you get out? What’s up Tan, why you didn’t tell me that my nigga was out?” he looked at Tan and asked. She didn’t even look up from her phone to acknowledge him.
“Shit, I was just as surprised as you,” was all she said.
“Aye, but—,” he started off but out of nowhere, he said, “Bitch, if you don’t get yo’ funky ass up off that damn couch and go put some fucking clothes on I’ll beat the brakes off yo’ ass. You see I got damn company and you just sitting over there chillin’ like you at home or some shit. Stupid ass bitch! That’s the exact reason I’m gon’ stop fucking with you because you act like you slow as fuck.” Jay’s harsh words hurt my damn feelings. Baby girl didn’t even say shit as she got up and stomped off, like a damn kid. As if his words weren’t enough, Jay’s crazy ass mushed her in the back of the head. Tan and I both looked at the whole scene in disbelief. Let that mothafucka try to pull some shit like that with Asia; he would’ve died right then.