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My Husband's Whore Part 2

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by Racquel Williams


  “So tell me Spencer, do you always date your clients?”

  “No, not always, but then again, I don’t get too many sexy, brilliant and sassy women in my office.”

  “Ha, ha, good one.”

  “I’m dead ass though. You are a beautiful woman Destiny.”

  “You know I had a rough marriage and truthfully, I don’t think that I’m ready to date so soon.”

  “No rush, but I would love the chance to show you, how a queen should be treated.”

  His words sent chills up my spine as he took my hands into his and stared into my eyes.

  “I know, you’ve been through hell, but don’t let one bad apple, mess it up for the rest of us.”

  Before I could respond, he put his hand over my lips. “Shh…” he leaned in and kissed me. I wanted to pull away, but my heart wouldn’t let me, so I started to kiss him back.

  “So this is the nigga, you fucking now, huh?” Hassan’s voice startled me.

  Spencer jumped up and I stood up beside him.

  “What are you doing here? I told your ass, I want you out of my shit.”

  “Fuck you bitch. So nigga, what the fuck are you doing here in my house?”

  “The lady of the house invited me in.”

  “Nah, fuck that. This is my motherfucking house and you, my nigga is trespassing.” He stepped toward Spencer.

  “Yo bro, be easy. I ‘ont want no trouble, matter of fact, I was just leaving.”

  “Nah nigga, fuck that. Ain’t nobody leaving ‘til I find out, what I want to know.”

  “Hassan, you need to grow the fuck up. This is my house, and I invited him in here. So if you have a motherfucking problem, you need to address me.” I said as I stepped toward him.

  “Ha, ha, I see you a weak ass nigga that hides behind a bitch,” Hassan spat with venom in his voice.

  In a split second Spencer had punched him the jaw. Blood spilled out the corner of his mouth.

  “Nah nigga, you done fucked up. Do you know who I am? I’m Hassan, the attorney,” he said as he wiped the blood away.

  He lunged toward Spencer, but Spencer backed up and pulled out a Colt .45 gun on him.

  “Like I said, I was leaving. Now get out of my motherfucking way before I splatter your membrane all over this carpet.” Spencer aimed the weapon at Hassan’s head.

  “Nigga, fuck you and take this bitch with you.”

  “That may not be a bad idea. Destiny gone ahead and grab yourself few items so we can go.”

  “Fuck you, you stupid bitch. That’s why you ain’t bond me out, you was too busy sucking this nigga’s dick.”

  I was going to answer him, but instead I shook my head and walked off. On my way up the stairs, I whispered a prayer to God. I didn’t want Spencer to kill this fool. I might hate him, but he’s my daughter’s father and I had no idea how I would explain this to her.

  I grabbed a night bag and stuffed a few pieces of clothing inside. I then hurried back downstairs. I walked past Hassan who was still mumbling shit, about who he was going to kill.

  “Bitch you’re dead to me, you hear me? And let your little boyfriend know, the next time he show his face ‘round here, he will be dead,” he yelled after me.

  I turned around, took a few steps toward him, and then spoke. “Don’t you wait up for me honey. I will be fucking and sucking on his cock tonight and I’m pretty sure, he will be sucking the life out of my clit.” I winked at him and walked through the door with Spencer behind me, with his gun still in his hand.

  HASSAN

  I was happy to be out of that dungeon. I swear I had no idea, that Rikers Island was that terrible. Leon was there to pick me up to take me to the office. I called Tanya to pick me up from the office hoping she wasn’t still upset about that baby situation.

  “Hey babe,” I said, as I sat on the passenger’s side.

  “Don’t hey babe me. Where the hell, have you been? I’ve been calling you non-stop for days, but got no answer.”

  “Man, I was in jail.”

  “Lol, you’re too fucking funny. Of all the lies, you could come up with, you chose this one. You know what Hassan? I’m tired of your bullshit. Me or my baby don’t deserve this shit.”

  “Baby? So you’re keeping it?”

  “My child is not an ‘it’ and yes I am having my baby. I just told my Mom and Dad that I was pregnant and they are so happy. This will be their first grandchild.

  So this bitch has completely lost her mind. I thought I made myself clear, the last time that we were together. I don’t want any more children and definitely not from a white bitch.

  I was tired and I needed a shower. I tried to tune this bitch out, but she kept on talking about a fucking baby.

  “Listen Tanya. Do what the hell you want to do. I don’t want no more children, shit I don’t want the one I got now. All y’all bitches getting on my nerves with this baby shit. Y’all just want to trap a nigga forreal.”

  “You know, you don’t have to be so cruel toward me and your child. I’ve always been good to you. Shit I stuck with you through everything.” She started to cry.

  Oh man, here we go. Why do I always end up with these emotional ass bitches, I thought.

  I breathe a sigh of relief when she pulled up at the house. I didn’t hesitate to jump out of her Jeep. I sped up the driveway, but was stopped in my tracks. There was a late model Mercedes Benz parked at the foot of the driveway. I looked around, but didn’t see the owner around so there was only one explanation. I slowly put my key in the hole, and turned the lock. I was careful, not to make any noise. I tiptoed inside and saw the living room light was on. I walked toward the living room, that’s when I saw that whore sticking her tongue down some nigga’s throat. I wanted to rush over there and beat that nigga and that bitch’s ass for disrespecting me like that. This was my motherfucking house, how bold was that bitch, to bring that bitch ass nigga into our home.

  I interrupted them, by addressing that hoe. You should’ve seen that hoe’s face. I saw the fear in her eyes, and that alone gave me satisfaction. The bitch ass nigga was a different story. The nigga signed his death warrant when he punched me in the motherfucking face. I could’ve fought him, but the only thing that saved him was that pistol. See I knew it was time to get me a gun, because that was the second nigga to pull a gun on me and didn’t use it. I made a mental note that we will meet again and the next time won’t turn out good for that bitch ass nigga!

  After that hoe and that nigga left, I took me a shower. I was feeling horny as fuck. I wanted some pussy, after all that was the first thing niggas want when they are released from jail. Who should I call, I thought. Tanya popped up in my head, but fuck we got into it earlier. That didn’t stop me from calling her phone.

  “Hello,” she answered angrily.

  “Damn babe, can you please stop being so angry at me.”

  “What do you want Hassan?”

  “I want you babe. I want to apologize to you for the way I treated you earlier.”

  “Whatever?”

  “C’mon, you know I don’t like when you act like these ghetto bitches. The Tanya I know has class.”

  “You make me act like this. I don’t like the way you started treating me after I told you I was pregnant.”

  “C’mon babe, let me make it up to you,” I pleaded.

  “Alright, but if you continue treating me like shit, I won’t have no choice but to leave you alone.”

  That was music to my ears; that was my cue, that she was no longer pissed off at me.

  “Well, you can please come see me. I want to suck on that pussy, show you how much I care for you.”

  “Hm. Sounds interesting, but my stomach hurt, so you can’t go all the way in. Where are you?”

  “I’m at home, where you dropped me off at.”

  “Oh hell no! I’m not coming over there. I don’t want no problems with yo’ wife.”

  “Tanya, grow a backbone plus she’s not home. She went out with her boyf
riend.”

  “Alright, if you say so. I’m telling you I don’t want no drama around me. I don’t want to lose my baby.”

  About an hour later Tanya pulled up in the driveway. I opened the door for her. Without hesitation, I picked her up and carried her upstairs, into our bedroom. I layed her on her back and pulled her pants and drawers off. I dived into her pussy, sucking on that clit like I was starving. The aroma from her pussy juice sent me into frenzy. I stuck my tongue deep into her sweet pussy as she moaned and groaned.

  “Oh daddy, give the dick to me,” she begged.

  “Relax babe.”

  I used my teeth to nibble on her pussy, while I stuck my finger inside.

  “Daddy please, fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee,” she cried as she exploded in my mouth.

  I used my tongue to lick up her juices, then I layed on my back.

  “C’mon baby, ride daddy dick.”

  She got on top of me, and straddled the dick. That’s the beautiful thing about Tanya; she knew how to take the dick like a pro. I knew every inch was touching her insides, she didn’t ease up, and she slid all the way down, using her pussy to swallow my dick. I love the way she bounces, on my dick. I pulled her down to me, and placed one of her C-Cup breast in my mouth. I sucked on it, like I was a baby sucking for milk.

  “Aargh, aargh,” I groaned in ecstasy.

  This bitch pussy was the real deal and I’ve had good pussy my entire life. The way her walls gripped my dick, made me feel like I was in heaven. I grabbed her tight, as I dug deep inside of her.

  “Daddy, daddy, give me that dick, Pleaseeeeeeeee.”

  “Aarghhhhhhhhhhhh,” I yelled as I bust inside of her.

  I hugged her tight as my limp dick eased out of her. The pussy was so good, I wanted to go another round, but I was tired and felt drained.

  “I love you.”

  “Love you too babe,” I said.

  Shit I was telling the truth, I loved her pussy. I don’t love her; she just wasn’t the kind of bitch to settle down with. She was too weak and I knew I could have my way with her anytime I wanted.

  I was tired, and needed sleep. She on the other hand seemed to be relaxed.

  “Aye, you know you can’t spend the night, right?”

  “So, you only call me over here to fuck and leave?” she shot me an evil look.

  “C’mon Tanya, you know damn well, if that crazy bitch catch you up in here, all hell goin’ break loose. You must’ve forgotten how she behaved the last time you were here.”

  “Hm… whatever Hassan, you stay on that bullshit. You need to go ahead and tell her about us, and our baby. Cause if you don’t I will tell her ass.”

  I leaped toward her, and grab her arm. “Listen to me, if I was you, I wouldn’t do that shit. I promise you, you will regret ever fucking with me,” I said through gritted teeth.

  “Let go, you’re hurting me.” She tried to snatch her arm away.

  “Tanya, I’m dead ass serious. Now get your things and leave, before I do something, I might regret.”

  “Whatever Hassan. I swear I’m done with you. Me and my baby don’t need you. I fucking hate you” She cried!

  I was too tired to argue, and my mind was not on Tanya or the baby, she’s talking about. For all I care, she could kill herself along with the baby inside of her. After she left, I took a long, hot shower. My mind was still on Destiny and the pussy ass nigga, she had in my house. That bitch disrespected me in the worse way and to make shit worse, she left with him. This hoe was acting, like she wasn’t married. All kinds of emotions flowed through me; some of them scared me. I never considered myself a killer or thought I could ever kill someone. However tonight I knew for sure, I wanted to kill that bitch, I married. Put her out of her misery for good.

  ***

  It was my first day back at the office. Needless to say, I knew there was a lot of work waiting for me. I arrived earlier than everyone so I can get a head start on the work load. I stepped off the elevator and walked to the office that was on the west wing. I unarmed the alarm and walked into the office. I was surprised to see the receptionist was already at her desk. Any other time, I would’ve flirted, but considering everything that has happened, I decided to lay off.

  “Good morning bossman,” she said, and smiled at me.

  “Good morning, my dear Shari.” I kept it brief.

  I was about to open up my office door when, Leon stepped out of his office. “Aye, Hass, let me talk with you real quick.”

  “I didn’t even know you were here this early, my man.” I followed him, into his office.

  “Is everything aiight man? You don’t look too pleased.”

  “Sit down Hassan. I’ve been up all night, trying to find the words to say to you and there’s no easy way to say it.”

  “Say what?”

  “Hassan, I think you need to give up your partnership at the firm. This case you got going on, is not only shedding a negative light on you, it’s shedding a negative light, on the firm, on me and our clients.”

  “What the fuck are you saying to me my nigga? This firm is mine; I built with it with my paper and my sweat. What gives you the power to tell me, you want me to give up my partnership? I’m the motherfucking boss in here. Don’t you know that, I’m the reason, why you’re eating so good,” I yelled at this nigga.

  “You need to calm your voice. You’re not thinking about the future of this company. You have been arrested for 1st Degree Assault on a female. It’s not a good look on the company. Imagine when the word gets out that you were arrested for beating up your girlfriend. The press is going to have a field day with us.”

  “Leon, I guess you didn’t hear me the first time. This is my company and I am not leaving it, plain and simple. You hear me, now you can take your ass and get the fuck out of my shit.”

  “You know you can be a real asshole sometimes. I warned you about that chick, but no, you didn’t care. Now look at you, you’re about to lose everything over a chick that’s not even worth it. I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I think you need to get it together fast. Look around you, you’re losing everything, you once loved. You’re sinking fast and I refuse to sink with you. Now please excuse me, I need to find me a new firm. Also your wife has an interest in the company so I’ll see how she feels about it.”

  I stood there, looking at this nigga with fire in my eyes. All I saw was jealousy and envy. I knew, he wanted my position, but it was fucked up that he was trying to kick a nigga while he was down.

  “You know what, you’re one jealous motherfucker. You want my life and my position here at the firm.”

  “Hassan, let’s be real. You don’t have too much of a life. You run around here like, you the man, but bro, you look like a damn fool. You have a good woman, but you fucked it up for a hood bitch. Don’t you know once you start making money, you got to stop fucking them broke bitches? But let you tell it, you got all the fucking sense in the world. Ha, ha, you can have that shit bro. We’re done here.”

  I didn’t respond, instead I walked out and into my office. This nigga done bumped his head somewhere; either that or he was a plain ole fool. This is my company, not his, and definitely not that bitch Destiny’s. This was my idea, and I bust my ass for years, building it from scratch. I will not walk away from it and no one else will reap the benefits.

  I sat at my desk, listening to the messages from clients. I could barely concentrate on the task at hand. This nigga really had rubbed me the wrong way. I should’ve punched him, in the mouth, when he brought up that dumb shit. That nigga had no idea, who I am.

  My cell-phone started ringing. I looked at the caller ID and it was Big Dre.

  “What the fuck, is this nigga calling me for?”

  “Hello. I thought, you wasn’t going to call me on the phone.”

  “Shit nigga, fuck all that. I’ve been trying to call yo ass for days now.”

  “Well, I couldn’t answer the phone, I was busy.”

  “Busy? Nigga
did you see the motherfucking news,” he yelled.

  “News? Why would I need to see the news for?” My anxiety level plummeted.

  What the fuck was this nigga talking about? I thought.

  “Nigga, you know what the fuck I’m talking about.”

  “No I don’t know. A matter of fact, if you need an attorney I’m willing to be your attorney Mr. Brooks.”

  “What the fuck, you acting like you ain’t hire me to off that nigga. Now you acting brand new and shit. I’m telling you pussy, if I go down, you going with me. I’m pretty sure there is a district attorney that would love to give me a deal if I give him a bigger fish.”

  That statement got my attention fast. This old fake ass thug was talking about snitching on me. I tell you about these streets niggas that claim, they go hard. All it takes is a charge, and they’ll start singing like a bird.

  “Yo, what do you want from me?” I said in an aggressive tone.

  “Shit it’s hot right now and I need to be ghost. I need fifty grand by the end of the week.”

  “What the fuck, I ain’t got that kind of money laying around.”

  “Maybe not, but I know you got it somewhere. Shit you might need to hit that wife of yours, she got a few coins,” he chuckled.

  “We’re getting a divorce.”

  “Listen up fuck nigga. I ‘ont give a fuck where you get it from. You have until Friday evening to get it to me.” Then he hung up in my face.

  “Fuck,” I whispered as I rubbed my hand over my face.

  I couldn’t believe that this fuck nigga was blackmailing me. Where the fuck does he expects me to get fifty grand from, without raising an alarm….. I was also curious to find out, what he was talking about, what was on the news that had him so spooked. God I pray, my name wasn’t mixed up in this shit. I can’t go to prison, I just can’t.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Destiny

  The first night that I spent with Spencer, was peaceful. He took me to his home, at first; I was a little reluctant, because I really didn’t know too much about him. For all I knew he could be a rapist. It was late and I was tired from everything that had happened earlier. I was still shocked that Hassan popped up at the house like that.

 

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