But I made myself focus on the real. These past few days alone with Mauri helped me realize that my family was so much more important than what “could be”. Beyond my love for Blood, he was a father to my daughter and now we had a son. No matter the current state of our relationship, the shit was real and nothing to be played with.
Besides, I was the woman of that household. I wouldn’t want that position taken from me because I wanted to play an NBA groupie for a few weeks.
“You never asked me if I had a boyfriend. So, I wanted to let you know that I do. We’ve been together for over two years now, and we live together.”
Damion simply continued to look me in my eyes. There was no reaction that I could detect. He didn’t flinch, frown, or say a word. I took his silence as opportunity to plead my case.
“I’m just going to be real; when I saw you at the club a few weeks ago, some things had happened in my relationship that left me really unhappy, so I was looking for an outlet. But once you and I started talking on the phone and spending time together, I started to realize how much I genuinely liked having you in my life again…”
He cut me off by gently squeezing my leg and smiling at me ever so flirtatiously. “It’s cool.”
“It’s cool?” I was so confused by how cool he was with this.
“Yeah,” he answered with a shrug. “It’s cool. It doesn’t matter.”
I didn’t know whether to be offended or relieved. I wondered why it didn’t matter. Now I really wanted to know Damion’s intentions with me. At first, they seemed clear. We went on dates, talked on the phone for hours, and text messaged endlessly. I thought that he was attempting to start something with me, but now I wasn’t so sure.
Then he answered my curiosity. “Right now, it doesn’t matter. We’re just old friends getting back acquainted with each other. When it gets to the point that it matters, we’ll readdress it.”
I got so wasted after that.
Once I was able to get that confession off my chest, I was finally able to be even more relaxed around Damion. I got even more relaxed when I realized that, even though he now knew about my relationship, he was still just as attentive as he was before.
I was completely turnt up.
Too turnt up.
So turnt up that I ended up in Damion’s bed, on all fours, with his hard dick in me giving me the business.
My head was in the pillow as I bit it in mercy. His dick felt so good inside of me. One of his hands was on the center of my back, holding my lower body down on the bed so that my ass was in the air perfectly. His other hand was slapping my ass here and there as he told me how good this pussy was and how much he missed it.
“Shit…. Oh my God.” I was hissing and moaning in disbelief. I could hear Damion giggling in delight; pleased to hear my confirmations that he was fucking the shit out of me.
We went on like that for what felt like hours. My mind was racing. I wondered what the fuck I was doing, why it felt so good, why, though it felt so good, I felt so bad for doing it. Then, visions of Blood walking into the house with Mauri made me feel like what I was doing was ok.
I was drunk; drunk with pints of tequila, love, hurt, confusion, and lust.
Damion tried not to let my mind wander. Every time I got quiet, his strokes got stronger, deeper, and longer; sending me into a song of raunchy satisfaction.
He flipped me over and climbed on top of me. As his dick slid into me, I couldn’t believe how wet I was and how good it felt. My mind was in a cloud as he passionately tongue kissed me. He held my hands over my head, intertwined our fingers together, and swam inside of me.
Finally, his moans and slurs began. Rhythmically, he penetrated me until he was growling as a result of his orgasm.
As soon as he was done, Damion rolled over on his back and lay next to me, panting dramatically.
“Oh my gawd,” I muttered out loud to myself.
Again, Damion giggled with satisfaction as he reached over and rubbed my bare stomach.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt and how hard I’d cum. I could feel my fluids running out of me and down my leg.
Then, I opened my legs and looked down inquisitively. Terror filled me as I realized that it wasn’t only my fluids. It was also Damion’s.
“Damion, the condom broke!”
We both looked down at his now limp dick and, sure enough, the condom was in pieces.
No wonder that shit was feeling so good.
“Damn!” I was livid as I jumped out of bed. I wasn’t on any birth control because, before Mauri came into the picture, had I gotten pregnant by Blood it was cool. Once Mauri appeared, I had all plans to go and get on birth control, but my appointment wasn’t until the following week.
I was naked and my hair was all over my head as I stood in the middle of the floor with bulging eyes.
“It’s cool,” Damion attempted to persuade me. “Just go get the morning after pill.”
“The what?”
“The morning after pill. You can get it from Walgreens or something. It stops you from getting pregnant if you have unprotected sex. You’ll be straight.”
Ten
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Tricey
But I wasn’t straight.
A week and a half later, I was sitting in the gynecologist office with sore nipples and a late period. Though I was only there for an annual exam, for the past three days I knew that something was wrong and figured that if I was pregnant, they would tell me then.
I hadn’t gotten the test results, but I knew that I was pregnant. My period was never late.
Just the thought of possibly being pregnant made me want to throw up my breakfast and jump out of the window that I was staring out of.
“Knock knock.”
The knock on the door sounded like the introduction of a nightmare.
I watched the doctor with wide eyes as she entered the room and sat at the desk. I was sitting on the bed dressed in a gown and socks.
“Well, Ms. Anderson, the nurse told me that you were complaining about sore nipples and feeling headachy. Did you know that you were pregnant?”
Disappointed wasn’t the word. I flung myself back on the examination table and began to kick my feet in frustration.
I was throwing such a tantrum that the doctor had to laugh.
“Girl, you are going be okay. Calm down.”
Dr. Smith was my same OB from when I was pregnant with Ariana, so she was cool with me like that.
“It’s not okay! I don’t want to be pregnant! We used a condom and it broke. This isn’t faaaaaaaaaair.” I was literally in tears. “And I took the morning after pill!”
She was still laughing at me as she asked, “When did you take it?”
“I had sex on the 29th. I took it the same day.”
“Well, from the date of your last period, you were already ovulating. The morning after pill stops you from ovulating. That’s how it prevents pregnancy. However, you were already ovulating when you took it, so it didn’t work.”
I could only moan in frustration.
“Tricey, you have options.”
I knew what options she was talking about; a damn abortion. I didn’t want to go through that. After being forced to abort my first baby when I was fourteen, the very thought of an abortion was traumatic for me. That is why ever since having Ariana, I was super cautious and always used protection until I was ready to have another baby. I was ready to have another baby, but with Blood and before Mauri popped up!
That gawd damn tequila.
“I don’t want to have an abortion,” I whined.
“Why not?”
“I just can’t, Dr. Smith. I can’t bring myself to do it.”
“Is it the procedure itself? If that is the case, you can get put to sleep. Or you can take the abortion pill and pass the baby at home. It will be like having a miscarriage.”
I stared blankly into space. This couldn’t have happened at a worse time. I kne
w it was Damion’s baby since, until two days ago, I hadn’t slept with Blood since he came home with Mauri.
Things were finally getting back to normal in the house. They weren’t perfect and I was still upset with Blood, but fucking Damion and the condom breaking scared me straight. We still talked on the phone, but I hadn’t seen Damion and I had been dodging his invitations to hang out.
“Look, Tricey,” Dr. Smith insisted. “Before you leave, we will make an appointment for you to come back for the abortion pill a month from now. That will give you time to think things over. At least you’ll have the appointment in case you decide to terminate. Okay?”
She smiled, trying to attempt to get me to calm down, but it wasn’t working, so I simply replied, “That’s cool,” while trying to hold back the tears.
Lyric, Cory, and I had a late breakfast scheduled that morning. Since I had been talking so much shit to Cory about not seeing him lately, I couldn’t reschedule. So, despite my attitude, I had to show up at Mable’s in Hyde Park, no matter how much I just wanted to go home and cry into my pillow.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Cory was looking at me like I was lost, turned out, and downtrodden. “I mean, you could have combed your hair this morning. Though it’s that good imported hair, you still gotta comb it, bitch.”
He was coming for me, but I had to laugh. Couldn’t help but laugh at Cory’s demeanor. “I’m having a bad day. Shut up.”
“I’m just saying. Can’t be seen around town with the likes of you. I train my hoes better than this!”
Even the waitress had to laugh at Cory as she sat our waters on the table.
“Speaking of hair, what the fuck is up with yours?!”
Before Cory could answer, Lyric spoke up like she couldn’t wait to. “Hello, somebody! I asked him the same thing when he hopped in my car like that shit was normal!”
Cory had, what looked like, about twenty-four inches of hair sewn into a basic off the face wrap. It made him look like a confused Indian.
With a smile, he asked, “You like? It’s Peruvian.”
Mind you, it was descent looking on him. Cory’s disposition was so feminine that one would expect him to wear a weave. But Cory was not ‘bout that drag life! Well, so I thought anyway.
“Since when you start dragging yourself out? And is that High Strung by Mac on your lips?! I been looking for that for weeks!”
Cory was beaming as he replied, “Girl, yea…”
“Don’t encourage this bullshit, Tricey!” Me and Cory dramatically looked at Lyric in phony concern, but she didn’t appreciate our humor. “Cory is letting this man change him, and I don’t like it!”
“But if it makes him happy, so what!”
Lyric spat, “He ain’t happy!”
“Hello, bitches! I am right here, ya’ know?!” Cory dramatically swung his hair as he continued. “Excuse me, Miss Thang, how do you know that I’m not happy?”
“You have never wanted to dress like a girl,” Lyric answered.
“Well, I do now!”
“Only because of Kadeem’s inability to bring his lying ass out of the closet! So not only are you a secret because he’s married, you are also a secret because you are a man. And now, because Kadeem is so damn confused, he got you dressing like a girl to make himself feel like he ain’t gay!”
Cory immediately began to shoot shots as he turned his neck and grabbed air. “Okay and?! So what! We all do stupid shit for the dick we fall for, don’t we?”
That shut Lyric up and it for damn sure shut me up.
“Just be happy for me.” Cory seemed to be pleading with Lyric. I sympathized for him. I could see in his eyes how he desperately wanted to be able to enjoy this man, despite the bullshit.
I couldn’t argue with Cory and wasn’t about to. I fathered my first child with a married man, so who was I to judge? Hell, Lyric had sacrificed many things on many a day for love, so she too knew that she couldn’t say anything.
Therefore, she swallowed her pride and gave into Cory’s wishes. “I just want you to be happy.”
“I am,” Cory promised her with a huge sneaky smile, which told me that something was coming next. “And I will be even happier when I get this spyware installed on his phone.” As he spoke he took a box out of a large Gucci tote that he was carrying. On the box in red letters were the words Spy Cell.
Lyric couldn’t hold back her laughs as she asked, “The hell is that?”
“Cell phone spyware. All I have to do is install it on his phone. Then I will be able to get every text message sent to his phone. If his phone rings, mine will too, and I can listen to his phone calls.”
Lyric was cracking up.
Cory snapped playfully, “This isn’t funny!”
“You claim you so damn happy, but you’re spying on him.”
“I am happy, but something ain’t right. I told you I feel like he is cheating on us, and I ain’t havin’ that!”
I couldn’t help but giggle at his rant as I told him, “Cory, I think the feeling you have is that he is married, beau.”
“No, beau-beau. It’s something else. That’s the point, if he’s married and I know it, then what is there to hide? And he is definitely hiding something. If I know about his wife, why can’t he speak to her openly in front of me? Why does he keep the details of his marriage so secret? I love him to death. I swear I do. It was my choice to fall for his married ass. But married is all that I am willing to put up with. He’s too sneaky around me when there is no need to be.”
“You’re calling him sneaky, but you the motherfucka with the spyware,” Lyric replied. Then me and her giggled uncontrollably.
“You bitches are laughing, but you know you have done it too. You’re happy, but then you get that feeling that something ain’t right. But you’re too scared to find out because you don’t want to feel like you’ve been punched in the stomach. Well, hell, I got that feelin’, but I’m not too scared to catch this nigga. Fool me once, shame on me. There won’t be a twice.”
LYRIC
Marcel and I walked hand in hand into the Starbucks on Michigan Avenue. We were doing some shopping for the Puerto Vallarta trip. It was a perfect day to be downtown. The weather was beautiful, the sun was shining, and I had good news for Marcel.
I was so busy checking Cory that I hadn’t had the opportunity to tell Tricey and Cory earlier that day, but I just had to tell Marcel.
I knew that it would make him happy.
“Guess what, babe.” I spoke with a smile as we took our frappuccinos to a table near the window.
Marcel watched me inquisitively as I looked at him smiling; proud of myself for finally letting my guard down.
“I went to see my father.”
I had. Last night after work, I decided to finally go visit my dad. Ironically, I was going more so to please my man than to see my father; who hadn’t changed one bit. The visit was short; twenty minutes of awkward silence, getting to know you questions, and more awkward silence. Being at someone’s bedside is such an intimate moment. I sat next to him and felt as if I was having the most intimate moment with a complete stranger. He never told me that he loved me or missed me. I didn’t share those sentiments with him either.
Yet, after visiting him, I was glad that I had. He hadn’t been given a life expectancy by the doctor or anything, but my dad was deteriorating before my eyes. I was sure that within the next year or two, my father would no longer be with us.
As I explained all of this to Marcel, the look of happiness and contentment on his face made me so happy. I knew that he was satisfied that I had finally been completely submissive. For the first time in our relationship, I had been disobedient, so I knew that all of this pressure to see my father was actually pressure for Marcel to prove a point; that he was Daddy and that I was going to obey him no matter what.
As we finished our frappuccinos, left Starbucks and headed towards the Water Tower, I could see that his demeanor had completely changed. He was in
a good mood before, but now he seemed to be beaming and there was an extra pep in his step.
I was glad that I was the person that put that happiness in him.
“Why are we going in here?”
Guiding me by the hand, Marcel detoured into Cartier.
Now, I was the one looking at Marcel’s smile inquisitively as I slowly followed him into the store.
He encouraged me to follow his lead with a smile. “Come on.”
My heart began to beat frantically as we walked towards the bracelets. Marcel knew that I had been eyeing this Love bracelet for months. It was an eighteen caret pink gold bangle with two yellow and two pink sapphires, two green and two orange garnets, and two amethysts. It was so beautiful, colorful, and dainty, but it was also eight thousand dollars; what I could never afford to spend on anything that wasn’t a car or house and broken down into installments.
As he told the salesmen to take it out of the display and let me try it on, I squealed and danced around in place.
“Marcel, really?! Don’t play with me!”
He pulled me closer to him, grabbed me around the waist, and kissed me softly. “You were a good girl today. I’m proud of you. You deserve it.”
I asked him in a whisper. “But how can you afford it, baby? It’s almost ten thousand dollars.”
“Don’t worry about it. Daddy will take care of it. As long as my baby girl is happy. You’re happy, right?”
“Yes!”
Smoothly and seductively, he whispered into my ear, “Yes, what?”
And I purred, “Yes, Daddy.”
STAR
Business was picking up and I couldn’t have been happier. Though I had a few clients that I wanted to forget about, I was preparing for my third private show this week.
That’s how things work in escorting. Usually things are slow for the first few weeks, but if your services and prices are good, word spreads about you.
Just as I was finishing the final touches of my makeup, there was a knock at the door. I didn’t know what to expect of this client since we made this appointment via email and he only text messaged me with the details of today’s arrangements.
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