Urban Love Is, page 22
“That they were cool. That they’re just friends.”
“Fuck that, Devin. I’m gonna tell you like this—you can’t let these bitches get away with so much shit, especially shit like that. Yo, let me ask you something. You think Danielle is gonna let you go hang out with an old girlfriend of yours, huh? If some ex-bitch of yours just suddenly came into town and you wanted to go and hang out with her, how the fuck you think she gonna feel? Watch that bitch get jealous and start acting stupid on your ass. Watch she be like, ‘Go,’ catch an attitude, and then when you come back home your shit be all broken up and out the door because she thinks you’re cheating on her ass. I’m telling you, son, bitches are funny like that.”
“How long is this dude in town for?” Terrance asked.
“I don’t know. She told me a few weeks.”
“Yo, you think that dude came into town to just chill and act like they’re friends? Yo, let me tell you something—that nigga came into town because he was missing your bitch, thinking about that old pussy he used to hit. Now that muthafucka pulling game over her eyes. He ain’t trying to be friends with your girl. Yo, you wanna go see this fool?” said Ash excitedly.
“Nah, it ain’t even like that.”
“What the fuck you mean it ain’t even like that? Yo, Devin, you need to go handle that on the real. Don’t let this fool come into town and try to handle your bitch like you invisible. Go see that fool, and let that nigga know who he fuckin’ with, yo.”
“I’m saying—”
“Let me ask you something—how did her ex-boyfriend get her number in the first place?”
“She ran into him in the streets,” I said.
“Bullshit. Yo, make sure your girl ain’t scheming,” Ash said.
I kept hearing Ash’s mouth move. He was acting like it was his woman we were talking about.
“Devin, I don’t know what to tell you. I kind of agree with Ash. A man ain’t just gonna come up in town and want to remain friends with his ex, especially as fine as Danielle is. Be careful with that one.”
“I hear you.”
“Word, some fool trying to fuck your woman,” Ash said. “Yo, you coming home one night and see this dude fucking your bitch on your muthafuckin’ bed, I would kill her and that nigga, no lie. These bitches think shit is a joke out in this muthafucka, especially wifey. Chanel gonna catch it. Son, don’t let that nigga get up in your bitch. You handle that, Devin. You know I got your back. I’ll handle that shit for you if you want.”
“Nah, I got it,” I said.
Ash was hyped. Terrance had already told me what had happened between him and Chanel. But what was bugging me out was why he was so upset with Chanel when he was no better. He wasn’t committed or faithful to her at all.
My conversation with my friends about my issues didn’t put me into a better spin with Danielle and her male friend. In fact, Ash somewhat made it worse for me.
The three of us went to the Bronx BBQ in Valley Stream, Long Island. We took a seat in one of the booths, and when our waitress came up to take our orders, all of us were stunned. She was beautiful.
Of course, Ash immediately tried to hit on her, doing what he did best—the three Fs, and that was find ’em, fuck ’em, and then forget about ’em. He flirted with the waitress. She smiled and was falling for his charm. He thought that he could have every woman in the world.
“See that?” Ash said. “She wanna holler at me.”
I just ignored it. It was his life and his health.
“She is cute,” Terrance said.
“Yes, she is. That bitch is definitely fuckable.”
“How do you know that?” I asked.
“I know,” Ash replied.
“Why, because y’all were flirting?”
“Devin, I know I can fuck her. I see it in her eyes, the way she looks at me,” he said, so sure of himself. “Man, let me tell y’all clowns something. A bitch is gonna know after a few days with you—shit, even after a few hours with you—if she’s gonna fuck you. And some niggas got it like that, and some don’t.”
Terrance and I sat quietly, waiting for our food, while Ash preached to us about nonsense. To him, a woman was a piece of meat, nothing else, and sex with them was simply another notch on his belt. He had no respect at all for them. So why did they love him back so much? It was a mindboggling question.
Ash continued his assault on the beautiful brunette with a slim waist and brown eyes when our food came. He wasn’t going to change. But I was a one-woman man with a great woman in my life.
Chapter Twenty-five
Trey
What is love, love is time . . . because only time is capable of understanding how valuable love is . . .
I had a late night that led to a late morning. I had a few drinks and thought about Trisha, and I missed her deeply. It had been a week since she cursed me out, and it felt like it was definitely over between us. She wasn’t accepting any of my calls, and I’d left her over a dozen messages.
My cell phone started to ring. I looked at the caller ID, and it was an unknown caller. I ignored it. My phone rang again, and it was the same unknown caller. Whoever it was, they were very persistent about reaching me. I sighed and reluctantly answered the caller.
“Hello,” I dragged out.
“Trey, I’m pregnant,” she said out of the blue.
“What? Who this, and who pregnant?” I said, not taking it seriously.
She said, “It’s Chica, and I’m pregnant wit’ your baby.”
Immediately I perked up and felt this wave of a panic slice through me like a samurai sword. The news of her being pregnant cut me in half. But I wasn’t going to accept it.
“What?” I uttered. “You’re fuckin’ lying.”
“Why would I lie about this?” she rebuked.
“Because you’re a scandalous bitch! You like to play games, and I’m not with it.” I was ready to hang up on her.
She uttered, “I’m so serious, Trey. I’m pregnant and it’s your baby.”
I hung up on her. It was too early for her nonsense. I was done with Chica, and I didn’t want anything to do with her. Her stupidity cost me my relationship with Trisha. And if the bitch thought that she was pinning a baby on me, she had another think coming.
My cell phone rang again, and I knew it was her calling me back. I frowned and answered her call with anger. “Look, bitch, that’s not my baby,” I exclaimed.
“It is your baby because you were the only man I was fuckin’!” she hollered. “And my grandmother is pissed off. She knows, and she’s ready to come after you wit’ her shotgun!”
“She gotta find me first,” I countered brusquely. I’d never brought Chica to my place, and I was glad she didn’t know where I lived.
“Trey, why you dissin’ me?”
“You’re a damn ho!”
We went back and forth, and my last words to her were, “Don’t call me anymore!”
I hung up on her again. She called back right away, and I ignored the phone. I’d had enough of her drama, and I was going to block her number or change mine.
The thought of her actually being pregnant by me terrified me. If she was, then I broke a cardinal rule, and that was getting my side bitch pregnant. It wasn’t supposed to happen. But I knew that I wasn’t the only man in her life. Chica liked dick too much to remain monogamous with me. She thought I was a fool. I had no sympathy for her.
My day was about to start, and I wanted to erase Chica’s phone call from my mind. The sun was bright, and the day was warm. But I was still in a funk about losing Trisha. I took a shit, shaved, and showered. It was the weekend, and I had nothing to do. I didn’t even feel like hanging out with my boys. I didn’t want them to see me losing it over a woman. So staying home was my only option.
I put my phone on silent and lingered in the bedroom. I smoked a cigarette and thought about some things. But my solitude was soon interrupted by the sound of the doorbell chiming. I had company. I trekked downstairs and took a look out the window. It was Janice at my door. I had no idea what she wanted. I sighed and opened the door.
“Hey, Janice,” I spoke.
She smiled and said, “Hey, I saw your car parked out front and thought that you might want some company.”
I hesitated for a moment and said, “Come inside.”
She proudly entered my home, and I closed the door behind her. I quickly eyed her attire: white shorts showing off her meaty thighs, sandals, and a blue T-shirt. She was cute and simple.
“You want breakfast?” she said.
“You gonna cook?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t. And you need to try my omelets and pancakes,” she said.
“I am hungry.”
“So is that a yes?”
“I guess so,” I said.
She smiled.
Early afternoon was spent with Janice in the kitchen putting together an excellent breakfast for me on a whim. She had my kitchen smelling like a five-star restaurant, and my nose was enticed by the aroma.
“So how are things with you and your girlfriend?” she asked loudly from the kitchen.
“She’s out of town,” I lied.
“Oh, where did she go?”
“She’s away on business,” was what I felt like telling her.
She chuckled. “I guess it’s personal.”
“I don’t wanna think about her right now.”
“Well, I have the perfect remedy to get her out of your mind.”
The smell of her cooking was turning me on. It smelled like paradise in my kitchen. It never smelled that good from a home-cooked meal. I mean, Trisha did her thing, but she wasn’t the best cook. But Janice definitely knew her way around the kitchen. And when she was done, my kitchen table looked picture perfect with two omelets stuffed with diced ham, a creamy cheese sauce, and jack and cheddar cheeses. Her pancakes looked buttery and fluffy, and her bacon looked crisp. One look at everything and my mouth watered.
“Damn! Everything looks delicious,” I expressed.
“Wait until you taste it,” she said.
She poured orange juice into the cups, and we both took a seat at the table. I at once started stuffing my face with her cooking. Everything was delicious. I mean, it felt like her food was making love to my mouth. I devoured it all and licked my plate clean.
“Was it good?” she asked.
I let out a massive burp as my answer.
She laughed and said, “I guess so.”
I said, “Yo, you’re the bomb in the kitchen.”
“Thank you.”
“Why did you volunteer to come over and cook?”
“I’m just neighborly, I guess.”
I smiled. My belly was happy. They say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Janice was the epitome of that saying. With cooking like hers, it was easy to make anyone fall in love with her.
I started to remove the dishes from the table, but Janice quickly stopped me and said, “No, Trey, I got this. Go relax.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I’ll clean up.” She started taking the dishes and placing them into the sink. She took charge, and I didn’t dispute it. I wobbled my stuffed ass back into the living room, sank my ass into the couch, and turned on the TV.
Fifteen minutes later, Janice joined me on the couch after doing the dishes and cleaning up my kitchen. She sat close to me and said, “What are you watching?”
“Nothing now, just channel surfing.”
The TV soon rested on one of my favorite movies, Poetic Justice. I was lucky to catch it from the beginning, where Q-Tip was about to get his head blown off by L.A. gangbangers. Unfortunate for his character, he was about to get some from Janet Jackson, and violence put an end to that. Janet Jackson, now I loved her.
“Trey, can I be honest with you?” Janice said all of a sudden.
“Yeah, of course.”
She propped up from leaning against me and looked at me seriously. “I was thinking about our last encounter, and I had a really good time with you. I came by because I wanted round two with you. And I know you have a woman, but I really want to have sex with you right now. I’m a divorced woman with needs, and I enjoy everything about you. But if you don’t want to, I understand,” she proclaimed to me.
Her hand found its way on my thigh, and she was waiting for my reply. Her touch was desirable, and her presence created my arousal. It was her cooking that ignited it. My day had started out stressful, but Janice wanted to relieve me of my pain. With food and pussy, what man could resist the urge? I could feel that animal instinct to conquer bubbling inside of me.
I placed my lips against hers, and a passionate kiss ensued. It was my cool reply. Our tongues locked into one, and her hand reached for my crotch. She gently squeezed and massaged my manhood to a full erection. It didn’t take long for her to unbuckle my pants and pull out my dick. She dropped her face into my lap and started to suck me off. Her full lips around my dick made my head go back, and my eyes rolled around in my head. Up and down her lips went, putting me into absolute bliss.
She gave me a long blow job, and afterward our clothes came off and were on the floor. Her naked flesh straddled me against the couch, and she quickly descended on top of me and evenly put me inside of herself. I felt her weight on my hips as she straddled me against the couch and rested her naked tits on my chest, mashing them into me as she sucked the side of my neck.
The power of p-u-s-s-y was crippling and overwhelming. I moaned as we both got our rhythm going, entwined on the couch, huffing and puffing like we were marathon runners.
I was an educated fool. But one moment I was griping and crying over Trisha, and the next I was having sex with my neighbor. Damn, where do I go from here?
Chapter Twenty-six
Sophia
Love is putting time and effort into your relationship and practicing unconditional love . . .
“Pass me the onions,” I said to Yasmin.
We were in my kitchen, and I was cooking up some soup and cornbread for the night. This was like our girls’ night out. Zaire was in her bedroom watching cartoons, and Yasmin and I were going to enjoy a wonderful dinner together.
She reached into the bottom of the fridge and passed me the onions.
“Why you so quiet tonight?” I asked her. Usually, Yasmin was talkative, telling me about her business or asking me about mine.
“Nothing,” she quietly responded.
“So what happened between you and that fine-looking brotha you met at the club the other night?” I said, waiting for the juicy details.
“Nothing. He’s really boring.”
“Damn, he was cute, though.”
“That’s all. He’s not spontaneous enough for me.”
I chuckled. “I see, you like ’em like Indiana Jones.”
“No, that’s too much for me. Too old, anyway.”
I laughed. “Girl, you’re crazy.”
I started stirring my soup. We had some ol’-school jams playing on the stereo. My soup was cooking, and I felt terrific tonight because I spent all day yesterday with Eric. We had a fantastic night together. In fact, these past few days, I’d been spending a lot of time with Eric. We’d been talking, chilling, having fun, and also fuckin’ our brains out. We were having so much sex that it felt like I was a teenager again. It felt like I was sneaking out after curfew to be with the one I loved. Eric made me feel so alive.
“Where’s Terrance?” Yasmin asked.
I sighed. “I have no idea. He’s probably out there hanging with his knucklehead buddies.”
“Mommy, Mommy, look,” Zaire said as she came running into the kitchen, showing me a picture that she drew with the crayons I’d bought her today.
“I see. Who is it?” I asked, looking at the child’s drawing of four colored stick figures.
“That’s you, Mommy, and that’s me, and that’s Daddy and Auntie Yasmin,” she pointed out.
“Oh, it’s nice, sweetie.”
“I want Daddy to see it too.”
“I know, sweetie. Daddy’s going to see it,” I said.
“Auntie Yasmin, look. That’s you, see? Next to Daddy and Mommy.”
“I love it, Zaire. You’re so talented,” Yasmin said.
“That’s nice, Zaire. Now go finish coloring while Yasmin and I finish making dinner, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy.” She ran back into her bedroom.
I saw Yasmin smiling. “She’s so sweet.”
“I know, that’s my heart,” I said.
I then noticed Yasmin’s smile transform into a frown. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Are you sure, Sophia?”
“Sure about what?”
“About you and Terrance?” she abruptly asked.
“Yasmin, do I have to keep explaining myself over and over again?”
“I understand your feelings, but you have everything going for you—a beautiful daughter and a wonderful husband. How can you just give up everything so easily?”
“My feelings have changed, Yasmin. I want to move on. I need to move on,” I explained to her.
“I envy you, Sophia. You stand here in front of me with everything I always dreamed of having. You have a family, a caring husband, and you’re willing to throw everything away that you and your husband built together for a booty call.”
“It’s not the same anymore. Things changed. And why the change of heart now, Yasmin? Before, you were supportive of my decision, and now you actin’ like my mother.”
She sighed. “Marriage isn’t always easy, Sophia. You have to take the good along with the bad. Terrance has his flaws, and so do you.”
“Well, his flaws are really starting to piss me off.”
“What if you found out that Terrance was with another woman, maybe he was in love with another woman? How would you feel about that?” she asked.
I thought about it. “Honestly, it wouldn’t bother me. I will probably be happy for him, as long as the woman he’s with treats my daughter right, and then we won’t have any problems.”
I started preparing my cornbread, mixing my ingredients into a bowl. Yasmin just sat in a chair. I was wondering what was going through her head. Why was she suddenly so concerned about my relationship with Terrance? She knew everything. She was my best friend. I told her everything.
