If I Was Your Woman 2: A BBW Camden Love Story

by Mz. Toni

  When they walked away I had mixed emotions part of me was worried for her but the other part said fuck her and if he was whooping her ass that's karma for the slimy shit she’s done in the past. Not once did she ask how her daughter was doing not once has she called her daughter in the three years that she’s been gone. I couldn't wait to see Quesha so I could tell her what the fuck just happened and who I saw my little sister with.

  When I got home, I was sitting at my computer working when Quesha rushed into my office. Looking at the time, I realized that it was almost midnight. Good thing the kids were at their grandma’s house, they asses would have been starving and R.J. would still be at the movie theater with Sparkle’s ass wondering where I was.

  “Can you talk?” she asked sounding sad.

  “What up, you ok?”

  “Ok so I told Chris about my status.”

  “How did he take it, what did he say, how did you tell him?”

  “So I agree to go on the date with him and he sends me the address. I’m like oh shit this is a house address I hope he ain't tryna fuck. So I pull up and he has this beautiful house, when I say beautiful bitch, I mean mansion style. So you know me, I wasted no time, I'm like so you got this with drug money!” she said causing me to burst out laughing.

  “You ain't ask him that shit!”

  “I sure did, but anyways bitch don't interrupt let me finish!”

  “So he didn't even get mad or offended he explained to me that he had a law suit on the New York police department. A police officer shot him and fucked him up real bad, he had an academic scholarship and everything before that took place. He’s still really smart but he said he has a tendency to act on impulse which can't be good, especially since he a big ass nigga. Anyways, so we got to talking and he reached over and kissed me and girl it was the best kiss I ever had. We got a little out of control and I pushed him off me. I guess his feelings were hurt because he offered to take me home, I felt bad as hell and I just knew that this was the time to tell him because I didn't want him to think for a minute that I didn't like him. I told him how much I like him and how I've enjoyed the time that we’d spent together, but I had something to tell him. Grabbing his hand, I just let him know that I made a few mistakes in the past, got involved with a bad man who infected me with HIV and got me hooked on drugs,” she said as tears rolled down her eyes.

  “What did he say?” I asked teary eyed

  “Girl he grabbed my face and kissed me with even more passion than he did the first time, he told me that he knew from the moment he saw me that I would be his wife and this makes no difference, he continued to tell me that everything would work out for the best. We spent the rest of the day talking, kissing and cuddling. He did things to my heart that were orgasmic and had me feeling on a level I’ve never felt with sex,” she said as the tears flowed from her eyes. I wanted to tell her what went down at the mall today and who I saw, but for the first time since finding out her medical status, she actually looked genuinely happy and I didn't want to be the one to mess it up. I was genuinely hapy for her and I just hope that one day I would find a man that made me feel all those things and more, somebody willing to give me just as much as I give them.

  Chapter Twenty

  (Shante)

  So after doing some research, I came to the conclusion that Kasan’s ass didn't want me to know about this house he just bought. I looked to see if the person staying there was paying Kasan rent every month and sure enough they weren't. That only made what I believed to be even more of the truth, he was cheating and had some bitch staying rent free at a house he owns. Part of me wanted to call Camille but I ain't wanna be wrong and be left looking stupid like she was when she followed Mark’s ass to that nursing home. I wanted to believe that this was a misunderstanding and maybe he was doing right by me. I mean he doesn't have to tell me everything that goes on in his life because I don't tell him everything. I found the address and I was damn sure going to that house as soon as the sun went down, I wasn't beat for driving all that way only for whoever is there not to be home. Things with Kasan have been so weird lately, we barely see each other and he still being sneaking, he thinks I don't notice but I do. I just don't say shit anymore because it ain't worth it, he’s just gonna lie. I was busy with my own shit anyways. My school let me graduate even though I missed a lot, my grades were still awesome and I did my makeup work online. I started my internship at an elementary school last month so that's been keeping my mind occupied, but tonight was the night that I was finally gonna find out the truth. Kasan rubbing my back interrupted me from my thoughts, I swear I hated how much I loved this man; just his touch turned me on in the worst way.

  “Morning my love what you got planned for today?” he asked as he stood up to stretch.

  “Nothing you know dad comes home today and we’re meeting for lunch,” I said not being able to hide my excitement.

  “Yeah I spoke to him last night. He supposed to meet me at the club later on tonight.”

  “Oh okay, well what do you have set up for today? I was thinking maybe we could spend some time together this morning.”

  “You know I love spending time with you but I’m crammed for today, I have a bunch of meetings,” he said not even looking me in the face.

  “Oh ok that's cool, I guess I’ll see you at dinner,” I said disappointed. He had been so busy lately and although I know most of it is business, I also knew that it was something else. I told his ass to watch his back cuz I wasn't playing with his ass when it came down to my happiness and if my hand was forced I would choose myself. I guess he didn't believe me or maybe he just didn't care, I don't know, but what I did know was that his ass was still up to no good.

  “I know things have been hectic, shit I miss ya ass too and I promise shit will be straight soon. I appreciate you for being patient and not snapping on a nigga,” he said reassuring me. If only he knew the real deal. I'm not some dumb chick that's gonna let him do whatever he wanted to me and accept that shit, I was giving him the rope to hang himself with and now that time has come.

  “I’m not gonna do that because I know what you're doing and I know everything you're doing is for us, how can I complain and bitch about that?” I replied lying my ass off.

  “That's my girl,” he said kissing my lips softly. It had been a couple days since my last dose of some dope daddy dick so I was dripping from anticipation alone. Flipping me over, he bent me over on all fours. I waited impatiently and nothing happened so I turned to see what the hell he was doing back there. He was just staring with a hungry look in his eyes; I guess he missed this pie just as much as I missed his dope dick. I could appreciate the admiration but my pussy was screaming for him. Slapping my ass, he stood back watching it jiggle, the sight of my ass shakin like jello caused him to bite his bottom lip. Slipping a finger into my slippery slope, he slowly finger fucked me until I was fiending for the dick.

  “Please fuck me!” I yelled becoming impatient.

  “You want this dick?” he asked grabbing his huge member while still fingering me.

  “Yes, I want that dick!” I said excited for what was to come. Pulling his finger out, I watched as he tasted my juices.

  “Hmmm just right,” he moaned right before diving in tongue first, devouring my pussy. He was cheek deep in my pussy not caring about breathing; his sole goal was my pleasure. Pushing his head deeper and deeper he continued to go hard. Holding his head tighter, I released my lava all in his mouth and on his face. Never one to waste something so delicious, he slurped it all up causing me to shudder.

  “Damn babe!” I said instantly wanting to take a nap. I swear this man did things to my body that should be illegal. He’s my first and I’m actually ok with him being my last.

  “Nah I ain't done with you! You wanted this dick now you gonna get it,” he said with a sneaky smirk. Slamming his whole dick into me, I lost my breath for a minute.

  “Shit daddy yessss!!!!” I screamed out throwing my ass back.
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  “You know it's been days since I had some so why you playing dirty!” he asked while grabbing a handful of my hair. I straight ignored his ass as I continued to throw this ass back; I knew he couldn't handle it when I matched his deep thrusts. He always says no chick ever handled the dick like me; he was so use to women running from his shit, but not me, I took it like a pro.

  “Damn this pussy so good!” he said kissing my back while still knocking my screws loose. I could feel my orgasm building up and he continuously hit my spot with perfection.

  “Oh my God I'm about to cum!” I screamed out throwing my ass back even harder.

  “Fuck! Me too, can daddy cum with you?” he asked. I couldn’t even answer because the sound of his voice was all I needed to send me over the edge; we both came long and hard. Collapsing on top of me, he placed small kisses all over my back. That was one thing I loved about him, many people feared him but with me, he was the sweetest gentlest man I’d ever met. He was so affectionate, he always made me feel loved whether we were making love or not.

  “I missed you Kasan,” I said snuggling up close to him.

  “I missed you too Tae baby,” he said kissing my forehead. It was times like this that I missed. It's been weeks since we actually had time to cuddle after sex, usually he was coming home, giving me some dick and then heading back out or I was at internship.

  “I have to head out babe,” he said while looking at his phone.

  “Ok Kasan, I guess I’ll see you later for dinner,” I said heading to the shower.

  “Aight I’m gonna use the other shower, messing with you I ain't never gonna get out of here,” he said staring at my naked ass. I laughed while shaking my head and walked into the bathroom. I couldn't wait until I found out the truth because this shit was fucking with my mental. When I got out the shower, Kasan was already gone. No kiss, no hug, no see ya later, I'm not gonna lie I was feeling some type of way. Instead of being upset and letting his behavior get the best of me I got dressed so I could start my day. It was already eleven am and I was supposed to meet my dad for lunch at twelve-thirty, I was super hyped. My dad had been in NY for two months wrapping things up and I couldn't be more excited to have him back home.

  Pulling up to Bonefish Grill, I knew my dad was already there because his car stood out like a sore thumb; he drove a 2015 Porsche Panamera. My dad was a very flashy man as he should be sitting on the kind of money that he was. Me, I always been the low-key type. I still had the same truck Kasan got me three years ago although my father and Kasan constantly tried talking me into getting something newer and better, I loved my truck. That didn't stop them from purchasing me some new shit every chance they got. I now had one car and two trucks that I didn't even drive. I wasn't going to turn shit down though especially from my father so I accepted all of it while complaining. I walked in and saw him sitting at a table in the back. I couldn't hide the smile that appeared, I swear I was truly a daddy’s girl.

  “Hey daddy!” I said hugging him tight.

  “Hey baby girl!” he said spinning me around.

  “I missed you so much!”

  “I missed you too. Sit, sit let's talk,” he said pulling out my chair.

  “So how was NY?”

  “Business is business as always. My transition to New Jersey is finally complete.”

  “Yay so now you're gonna be here be here?” I asked childlike.

  “Yes baby girl, I'm gonna be here be here!” he said laughing. I sat back and stared at my dad and I had to admit he was a handsome man. At fifty years old, he still looked just as I remembered him when I was three years old, minus the salt and pepper hair. Standing at 6’3, 200lbs he wasn't body builder built, but he definitely had a six-pack. He had beautiful sun kissed skin that was blemish free and flawless, hazel eyes and a body full of tattoos. He kept his salt n pepper hair in a low cut fade and always kept his beard trimmed neatly. My father was a handsome Dominican man. Staring at him, I realized that I looked more like him than I did my own mom.

  “I'm so happy you're here to stay dad, so how’s the single life treating you?” I asked after placing my order.

  “Yeah about that, I have to talk to you about something.”

  “Ok what’s up?”

  “I got this sexy young thing I been digging in for a few months but she's been asking for more, she wants to meet the fam and shit,” he said laughing.

  “So are you feeling her like that?”

  “Hell nah, I been fucking with her mom for a couple weeks now and I'm feeling her, we got more in common and shit,” he said seriously.

  “Dad you have got to be fucking kidding me! How you just gonna start sleeping with that girl mom?” I asked laughing. I swear niggas wasn't shit and my dad was no exception.

  “Man that girl more than half my age she was just something to do since I had nobody in Jersey.”

  “So what do you need from me?” I asked shaking my head.

  “I just want you to meet her and tell me if she fits me, you know, feel her out.”

  “I guess I can do that for you. How about you bring her to the house next weekend, I can cook dinner and I’ll feel her out then.”

  “Thanks baby girl!” he said kissing my forehead.

  “No problem.”

  “So how's married life treating you?” he asked while eating. I know he wasn't talking to me because last I checked my ring finger was empty and this nigga could barely keep his ass at home.

  “I don't know about married life, I would have to get married first before I could answer that question,” I said laughing.

  “Sounds like problems are brewing,” he said looking at me suspiciously.

  “I guess you can say that,” I said sadly.

  “Do I need to have a talk with that nigga?”

  “No I can handle it, but you know how you feel in ya heart that something ain't right, well that's how I been feeling.”

  “That's ya woman's intuition, follow it. You know I love Kasan like my own, but if he ain't doing you right leave that nigga!”

  “Don't worry, I plan on it,” I said more to myself.

  “Do you remember anything about when you got shot?” he asked.

  “Daddy I'm alive and well just leave that shit alone.”

  “I asked you a fucking question!”

  “No, I don't remember anything!” I snapped back.

  “I'm sorry for yelling baby girl.”

  “It's cool,” I said. We ordered dessert and continued to talk and catch up, we stayed in that restaurant for over two hours and we didn't even notice until the waitress came with the check for the third time. After my father paid the bill, we said our goodbyes and parted ways. When I arrived home, of course Kasan wasn't home. He hadn't called or texted me but now that I knew what was going on I could be more supportive and understanding. We upgraded to a four bedroom house last year, and to be honest it was nice but I would rather be at the condo than staying in this big ass house all alone. Going in the kitchen, I pulled out some tilapia to fry up for dinner. I wanted dinner to be cooked, a blunt rolled and a bottle of Hennessey on deck. Standing in the kitchen over the stove, I was in my zone. The last piece of fish was almost done, my red beans and rice put Uncle Ben's to shame, my broccoli was cheesy and looking tasty and my corn bread was cooked to perfection. These were all some of Kasan’s favorite foods. After writing him a note saying that I was going to spend some girl time with Camille, Shana and Quesha, I got myself ready to head out. Sending Shana and Camille a text, I let them know that I needed them to cover for me, I wasn't sure what they were gonna do but they would figure it out. After putting the address into my GPS, I took the long drive to the house, after parking I checked it out. It was cute, but not like our house, so whoever he had staying there couldn't be that important. Who the fuck was I fooling? If he had that bitch staying at his house, she had to mean something to him. Walking up to the door I knocked lightly and waited, when the door opened I wasn't expecting to see Keisha’s slimy as
s standing before me.

  “You live here?” I asked as she held a little girl who looked to be six-eight months old.

  “Uhh...yeah...” she said with a stutter sounding guilty as hell.

  “Oh and you had a baby?”

  “Yeah her name is Kassandra,” she boasted proudly. It took everything in my heart not to fuck this bitch up, but she was holding her baby. This bitch has a baby by my man and the baby is named after him. I know Kasan named her and that's what hurts the most, I remember him telling me if we ever had a daughter he wanted her name to be Kassandra. As I stared at the baby I couldn't help the tears that flowed from my eyes. Instead of standing there and continuing to look stupid, I got into my car and left. When I got into the car, I called Camille asking her to meet me at my old apartment. She must have felt that I needed her bad because when I pulled up she was already waiting by my front door.