Good Girls Ain't No Fun Boxed Set (The SIX romance and urban fiction volumes of the LOVE, SEX, LIES series)

by Jessica Watkins

  Yet, Devin groveled in aggravation as he answered, “Man, them niggas set us up…”

  “Is your name Lucky?”

  Iyana and I looked curiously at Blood’s animosity towards Devin as Devin continued regardless of Blood’s anger. “Blood, don’t give me that shit! Direct that shit to the other side of town ‘cuz them the fickle niggas- Not me, nor Lucky!”

  When I saw pure fire in Blood’s eyes, I excused myself and pulled Iyana out of the living room with me.

  This was a part of the game that I didn’t want to be a part of, and Iyana didn’t need to be either.

  Once inside of the kitchen, Iyana asked in a whisper. “What the hell is wrong with Blood?”

  “He’s been through a lot,” I told her as I began to pour my man a strong drink.

  “That’s not cool though. Devin has his back.”

  “It’s been the niggas that have had his back that have been dishonest the most. He doesn’t know who to trust.”

  Suddenly, voices got louder and it started to sound like thunder was coming from the living room.

  Frustration inside of me grew into a headache, but I knew better than to get involved.

  However, I couldn’t deny that Blood was on the edge. I couldn’t help but wonder if I had anything to do with it and prayed that I wasn’t about to repeat events of the past.

  Nine

  Friday, June 17, 2011

  STAR

  I couldn’t believe that DeShawn was the State’s first witness.

  Hearing them call his name was a hard smack in the face with reality. If this shit didn’t seem real to me before, shit had just got real.

  I sat at the table, stiff as a board, listening to the State’s Attorney probe DeShawn with questions about how I acted like I liked him and went as far as pretending to be his woman, just to get into his house and learn his stash spots so that I could give my friends the information needed to rob him.

  I couldn’t even look at him. My eyes were glued to the floor with shame and embarrassment. I knew that my mother and sister were present, along with Blood, so they were all hearing the gruesome details of my involvement for the first time. The fact that they were hearing what I had done was making sitting in that courtroom unbearable.

  For the past year, my family was only able to speculate what happened. Though the police reports were out there, all they knew was word of mouth. Yet, now, they were hearing everything straight from the horse’s mouth, and, no matter how much Mr. Reed tried to sugarcoat it, the shit sounded bad.

  As I sat there and listened to the State’s Attorney examine DeShawn for literally an hour, I began to think that maybe all of this was a mistake. I began to think that maybe I should have just taken the fifteen years and ran with it. Initially, this chance at a new trial seemed promising. However, as I and that courtroom marinated in the details of my crimes, it sounded so bad that I knew that I had just agreed to the chance of giving myself more time; time that I really deserved.

  “DeShawn, you say that Star perpetrated this relationship with you.” As he began to examine DeShawn, Mr. Reed sat beside me calmly.

  I looked at him questionably; wondering why he chose to continue to sit as he spoke to DeShawn. Ironically, because he continued to sit next to me, DeShawn and I locked eyes for the first time. His face looked bittersweet to me and my eyes surprisingly began to instantly fill with tears.

  I wanted to run up to the stand, beg for his forgiveness, and swear that I wanted nothing but the best for us, but I was stuck between being loyal to people who had been my family for way longer than he had been my man.

  Regrettably, that loyalty was proven to be fraudulent and fabricated.

  “Yea,” DeShawn replied to Mr. Reed, but continued to look me in my eyes. He watched my tears consistently, and it shocked me how he didn’t shy away from my eyes as long as I didn’t shy away from his.

  “How many times did she come to your house?”

  “A bunch of times.”

  “And how many times after she knew the layout of your house did she spend time over there?”

  DeShawn, finally releasing his eye contact with me, looked at Mr. Reed curiously and that is when Mr. Reed finally stood to approach DeShawn.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Was it more than five times?”

  “Yea.”

  “More than ten times?”

  “Probably.”

  “Did she have sex with you after she knew the layout of your house?”

  “Yea.”

  “How many times?”

  Getting frustrated with Mr. Reed’s badgering, DeShawn smacked his lips. “I don’t know.”

  “Was it one time? Three times? More than five times?”

  “It was a lot of times.”

  “Did she cook for you?”

  “A few times.”

  “Did she clean?”

  “Sometimes.”

  “You say you started to really like her and she started to really like you, correct?”

  “I liked her. I thought she really liked me.”

  “So even after she knew the layout of your house, she continued to spend time with you, cook, clean, and sleep with you to such an avail that you truly believed that she had feelings for you. After knowing the layout of your house, instead of taking what she needed to know and running, she continued to be a loving girlfriend to you. Is that correct?”

  DeShawn bit his lip, aggravated that Mr. Reed had turned his words around. I looked at him, waiting for an answer. I knew in my heart that they were both right. Yes, I was initially with DeShawn under false pretences, but, yes, I had also stayed around, wishing that I could change Benz and Scoop’s minds because I wanted to be with DeShawn more than I wanted them to rob him.

  “Is that correct, Mr. White?” Mr. Reed pressed DeShawn softly, as if to make him see the unconditional feelings that I obviously had for him.

  “Yea,” DeShawn spit as if it was the last thing he wanted to admit. “That’s correct.”

  VICTORIA

  I was in the middle of Derrick’s living room dancing to Future’s voice. I was floating on cloud nine and refused to come down. It was about six in the evening, Vince was somewhere arguing with his baby mama as she packed to move here, and yet I didn’t give a fuck and was ready to party.

  I wasn’t going anywhere in particular. Me and coke were having our own party in my mind.

  Suddenly, hands were around my neck, I could feel Derrick’s hard body up against me, and his voice was in my ear.

  “Having fun?”

  I smiled seductively, still shaking my ass. “You got something better for me to do?”

  With no words and with his hand still softly around my neck, Derrick guided me to the couch.

  Instantly, my body blushed and began to flood.

  Derrick liked to do kinky shit to me because he knew how sex felt when I was high. I let him treat me and this pussy however he wanted to because he’d bought the pussy over and over again by supplying my life with white happiness.

  After pushing me down on the couch, he knelt down in front of me, pushed my dress up around my waist, pulled my panties to the side, wrapped his arms around my thighs, and spread my lips so that he could reach the pinkest parts of my pussy.

  He stuck his tongue deep inside of me, tasting the sweet serum of my insides. I arched my back to feel every ripple of each and every one of his taste buds.

  To the beat of Future’s rugged voice, I moved my pelvis rhythmically against Derrick’s face and convulsed on his tongue.

  I was indeed in the midst of my own private party.

  After forcing my legs and ass high into the air like a baby, he continued to drink my juice; even sucking my plump lips and tongue kissing them just as he would the lips on my face.

  I looked into his eyes begging for more. His eyes burned into mine. He grabbed his dick while simultaneously rubbing my clitoris and eating his snack.

  I fell into that clitoral massage;
arched my back, relaxed, and fell into a tranquil pleasure as my sweetness escaped me and drenched his face. The sensation encouraged raunchy growls to crawl up his throat and out of his mouth.

  As my orgasm ceased, two fingers found their way into my ass while he thrust his tongue amongst my satiny walls. I howled at a high pitch towards the ceiling.

  His fingers fucking me, his tongue penetrating my leaking pussy, and his hand administering wet lashes against my clit created a rupture inside of me that damn near scared me.

  Amongst shrieks of delight and screams of pleasure, I called on God, told Derrick that I was cumming, and begged him not to stop.

  With a mouth full of pussy, he could only moan into my body in response. As I came, my hips and ass left the couch in flight. His mouth chased me. He put his hands under me, grabbed my hips, and brought me back to him.

  Derrick literally sucked my pussy; sucking the orgasm out of me. Cum flowed from my body like an intense spring. My water ran right into his face and he didn’t move, not even a centimeter. He continued his multi-task assault on my ass and pussy, and I damn near fainted from the powerful orgasm.

  “Come here,” I told him as my orgasm ran away. “I want that dick. Give it to me, please.”

  I wanted his penetration. I needed that dick in me right at that moment.

  He lay over me and his dick found my hot interior. My walls wrapped around his dick lovingly. They greeted his dick happily, thanking Derrick in advance for the punishing, deep, long strokes that he was giving us.

  LYRIC

  This 312 number was calling me for the sixth time that day. Since I had been successfully dodging James’ calls for the last few weeks, I was cautious to answer.

  “Hello?”

  “Lyric?”

  I hadn’t heard the voice in years, but I knew it all too well. “Auntie Candy?”

  Auntie Candy was my father’s sister. The older I got, the more I distanced myself from my parents. If my father wasn’t stealing from me to support a heroin addiction, my mother was pissing me off with her ability to give less than a fuck. Soon, she became addicted to her own substances, and I was so disgusted with them that I washed my hands of them completely. Between having sisters and brothers with their own addictions or siblings that didn’t fuck with them for the same reasons, by default, I lost touch with the few uncles and aunts that I had as well.

  “Hey, niece. How are you?”

  “Fine,” I simply answered. I wasn’t about to get into a fake reunion conversation with her. She was calling me for a reason, and I knew it. “So what’s wrong with my father?’

  “Nothing, actually,” she answered.

  “So what’s the phone call for?”

  “You don’t miss them, Lyric?”

  “Them?”

  “Your mother and father have been staying with me for the last year.”

  She wanted me to care. She wanted me to be this loving daughter that missed her parents and ran to them. That wasn’t me, though.

  “Just as easily as you called me, they can too.”

  “They’re ashamed.”

  “They should be.”

  “But they are getting better.”

  I rolled my eyes into the back of my head as I sat on the couch. “I heard that one before.”

  My house was dark, as it had been since I locked James out. I still felt like shit and missed him with all of my very heavy heart. I wanted to call him, but anger and hurt feelings had my hands tied.

  “Seriously, Lyric,” my aunt promised me.

  “Are they clean?”

  “Your mother hasn’t had a drink in months. Your father, well, he…”

  I interrupted her sarcastically. “Right.”

  “He’s trying though, Lyric.”

  “That’s good for him.”

  “So you don’t want to speak to your mother?”

  “Does she want to speak to me?! Seriously, that woman is in her fifties; old enough to call her own gawd damn daughter. You shouldn’t have to play referee for her.”

  My aunt sighed sadly. I felt ashamed that I gave her anger that didn’t belong to her, but she chose to take those blows by getting in the middle of this.

  “So, you’ll let them die without speaking to them?”

  “Are they dying?” I knew the answer before she answered me. My parents had been dying for years. If the drugs weren’t killing them, they were suffering from ailments caused by years of substance abuse that had been threatening their lives for a very long time.

  “Not officially. But with their health issues, you never know, Lyric.”

  She continued on, encouraging me to be the bigger person, and I continued to look into the darkness, blaming absent parents for what I had become.

  Ten

  Sunday, June 18, 2011

  VICTORIA

  I was cursing like a sailor as I slammed my cell phone down on the passenger seat.

  “Bitch!”

  I couldn’t believe Kita’s audacity, and I was calling Vince to tell him exactly how I felt.

  When he answered, I immediately went in. “As soon as she have that baby, I’m whoopin’ her ass!”

  Kita had only been in Chicago for two days, but it felt like two years. She needed Vince with her to do everything; to help her move furniture, to help her get things situated, to go to the new OB with her, blah, blah, blah. Since Vince was very vocal with her about the significance of my comfort with this baby situation, the more he expressed to her my frustration with her constant clinginess, the more the heifer felt the need to text message me all these threats about what Vince was going to do because he was the father of her baby.

  “What happened now?” Vince sounded as frustrated as I was.

  “Apparently, via her text message, she has an issue with me having a problem with her constant need for you to be with her.”

  In response, Vince only groveled in further frustration.

  “Look, Vince, I understand that you are that baby’s father, and there are certain things that you should do for her. But she is milking this situation…”

  “I know, Vic…”

  “She’s only doing this because she wants you back…”

  “I know.”

  Besides, since Vince sounded as frustrated as I did, I decided to just let it go. I didn’t want to piss Vince off, therefore giving Kita even more of an advantage over me.

  “I’ll take care of it, baby,” he promised. “I’ll make sure she stops contacting you. Okay?”

  “Please?! Especially since she only has my number because she had the nerve to snoop through your phone!”

  “I’ll take care of it, babe.”

  This was why I loved him and knew that he loved me.

  “I need to talk you, though.”

  Oh shit. That didn’t sound good.

  “About what?”

  “You know Stan, my guy that works for the FBI?”

  “Yea.”

  “He said that he knows a couple of PIs that can help you.”

  “PI?”

  “Private investigator.”

  “What do I need a private investigator for?”

  Vince smacked his lips. “Are you that disconnected from this?”

  “From what?”

  “Finding out who your father is, Vic.”

  I silently cursed and rolled my eyes into the back of my head as I pulled up in front of Derrick’s house.

  “Vince, I told you that I don’t want to talk about that.”

  “But you need to.”

  “And I will. I thought you said you would give me some time.”

  “I know you, though. You are going to avoid…”

  “Vince, please,” I insisted. “Don’t you have your own problems to deal with? You handle Kita and I will handle this, okay, baby?”

  His silence told me that he was frustrated with me. This was something that Vince wasn’t going to win, though. He wasn’t going to bully me into this one.

  With l
oving words, I convinced Vince that I would eventually deal with my past and that I would be home in a little while, after I picked up DeSire. As I lied to him, I could not help but feel like the usual; this lying drug user that didn’t deserve him.

  He gave in and let me off of the phone with no more argument. As I climbed Derrick’s front steps, I felt like a hypocrite. I was bashing Kita for fighting for a man that I was totally taking advantage of.

  Yet, when Derrick opened the door for me, I knew that my relief was near. He was leaving town for a vacation the next day, and, since he refused to let me get it off the street, he insisted that I stop by while he was packing to pick up a few ounces to hold me over while he was gone.

  I never had a man take care of me financially; nor have I had a man pay my bills, rent, or buy groceries. Vince did little things here and there, but never had a man taken care of me like Derrick. Though he was only supplying me with coke, it was the most that anyone could do for me at that moment in my life.

  As long as I continued supplying him with pussy, he continued to supply me with amounts of coke that went for hundreds of dollars on the streets.

  Since he was packing and I needed to pick DeSire up, Derrick and I did a quick exchange. I promised him that I would attempt to see him in the morning before his flight.

  I was back in my car within minutes.

  The events of the day were really weighing on me; Kita and her stalking, Vince’s frustration with her and me, and the situation with my father; whoever he was. I was driving in a daze and couldn’t wait to get to Taij’s house so that I could do a few lines in the car.

  I was so busy thinking that I didn’t notice the unmarked car behind me with the sirens on. The siren went off loudly before I even realized that I was being pulled over.

  I knew that I must have been speeding in my hurry to get to Taij’s place, so I pulled over and immediately got my license and registration out of the glove compartment.

  It threw me off when the older gentlemen appeared on the other side of my window in plain clothes. Then, I realized that an unmarked car shouldn’t be pulling me over because detectives shouldn’t be writing traffic tickets.