by Deja King
Genesis was checking his voice mail when he heard knocking at the front door of his hotel room. After deleting the tenth hostile message Denise had left him, he tossed his phone on the bed, regretting he ever fucked with her in the first place. "I have to admit, I'm surprised you showed up," Were the words Genesis greeted Talisa with when he opened the door. "You didn't leave me much of a choice." "If you didn't care one way or the other, then I did." "But I do care and you know that. Now are you going to make me stand in the hallway or can I come in?" Genesis moved to the side. Talisa brushed pass him and sat down in the living room of the L-shaped suite. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked her. "No, I'm fine." "Well, you can relax." "I'm relaxed." "Then put your purse down and take off your shades. You're not outside anymore." So that's what Talisa did, and Genesis regretted he asked her to do so when he saw her face. "What in the fuck happened to your eye?" Genesis bent down beside the chair Talisa was sitting in and held up her face. "Is this why you didn't want to see me today?" "Yes," Talisa admitted, nodding her head. "Who did this to you? Was itArnez?" Talisa stayed mute. "Answer the fuckin' question. Did Arnez fuck up your eye like this?" "Yes, he did." "When did it happen?" "Yesterday when I went back to the hotel, he walked in on me when I was packing to leave. We got into an argument. I told him I was fed up and couldn't do this anymore. So of course like always, he knocked the shit out of me." Talisa nervously folded her hands as she confided for the first time what had been transpiring in her personal life. She thought she would feel as if a weight had been lifted, but instead she felt naked, as if all her vulnerabilities were being exposed. "Like always... how long has this nigga been putting his hands on you?" Genesis's jaw was tightening and his anger was overtaking him. "Too long. I'm so tired of this bullshit. I don't even know who I am anymore." "Damn, Talisa! You shoulda told me what was going on. This nigga over there hittin' on you and shit. I wanna kill that motherfucker!" "I couldn't tell you or anybody else. I feel stupid. Never did I think I would be the poster child for abused women." "Don't blame yourself. A real man don't beat up on no woman. That nigga a punk." Genesis had flashbacks of the beatings he witnessed his mother succumbing to for all those years. Getting an up-close view of the terror his father reigned over him and his mother using violence, Genesis hated any man who raised his fists to a woman. "Yeah, but it doesn't change the fact that I put up with this shit for so long." "It's never too late. The ball's in your court. What's your next move?" "I want to leave Arnez for good and never go back." "Then make it happen." "Genesis, you make it sound so simple." "I'm telling you it is. Where dude at now?" "I'm not sure. He got a phone call that seemed urgent and he hurried out and took security with him, which left me home alone." "And that's when you left." "Yeah, he had me under his thumb since we got back from LA. When I got the opportunity to break out I did." "Where were you going?" "Honestly, I wasn't sure, but I knew I had to get the fuck outta that house. I couldn't take that shit anymore. I was gonna go stay with my parents but I didn't want to bring the drama to them. Then when you called I was going to come see you in Philly once my eye was healed." "I'm leaving for Philly tomorrow. Come with me." "Are you sure?" "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." "Genesis, when Arnez realizes I'm gone he's gonna come looking for me." "Let him. And I hope he brings his punk ass to Philly. I got sumthin' for that nigga." "Arnez, is crazy. I don't want anything to happen to you because of this foul predicament I've gotten myself into." "Crazy is as crazy does and I can bring it just like that nigga can. Don't worry about me. Only question you need to answer is if we in this together or are you going to be on some indecisive shit and go back to Arnez. "We in this together." "You sure?" Genesis cupped Talisa's face in his hands. Her eyes were filled with tears. "I'm sure," she said without hesitation. "Why are you about to cry?" "Because for the first time in so long I feel hope, and you've given me that." Genesis knelt down and gently kissed Talisa's lips. Then he pulled back to feel her out and see if she wanted him to stop or continue. When she leaned forward with desire in her eyes, Genesis knew it was fair game. Their lips and tongues connected, igniting the burning desire each had been harboring from the moment they met. Genesis slid his hands up Talisa's thighs, stopping at her silk panties. His finger glided inside, becoming covered in her juices. Talisa's hips gyrated as Genesis stroked her pussy intensely. "Baby, I want to feel you!" she said breathlessly, with the finger fucking no longer being enough. "I want you too," Genesis whispered as his tongue circled her earlobe. He then scooped her up from the chair and carried her into the bedroom, laying her down. He stared at the outline of her body as it draped the bed. "Don't keep me waiting, please!" Talisa started unbuttoning her shirtdress eager to have Genesis inside of her. "Stop!" Genesis grabbed Talisa's hand. "Let me do it," he said as he took over where she left off, slowly unbuttoning her dress. When he got to the last button he opened the dress exposing her taut breasts sitting perfectly in the crimson silk bra. He unclipped her bra and filled his mouth with hardened nipple. "Baby, I want you inside of me!" Talisa begged. Instead, Genesis pulled her head back, kissing down her neck, chest, and stomach before sliding off her panties, massaging the lips between her legs with his tongue. "Ahhh!" she moaned, spreading her legs wider and pushing his head deeper as his tongue hit spots that had her entire body shivering. Right when Talisa felt her craving was being fulfilled, Genesis stood up and took off his shirt and pants, revealing every defined muscle Talisa had imagined he was working with underneath his clothes. Her eyes danced down to his third leg and her mouth instantly wanted to taste his rock-hard tool, but he had other plans. Genesis slowly manipulated his long, thick dick inside Talisa's sugar walls, and for the first time let himself bond with a woman. His mind became lost with each stroke, savoring how wonderful it felt, making love for the first time.
"Girl, this nigga ain't answering my calls. How dare he ignore me!" Denise screamed out to Monica who was laughing her ass off on the inside but gave the sympathetic face on the outside. "Calm down, Denise. Maybe he taking care of business and can't answer his phone." "Fuck that! That motherfucker couldn't have been taking care of business since I left LA. He dodging me. I didn't want to believe Tonya, but I bet you that nigga laid up wit' that bitch right now." "Now you letting your imagination get the best of you. Tonya didn't even say who this chick is and you over there visualizing Genesis being laid up wit' her. Come on now, chill out." "So why he ain't returning my calls? He got about twenty missed calls from me and almost as many messages." "Shit, you probably scaring the nigga off." "Fuck it! I'm going over to his crib. His trifling ass might be back from LA and at his place wit' the bitch." Denise grabbed her purse and car keys. "Okay, you `bout to cross the line into stalker territory. If you go over to his crib what you gon' do?" "Fuck that bitch up!" "Denise!" Monica called out her name and paused, letting her know it was time to regroup. "You need to put your shit down and have a seat. This shit was funny at first but now I'm concerned." "Funny? What's funny about my man ditching me in LA so he could be with some other bitch? And then have to listen to Tonya rub the shit in my face. Ain't nothin' funny about any of that shit." "I understand you vexed, but we need to go over a checklist before you take this scorned woman shit too far." "What you mean a checklist?" "A list of shit to see if you can validate this crazy behavior jumping off right now." "Yeah, I can validate it. That nigga practically asked me to move in wit' him before he took me on a trip, and spent a grip so I could be fly at a motherfuckin' T Roc party. He treated me like I was his woman." "The key words are, `like his woman' but you're not. And he didn't ask you to move in with him, he said you should keep some clothes at his crib. Again, that ain't the same thing. And as far as him spending paper so you can look fly at T-Roc's party or any other time is irrelevant. Genesis's paper is long. That ain't nothing for him. Plus, I doubt he want to take you to a high-class shindig looking busted, so of course he gonna make sure your gear is tight. That don't mean he wifed you, it means he wants the company he keeps to look official in
his presence." Denise tossed her keys and purse on the coffee table and then slouched down in the sofa. "So we clear, Monica, are you saying I'm just another trick to Genesis and nothing more?" "Don't put words in my mouth. I didn't say that." "Basically, that's what it sounded like to me." "Damn, Denise, you acting like you a newbie in this game. It's like that night Genesis chose you over me. I wasn't happy about it-on the real I was pissed. That nigga fine and rich. Shit, I wanted him for myself. But he didn't want me, he wanted you, so I had to dust my shoulders off, maintain my composure and get the fuck out his crib. It wasn't easy but that's part of the game." "What part of the game are we playing now?" "We ain't playing shit. That nigga got all the money so he got all the power. I know you thought that your pussy and head game gave you the power, and it did give you a little, that's how you were able to go on that trip and get some expensive trinkets out the deal. But that's where it ends. Anytime you out here wheeling and dealing your pussy wit' these hustlers it's a gamble. You get what you can get, and when the ride is over your ass keep moving wit' some dignity. That means no running up on his crib tryna fight the next chick he's decided to play the game with." Denise put her hands on top of her head shaking it back andforth. "I can'tbelieve this bullshit. Genesis was supposed to be the one. I was this close to sealing the deal." "Girl, besides fucking him, what other deal were you trying to seal? Wait, hold up!" Monica crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the carpet. "You thought you was gonna be the one?" Denise looked up at her best friend. "Why is that so surprising? Why couldn't I be the one?" "Child, please. That little innocent girl role you play might work on a wet behind the ear nigga, but Genesis got some miles on him. No matter how angelic the face and sweet the pussy, that cat can spot a get-money chick when he see one. He wanted to have fun with you and he did. You both enjoyed each other's company. You turning what was supposed to be a cool fling between two people into some fatal attraction type shit." "So you telling me to let it go." "Yeah, for now. I mean he might come back around but he won't if he think you can't control your emotions. The last thing a dude like Genesis want to be involved in is some stressful pussy. I got that from how he reacted to me at his crib that night. My in-your-face attitude was a turn off to him, but that's who I am. Your laid back approach was probably more his speed, but now you trippin' like y'all four kids deep wit' each other." "I might be wrong, but I feel that Genesis is supposed to be mine." "Well girl, I felt the same way when I used to go to the 76ers games and watch Allen Iverson play. But every time I looked up in the stands and saw his wife wit' all those damn kids, not including the ones he had on the side with his jumpoffs, I knew I had to get over it, and so do you." Denise heard what Monica was saying to her but it didn't register. See, Denise had entitlement issues. She thought she was entitled to any man she wanted, and that included Genesis. The idea of him preferring another woman over her was simply not plausible. Denise had learned a tremendous amount of fucking skills while out on those streets whore hopping and used every single one on Genesis. His dick was supposed to be on lock with her being the only freak with a key, but unfortunately the sex skills she'd obtained only ran so deep for a man like Genesis.
When Tonya woke up the next morning she could hear Deuce on the phone running off at the mouth. She pretended to still be asleep so he would continue his yapping. He never liked her to get an earful of his conversations, and most of the time Tonya didn't care to anyway, but this topic was right up her alley. "When you get back in town, we need to handle some things. What time is your flight getting in?" Deuce asked in between smoking on his "appetite enhancer". "We're supposed to arrive around three o'clock." "We! Who coming back wit' you?" "Talisa." "Talisa?" Deuce responded in shock. "You a slick nigga. How you get that chick to leave her man and come chill in Philly wit you?" Deuce chuckled and coughed at the same time. "Don't worry about all that." "So what, y'all a couple now?" "Let's say we coming back to Philly to work on it." "I have to give it to you, Genesis, you don't waste no motherfuckin' time." "Shit, I ain't got time to waste. But I gotta go. Talisa is getting out the shower and we got a few things to take care of before we leave Atlanta." "If I knew you were stopping in ATL, I would've come too, just to lust after them fine ass twins." Tonya wanted to smack Deuce across his head for that statement, but decided to clobber his ass another time, knowing with his dumb antics the opportunity would present itself soon. "Night, you better watch it. You know Chanel will come for that ass with a quickness." "I know. That's what be turning me on about her sexy motherfuckin' ass. She got that whole militant vibe going. She the type of chick you be wanting to smack that ass good when you laying that pipe down from the back." Tonya couldn't take one more second of Deuce's whoring ass mouth and decided to shut his ass up. "Damn, I got some good sleep last night," Tonya yawned, rising up in bed and stretching her arms out purposely knocking the spliff out of Deuce's hand. "Fuck, Tonya!" Deuce hollered out in pain when the spliff fell out of his hand and burned his upper thigh. That's what you get for lusting after the next bitch when you lying up in the bed beside me wit' yo'silly ass! she smacked. "I'll see you when you get back," Deuce yelled in the phone before hanging up on Genesis. "Tonya, ain't you gonna help me?" "You seem to have everything under control," Tonya said, casually getting out of the bed and walking to the bathroom. When Tonya got in the bathroom her face lit up when she looked in the mirror. She couldn't wait to blab the new news she obtained from eavesdropping on Deuce's conversation. Not only did Tonya now have a name for Genesis's new boo, but he was also bringing the chick back to Philly with him. With that, Tonya jumped in the shower, ready to head over to Denise and Monica's crib to further lunge the knife deeper into Denise's over-inflated ego.