“Okay,” I said, still not believing him.
“I missed this,” he said as he quickly slipped his hand inside of my robe and under my shirt, his fingers aiming straight for my sweet spot. “Don’t you miss me too?”
Before I could help myself, my body reacted to him. “Yes.” The word eased out of my mouth as my head fell back against the door.
It was almost like my body was starving for him. Quickly, I thrust my hips forward, trying to get everything his hand could offer me. I was so pissed with myself for giving into him in less than two minutes, but I would have to deal with that anger later. At that moment, Rodney was making me feel too good to focus on being mad at him.
“Good answer,” he said as he lowered himself to his knees. The next thing I knew, he had his face in my sex chamber and had his tongue performing amazing tricks. My knees began to shake. I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to stay on my feet. “Tell me you miss it,” he said as he licked me so good tears began to fall from the corners of my eyes. I really missed him and told him so.
“I missed you.” I spoke the truth.
“And I’m sorry for standing you up the other night,” he responded.
Just when I was about to erupt all over his face, Rodney surprised me by quickly standing, lifting one of my legs, and thrusting inside of me so hard that I came immediately. “You know you’re my boo, right?” He asked the question, but I was too far gone to give him an answer. “You’re my baby,” he said as he screwed me so good that I thought I was going to die when it was all over. “You know I want you, Melody. I don’t want nobody but you,” he said. His words were exactly what I wanted to hear, had been waiting to hear. “And I promise you, I’m going to make things right,” he whispered sexily in my ear. “Can I make everything up to you?” he asked. Because I couldn’t talk, I just nodded my head up and down. “Good, bae, because I promise you I’m going to make it up to you. I’m going to treat you right.” He panted in my ear as he thrust harder and harder.
That was it. As soon as I heard him say that, I exploded all over his thick shaft. “Yeah, baby, cum on this dick,” he said as my juices waxed his pole. “Just like that,” he said as I felt him filling me with nourishment for the baby that I was carrying for him—the baby he still didn’t know about.
“You gon’ let me make us right?” he asked that as the last of him filled me.
“Yes,” I spoke breathlessly, more in love with him than ever.
“Good,” he said as I felt him soften, and then slip out of me. “Now, I’m done talking,” he stepped back, pulled my shirt back down, and closed my robe. “I’m sorry I didn’t use a condom, but I missed you so much, I just had to get some of that. But you know how to take that pill, so we’re good,” he said as I heard him adjusting his clothes in the still dark room.
“Mmm-hmm,” was all I said. It was much too late for any pills. His seed was already growing in me. And it was time for me to tell him that.
“Babe, I need to—” He cut me off before I could really get started.
“I gotta go, but I’ma be in touch. We gotta talk and see how we gon’ put this thing back together again, okay?” He spoke as he reached for the door, opened it, and stepped out. Then, he turned to me. “Sorry for waking you up.” He winked moments before he walked away.
The next day, Asia and I decided to go on a shopping date. I decided not to tell her what happened with me and Rodney the night before. I didn’t want anyone judging me for having sex with him again. I would just wait until we were all right; then I would tell them.
There was a grand opening at a boutique on Collingwood Avenue. Asia said that the guy that owned the joint was really cool, and he had nice T-shirts that he designed for women, men, and children. She said that they also had handmade jewelry, so I was geeked up to check the spot out because I loved unique jewelry, and I loved spending my money on one-of-a-kind pieces. If I found a few pieces that I liked, I would make a deal with the owner and do a photo shoot of a few women modeling the jewelry and shirts. That would put his name out there so people would visit his store and my name out there as the photographer.
My business was really booming. I was picking up a lot of clients, and they loved my work. Last week, I was honored to take photos for this gorgeous wedding party. The person that contacted me was at Asia’s wedding, and they loved her pictures, so they had me capture the special moments at their own wedding.
I was still looking for a building to expand my business. I was not going to just pick the first thing I saw. It was becoming frustrating at times. I would think that I had found the perfect spot, but then something would backfire. Most of the people I came in contact with that were leasing buildings were only in it for the money. They didn’t care to try to meet the leaser halfway, maybe because I was a woman and they thought that they could run game on me. I was getting tired of the craziness.
A few months back, I had given the guy the deposit amount that he asked for, but he gave it back to me because someone else was willing to pay more than the asking price. I was looking for something special, and I wasn’t going to stop until I found what I wanted. And, I didn’t want a prick for a landlord. They better not mess with me because I would sue at the drop of a dime.
We entered the boutique, and the place was amazing. The lighting was glistening from the chandelier that hung low from the ceiling. The colorful and vivacious artwork on the wall really brightened up the establishment. The shirts and jewelry were one of a kind, and I was definitely going to talk to him about doing business with him.
After talking to him about my proposition, he told me he was down and that we could chop it up in a few weeks. I purchased two shirts and a few jewelry sets. Asia had a shopping bag full of goodies also. As we were about to exit the boutique, I saw Peaches walking through the door.
“What it do, boo?” Peaches smiled graciously and gave me a friendly hug.
“Hey, Peaches, what’s up?” I returned the love. Peaches was a friend from the neighborhood that I grew up in. We were tight back in the day, but after we grew up, we went our separate ways. She said what’s up to Asia and then continued her conversation with me.
“Girl, same shit, different toilet.”
She giggled as she playfully hit me on my shoulder. “I know what you mean. I’m just trying to stay out of the way.” I held my bag up to my stomach; I didn’t want to reveal my pudginess.
“So, how is your love life?” She shifted all of her weight to her right side.
“It’s good. Why do you ask?” I gave her a curt smile.
“Girl, no reason.” She paused, then said, “Well, I was just asking because I saw Rodney in the club after hours last night, and I was hoping that y’all weren’t together because he was all up in this chick’s ear. She looked like a thirsty thot, and I was just wondering if y’all were beefing or what because, at the end of the night, he left with her. I would have gotten up in his face and checked him because you know you’re my girl. I don’t want that Negro screwing you over because I know you’ve been good to him,” she said, rolling her neck. That girl didn’t take a breath. She wanted to make sure her gossiping rant was out there.
“Thanks for telling me. I don’t mean to cut you off, but I’ve got to go,” I said with a straight face. I tried to keep my emotions together as the blood drained from my face. My heart had broken into a million pieces. “I’ll see you around,” I said as I walked out of the store, and Asia followed behind me.
On the ride home, I was silent until Asia broke the silence. “Melody, I know what Peaches told you hurt you, but you’ve got to see that dude ain’t gonna change. He is gonna be who he is no matter how hard you try to change him or want him to be the man you want him to be. Girl, you act as if his thang is made of gold. The boy is going on forty; he ain’t no man because if he was, he wouldn’t treat you this way.” She let out a deep sigh.
As I drove, I tried to hold the tears back, but I couldn’t. I didn’t have th
e energy to speak on what Asia had just said. I didn’t want to say anything anyway because she was right. I had no comeback line for that. That man just kept on fuckin’ with my emotions. If he didn’t want to be with me, why the fuck couldn’t he just tell me that instead of telling me that he loved me every night? If he wanted to be with someone else, why did he keep telling me that he wanted me and only me? I was furious, and I knew just what I was going to do. I was so tired of him and his lies.
If I couldn’t have him, then no one could.
After I dropped Asia off at her home, I drove into my driveway and walked in to my empty home. Rayn was with her father for the weekend. I dropped my purse and shopping bag on the couch and poured me a glass of Evian. Sasha turned me on to it when we were on speaking terms. I didn’t drink hard liquor, but I needed something to ease my mind because I was thinking of doin’ some crazy shit. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed Rodney’s number. I paced the floor thinking about what I was going to say to him. The phone rang three times and then, “Hello.”
A high-pitched voice on the other end spoke into the receiver, and I lost it.
“Where the fuck is Rodney at?” I snarled loudly in the phone.
“Who’s this?” she asked.
“Got-dammit! Trick, don’t worry about who I am. Put Rodney on the phone.” I couldn’t believe he let a chick answer his phone.
“Sorry, but he’s busy right now. Can I take a message?” She giggled maliciously.
I hung up on her ignorant ass. I was done. I paced the floor, trying to figure out my next move. I wanted to kill his ass for putting me through that mess. I was carrying his child. I was in love with him. I kept taking his shit because, in the back of my mind, I thought he would change. He told me that he wanted me, that I was his boo, that he loved me. I screamed out loud until my throat was raw. I had evil thoughts playing through my mind. I wanted to kill that muthafucka, and that was what I was going to do. But how? How could I kill his manipulative, no-good, lying, selfish, inconsiderate ass and get away with it?
I couldn’t stop pacing the floor as I punched my fist into my other hand. That was when an episode that I watched on Fatal Attraction took over my thoughts. Fatal Attraction was a show on TV1. It was something like Unsolved Mysteries, but it focused on black folks that committed crimes against their partner. The episode that flooded my thoughts was when a woman was fed up with her boyfriend’s cheating. She made love to him, and then, in the middle of the night, she set his ass on fire. The only thing I needed to make sure of was that Rodney had his clothes on before I lit the match and allowed his body to burn to a crisp.
The FBI found out that the man was naked when he died, so they knew it was a crime of passion, and they locked his ex up. Did I have the balls to do something like that? Did I really want to kill Rodney? I shook my head at my crazy thoughts.
“I just wish he was here right now. I would bash his head into this mirror and sit back and watch him as he bled to death!” I screamed out loud as my veins popped out of my neck, and my sweat drenched my clothes. I hated him so much at that very moment and wished that he could feel the pain in my heart so he wouldn’t dare try to scar me again. I now knew how Lorena Bobbitt felt. I was losing my mind, and he was the cause. If he would have only kept it real with me and told me what he really wanted, then I wouldn’t have been contemplating his death.
36
Asia
I tried to hold my composure when gossiping no-shame-in-her-game Peaches told Melody that Rodney left the club with a chick. I wanted to tell Peaches to stop starting a mess. She acted like she didn’t know that he and Melody weren’t together. She did that shit on purpose. She and Melody were cool in the past, but they didn’t hang like they used to. I would see Peaches hoeing around town with a different man on her hip. She was the around-the-way girl, and every dude in the city tapped that, even Rodney. As much as we told Melody to leave that trifling, good-for-nothing Negro alone, it seemed like she kept falling deeper and deeper in love with hm.
On the way home, she was quiet. I wondered if she was thinking about how she was going to confront him when she got home. She was gonna take him back, no matter what, because that was just what she did. I always thought about her daughter and if she saw what her mother was going through in her dysfunctional relationship. I hoped that she didn’t follow in her mother’s footsteps. I wasn’t gonna sit there and say that I had the best relationships in my life, but I didn’t bring them in my house. Yes, I had three baby daddies, but my kids were not in the middle, and I never brought the men around. Well, not until I had their baby. As I thought about my life, I realized that maybe I wasn’t a good example and that I shouldn’t compare myself with Melody because we both made dumb mistakes in life. But now, I could say that I was good. I got my man, and I was happy. I wasn’t going anywhere; I was going to make it last forever.
My man was on my mind, so I decided to surprise him with a home cooked meal. I wasn’t a natural cook; I wasn’t born to cook for a man and make him fall in love with me from the scrumptious meals I made. I cooked enough to survive a little bit here and a little there, but tonight, I wanted to try something special and hope that everything went well. I decided to make broccoli and baked potatoes to go with it. The kids were not home, so I hoped my dinner was good so I could be his dessert later.
“Hey, baby. It smells good in here. I know you ain’t frying chicken,” Steve said as he walked in the kitchen with shock in his eyes. He looked scared out of his mind, like I might give him salmonella or something. “Yes, babe. I’m frying chicken,” I smiled.
“Hold up. What did I do? The kids not home. We’re all alone. Why are you trying to kill me?” he said with a straight face.
I walked over and slapped him playfully on his shoulder. “This dinner is going to be good. Trust me.”
“That’s what a lot of women say to their men right before they poison them. I know you be watching Snapped.”
“Stop it and sit down so I can fix your plate,” I laughed. After I fixed our plates, we ate and had small talk.
“Wow, babe. This is pretty good. I’m so proud of you,” he sang.
“Oh, so you’re Drake now?” I asked in reference to him singing one of the lyrics to his song. We both laughed out loud.
“You already know what I want for dessert.” Steve licked his lips and looked at me seductively.
“Whatcha want, daddy?” I purred. I knew what his answer was going to be, but I wanted to hear him say it.
“I want to devour that sweet potato pie between yo’ legs.”
I looked into his dreamy eyes as his words made me moist. “Okay, then. What are you waiting for?”
“After you, my lady.” He stood up and waited for me to walk in front of him. Then we headed to the bedroom.
“Aww, you are being so romantic tonight. What have I done to deserve this?” he said as he looked at the single red rose that I placed in the center of the bed.
“You deserve that and more. You are a great provider, and you are a fantastic husband and father.” Yes, I made more money than Steve did, but he was determined to pay most of the bills, and he worked his ass off to have a successful business.
He walked over to me and kissed me on the lips. Then, he forced his tongue in my mouth passionately, and our tongues slow danced.
“Babe, hold on a second. Let me get into something sexier.” I turned around and looked into my drawer where I picked out a white lace, two-piece lingerie set. Then, I hurried into the adjacent bathroom to change.
“I don’t know why you’re putting that on. I’ma take it right off.” He pouted as if he was a toddler that couldn’t get his way.
“I know, but let me do this,” I yelled from the bathroom.
I walked out of the bathroom, and my husband looked me up and down before he said, “Damn, you sho’ look amazing. You dropped them pounds, and look at you now, looking like a supermodel. Come here so I can get in that. I’m ready for ya.
” He panted like a dog in heat.
I walked over to him, grabbed his head, and kissed him like I hadn’t seen him in years.
He then laid my body down on our Egyptian cotton sheets and used his tongue to lick my wet spot. The lingerie was snapped between my legs, so he used his teeth to unsnap it. Then, he flicked his tongue gently around my sugar basin, and I cried out his name a billion times.
“Babe, don’t run from me now. I’ve been waiting all day to taste you,” Steve said between slurps.
I tried to stay still, but he knew exactly what to do to please my middle. “Baby, you make me feel so good,” I moaned as he continued to please me.
That was one thing that I liked; he never stopped until I was completely satisfied. After I exploded with ecstasy, I got on my knees and returned the favor. I slid his manhood into my warm and moist mouth, and I went to town. I slurped and sucked until my man erupted in my mouth.
“Got-damn, baby! You are a beast with that mouth. Ooh-wee, I’m so ready to slide into that juicy, wet middle of yours.” He grinned like he was a little boy in the candy store.
I got on top of him because he loved it when I rode it. I positioned myself as if I was about to do a squat on top of him. I moaned softy as I slipped his long and erect shaft inside of me.
“Asia, I love it when you take control,” he said as his eyes rolled behind his lids.
He gripped my ass, and I started bouncing up and down as we both moaned out loud from the erotic pleasure. He filled me, and I loved the way he felt inside of me. I rode him, and my full-sized breasts bounced in the air. Sweat streamed down my back. I moaned out his name, and I flung my head back. I was on the edge, about to come. Right before I was about to let go, I looked over in the direction of my patio glass door and became scared shitless.
“Oh, shit!” I gasped as I hopped off of Steve’s erect penis and covered my body in the sheets. I didn’t dare look back over at the sliding patio doors that led out to our balcony.
“Baby, what’s the matter? Did I hurt you?” Steve cried out. He tried to look into my eyes, but I avoided eye contact because I didn’t want him to see the fear in my eyes. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and my whole body trembled as if I were in a freezer. I griped the sheet tight in my hands and held it up to my chest. I couldn’t control myself; I couldn’t speak to answer my husband’s questions. All I could do was wonder how the hell Lance got on my second-story balcony, and why in the world was he looking through my doors, watching my husband and I make love?
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