by Rose Marie
“You don’t own her so you can’t just-“ I stood up and pushing my chair back getting in his face.
“Says fucking who?” I asked him with my fist balled up. He stood up returning the favor not scared at all.
“Sounds like an abuse of power to me.”
“I’m not doing anything MY Princess isn’t allowing me to do.” Looking into his eyes, I see what this is about and relax my fist. “Jealous?” He glared at me, frowning then all of a sudden deflates.
“Very.” I can’t help but burst out laughing at that and sit back next to him.
“I knew it! You've been trying to find your own Princess but you mad because you keep getting stuck with these independent bitches huh?” I asked.
“Fuck man! Why do they got to be bitches? I prefer to call them uncontrollable women. Seriously, it’s been a few months since I’ve known about you both, and I do think you’re drunk with power. From what I read, online you’re supposed to treat your sub with care, but I have to say this: you’re selfish and a complete ass to Layla.” I shrugged just as the bell rang. We got up to go but noticed everyone staring at us.
“You’re only saying that because you don’t understand. Layla doesn’t care what I do,” I counter to his claim. He shook his head frowning.
“No, I think it’s you who doesn’t understand. From what I read… and I’ve read a whole hell of a lot, it’s the Submissive who has the control and not the Dominant because with them essentially giving you control, that’s them controlling your desires. Think about it man, what have you really given Layla but a pack of fucking lies? You don’t think she’ll leave it you don’t get your act together?”
We were at my my car now, so I take off my bag and throw it in.
“Anyway, why are you busting my chops all a sudden?”
“I’m not, I’m just telling you that you’re going about this wrong. You’ll run her off if you keep being cocky like this.” I could only laugh at his silly and ignorant statement. He was only saying that because he’s jealous of what I had.
“Yeah, whatever man,” I say, looking at the cheerleaders that were giggling and coming our way. The cheer captain and most popular girl in the school, Greenly, stood in front of me batting her pretty eyelashes and looking good as hell.
“Hi Josh. Hi Aaron!”
“Sup Greenly,” I call back, but Aaron only nods seemly uninterested.
“Oh, nothing much, other than wanting to invite you both to pool party at my house tonight.”
It was Wednesday, an odd day to have a party, but it was summer time and school was out. I didn’t have anything to do until I left for my grandparent’s house next week and seeing my Princess is out of the question because she’s not out for the summer until next week when I leave. To add insult to injury, she’s on punishment and her mom had confiscated everything when I brought her home too late one night.
“Your place?” I looked her up and down, biting my lip. When she nodded in confirmation, I shrug. I’m down for anything. “Sure, why not? I'm not doing anything.” I look over to Aaron who's watching me with narrowed eyes. “What?”
“Nothing… I’m just wondering if you’re sure you want to go.” Very subtle Aaron. Very subtle.
“Yeah I want to go. I'm good on my end.” Aaron needed to relax. Just because I look doesn’t mean I’ll touch.
“Yay, I'm so glad! I'll see you two tonight then.” She and her friends walked off giggling, and I lick my lips. Greenly had more ass than the average white girl at this school. It was nice watching her walk away with her tiny little skirt on.
“Josh, do you think you should go tonight? You seem a little too interested in Greenly. Everyone already thinks you two will be together senior year. I think she’s trying to make you her next target. I think you should cancel. Won't your girl be upset if you cheat?”
“Of course she'll be mad if I cheat on her. She has feelings. Honestly, I think if I did she'd leave me. She's given so much of herself to me that I don't think we could survive something like that,” I said, taking my eyes off Greenly. “But being in this type of relationship is about trust. I won’t do something stupid like that. As good as Greenly look she’s not worth me losing my girl.”
“Then don't go. You’re playing with fire. You could do something you’ll regret.”
“I'd never do that to my Little One.”
“If you say so, but I'm just letting you know. My instincts tell me Greenly is up to something. I'll go and be your back up and try to keep you out of trouble.”
“You don't have to man. I'd never do my Princess like that, she's my life. For real, I might look at Greenly or some other chick, but Princess owns me just as much as I own her.”
“Alright, I guess I'll see you in about an hour.” He shook his head and got in his car driving off.
When I got home, I noticed that my parents weren’t there, so I just went up to my room to relax until the party tonight. My dad’s been gone a lot and mom's been more bitchy than normal, but she stayed out of my hair so I didn't care. I checked my other phone and see that my Princess sent me a text saying she missed me. Quickly, I reply telling her that I loved and missed her too.
After a nap and a long shower, I change into something comfortable for a pool party. In my pocket is my main phone, and I leave the one I shared with Layla home. It doesn’t take any time to get to Greenly’s house because she lived right up the street from me, but I still had to drive because it was a thirty-minute walk. I get out my car, saying hi to the people chillin’ in the front of the house. Wasting no time, I go into the house swaying with the music and instantly spot Greenly, who was looking right in an all-black bikini swimsuit that was entirely too small.
When she sees me, she comes over to me right away, putting her arms around my neck. Ready to have some summer fun, I wrap my arms around her and start to dance. Her friends brought me a beer and I chugged it down, already having a good time. Hell yeah! Aaron doesn’t know what he’s missing.
*Eight hours later*
I need to get out of here. I was sweating and I couldn’t see properly. I stumbled up the stairs to an empty room and sat there trying to find my phone. After I successfully pull it from my jeans, I wipe my eyes, trying to focus but failing miserably. I was nauseous and dizzy as I scrolled through my contacts for Aaron’s name, and I damn near pass out twice. Shit, I groan and layback on the bed feeling exhausted. I’m so drunk I must have passed over Aaron’s name six times. I sit up, realizing why I couldn’t find his name: it’s at the top of my contact list under ‘A’ duh! I pressed his name to call him.
“You've reached the voicemail of Aaron Young-“ I hang up, and try again, and again, and again. Nothing. Fuck! I go to my messages and do my best to type out a text.
Josh: cbonme gethtd meees. Wastebd. Nooooo droved!
When I press send, I smile feeling accomplished. I did it! Aaron will be here soon! With that weight lifted off my shoulders, I fall back onto the bed and pass out.
~*~
Motherfucker, my head is killing me. I try to open my eyes but they’re sealed shut. Ugh . I raise my hand with a considerable amount of effort and wipe the sleep from my eyes.
Eww! Eye crust. Once I get my eyes open, I’m assaulted with everything that’s wrong with me all at once. My body felt weighed down by bricks, my head felt as if it’s being stood upon by a seven-ton elephant and… oh God is that my breath? I sit up in bed, groaning at the sunlight filtering through the windows. My eyes were blurry, so I wipe them some more. I reach for my nightstand and try to pick up my phone to call Yaya so she can make me a light soup for breakfast. I’m surprised when l feel not my nightstand, but a body.
I frown as I look, down wondering if I was so drunk I fucked up and crawled through Layla’s window, but right away my heart sinks into my stomach and all ailments cease to exist. Oh no! Oh shit! No no no no no! Where are my clothes? I move frantically, hopping out of the bed where Greenly was laying naked. What the fuck! What the f
uck! I searched the room and pick up my clothes. When I see my jeans, I grab them ready to throw them on, and nearly doubled over about to cry when I see whats laying all over the room. Condoms! They were everywhere.
Used! What the fuck did I do? Layla’s going to kill me.
“Shit shit shit!” I stuff my leg in my pants commando style and pick up the rest of my things, muttering about my stupidity. Shirt? Check. Boxers? Fuck ‘em. Phone? I look around and see it at the foot of the bed on the floor. Dead, but Check. Wallet? Check. Keys? I feel around my person and start to panic when I can’t feel my keys. Why the hell didn’t I listen to Aaron? Why didn’t I stay at home? Fuck me, I’m about to cry. I wipe the tears from my eyes and look under the bed, side stepping the soggy used condoms.
“Looking for these?” A sleep filled voice asked me from the bed. When I look up, I curl my lip at Greenly lying there smirking.
“Did we have sex last night?” I knew I was in a room full of used condoms, but I was hoping that they weren’t mine.
“Sure did, DADDY.” My heart felt like it would cease to beat and my lungs collapse. In a state of disbelief, I grab my chest, staggering back some as if she’d shot me. What have I done?
“In fact, you promised me more this morning. Come here Daddy.” Sneering I snatch my keys from her shaking.
“The fuck I will! And stop calling me that.”
“But you’re the one who asked me to call you that.” Huh?
“Like hell I would.” She frowns, puffing her chest out pretending to be upset.
“I’m serious. You called me your Princess and everything.“ Still watching her skeptically, she huffs, grabbing her phone from the night stand tapping on it. When she holds out the phone I reluctantly take it, but as soon as I look at the screen and press place I go pale.
“Awww yeah, Princess, you’re sucking Daddy’s cock so good. Put some more neck into it. You always go deeper than that.”
“Okay, Josh.” She moaned through the speaker.
“Josh? No, Princess it’s Daddy. Come here I'm going to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours.” I watch in horror as I slide into her and make a curious face. “Damn Lay! We gotta put you on a kegel regimen or something, you’re not feeling so tight. Are you sick Princess?”
“What?! Josh that's mean!” Greenly said but I was already fucking her by then.
“See I told you.” She got out of bed and tried to hug me, but I pushed her out of the way, running out of her room. When I got to my car, I laid my head on the steering wheel, damn near hyperventilating. “Fuck! How am I this much a fuck up?” I scream, banging my hand against the steering wheel.
We just fucking made up. Things are good between her and I… here I go fucking everything up. How can I tell her? I start my car and drive home going well above the speed limit. When I get there I pass by my mom who’s pacing the floor and screaming at the top of her lungs, asking me where I was last night. Upstairs in my room, I waste no time as I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth. Afterwards I shower, wanting the whole day washed away from me. Back In my room, I sat on the bed in a state of panic, unable to take my mind off of MY Princess. She’s going to leave me. There was no way she'd still be with me after I accused her of cheating and broke up with her. No fucking way.
Maybe I don’t have to tell her though. She'll never know if I don’t tell her. It’s not lying, it’s just omitting the truth. Two hours later, I'm still toying with the notion of whether or not I should tell her when I remember that my phone is dead and I never checked my other phone for messages from her. Plugging my dead phone in I go check if Layla messaged me, but just as I was about to get up both phones start going off. In panic mode, I grab my phone for Layla and walk over to the other to see both Aaron and Layla are calling.
“Fuck.” Deciding to go with the easiest conversation of the two, I answered Aaron’s call. “Hello?”
“Dude where the fuck are you?! I came to the fucking party last night and you weren't there! Now there's a video floating around with you fucking Greenly! JOSH WHAT THE FUCK?!” Now the panic sets in.
“W-what?” I stammer in disbelief.
“Yeah, you heard me! What the fuck did you do?! Never mind, don’t answer that. I know EXACTLY what you did. What I want to know is WHY did you do it? You said you loved your girl, and you cheat on her with a whore like Greenly of all people? Come on bro, She’s for everybody, she's a fucking pass around, whereas Layla is yours.” He spoke sounding disappointed.
“I was drunk, and I thought I was with Layla. I didn't know. You saw the video. I thought it was my Princess” I repeat trying to convince myself that I’m innocent as I run my hands through my hair in frustration.
“Lame excuse Josh, considering you know you shouldn’t have went to that party anyway. If that had been Layla, you’d feel beyond betrayed...” He’s right. Just the thought of My Princess doing what I did made my stomach hurt. “When are you going to tell her?” He asked, and I stiffened.
“I'm not.”
“What? Josh man come on.” He groaned. “Don't be an ass. You have to tell her.”
“I don't.”
“You do. I told you not to go to that party you didn't listen. It’s your responsibility to own up to your actions.” He said.
“You said you'd back me.” I tell him, getting angry and desperate as I see Layla call for the third time.
“I did say that, but I couldn't come right away because my dad had an event. I text you and let you know. You were probably too damn drunk and up Greenly’s ass to have seen it. I came as soon as I was done. Besides your old enough to know fucking better. Don't blame your fuck up on me.”
“FUCK YOU!” I tell,
feeling like the world was crashing down right before my eyes.
“NO FUCK YOU! YOU SELFISH, FUCKING CHILD! Man the fuck up and own up to your mistake! And one more piece of advice for your ass: if she does decide to forgive you, make sure you fucking grovel and humble yourself because, without her, I doubt your ego would be as inflated.” With those wise and very true parting words, he hung up in my face. I drop my phone on the dresser, feeling like a jackass, mainly because I had no counter-attack to his verbal ass whopping.
I have to tell her. With shaky hands I pick up the phone that had stopped ringing and had instead chimed with a text massage. For her to be trying to contact me this much she must have some free time away from her mom. This is the first time in the months we’ve been dating I wish she’d listen to her mom and NOT sneak out to see me. I open up her messages
Princess: Mom is leaving tonight I want to see you!
Daddy: Not tonight Princess.
Princess: But Daddy! We won't get to spend much time together this summer, please.
Daddy: IDK I have a lot going on right now.
Princess:…I understand. I just miss you. Don’t you miss me?
Daddy: More than you fucking know Princess. I love you, and I always miss you.
Princess: Then, in that case, I’ll see you in an hour. Btw, I love you too.
I sit there for ten minutes trying to reason with myself and do the right thing by my girl. When I conclude that I couldn’t live with myself if I kept this lie up, I decide to put my faith in her love for me. Layla forgives for everything; she'll understand that last night was a one-off mistake.
The long drive to her house seemed extremely short today. When I pulled up, I nod to Sean who was with some white girl and a black girl who had skin even darker than Layla’s talking on the stairs. When he lifts his hand and told me to come over, I reluctantly get out and go over to him.
“What’s up Sean?” He smirked grabbing the white girl pulling her into his arms.
“Nothing much. I just wanted to introduce you to my girl Diana and her best friend Tracy. I smile their way, instantly noting Tracy and Diana aren’t from here. They were wearing top designer clothes and had a sophisticated air about them. Not that my girl didn’t, but she was more rough around the edges. She had some goo
d to her whereas Tracy who was black looked to have been brought up like I was.
“How are you ladies? Nice to meet you.” Diana’s eyes went round when she saw me. Tracy made a face and held out her hand, squinting her eyes some.
“Nice to meet you as well.”
“You here to see Layla?... Oh yeah D this is the guy I was telling you Layla’s seeing. Diana and Tracy are cool with Layla. They go to that all girls school over there in that rich part of town.” My heart stopped at that, realizing why they made that face. They probably saw the video circulating with Greenly and I.
“You’re dating Layla huh? Since when?” I swallow, feeling heat creep up my neck knowing they definitely seen the video… how far had it spread? Is it online?
“L-Layla and I have been dating a couple months now. Uhm… I love her.” Tracy curled her lip and rolled her eyes.
“Tracy, stop it.” Diana playfully slapped her thigh with a pop.
“Layla’s our friend and I don’t want to see her hurt.”
“I know, but-“ Diana stood up and pulled away from Sean seriously.
“I know. I’ll stay out of it. I have to go anyway. Willow, Audrey, and my Aunt Adriana are coming over our house today, and you know how my mom gets when Audrey and my aunt come over.”
“Ugh, are they still acting like that with Willow?” Tracy turned her eyes off me and rolled them.
“In a black family of colorists like mine, my cousin Willow and I will never belong. That’s why I can’t wait for senior year to come and go. Anyway, I’ll see you guys later. I have to go. It was cool seeing you again Sean, take care of my best friend.” She turned her eyes back to me with a look that said it was definitely not a pleasure to meet me. Diana turned to me with sympathetic eyes.
“She’s actually really nice it’s just…”
“JOSH!” I feel someone jump on my back, cutting off Diana’s explanation. My stomach tightened into knots as I pull her off my and kiss her sweet lips.
“Hey Princess.”
“Hey Daddy. I missed you!” She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me again.