I Should've Cheated

by Tysha Jordyn

  Unwilling to admit her true feelings to either of them, Braelyn drew Sevaughn into a deep kiss, hoping round two of their tryst would buy more time to avoid Sevaughn’s interrogation. Sevaughn caressed Braelyn’s back, ran her hands up Braelyn’s arms, across her shoulders, gripped control of the back of her neck, and pushed her deeper into their kiss. She lowered her hands to Braelyn’s waist; using her right arm to get a good grip on Braelyn’s body, she used the left to lift their combined weight from the chair, traded places, and laid Braelyn back into the chair. Dropping to her knees, Sevaughn leaned in, never breaking their kiss. Both hands free, Sevaughn draped Braelyn’s legs on each arm of the chair and slid a hand up each thigh, their meeting place moist with anticipation. Sliding one finger in, then two, Sevaughn teased Braelyn’s walls as she devoured her mouth, willing her to scream her name to the purple hazed skyline which was now their audience. Sevaughn’s interrogation becoming a distant memory, Braelyn writhed with pleasure as her body once again willed itself to Sevaughn’s spell.

  Deep inside, the real answer to Sevaughn’s questioned gnawed at Braelyn, and she wondered how much longer she’d be able to fight the emotional tug of war she found herself squarely in the middle of.

  Chapter Seven

  SLIMM: I’m sure, tk it 3x

  ROBB: …damn…

  SLIMM: ur not happy?

  ROBB: shocked…

  SLIMM: y r u shocked? told u 2 pull out

  SLIMM: so wat r we gonna do?

  ROBB: u know im not rdy 4 a baby!

  SLIMM: wat r u sayin?!

  ROBB: I mean, u know I got u on the $$ for the clinic

  SLIMM: r u serious fkn bastard?!

  ROBB: cum on ma, how tf u gonna keep it? wat u gonna tell ur man?

  SLIMM: Robb, u knw ily, this is a sign…

  ROBB: huh?

  SLIMM: y cnt u jus lv her, we can b a family

  ROBB: look, I’ll get @ u, need 2 think

  Damn, Robb had made the ultimate fuck up and gotten one of his many side chicks pregnant. His phone buzzing nonstop had woken him out of a dead sleep, so on top of the bomb ol’ girl had just dropped, he struggled to get his bearings together and remember where he was. The last thing he remembered was eating dinner with Roxy, and now she was nowhere to be found. He reached for his phone and read the time on the screen as 3:22am. Naked from the waist down, he figured he’d messed around with Roxy although she was ghost at that moment.

  Sitting on the edge of the bed long enough to clear his head, Robb retrieved his boxers from the pile Roxy had left, slid them on, and headed downstairs to find Roxy. He walked through the kitchen, den, living room, study, extra bedroom, and still no Roxy. He called her name a few times—no response. Peeking in the garage, he found no sign of her car. Trudging back up the stairs, he made his way through each of the other two bedrooms, but still no Roxy. Where the fuck is SHE at in the middle of the night, he thought to himself.

  Heading back to the master bedroom, he snatched his phone up and scrolled to Roxy’s name.

  ROBB: where r u

  Ten minutes passed with no response.

  ROBB: where tf r u @ 4am? bet no be laid up w/no fkn nigga!

  Ten more minutes, and still no response. “Man, this bitch gon’ make me fuck her up,” Robb said to himself, still too groggy to really be as angry as he wanted.

  **********

  “Mmm girl, you suckin’ on that like you want more,” Plan B whispered at Roxy’s tongue caressing.

  “More…and more…and more…and more…can you handle that?”

  “Come find out,” Plan B teased, rolling over to face Roxy.

  Just then, Roxy’s phone began to jingle Trey Songz’ “Y.A.S.” Ignoring it, Roxy resumed her descent toward Plan B’s lips. The phone jingled again, stopped, and 5 seconds passed before it jingled again.

  “That nigga don’t get the message?” Plan B half-questioned, face wearing a mild irritation at the intrusion.

  “He’s just probably trying to find his keys or something,” Roxy offered as she silently racked her brain trying to figure out how he could possibly be awake so soon.

  “I don’t care what he’s looking for, your time with me is MY time,” Plan B affirmed.

  “Says the person who plays me to the left half the time because they can’t escape from wifey.”

  “Chill, you knew how shit was from jump, so don’t even go there.”

  “I’m just saying, I have to sit on pause and wait until you’re able to get out, so I don’t see how you can even trip off Robb calling me,” Roxy pouted.

  “Oh I’m not trippin’. I’m just lettin’ you know, this is MY time so handle that, or I can find some other way to spend my time,” Plan B ordered.

  Roxy let out a long sigh, powered her phone down, and rejoined Plan B in bed. “Better?”

  “Much,” Plan B smiled, gripped Roxy’s chin, and pulled her in for a kiss while stroking her arm. Legs intertwined, Plan B’s hands glided up Roxy’s thigh and came to rest on her ass.

  “God, I could stay like this forever,” Roxy exhaled.

  “Soon ma, real soon. But until then, I need my dessert.”

  Indulging Plan B’s cue, Roxy leaned in for another kiss, her hands skating up KC’s chest. KC rolled over, now face up, and pulled Roxy on top into a straddled position. Roxy leaned in and brought herself face-to-face with Plan B. Starting at Roxy’s chin, Plan B planted a trail of kisses down her neck, chest, and alternated nursing each nipple, tugging extra hard on the right as Roxy’s moans grew louder.

  Her midsection now the object of Plan B’s lips, Roxy slid her body farther north as Plan B’s lips met her navel, teased her piercing, and continued their journey south. Just inches from their destination, Plan B’s lips were supplemented by teeth as they lashed Roxy’s inner thigh with nibbles. Pushing past the initial tickle to savor the pleasurable pain, Roxy squirmed as she longed to feel Plan B’s tongue part her lower lips. Eager to oblige, Plan B lifted Roxy’s hips, seating her right on top of a bed of lingual thirst.

  Her center trickle in progress, Roxy shuddered with each flick of Plan B’s tongue. Plan B’s hands found Roxy’s nipples and harmonized with the tongue to provide a synchronized stimulation: tongue flick, left pinch, tongue flick, right pinch. Drowning in the moment, Roxy’s body rock quickened; Plan B’s hands dropped to Roxy’s hips, locking a firm grip to control her motion.

  “Not yet…hold it in…I’ll tell you when to let it go,” Plan B ordered softly.

  “I…can’t…have…to…cum…”

  “Not yet,” Plan B repeated, willing Roxy to relinquish control of their dance. Grip tensed on Roxy’s hips, Plan B’s face became submerged in Roxy’s velvet, lashing her walls, lips, and folds with such intensity that Roxy writhed until she escaped the grip. Unable to hold back any longer, Roxy bucked wildly and slammed into Plan B’s face as her moans grew into penetrating screams.

  Feeling Roxy’s climactic end near, Plan B’s tongue-lashing went into overdrive, movements so vigorous that they completely shattered Roxy’s composure.

  “Now…now you can let it go,” and with that, Roxy followed Plan B’s directive to release. Gripping the headboard, Roxy rode Plan B’s face through the last waning wave of her orgasm. Returning to shore, Roxy collapsed on top of KC, her skin keenly sensitive as her body fought a surge of aftershocks.

  With nightfall fully extended across the skyline, Roxy now rested tightly tucked in the confines of Plan B’s embrace. The clear sky served as the perfect backdrop to the ultra-bright constellations that so vividly illuminated the city. Still woozy from Plan B’s kisses down low, Roxy blinked rapidly to clear her gaze as her eyes played tricks on her—she swore the stars mapped the outline of the face of the object of her betrayal.

  Chapter Eight

  Barely beating the sun home, Roxy turned the corner and crossed into the cul-de-sac where her house sat, flanked on either side by two smaller homes. Her hopes of avoiding Robb were dashed the minute she s
pied his car hogging more than half of the driveway. Pulling in behind his car, she threw her Tesla into park as she took a minute to compose herself. Freshly showered, she was certain she’d washed away all traces of Plan B’s scent, but last night left her more than slightly bow-legged, and she’d have a hard time explaining that to Robb. Shit, I don’t owe him no fuckin’ explanation, as much dirt as he does, she thought to herself. Still, Robb lived by the mantra “do as I say, not as I do,” so he was sure to pop off knowing that Roxy had stepped out on him.

  Letting out a long sigh, Roxy checked herself in the visor mirror one last time. Confident she didn’t read “freshly fucked,” she grabbed her purse, eased the door closed, and made her way to the side patio entrance, hoping she’d remembered to remove the security latch. Easing the patio door closed quietly, she half-smiled at her victory, but her smile was short-lived as she turned, coming face-to-chest with Robb.

  “Where the FUCK have you been?”

  “And who do you think you’re tryin’ to check, with your ‘stay in the streets’ ass?”

  “Look, don’t fuck with me, and don’t dodge my damn question. Where the fuck were you?”

  “Damn, chill, I just ran to the store real quick. I had a headache and ran to grab some Motrin.”

  “You must think I’m a fuckin’ fool. You know damn well you KEEP a stash of pain meds, so don’t even feed me that bullshit!”

  “Okay, okay, look...Brae had an emergency, drama with Kai, so I went over to calm her down.”

  “Lie number two. I called her three hours ago when I woke up and found your ass M.I.A.”

  FUCK, Roxy shouted in her head, how the hell could Brae not cover for her? “Look, I just needed some damn air. You rolled up in here last night like everything was all good, probably had some bitch’s pussy fresh on your damn face,” Roxy snapped, hoping she’d deflected the attention from herself.

  “Roxy, don’t even try that shit. You LET me roll up in here, and I know you, so if you REALLY thought I was fresh from layin’ up with some bitch, you damn sure wouldn’t have sucked my shit…yeah, yo lipstick is still fresh on my dick.” Robb drew closer to her. He was now so close that she could feel his breath.

  “See, the whole reason we’re in this fuckin’ situation is because YOU don’t know how to keep ya dick in ya pants, so excuse the hell outta me if I decided to get some air away from yo ass!” Yelling at the top of her lungs, Roxy was actually convincing herself that she was pissed with Robb at that moment.

  “What happened to all that ‘let’s get past this’ bullshit you fed me last night? Why the fuck did you even have me come over?”

  “You BEGGED me to let your sorry ass come over. I ain’t pressed to be up under your ass, and I can damn sure do better than a sometimin’ ass nigga that’s more focused on slingin’ dick in the streets than he’s into me!”

  “Oh, you can do better? Who you fuckin?! I know you don’t think you bad enough to come up in here after some other nigga done dicked yo ass down all night! Ooooh, I swear, girl—you REALLY tryin’ to make me catch a case! I don’t even know why the fuck I bother with yo ass!”

  “Oh, now you BOTHER with me? Well, you can get the fuck out, because—”

  “Because this is YOUR shit, right? But you begged ME to stay up in YO shit, right? So, since you BEGGED me to be up in YO shit, tell me where the fuck you were all fuckin’ night!”

  Frustrated at her failure to redirect his attention, Roxy dropped her purse on the kitchen island and headed toward the stairs.

  “The fuck you think you goin’? Get yo ass ova here!” Robb shouted as he rushed to Roxy, grabbed her arm, swung her around, and gripped her neck. “Yo ass can’t even walk straight from fuckin’ all night, ya fuckin’ nasty ass THOT!”

  Roxy clawed at his hand, struggling to force a release of his grip as she gasped for air. “I…can’t…breathe…STOP…lemme go!” she screamed, her voice wavering from the lack of oxygen.

  “Bitch, you got the wrong muthafucka if you think Imma just chase behind yo ass while you out here in the streets fuckin’ otha niggas and shit. I should fuckin’ kill you!”

  Robb tightened his grip on Roxy’s neck, then suddenly he released her, his conscience washing over him like an ice cold shower as he remembered the bomb he had to drop on Roxy. She collapsed to her knees, her tear-streamed face contorting as she gasped for air.

  Seizing the opportunity to put some distance between them, she scampered up the stairs, stopped halfway up to catch her breath, and then continued the ascent to the landing. Reaching the loft, she steadied herself on the wall as she made her way to the master bedroom. Collapsing on the bed, she buried her face in the pillows, her body racking with sobs as she relived Robb’s assault. She’d never seen him that angry, and damn sure never imagined he’d ever put his hands on her. Just as her weeping peaked, Robb appeared in the doorway, overly remorseful.

  “Bae, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, it’s just…the thought of another man touching you, fuckin’ you, up in my pussy…that shit drives me crazy. How could you do that to me?” Rob pleaded.

  Roxy craned her neck to face him, eyes wide with astonishment at his ass backwards logic. “Robb, how can you get mad ‘cuz you THINK I fucked someone when I KNOW you do it to me all the time? How is that fair? Do you think I’m just supposed to sit back and let you keep fucking me over?”

  “Please, just tell me. Did you fuck another nigga? Just tell me. We can get past it if you did, but just tell me,” Robb tried to pull a half-off confession out of her.

  “NO, Robb! Unlike you, I’d just leave before I fucked around,” Roxy blatantly lied, using her current emotional state and disheveled appearance to feign sincerity.

  Not entirely convinced by her admission and against his better judgment, Robb decided to let it go and turned his focus to his news. “Look, you remember last night how you said we could make this work with complete honesty every day? No secrets and complete disclosure?” Robb pleaded, reminding her of last night’s conversation over dinner.

  Tears suddenly snuffed, Roxy shot straight up, and sat facing Robb. “Uh uh, what the hell are you about to tell me? I KNOW you didn’t bring me some shit from one of those nasty ass hoes you be fuckin’ with! I swear to God, Robb, I will fuckin’ kill you if you gave me something!”

  “No, no, no, it’s not like that...but I have to tell you something. Promise me you’ll stay calm so we can talk. Remember, you said we could talk about anything,” Robb again recapped their prior talk.

  “What is it, Robb?” Roxy leered at him, arms crossed, instantly regretting the sincerity she’d given him last night.

  “Promise you’ll stay calm so we can talk.”

  “Robb, if you don’t tell me what the FUCK is going on, Imma get ta shootin’ through this fuckin house! Now tell me!”

  “Aight…umm…I love you, Roxy. I know I got some fucked up ways, and I don’t know why I do the shit that I do, but I fuckin’ love you,” Robb shifted from one foot to the other, eyes searching the floor for one last burst of nerve, “and I know every time I fuck up, you take me back, and that’s cuz’ you got real love for me—”

  “If you don’t cut this bullshit and tell me what the fuck is going on!”

  “Okay, aight, look…there’s this chick that hangs with Slimm, and uhh…she says she’s pregnant…” Robb took a few steps back to make sure he had a clean escape when Roxy flipped out.

  “And what the fuck does that have to do with you?” Roxy stood, took small, deliberate steps toward Robb, and hoped he wasn’t about to say what she thought he was about to say.

  “She says it’s mine,” Robb blurted and took one final step back into the hallway.

  Shocked into silence, Roxy stood frozen in place as though her feet were welded to the floor. Feeling like the air had been sucked out of the room, she clutched her chest and took a few deep breaths to ward off the vertigo that threatened to swallow her body. After a few seconds, she found he
r words again and addressed Robb in an eerily calm tone.

  “You mean to tell me...that you…were out here gettin’ it sooooooo hard...that you hittin’ these bitches RAW now?”

  And with that, Roxy leapt into action. She jumped on Robb before he had a chance to take the first step toward the stairs. Unleashing all the rage she’d felt toward him for months, Roxy battered Robb’s face, chest—anywhere she could land a punch. Unable to get a good grip to restrain her, Robb caught one of her arms mid-swing and used it to pin her against his chest in a bear hug.

  “STOP IT, CALM DOWN” he demanded.

  “Don’t fuckin’ tell me to calm down! How the fuck can you even fix your mouth to tell me some shit like that?! What the fuck did I do to deserve this?! You ain’t shit, let me go! LET ME GO NOWWWWW!” Roxy roared, a mixture of rage and hurt in her voice. After five minutes of her futile attempts to escape Robb’s grasp, she finally relented, collapsing against his chest as she cursed him, eyes once again brimming with tears.

  Feeling as though she was having an out of body experience, Roxy’s mind drifted far away from the apologies and pleas for forgiveness that Robb attempted to drown her with. Her mind replayed the events of the past year—every argument, tantrum, every dude’s bed she’d turned to when Robb opted to lay up with his hoes, every lie she’d told him to cover her own tracks while letting him believe she was devoted to him. Whirring past a mountain of memories, her mind came to rest on one specific day almost a year ago, the longest drive of her life, the ultimate walk of shame as she emerged from the clinic, her womb now a tattered alcove of ruin, her fetus reduced to a satchel of medical waste.

  Chapter Nine

  One photo in particular always seemed to catch her attention. A headshot, a girl in the throes of laughter, eyes gleaming with so much happiness. Brooklyn held the photo in her left hand and traced her index finger along the girl’s face—a perfect face, unmarred by the gnarled scar that left her own jawline disfigured.