Single Ladies 2

by Blake Karrington

  “I’ma run back to the room real quick. I’ll meet y’all at the restaurant,” she said, digging into her bag for the room key.

  She didn’t really have to use the bathroom. Lisa just needed a moment to get herself together so she wouldn’t break down in front of Nate. She didn’t want to be the one who messed up a perfect day with all her feelings and emotions. Taking a few minutes for herself was the best thing to do in this situation, or this vacation could easily turn into a disaster, which was something she did not want.

  * * *

  Falisha walked up to Chris’s bedroom door and knocked. She knew he was in there but didn’t know if he had company. Since he let her stay there until she got her own place, a set of rules and boundaries had been put into place.

  “Wassup?” Chris greeted when he opened the door. He had just woken up, so he still had cold in his eyes and drool in the corner of his mouth.

  “Boy, get ya’self together,” she said, peeking in to make sure he didn’t have anyone in there with him.

  Falisha couldn’t help but notice how tatted up Chris was. All he had on was a pair of gym shorts, so she could see every tattoo on his ripped body.

  “Here,” Falisha said, coming out of her pocket with a wad of money. “It’s not twenty-five K, but I promise you that I will get the rest of it to you as soon as I can.”

  Chris turned around without taking the money. “Don’t nobody need no money, Falisha,” he said, crawling back into his bed. “I bailed you out because I fuck wit’ you like that.”

  Falisha walked over and took a seat on the side of his bed, while placing the money back in her pocket. Not too many men did things for her without wanting something in return. Not once had Chris made any sexual advances toward her or indicated that he wanted something in return for the good deed of getting her out of jail.

  “I know I said this before, but I’ma say it again. Thank you, Chris, for coming to get me out of jail.”

  “That shit was nothing. Just be careful of the type of nigga you associate yourself with. Never let a nigga talk you into doing something that you know in ya heart is wrong. You got people out here that need you, and believe me, you’re no good to them sitting in a fucking jail cell.”

  Falisha took it all in, agreeing with every word he spoke. It had really been awhile since somebody gave her some game that she could truly use. The knowledge Chris kicked was actually turning her on, and if he would have made a move, there was no way she wouldn’t have given him a shot of pussy.

  “Now get out of my room so I can go back to sleep,” he said, playfully kicking Falisha from under the blanket.

  She thought about hitting him back, but she didn’t want to risk being turned on even more. Instead, she just got up and left the room with a smile on her face.

  * * *

  Kim and George sat in the back of the courtroom going over the motions she had put together for the Thompson case. It was an airtight win, as long as George argued all of the issues correctly. In any event, the quicker it went, the faster Kim was going to be able to get back to her vacation.

  “Let me step out of here for a minute.” She excused herself when she looked down at her phone and saw that Lisa was calling. “How’s Disney World?” Kim asked when she stepped out into the hallway for a little privacy.

  Lisa started freaking out on the phone, talking a mile a minute, to the point where Kim could hardly understand what she was saying. It had to be something pertaining to Ralphy, because that was the only name that Lisa kept repeating.

  “Calm down, Lisa. Take a deep breath and just calm down,” Kim instructed.

  Lisa inhaled intensely a few times, then began to explain how much she missed Ralphy, and how guilty she felt being in Disney World with Nate, like they were this happy family. Kim listened, but she didn’t have much time to respond because the hearing was about to start. She tried to give Lisa the best advice she could think of quickly.

  “Lisa, you know Ralphy better than anybody. So ask yourself this question . . . Do you think that he would have wanted you to move on and be happy? I didn’t know him as well as you did, but I think that he would approve of you and Nate doing y’all thing. I don’t think he would have wanted you to be miserable for the rest of your life.”

  Lisa sat on the edge of the hotel bed thinking about what Kim had said. Lisa did know Ralphy better than anyone else, and it was true that he would have wanted her to move on. She just thought that it may have been a little bit too early. But this was the confirmation that she needed, and it was a blessing that Kim was there to deliver the reminder of not only how great a man Ralphy was, but also how understanding and loving he was as well. Now, she could go back to enjoying her vacation with Naomi and Nate.

  * * *

  Chris took a piss and a shit when he woke up, then hit the shower in order to get the day started. Today, he had a meeting with a major publishing company who wanted to publish one of the books he had sent to them awhile back. Though he was in the process of starting his own company, he was interested in seeing what they had to offer. If the money was right, he would really consider working out a deal with them.

  In the middle of his thoughts, he heard the bathroom door open.

  “I’m in here,” he yelled.

  Hearing the door close, he went back to doing his thing. But instantly he felt like someone was in the bathroom. He pulled the curtain back to see Falisha standing there. She got a good look at him from head to toe, then reached out and put her hand on his chiseled abs.

  “What are you doin’?” he asked as he wrung out his washcloth.

  Falisha pulled her tee shirt over her head while looking at him in a seductive manner. Her bra was next, and then her pajama pants, which she had on with no panties underneath. Her body was thick and curvy, and undeniably the sexiest body Chris had seen in a long time. He stepped to the side to allow her to get into the shower with him.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked in a low voice.

  Falisha leaned in and kissed him on his chin, and then again on his bottom lip.

  Chris returned her kisses, wrapping his arms around her. Passion was in the air, along with heavy breathing and lip smacking. Under the shower, Chris licked and sucked on Falisha’s breasts; then he went farther down south until his mouth landed on the lips of her pussy. She raised one leg up on the edge of the tub, giving him full access to her juice box. Warm water streaming down her body, along with Chris’s warm tongue, had Falisha climbing up the wall. It didn’t take long before her first orgasm reached its peak. With her hand on the back of his head and the other one pinching down on her nipple, Falisha came in Chris’s mouth.

  “Oh, oh, oooooh,” she yelled as she shivered and shook from the sensation.

  Chris stood back up and grabbed her breast while sticking his tongue back into her mouth. He lifted both of her legs onto the edge of the tub and pushed her back up against the wall. Then he turned the showerhead to the side so that the only wetness he felt would come from her. He rubbed his dick up and down the center of her pussy, making a circular motion around her clit. Then Chris pushed his stiff member inside her.

  Falisha moaned as he filled her canal with his pipe. She bit down on her bottom lip, while her arms draped over his shoulder. She sucked on his tongue as he stroked. He went full throttle with his strokes, making sure the head tapped against her back wall.

  “Fuck me from behind,” she pleaded after about ten minutes of him dicking her down.

  Chris complied, and before she knew it, Falisha was in doggie-style, holding on to the back of the tub with both of her hands. Her ass was fat to death, and she had no problem throwing it back at him. The sounds of her ass clapping echoed throughout the bathroom, along with her cries for Chris to go harder. When he gave her what she asked for, it was too much, because two minutes into him beating it up, Falisha was coming again.

  “Oh shit,” she yelled, trying to pull away from him.

  He gripped her by her waist
and continued his thrashing.

  “This what you want, right?” he said, deep stroking the hell out of her.

  Chris could feel his nut rising, and right at the moment he was about to come, he pulled out, squeezing his dick tight, then waited for Falisha to assume the position. When she did, his dick was right in her face, and as she looked up at him, she took the length of his come-filled dick into her mouth.

  He grabbed the back of her head and released his thick creamy come into the back of her throat.

  Falisha sucked him off until his knees started to buckle.

  He looked down at her, and the only two words that came out of his mouth were, “Damn, girl.”

  * * *

  After the 2:00 court hearing, George gave Kim the rest of the day off. The judge was impressed with the motion and the way George argued it, but he wasn’t going to make a decision on it until he had a chance to analyze the case a little more.

  After parking her car, then walking around to the front of the building, Kim decided to call Brian to let him know how things went in court.

  “I’m sure you did good. It’s gonna be a couple of weeks before the judge makes his final ruling,” Brian spoke into the phone.

  “I know, I just wish he could do it sooner,” Kim said, watching as some of the residents walked past her.

  “So how much longer do I have until you go shooting back down to North Carolina?” he asked, not really wanting her to leave.

  Kim wasn’t even sure if she wanted to go back, at least not right now anyway. She had a lot going on as far as the case and the upcoming bar exam, which she had to study for. Traveling back and forth now would probably cause more harm than good, she told herself.

  “I really don’t know if I want to leave right now.” Kim smiled, thinking about how she wanted to spend more time with Brian. “If I stay, will you help me study for the bar?”

  Kim picked her head up and didn’t even hear Brian’s answer when she almost dropped the phone from her ear. The cab that had just pulled up in front of the building had her attention. As Lamar got out of the back, Kim’s jaw dropped to the ground.

  Brian’s voice snapped Kim out of her stare.

  “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m trying to do too many things at one time. Let me call you back when I get in the house,” she said, watching as Lamar paid the cabdriver.

  “As a matter of fact, call me tonight. I got a lot of running around to do,” Brian corrected.

  Kim agreed, and then quickly hung up the phone.

  When she turned around, Lamar had walked up to her with a huge smile on his face. “Lamar, what are you doing here?” she asked, giving him a hug. “And where’s Jordan?”

  “Aww, I thought you could use some Southern hospitality. Oh, and Jordan is at his grandmom’s house for the rest of the week. His mom just got out of jail, so she’s gonna be spending some time with him.”

  “Wait—jail?” Kim asked, not aware of the drug case. “Oh shit.”

  “Yeah, we can talk about that a li’l later, though. Now, are you gonna invite me in, or are we gonna stand out here and mess around?” Lamar joked.

  Kim wasn’t sure what to do. With her and Brian just now coming around to establishing the love they had for one another, she didn’t want to disrespect him by having another man in her house when he wasn’t there. That could cause all kinds of problems, which could lead to somebody getting hurt, both mentally and physically.

  On the other hand, Lamar wasn’t just some random guy she had met in the streets. This was a man who she was once in love with, and still had a nice amount of feelings for. He was somebody who she recently had plans to run away and spend the rest of her life with. No way would she ever front on him, not now, and maybe not ever. The situation was ugly, but Kim had to do what was best for her, and right now, that was getting Lamar off the sidewalk and into her apartment.

  * * *

  Chris was in his room getting dressed when Falisha knocked on the door. She had just got out of the shower, and the only thing she had wrapped around her body was a towel. She looked sexy as hell standing there with her hair wet and slicked back. This was the first time Chris had seen her in this light. He didn’t want to say anything, but he was really feeling it.

  “So now what?” she asked, walking over to the vanity mirror by the dresser. “You know we dead wrong.”

  “Shit, we grown,” Chris shot back, looking into the mirror to check himself out. “What do you want to happen now?” he said playfully, moving her over so he could get a better look at himself.

  Falisha shrugged. She was so confused right now and didn’t know if she’d just gotten caught up in the moment, or if Chris was really somebody she could kick it with on another level. She couldn’t believe she was even considering the possibilities. Chris, on the other hand, didn’t care how this whole situation played out.

  “Tammy gon’ kill both of us,” Falisha said, putting her head down.

  Chris got serious for a moment. “Fuck Tammy. What, did you forget that she’s married? She ain’t got a damn thing to say about who I mess around with. I hope you not gon’ let her dictate what’s going on in ya life either,” he vented.

  It was obvious that he was still hurt about Tammy getting married, and Falisha hoped that Chris wasn’t just running game to get back at Tammy by sleeping with her. What he said was one thing, but the way that he acted was something different. Chris grabbed her by the arm so that he stood behind her in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around her waist, then spoke softly.

  “To be honest wit’ you, I don’t know where this thing is going. What I do know is that we got a hell of a chemistry, and I’m feeling you,” he told her.

  Falisha looked at him through the mirror with her innocent eyes. She didn’t know what it was, but she too could feel the connection between them.

  “And trust me, you don’t have to worry about my baby mom. The things I know about her, she would never even fix her face to say anything to either one of us.”

  Chris was referring to the fact that he had fucked Tammy just moments before she walked down the aisle. He definitely was going to use that to his advantage, and once he gave Falisha the spill about what happened, she too was going to be immune from any negative comments Tammy might have.

  * * *

  Darious hadn’t been back from his honeymoon for more than two hours, and he was already getting an earful from Terry and his mom about his new wife’s ex being at the wedding. It was a good thing he dropped Tammy off at home before he went to his mom’s house.

  “I don’t care how many kids they have together, there’s no reason why that boy should have been at the wedding uninvited, let alone up in that girl’s dressing room,” his mother chastised him.

  Darious sat on the couch with his head in his hand. “It’s not that deep, Mom,” he shot back.

  Terry let him have it though. “Don’t be a fool, cuzzo. I got a baby daddy, and even though we ain’t together, he can double back and hit this whenever he want to,” she said. “Let me give you some game about the baby daddy. In most cases, they fuck so good, that’s the reason why we get pregnant in the first place. And after you have the baby, no matter if you stay together or break up, the parents always have that special bond. If the nigga played his cards right, he can get the pussy on command. Hell, I got a boyfriend, but me and my baby daddy is still fuckin’. Trust me, cuz, they still fuckin’, and if they’re not now, they will be eventually. Sometimes we like to dib and dab in what we know is a sure nut,” Terry said with a squeaky laugh.

  “You better listen to yo’ cousin,” his mom cut in.

  Darious really didn’t feel like hearing any more. What Terry had said was starting to make too much sense, which was only making him more upset. He loved Tammy and trusted her beyond words, and for her to break that trust would be a devastating blow—one that he wasn’t sure he could recover from, especially if he found out that Tammy was just like the rest of the women out there who lied and che
ated.

  Enough was enough, and instead of listening to his family and the horrible advice they were giving, Darious was about to go home and get a full understanding about what was going on. It seemed foolish, but it was necessary.

  Chapter 18

  Kim hated going into the hood section of Philly, mainly because it was way too dangerous. North Philly was the worst too. Almost every corner was a drug corner, and just about every man, woman, and child had a gun. Down South, it was violent, but not nearly as violent as it was in the city.

  When she pulled onto Brian’s street, there were guys standing out on the corner and a heavy flow of crackhead traffic going up and down the block. Kim could have sworn she saw somebody on the roof.

  “I’m about to take my ass home,” she mumbled to herself, feeling very uncomfortable. When her phone began to ring in her pocket, she almost jumped out of her skin. “Where are you?” Kim spoke into the phone when she saw that it was Brian.

  He laughed for a second, and then answered, “Park the car wit’ ya scary ass.”

  “Boy, don’t be laughing at me. Y’all niggas are crazy out here,” Kim said as she parked her car. “Come outside.”

  A knock at her window startled her yet again, but this time it was Brian standing there with a smile on his face. His presence actually made her feel a little safer.

  “Now what’s so important that you couldn’t wait until I came over later?” he asked looking up and down the street at the flow of traffic.

  Kim put her head down, then leaned against the car. She didn’t even know where to begin.

  “Lamar flew into the city earlier today,” she answered, then paused and waited for a response.

  “Oh yeah? So he just poppin’ up, now?” Brian asked with an attitude. “So where he at now? And please don’t tell me your place.”

  Kim remained quiet, indicating that Lamar was, in fact, at her apartment.

  “Are you serious, Kim?”

  “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to leave him on the sidewalk—”

  “Find that nigga a hotel, and why da fuck is he up here anyway?” Brian snapped, getting madder.