“I know you only want what’s best for me, but you don’t understand. You have parents that raised you right and love you, while mine were too addicted to drugs to give a fuck about me. You want me to have this relationship with them because you think its best, but you don’t see how you’ve shown me how much they don’t deserve me. You have been more to me than they ever have.”
My tears were coming out as confessions. I didn’t mind letting Marcel see the vulnerability in my love for him.
Lovingly, he wrapped his arms around me and simply kissed my forehead as he wiped my tears away.
Tricey
I went over and beyond to look cute tonight. I had the typical “fuck that nigga” attitude, so I did the most when I got dressed.
Vic told me that she wanted to go to this NBA player’s birthday party downtown at Transit. Though I had kinda gotten out of the mood of clubs full of twenty-one year old newbies, I figured I would use the opportunity to get hella cute and have a ball to get my mind off of things. So, I used this opportunity to wear the white high-waist two-piece that I snagged from Nadia B. Since the leggings were high-waist, they magnified the narrow curves of my waist versus the vast inches of my hips. My booty looked scrumptious, and the sides of my legs, hips, and a lil’ bit of booty were exposed since it was all designed lace. The cropped top showed off a little bit of stomach and one of the arms was all designed lace as well. With a pair of white Christian Louboutin’s and twenty-eight inches of imported Brazilian hair in loose barrel curls, I was living.
No matter how pissed I was at Blood, he would have killed me had he heard I was in the club mingling with “regular folks”, so as soon as we got there, I got a table in VIP.
“Is that Damion?”
Startled, I looked at Vic as she scanned a crowd of men that had just walked into VIP. They had to be basketball players because they were all well over six feet.
Sure enough, Vic was right. It was Damion, my ex from back in the day. Though I hadn’t seen him in five years, I would have recognized that 6’3”, chocolate, cocky motherfucka anywhere, especially since I had seen him often whenever Blood forces me to watch basketball.
“Yep, that’s him,” I told Vic.
When I met Damion back in ’07, he was a point-guard at the college Vic and Taij went to. After graduation, he bounced from team to team as a bench player. Although his life as a NBA player didn’t allow us to continue what we thought was a romance, we attempted to keep in touch after we broke up. However, life kept both of us from doing that, so we hadn’t seen or spoken to one another since ’08.
Vic told me that Taij told her that Damion was possibly being traded to Chicago, so I guess that really happened.
When Vic quickly reached out to get his attention as he walked by, I was shocked. When she and Taij broke up, she broke off all ties with anything that reminded her of Urbana, except her good friend, Sugar. Seeing her speak and embrace Damion with a smile let me know that she was finally over the break up. I was so proud to see that.
“Omg! Hi, Damion! What are you doin’ here?!”
Damion was happy to see her too. He hugged her, let go, and then hugged her again as if he couldn’t believe that it was her. I don’t think he’d seen Vic since graduation either. He was so surprised to see her that he didn’t notice me standing next to her.
“Aw man! What’s up, Vic?! Taij didn’t tell you that I got traded?”
“I knew that it was a possibility, but I didn’t know it was finalized.”
Then, I finally let my presence be none. “Hey, Damion.”
When we locked eyes, his excitement to see me was undeniable.
“Wow! Oh my God! Miss Latrice! How you doin’, baby?!”
We threw our arms around each other. I was almost lost in his massive build.
The aroma of rich men’s cologne rained down on me as we embraced. He smelled good enough to eat.
“Long time no see,” I said with a flirtatious smile.
“Very long. Too long.”
Damion insisted that we sit with him, so we had the waitress move our bottle to the table next to him and his friends, who were also professional players here to celebrate Derek Kurt’s birthday, a player for Chicago’s team.
Being that drunk with Vic and Damion felt like I was back in college; back when my cares were minimal compared to the hell that I was currently in. I knew Vic felt the same. I could see the pure happiness in her face; something that I had only been seeing for the past year and was happy that it was becoming more permanent.
We kicked it. The Dj was off the chain; playing all the hood bangers from 2 Chainz, Juicy J, and Chief Keef. And even though they were all NBA players that could have impressed Vic and competed with Blood financially, they hung with us like we shouldn’t be impressed by them because they were definitely impressed by us.
Yet, Damion pee’d on his territory; cuffing me at every chance, grinding against my ass, and slow dancing with me when the song fit.
Damion and I didn’t end on a bad note. We both realized that there wasn’t enough interest for a long distance relationship to work, so we peacefully went our separate ways. So, after poppin’ bottles with him for a few hours and being so damn drunk that it was clearly illegal to drive, I wasn’t surprised that he asked me to follow him back to his place.
Damion was in the NBA. Surely, he was used to bringing girls home from the club and banging them. Since I was his ex, I was sure that he thought that getting some ass from me would be much easier than any piece of ass he’d gotten in this state.
It didn’t surprise me that I agreed to follow him back to his place either. Blood’s royal fuck up, along with the liquor, didn’t allow me to even really care to consider what I was doing. I loved Blood to death. I knew that, despite his infidelity, he was willing to continue to do so much more for me and mine than a bench player could ever do.
Blood had taken the joy out of our relationship. Just a few weeks ago, I was happy, I trusted him and he was one in a million to me. Now, Blood was simply a man that I was living with that I couldn’t trust. We had dwindled down to roommates. I was ready to feel a man’s presence again that I wanted.
“Let’s get in the pool.”
Initially, we were just chilling in Damion’s backyard; drinking tequila and watching the sun rise while we laughed about funny shit that happened in our past.
“You don’t have a swimsuit,” he told me like he was bringing it to my attention.
“I didn’t say that I did.”
With a flirtatious smirk, I stood up and began to remove my twelve hundred dollar pumps and three hundred dollar outfit. I hadn’t worn any underwear underneath, so Damion got a full view of my every nook and cranny. Before he could say anything, I jumped in the pool. The water was surprisingly warm. Appreciating the heated pool, I floated amongst the water, feeling like I was in Jamaica. I damn near forgot that Damion was even there until he startled me by suddenly appearing behind me.
I felt his hard nine and a half inches against my ass, the same nine and half inches that I had rode on more than one occasion, and was quickly brought back into reality.
“So you just jump in nigga’s pools naked all the time?”
I turned around and our flirtatious eyes met. Without any thought we both wrapped our arms around each other and my wet nipples immediately hardened when they lay on his hard slippery chest. Damion seemed to be carrying me as we floated in the warm water.
“No,” I answered. “You’re not just some nigga. You know that.”
His eyes were burning into mine. I couldn’t figure out whether I was really feeling him or feeling my liquor.
Before I could figure that out, he grabbed the back of my head and allowed those big suckable lips to lay sloppy wet kisses on me.
That’s what we did as the sun came up; hugged, kissed, groped, and rubbed. I lay kisses on his chest, and he savored mine. I played on his neck, and he played on mine. My pussy was so wet as I anticipated giving
him so much ass. There was no question that I would. I had no reservations and no concerns; that’s just how reckless I was feeling.
However, as I straddled his waist and he held me there by my ass and our lips met one another’s, he told me, “It’s time for you to go home,” with so much assurance.
I was shocked. I was ready to be a complete hoe, but he was basically kicking me out!
There I sat, straddled around his waist, with my pussy literally against his stomach. I could feel the warmth coming from it, and I knew he could too.
“You want me to go?” I looked him in his eyes; my eyes telling him that he didn’t have to be a gentleman, that I didn’t want that.
He smiled and kissed my lips quickly. “We have more than enough time for that.”
Seven
Tuesday, August 21, 2012.
LYRIC
I could see the smile on Tricey’s face when I exited the building.
She was sitting in her Lexus truck chatting on the phone. It was good to see her finally happy after the stunt Blood pulled.
Yet, as I got closer and closer to the truck, I noticed that her smile was different. It was coy, bashful, and giggly.
I heard her say, “Here comes, Lyric. I’ll call you back after we eat lunch.” Then, she let out another annoying high pitched giggle and hung up as I climbed into the truck.
“You are mighty happy today,” I told her. “Blood must have made that little boy disappear.”
Tricey pulled off with a grunt and mean roll of the eye. “Hell nah. That little motherfucka is still walking around the house lookin’ like ‘one of these things just doesn’t belong here’.”
I laughed as I asked, “Then why are you purring all in the damn phone?”
“I wasn’t talking to him. I was talking to Damion.”
I damn near choked on my own spit. “Who?!”
With a satisfied laugh, Tricey replied, “You heard me.”
“Where did you see him?!”
“At the club this weekend. Me and Vic went to Derek Kurt’s birthday party. Damion was there.”
I sat there shocked as Tricey told me about their night at the club hanging with NBA players and poppin’ bottles. A small part of me was jealous. But my head was so into Marcel that I was happy with living my life vicariously through Tricey.
“Then I went back to his place.”
My mouth hit the floor. Tricey seemed happy to be blowing my mind with such juicy information.
“Girl, did you fuck him?”
“Honestly…,” she answered with a sigh. “…I wanted to. I would have, but he was such a gentleman. We skinny dipped and made out. The pussy was his, as far as I was concerned, but he didn’t take it. He told me to go home.”
“How often have you spoken to him since?”
“Every day,” she answered with the most girlish grin. It was like she was thirteen years old and dating her crush all over again.
Then I asked bluntly, “Why?”
Finally, as we pulled into the parking lot of Leona’s, Tricey’s arrogance and boisterous flirtatious attitude went out of the window. “I don’t know. I went home with Damion to get my mind off of Blood’s bullshit and to feel like me and Blood were even…”
“But you and Blood have been even. You cheated on him first. And it was even worse because at least when he made this baby, you all were just dating. You all weren’t in a committed relationship…”
“But he hid Mauri from me.”
“First of all, you are still hiding the fact that you fucked Amiel behind his back. Let’s not forget that. Second of all, you’re accepting the fact that he hid this baby, because you didn’t leave, so don’t…”
Tricey interrupted me in defense. “I didn’t leave because I am unemployed and he provides my entire livelihood. I can’t go from this Lexus truck to no car and staying with my mama! You know how unhappy I was at first with Blood. I didn’t even like having sex with him! But because I appreciated his love for me, I dissed Amiel, when I loved his dirty drawers, and made it work with Blood. All of that for what? To get this lie smacked in my face because he laid down with some bitch that can’t even take care of her baby; a bitch who probably just sent this baby back with Blood because she knew he was in Chicago living a lie!”
I let Tricey continue to vent because it looked like she needed to. “And you know what? I never thought that I could have both again; love and stability. A situation like I am in with Blood comes once in a lifetime for few women and never for many women…” I nodded in full agreement as she continued. “But here comes Damion with his NBA contract being attentive and loving. It’s showing me that maybe I have a chance at having the same stability that I have with Blood with someone who doesn’t have baggage.”
“So you are going to just throw away years of history with Blood for a guy that just showed up a few days ago?”
“Hell no,” she immediately denied. “But every time I look at Mauri it definitely makes it easier for me to at least keep Damion around and entertain the thought just in case.”
I was at Marcel’s place soon after work.
Lunch with Tricey made me appreciate my man. Yes, a lot of men cheat and many, if not all, of them have a few tricks up their sleeve, but for now, Marcel was perfection and I appreciated the current drama free and peaceful state of our love.
“Did your boss approve your days off for the trip?”
Of course, Marcel was down to hit Puerto Vallarta with Tricey and Blood. Even if Vic would be there, I was too damn open to a free trip to Mexico. Yet, it was going to be really hard for Marcel to get the days off so suddenly since he had very little seniority at the oil refinery where he worked in Indiana.
“I’m working on it,” he answered as I snuggled under him on the couch. He was watching sports. I was pretending like I was enjoying it.
“How are you going to feel being there with Vic?”
Marcel knew all about how I felt about Vic. That’s why I loved him so much. He knew everything about me; my parents, the rape, how I so stupidly was in the middle of James and Raven, and my bisexuality. He knew everything, loved me anyway, yet never made me change a thing and never played on my insecurities.
“As long as she doesn’t try to have a conversation with me, I’m cool.”
“She usually doesn’t, so you should be fine then.”
“Right, but being on an exotic island makes people act different. Paradise might make her feel real friendly,” I replied with a giggle.
As Marcel chuckled along with me, I asked him, “Do you think I’m being childish by not speaking to her? It’s been so many years and Tricey has forgiven her.”
“What do you think?”
I answered immediately because there was nothing to think about. “I don’t think so. What she did was wrong. I don’t care if Tricey forgave her. I don’t.”
“Then there you go… And if Vic tries to talk to you and you don’t want her to, I’ll take care of it.”
Damn, that made my pussy wet. That was the perks of having a Daddy. He was a protector. He protected me from anything that I felt was evil. Whether a real or perceived threat, danger, or bad people, he was there protecting me against it. Sometimes a girl just needs to curl up in her man’s arms and feel like she’s protected from the world’s bullshit. With Marcel, I had that every day. Most men protected their women from the world’s pain while inflicting her heart with their own. Not Marcel, though. Not my Daddy. I was able to relax into him and in this relationship knowing that he was protecting me not only from the evils and dangers of this world, but also from any further heartbreak.
That’s why his obsession with me having this relationship with my parents confused me. As I saw it, they were evil and bad people. But he was obsessed with me mending my relationship with them for some reason. Though, I trusted that he saw the bigger picture.
STAR
“Hey, Star.”
“Who is this?”
“Keesha.”
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Instantly, I rolled my eyes. Slick bitch called me from another number.
I had been ignoring Keesha’s calls for a week. After they stole my tips, I played it cool. I chopped it up with her at work but never asked to work a party with her again; all while she watched me curiously as day after day my wardrobe got better, my hair and nails stayed done, and I was actually able to eat out for lunch- rather than eating food given to me by the grocery store owner.
I knew she was wondering how I was getting money. But I wasn’t about to let her ratchet ass in on my gig; especially after having a partner last time got me locked up.
Very dry and with a lot of attitude, I asked her, “What’s up?”
“I have a favor to ask you,” she told me nervously.
Shortly, I spit, “What’s that?”
After attempting to discreetly take a deep breath, she had the nerve to say, “Well, these guys are having a party tonight. They want dancers, but they are specifically asking for you. They won’t even hire us if you ain’t in the lineup.”
“Hell nah,” I immediately answered.
“Star, please? These some ballers. I really need to make this money. Tasha and Ebony won’t be there.”
“I’m not that convinced that you didn’t take my tips.”
She smacked her lips like I had insulted her. “C’mon now, Star. You know betta.”
“Really I don’t.”
“Well, you’ll make that money back tonight and then some. It’s this rap nigga party that just got signed to Big Sean’s label. C’mon. Please?”
Big Sean was the biggest record executive living in the Midwest. She was right. It was possible that I could make some real good money, so I gave in.
I told Keesha to text me the address, and then hung up. All the while, I was kicking myself in the ass because, for some reason, I just felt like I shouldn’t be doing this show.
Three hours later, Keesha and I, along with another chick, were in a studio on Michigan Avenue dancing in two piece ensembles that covered nothing as dudes made it rain, what felt like, thousands.
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