Then Chuey steps into the doorway. The house had been so quiet, and I wanted to mourn alone. He asks, “No more morning runs?”
“Nah.” I shake my head. It’s been almost 25 days since my ankle and that twisted ass kiss of his. This is the first time he’s gotten me alone in the morning.
“What are you cooking?” he asks, coming up behind me.
“Why don’t you go stay somewhere else?” I shy away from Chuey.
“Nobody is here. Rocky,” he says. Before I can walk past, he blocks the exit, adding, “Look, I really miss you.”
“Miss me? Boy, check yaself.” I glare at how his hands are planted on the island counter top and the kitchen sink, keeping me from getting by. “Chuey, I’m not going there with you.”
“You've been crying,” he says, stepping closer again. I don't know if it's him or Latin men in general but he comes into my space. I should hate it. But I don't.
“Yes, asshole, so what?” My eyes sting as more tears fall. I didn’t have one of those crazy ass nightmares because of Tamms, but just genuinely missed my mom while sleeping.
“Is it about your moms?” he asks.
I nod with a sniffle. How does Chuey always know? He seems to stare straight into me. My clothes seem to disappear as he stares and makes me aware that his eyes are traveling down my neck to my breast. Maybe he sees my nipples harden, before his eyes gaze down to my hips. I start to step back, and fold my arms. This is just me missing Lorenzo so damn much.
But Chuey’s hand stops me. He pulls me close to him. “I always look out for you, right?”
“Y…yeah…” I can almost feel his lips against mine. The dick is already throbbing against my thigh. “Chuey, stop. You know all I want, all I need is Lorenzo.”
“I know,” Chuey replies. His hands cup my ass as he pulls me closer. How could I? This greedy ass nigga acts like I could never be close enough as he massages the small of my back with his other hand.
“Matter fact I'm thinking about him right now.” I smile, thinking Chuey will let me go, but he still holds me tightly.
“No, you weren’t. You were here alone as you are sometimes, because that nigga ain’t ever put you before the hustle.”
“Stop fucking with me,” I reply taking a step back and away from his touch.
“Rocky I ain't even fucking with you ma. I just came to check on you.”
“Well whateva. I miss Lorenzo.”
“Why don't you go see him then?” he asks
My eyes narrow. What kinda mind games is this dude playing? “I told you, every time you touch me I'm thinking of my nigga. Stop this mess. If Lorenzo was here. Nigga you know exactly where I would be. Just because you see me crying about my mom, doesn’t mean you can manipulate me.”
“One, I wasn’t tryna manipulate you, but comfort you. Two, its hard as fuck to touch you without doing everything my mind imagines I should be doing to you. So realize I am so muthafuckin’ composed right now. And three, if all you want is Lorenzo, he's only around the corner.”
I shake my head. This nigga can look me in the eye and his face is so believable. But I can’t trust him. “ Chuey, every time I’m around you, you brand new. I can’t even with you no more.”
“Lorenzo's at Santi’s crib. They all got back a few hours ago this morning,” Chuey says with a sly grin. I know this dude is tryna come between me and Lorenzo. He’s been gone for a few weeks so I’ve had some time to realize I need to stay the hell away from Chuey. Every time he rolls through, he has on a new face. I can’t trust this nigga for nothing. But what does he mean that Lorenzo is home? My man always calls me on the way…
Chapter 68
BLU
I roll back over as Rocky sits at the edge of my bed. She usually wakes me up around 2 pm so we can go to the training room for an abs-challenge before our dudes come home, but damn. “Chick, I know you looked at the time. It ain’t barely 12:54.”
“Get up, we need to check something.”
Grumbling like a toddler still tryna sleep, I grab my pillow and get ready to put it over my head. “Stop... My moms took the kids out today. Why you fucking with me?”
She yanks it from my hands. “Get up, Blu! We need to go check something out.”
“Bitch, I promise there's a bullet with ya name on it if you don't let me sleep.”
“Pretty Blu, help me,” she begs and starts bouncing on the bed, sounding like a fucking animal.
“You know me and Popeye fucked all over this bed. You just rolling around in our juices.”
Rockwell hops up. “Ugh! Look Blu. I think Lorenzo and them are back.”
“So?”
“Blu, they’ve been here since the a.m,” Rocky says, as if trying not to get angry.
“And trick? My nigga would be stupid not to come check on me till the afternoon.” I sit up, “Matter fact, can you reach over into the glove compartment and hand me my gat.”
“Listen–”
“Really tho. I'm ‘bout to murk ya yellow ass.”
“They've been at Santiago's all morning.”
I hop up. Everybody already knows. What my moms says goes. She ain't one to tell her business. But if she told me to keep away from my tio. It's a done-dotta.
I'm cool with Lorenzo working with him. I don't even think Moms mentioned being cool on Santiago to Lorenzo. It's a Colombian thing. With women, we stick together. Feel that hate the same as if dude stabbed us all in the back too. But with our sons. We will hold that shit in–if it's family and the sons are already good with the blood/nigga that did us dirty, we let it slide for their relationship’s sake.
I hop up, and I’m stuffing my legs into jeans that have been on the floor for days. Come to think of it, I think they’re Popeye’s, and actually know so, when tying his belt. I grab a clean wife beater from my drawer and pull my long silky hair up into a sloppy bun. Rocky laughs at how quickly my Nike’s come on.
“What?”
“You haven’t seen your dude in a week and you’re going out like that?”
“Come the fuck on, Fly Misses.” I roll my eyes at her.
~~~
“Do we have to sneak?” Rockwell asks as her stilettos get stuck in the mud.
“Negro, you the one asked me to roll. This how I do. Besides the way you came into my room, I know you wanted to do some black ops shit. Ain’t my fault you have on a damn dress! Don't trust ya man?” I snigger, trusting mine to the fullest, while we finally make it to the window of Santiago’s office. After the way we've gotten back together... Damn, my thoughts just disappeared as I stare into the window. You know shit gets real when you can't even think mid-sentence. After a second I ask, “Rocky, do you see that shit?”
“Yeah,” she sounds all small, bottom lip dropped.
“Bitch, what you gon’ do?” I bark.
She shakes her head with her hazel eyes all glossy and shit.
“Well, allow me then!” I reply, imaging her sadity ass crying all the way home.
POPEYE.
The hoe right in front of me got my nose so wide open. Fuck that. This bitch got my dick standing to full attention. I have to readjust in my seat as the package strains against my jeans.
I reach over damn near dropping my beer while trying to pick it up and watch that ass twerk for me. Taking one long gulp, I think about my baby and going home. Man, soon as I set my sight on Blu, I’ma put it down–
“Popeye!”
Damn, was that my imagination or is my wife thinking about me too?
“Popeye!” The anger in Blu’s voice makes me jump and almost drop my drink again. The bitch in front of me doesn't seem to notice until her face is slapped so hard that she falls back on me. Shit, I push her ass onto the floor. Ain’t finna catch me slipping. My girl has always been super jealous.
That nigga Santi and Lorenzo have stopped celebrating as Blu hops into my lap unlike the other bitch, Blu’s aim is to fuck me up!
“Aye ma!” I try to grab her hands and tell her to fucki
ng chill under my breath.
“No.” She goes off in Spanish, but I understand “murder” when she keeps repeating it.
“Blu my beautiful niece. Stop it.” Santi comes over as half naked chicks start to run out.
“Touch me, Tio and you gon’ know how it really goes down when a wife catches her husband.” She turns to him and Lorenzo grabs her by the waist and yanks her up.
“Calm the fuck down, girl,” Lorenzo doesn’t even sound fazed by the little sociopath.
“Oh you gon’ save a nigga? I got the heat for your hoeing ass too,” she tries to lash out at him.
“Sis–”
Blu straightens up and starts shouting, “Aye Rocky!”
Fuck. My muthafuckin’ wife just blew this shit all out of proportion. As we all notice Rockwell standing at the window, looking like a sad humming bird.
“Lemme go ‘fore I get my gun!” Blu says. And with the way Lorenzo looking I know that nigga finna run after Rockwell because she finally starts back down the hill.
“You’re so stupid!” Blu tells me. She starts cussing in Spanish. Her hand comes up but she stops to look at Santi. “You ain't ever been shit, I'm sure. Go see about ya wife for once.”
She starts out, “Bye Lorenzo. Might as well stay because you ain't even worth Rockwell's time. Popeye, don’t even come at me for a minute.”
Damn, I take a deep breath. I’ll go check on my girl in a few hours…
Chapter 69
LORENZO.
I rub the back of my neck. Not even knowing what the fuck is wrong with me. Soon as I got on the plane I was thinking about my girls. Rocky, Lisa and Lila. And my son. My don. Shit took a nap on the plane and my lady had her lips all on my dick. Sucking the black off it, in my dreams. When we touched down in Colombia, Santi called us over for a few drinks.
It was this one bitch. With her light eyes and thick thighs that had me stuck. Next thing I know these bitches were getting active. One of them was twerking on me while another was giving me a back rub and kissing my neck. All I was doing was relaxing before going home to see my kids.
So I wait a while before going home now, not ready to hear it. I made a mistake but damn. Since Rockwell didn't come at me with her sadity ass, she's somewhere in the house plotting and waiting.
Finally I step inside and the whole crib smells bomb. Can't be nothing but my moms in the kitchen. When I get there, Rocky is wearing an apron. The twins are in their high stools with Lakitha and Junior feeding them.
“Hi,” Rockwell smiles at me. “You hungry?”
“Nah.” Said that too quick but Moms ain't raise no fool.
“You sure you aren't hungry? Long trip,” she says and comes closer. “You’re always hungry after busting a good nut.”
“Man, quit with that.”
“What?” Rockwell’s beautiful face is lit up with a grin as she stirs a pot of greens.
“The kids are around.” I shrug, “If you gon’ act like shit all good, I’ma go back where the fuck I came from.”
Rocky steps closer to me. “Bae, I’m just tryna understand you. Give you what you want, papi, that’s all. You want to come home, be a family. Step off, enjoy yourself with other women. So let’s not pretend that wasn’t the first, and that wasn’t an accident.”
“You mad at me, Rocky,” I whisper back, while helping Lorenza wipe the baby food off Lila’s face. “Just say so.”
“Nope, Lorenzo, I just realized the type of nigga you are. So I’ma let you enjoy the best of both worlds.”
Chapter 70
ROCKWELL
It’s five am when I put on the skimpiest workout attire possible and knock on Chuey’s door. He opens it just dressed in boxer shorts, and before he can speak, I start outside. Less than a minute later, I’m doing a few stretches and see this nigga step out, in basketball shorts, running shoes. Still no chest. With a smile, I start down the stairs to the beach and he does too. Mind you, this nigga looking happy as hell. Like he's expecting. So allow me to fuck with this dude real quick.
Soon as I get down to the beach, I stop to do more stretches. Bend down and touch my toes looking at him starting between my legs. “Hi.”
“Hey...” Chuey licks his lips.
“Boy, you gon’ get in trouble staring like that.”
“Don't give a damn.”
“Sure you do.” I straighten up and start off in a sprint. It's been a while so it takes a second for my speed to build while Chuey keeps pace along side of me.
We’re about four miles down the coast when Chuey slaps my ass and runs harder. I mean this dude pushes off like we have only been running for a few minutes.
“Aye!” I reach him and he stops and picks me up. “Let me go!”
“Nah. You little. And you ain't finna buck up on me.” Chuey reaches down and kisses my cheek. “You know where we are, right?”
I give a smug smile, and then frown when Chuey puts me down at the bottom of the same thousands of steps he had held me and climbed up a while back. And this nigga is so happy right now that he challenges me to the top.
When we get there he has the nerve to say, “I won.”
“What are you expecting?” I put my hands on my hips as we stop in the garden again. He doesn’t reply just keeps staring through me. “Why you always look at me like that, Chuey? Bet you wouldn’t do it in front of Lorenzo.”
He comes close to me and I’m waiting for one of those kisses but…
“Damn, Rocky, lemme have you.”
“I am a person. Not an object,” I reply.
“But I know your worth. And to be honest, nah, I don’t fucking look at you when Lorenzo is around. Shit, my eyes barely land on you when he’s there because with you, I’m real. You give the word, mommi,” Chuey says, and I gulp back the saliva in my mouth.
“Mommi, just give me the word, and I got you. No matter what.” He licks his lips. When I don’t say anything, Chuey takes out his keys and opens up. We step inside of the ultra-modern home. I glare at him, just the look lets him know that I call the shots.
“Damn, I love when you roll your eyes. I love everything about you, Rockwell.”
“Nigga, are you on that shit?” I snap, still feeling every single word he says. Lorenzo didn't say love at all when we were young the ‘L’ word wasn't in his vocab. Not many niggas do.
He steps up to me again and my back is against the wall. How do I treat Lorenzo like he just treated me? Like he prolly still does with that bitch Olivia because I know her ass had secrets when I came by.
Chuey kisses my neck as his hands start to run up my abs.
“I'm stinky...” I say. Shit it's the only thought I have to say, and I feel stupid for just putting myself in this situation. All night long, I dreamt about cheating on Lorenzo, doing what I know he’s been doing, at least once.
Chuey starts to lick the mound of my breast all the way up to my neck. That shit makes me sigh, and my knees weak. “Can I have you, Rockwell?”
“No,” I turn away, breathing deeply but his tongue goes in my ear and he ends up having to keep me from falling as my legs become useless.
“Lemme own you, mommi,” he whispers, kissing and biting my earlobe. In Spanish he says, “Prometo amarte por siempre–I promise to love you forever…”
“Nnnoooo...” I sigh. Even though I can’t understand the words, Chuey’s demeanor is so sincere so heartfelt that I don’t want to know.
“You finna let me taste this pussy, Rocky?” he asks in words so low and deep maybe I didn't hear it right.
“Nahhhhh,” I sigh, trying to close my legs, but he’s on his knees before me.
“Have you ever been treated like a queen?” He softly begins to tug on my spandex shorts. My hands go over his, Chuey pauses for a second.
“Chuey stop please....” I can think now. Even if Renzo has done me dirty, how can I? How can I go home and look my nigga in the face after this? I sigh, and tell Chuey, “Look, me and you already gone too far, but… I can’t.”
“Rocky… damn,” he sighs. “All I wanna do is show you your worth.”
“All I wanna do is be loved by the man whose had my heart since day one.”
~~~
As he’s done since day one, Lorenzo promises that he hasn’t cheated on me. My heart wants to believe him. My brain knows that this is the lifestyle. He decided to take us all on a family vacation to Tokyo. Just us and the kids, and Phillip because he and Junior are two peas-in-a-pod.
It’s days later, and we’ve ventured through much of Disneyland before Chuey strikes again. Standing in the bathroom of the five-star hotel in Tokyo, I whisper into the phone, “Chuey, I'm so in love with Lorenzo. You don't even know the truth. We have kids. He's my life. Just stay away from me.”
He can’t even get a word in before I hang up.
Why are there so many tears in my eyes? I do feel something for Chuey. The way he looks at me is as if no other bitch could come between us. I’d have to have been loaded not to recognize how tenderly he caressed my leg while bandaging my ankle and knee. Nah, I don’t feel Chuey anywhere near how I feel for Lorenzo. It’s just that his words, his actions make me think that I could be a nigga’s one and only. But I know dude is just talking all that talk so he can get pussy. The thing is, he says the things I want Lorenzo to say…
“Mommy,” Junior calls through the door.
“Yes baby,” I open it slowly to see that he’s still dressed in his Tokyo Disneyworld t-shirt.
“We all wanna go get on more rides,” Junior says with a smile as if his little sisters have enjoyed themselves too.
“Yeah!” Phillip adds.
“Lorenzo Junior, Phillip, do y’all ever get tired.” I kiss them both, and they each rub it off. “Y’all get ready for bed. We spent all today and yesterday at Disneyworld, mama wants to go shopping tomorrow.”
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