by Tysha Jordyn
“Girl, you know damn well you don’t want me to—”
“Get the fuck out, NOW!” Roxy yelled as she threw each of the three remotes at him, one after the other. Missing Robb, each one crashed against the wall, coming to rest at his feet in splintered pieces.
“You fuckin’ crazy, girl, you know that?”
“Ain’t shit crazy about me but the fact that I fuck with yo triflin’ ass!” Now on her feet, she sped to the closet, snatched his things off the hangers, made her way to the window, and started hurling each piece out onto her lawn.
“Yo, what the fuck you doin’? Why you gotta be so fuckin’ dramatic? Shit!”
Ignoring his protests, Roxy made two more trips to the closet, grabbing his shoes on the last run.
“Ay girl, if you throw my fuckin’ J’s out the window, YOU gonna be the next fuckin’ thing goin out!”
“Nigga, I wish you WOULD put yo fuckin’ hands on me, I-”
“You ain’t gonna do shit, bitch!” Robb’s face was twisted into an almost animalistic grimace.
That last word made Roxy do a complete 180. She spun around so quickly she became dizzy for a brief second. “Bitch?! Who the fuck you callin’ a bitch? You done lost ya fuckin’ mind now, callin’ me a bitch in MY muthafuckin’ house where YOU don’t pay shit! I tell you what, Imma show you a BITCH. You got 10 seconds to GET THE FUCK OUT of my house before I start bustin’ up in here – since I’m a BITCH!”
“Look, girl, calm the fuck do–” Robb stopped mid-sentence as Roxy made her way to her side of the bed and reached into the top drawer of the nightstand. “Aight, damn, I’m gone!”
Robb snatched up some gym clothes and dressed as he stomped downstairs. Grabbing his keys off the counter, he stormed out the door. His engine revving a direct reflection of his anger, he peeled out of Roxy’s driveway just as Roxy raised her .380 to take his rear window out.
Still steaming from Robb’s nerve to call her a bitch, Roxy snatched up her phone, desperately in need of something to take her mind off her drama.
ROXY: cn u get away? need u
BAE: Nah, not rite now, wzup?
ROXY: find a way, I need u like ASAP
BAE: damn, dnt know if I can
ROXY: FIND A WAY DAMMIT
Fifteen minutes passed and Roxy sat cross-legged on her chaise, leg bouncing from a mix of frustration, rage, and impatience. Still no response. She didn’t know if she was mad that she was being ignored, or mad because she knew she would give in when Robb came crawling back bearing presents and slangin’ some bomb ass make-up dick.
**********
A stomach bug going around the building left Braelyn’s floor eerily quiet for a Tuesday morning. The silence gave way to her spine-tingling daydreams of Sevaughn. “Damn, she does my body so good,” Braelyn mused, biting her bottom lip as she relived their last session in her head. No denying it, she’d been hooked since their first tryst in her back seat. NEVER had Kai made her cum like that, but she felt bad for even comparing the two women. Kai was good to her soul, made her feel like the prettiest girl in the world, and was so gentle and compassionate—the kind of stud every femme dreamed of falling into bed with.
But Sevaughn was…different. Sevaughn’s touch had awakened something deep down in Braelyn that she never even knew existed. Where Kai made her feel pretty, Sevaughn made her feel sexy, made her want to be spontaneous and try new things, made her feel…alive.
Deep in the throes of her inner battle, she hadn’t noticed Roxy appear in her doorway, although that was partly because Roxy wasn’t her normal picture of perfection.
“Hey boo, what are you doing here? And what’s wrong?”
“Hey, girl. Nothing, been a long week. Got a minute?” Roxy asked, too wound up to sit down.
“Yeah, sure, lemme close the door real quick.”
“So, you haven’t answered my calls all week, what’s up with that?” Roxy got right to the point.
“Aww my bad; work’s been crazy, and I’ve just had so many other things going on. You got my texts though, right?”
“Yeah, I got your texts Brae, but I needed to TALK, that’s why I called,” Roxy’s face wore her irritation, and she made no efforts to disguise it.
“Uhh okay…well you’re here now, so let’s talk.”
“I don’t like this, Brae. I don’t know what you do or don’t have going on with this chick, but I don’t like what it’s doing to you,” Roxy exhaled.
“What do you mean? I’m the same person I’ve always been, Roxy—really.”
“Are you fucking her?”
Shit, Braelyn thought. “What? Roxy—”
“Girl, don’t bullshit me. Are you fucking her?” Braelyn’s hesitation betrayed her secret. “Damn Braelyn, really? This isn’t even you!”
“Roxy, look, I don’t need you judging me. I feel bad enough.”
“I’m not judging you, that’s not why I came here.”
“Well it sure sounds like it. So why did you come here?”
“Really? I need a reason? Wow, I thought we were better than that. I just needed to talk is all, and you’ve been MIA lately, so I knew I could catch you here.”
“You keep saying you need to talk, so what’s up?”
“It’s Robb…I haven’t seen him in weeks, we had a REAL bad fight and I haven’t seen him since.”
“Bad? Like HOW bad?”
“Bad like I pulled out on him.”
“Shit. Please tell me you weren’t shooting shit up out in that bougie ass neighborhood you live in.”
“No, but I came close. I’m just so tired of his shit, Brae. Tired of him fuckin’ around on me, tired of his lies—just tired.”
“Roxy, you don’t have to deal with the shit. I still don’t understand why you’re so stuck on him.”
“I know it’s twisted, but I love him, girl.”
“Well, he doesn’t love you like you love him, so it’s like a lopsided cake, girl. It just ain’t right.”
“Cake, huh?” Roxy briefly chuckled.
“Yeah, cake, and this sad weepy shit ain’t even your style, so we need to change that.”
“Do you love Kai?”
“What? Of course I do!”
“So why are you fuckin’ dread head then?”
“Roxy, I don’t know. I mean...it’s not just black and white.”
“Clearly. Well, what’s your plan?”
“Huh? Plan?”
“See, this is why you don’t need to cheat, because you don’t even know how to play the game. You GOTTA have a plan, cuz shit can go left and blow up at any given moment. You gotta be able to keep ya game face on and do business as usual.”
“And you said all that to say what? Cuz damn, you killin’ me with this damn lecture.”
“Fine, do it your way, but if you don’t have a PLAN, you’re gonna get caught up. But anyway, is it good?”
Braelyn’s face instantly wore a Kool-Aid smile.
“Damn, it’s that good?”
“Roxy, I can’t even...damn!” Braelyn’s rush of lust left her tongue-tied.
“Well damn, if the shit got you twisted like that, maybe I need to find me a chick!”
“Girl, you ain’t hardly down for that, stop playin’,” Braelyn grinned.
They chatted the afternoon away. Opting to close down early, Braelyn gathered her things and headed to the parking garage as Roxy shared her over-the-top tale of her latest yard decorating.
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Parked across the street, the stranger in the black SUV watched Braelyn’s car exit the parking garage, closely followed by Roxy’s red Tesla. Allowing a few cars to merge behind the Tesla, the stranger eased into traffic, staying two cars behind. Distracted by an incoming text, the stranger nearly missed Braelyn’s quick lane change as she signaled her intent to take the next off-ramp. The stranger maneuvered and followed Braelyn’s exit. Now just a single car behind, the stranger trailed the 760Li a few more miles as it cruised down the access road, eased p
ast the edge of town, and turned into a new construction subdivision. Given the quiet neighborhood, the stranger dropped speed and allowed more distance to avoid catching Braelyn’s attention. After a few turns, Braelyn’s car hung a hard right into a long driveway.
The stranger eased past the driveway, whipped a U-turn, and pulled into the driveway a few houses down on the opposite side of the street. Killing the headlights, the stranger snatched up a camera and brought the lens into focus just in time to see Braelyn bounce up the stairs to her front door. Watching her fumble to retrieve her keys from her purse, the stranger observed the front door ease open as a curly-haired chick with a slim build greeted Braelyn with a smile, hug, and a deep, passionate kiss.
“A wifey at home? Shit just got real,” the stranger muttered, a malicious smile now taking shape.
Chapter Six
BAE: meet me @ condo in 30
ROXY: I get 2 hv u all nite?
BAE: mite b able 2 swing it
ROXY: k mite need an hr, not alone 2nite
BAE: told u im not sharin u wit dat nigga
ROXY: not what u think, expln l8r, c u in a bit
Never one to be able to say no to good dick, Roxy caved when Robb came crawling back with some bullshit confession about having a sex addiction – had to be the most outrageous lie he’d told thus far. She knew he was full of shit, but with her Plan B not having time to get away for almost a week, she was long overdue for a good fuck, so Robb would just have to do for now. She laughed to herself for a few seconds as she thought of how Braelyn teased her about the real reason she refused to drop Robb’s ass – he was her emergency dick in a glass.
Robb was waiting for her when she came home from work one day. Knowing Roxy like the back of his hand, he knew that all he had to do was give things a few days to blow over, and he’d be able to ease his way back into her bed. After a few days of wearing her down, Roxy finally relented and allowed him to come by to talk. They’d spent all of 5 minutes talking before Robb had her bent over the kitchen island as he screwed her so viciously he swore he felt her tonsils with the tip of his dick.
Hoping her Plan B would want to meet up later, Roxy’d been sure to lace Robb’s dinner with a few Ambien. Just when she saw his eyes getting heavy, she made her move, trading her grilled kabobs for his dick. Twirling her tongue ring along his shaft, she vacuum-sucked him to the brink of orgasm, but stopped just short of his explosion. He played right into her hands, pleading for her to finish the job.
Following her upstairs, Robb now lay spread eagle on her bed. Pantiless when he’d arrived, Roxy saved herself a step as she peeled his pants off, rolled a Magnum onto his thickness, and lowered herself onto his erection, now throbbing and aching for a release. Locking her legs around his, Roxy began a slow ride, taking control of the stroke to keep Robb from going too deep. Knowing he’d beg for more, she sped up, loosened her leg grip, and allowed Robb to take control and pound all 9 inches up inside of her as far as he could go. Fighting to restrain her own orgasm, she locked her grip once again, took control, and slowed the pace. She contracted her ultra-tight Kegels in quick succession, sending Robb over the edge. Grabbing her waist, Robb hijacked control of the stroke. His orgasm imminent, he tightened his grip on Roxy’s hips and rammed his dick so deep into her walls that she had to grip the headboard for leverage. His destination reached, Robb exploded, his warm liquid filling the latex barrier separating their flesh. The Ambien and orgasm combination proved to be too much for him, and just as Roxy planned, Robb was passed out and snoring less than 5 minutes later.
Not wanting to chance his waking prematurely, Roxy tiptoed downstairs, showered in the guest room, and grabbed a jogging suit from the armoire. She’d left her car parked in the driveway earlier, so there was no chance of the garage door disturbing Robb’s slumber. Safely on the other side of her gated community’s fortress, she made her way to the highway, zipped into traffic, and headed to her Plan B’s hideaway, anxious to finally get her fix of the touch and stroke that her body craved unceasingly. Sure, she fit Robb’s length like a glove to a hand, but her Plan B fucked her to her core, and she was addicted with no rehab in sight.
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Day gave way to nightfall as Braelyn and Sevaughn sat on the terrace of the loft that had become their hideaway. Gazing out over the illuminated skyline, reality seemed a world away. A breeze dancing past her nose, Braelyn’s nostrils filled with Sevaughn’s scent, still fresh on her skin from their afternoon spent intertwined between 1800 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets.
Sevaughn’s spell over Braelyn had grown quite deep, so much so that Braelyn’s perfect attendance at work was ruined more frequently as she opted to steal away with Sevaughn, giving her work obligations only a cursory thought.
“Deep in thought?” Sevaughn interrupted Braelyn’s mentally whimsical journey.
“Something like that,” she sighed.
“Thinking about wifey?”
“No, and I wish you wouldn’t use that word,” Braelyn snapped, suddenly irritated.
“Chill out, ma…but that IS what she is, right?” Sevaughn reaffirmed.
“She’s not my wife…anyway, let’s change the subject,” Braelyn countered, all the while thinking of the irony of become defensive of her lover’s discussion of her fiancé.
“So tell me something,” Sevaughn inquired, appeasing Braelyn’s request to switch gears.
“Shoot it.”
“What do you want from me, from this?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what is the end result of this? Where do you want to, or not want to see it end up?”
“You always seem so interested in what I want…maybe I should question what you want.”
“Ahh, I’ve been waiting for that question,” Sevaughn coolly retorted, raising the hookah hose to her lips, “but I need to know where you want this to go before I answer that.”
“You can’t answer a question with a question,” Braelyn giggled, playfully running her bare foot up and down Sevaughn’s outstretched leg.
“You’re right, and technically, my question was first.”
“Damn, okay, well…I mean, I don’t know, I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
“Ma, understand this, you always have to think ahead, always have to be prepared to make your next move at a moment’s notice.”
“You know, I think you’re secretly some kind of underground crime boss or some shit, because you talk like a straight up hustler…but not a dope boy type…like you’re behind the scenes moving some major weight…”
“Tell you what, you answer my question and I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me,” Sevaughn responded, intent on making Braelyn verbalize what she already knew to be true.
“Okay, so what do I want...”
“Let me ask you this, if you woke up tomorrow and I had vanished, and you’d never feel me again, how would that leave you feeling?” Sevaughn questioned, momentarily shocking Braelyn into silence.
“Umm, wow…I never…I mean…”
“Damn ma, look—it’s just you and me here. You don’t have to dance around what you’re feeling, spit it out.”
“That can’t happen...you can’t vanish...because I need you.” The words left her mouth before she realized the impact of what she was saying.
“So you want me to stay around…how would you feel if I juggled you on Mondays and Wednesdays and someone else the other days?” Sevaughn pressed her further, not completely satisfied with her answer.
Braelyn’s body language instantly shifted as she became visibly bothered by the thought of Sevaughn freaking another woman down. “Well, I mean, I don’t want that, but what can I do about that?”
“Simple. When you don’t want to share something, you usually lay claim to it, right?” Sevaughn led Braelyn’s thoughts to a pre-determined conclusion.
“Sevaughn, you know my situation. I mean, it’s not that easy. Plus, how do I know you want to be claimed?”
“Your situation isn’t as hard as you make it out to be…and you won’t know until you ask.”
“Well, do you want to be claimed?”
“Depends – do you really want to end your situation? Because I get the feeling you’re not quite ready to let her go and if that’s true, then my wanting or not wanting to be claimed is a nonfactor for you.”
“I can’t just up and leave, Sevaughn. We talked about this.”
“We did talk about this…but don’t you think it’s fair that I know where this is going?”
“Damn, Sevaughn…I need some time,” Braelyn quipped, her crossed arms and furrowed brow signaling her desire to end the conversation.
“Hold on, ma, don’t shut down. I just want to make sure I understand what you want so I know how much of myself to give you.”
Braelyn paused for a second, realizing how she’d just jumped into things with Sevaughn without much thought. “Okay, I know this sound greedy, but I’m in a situation that I can’t end, yet I don’t want to lose you.”
“That’s a bit selfish, though, don’t you think? And what is keeping you from leaving your situation?” Sevaughn replied.
“I just can’t, you can’t just drop someone with no reason. It’s just not right. I don’t want to hurt her.”
“I understand. So you want things to stay how they are, where they are, nothing more?”
“I don’t know what I want, Sevaughn…” Braelyn whimpered, dropping her head to conceal the tears that sprouted at the corners of her eyes.
“Come here, ma. Don’t cry,” Sevaughn offered as she slid closer to Braelyn on the oversized chair, closing all distance between them. Lifting Braelyn’s chin, she kissed her lips and wiped a stray tear from her cheek.
“I just need to know how you feel about me ma, that’s all. I just have to know where this is going. I’m not going anywhere, but I just gotta know…”