Side Chick Life 2, page 3
Mika
"Alright, Ox. I'm off to work. I'll call Deidra when I'm in my way home as usual. You know I really wish she would take money for watching my son," I yelled out rushing around the room trying not to forget anything.
To be honest I was more than grateful that his sister, Deidra, didn't take money for babysitting. I needed every bit of cash I could get a hold of in order to move out and find my own place. It was a decision I had made as soon as I got to Ox's house. The last thing I needed was for him to be coming onto me when a relationship with him was the furthest thing from my mind.
Yeah, he was sexy, a great protector and even better provider but his lifestyle was not the type I wanted to raise my son around. Keylan needed to grow and up and become a fine productive citizen, rather than some thug from the streets who didn’t know anything but selling dope.
"Hey, before you go, can I talk to you for a minute?" Ox appeared out of thin air at my room door.
"Uh, I'm sorry sweetie. Can it wait until I get back this evening? I'm kind of running a little late." My pacing back and forth throughout the oversized room he put us up in could have alerted him to my soon to be tardiness.
“Stop,” he replied sternly locking his hands together behind his waist. “I need to talk to you right now. Your job won’t be an issue once we’re done speaking.”
I wanted to tell him that I couldn’t risk my career for some measly conversation. All it took was for my lips to utter a few words to let him know that whatever he had to say to me would have to wait. But looking into his dark dreamy eyes, I knew that conversation wouldn’t go over well. Instead, I chose to take a seat on the bed and listen to what he had to say without uttering a word.
“I’m gonna need for you to get over having to work and stay here to take care of your son,” he began as he headed over towards me hovering over me like a dark cloud.
“Oh, um, is something wrong with your sister keeping an eye on him while I’m gone because if there is I’ll gladly pay her every other week—“
“No, no Mika. I don’t think you get it. See, I’m the type of nigga who believes that a woman should be at home with the kids. Not slaving away all day trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents. I was raised old school.” He paced the room slowly from the window back over towards me. “The worst thing to scar a mother for life is not being able to watch her kids grow up and missing their milestones.”
“Well, the same could be said for a father. A man who goes out and makes the bread all day comes home and realizes he’s missed important things in his kids’ lives,” I quickly rebutted discreetly checking the time on my phone.
“Yeah but a real man is better able to deal with that knowing his kids are at home well taken care of by a good woman. Now, I may not be Keylan’s father but I can damn sure step in and help as I’ve basically been doing so far.”
I had never seen Ox so sincere about something in the entire time I’ve known him. He was humbled as he kneeled down on one knee in front of me. His eyes glistened over. My heart began to feel like it was about to jump clean up out of my chest as he took my hand in his. He couldn’t. Why would he? If he tried to propose to me I don’t know if I would be able to remain conscious.
“Ox, what are you saying?” I asked forcing my breathing to calm.
“I’m saying, I think you should quit your job and stay home with Keylan. You don’t need or want for nothing here. I got you. Anything you and he need, I got it.” He licked his lips when he was done and they shined like gold.
My tongue fell numb. Shaking my head a while, I started to feel so stupid to think that this man was about to propose marriage to me. Marriage? What was I thinking? We weren’t in love and hadn’t built on shit. We hadn’t even so much as kissed and already I was jumping to conclusions with him. My dumb ass. It was probably the very same thing that got me head over heels in love with David when I was young and dumber.
“Um, Ox, that’s a very generous offer and all but I just couldn’t sponge off of you like that. I was never the type to—“
“To submit and let a man treat you how you were supposed to be treated? To put your faith, trust, and strength into a man who’s actually trying to show you something better in life?” The distraught look on his face scared me a bit. “I keep trying to tell you, baby girl. I’m a different breed of man. A woman should be worshipped and pampered. Not busting her ass on her feet all day slaving and tired at a job she hates.”
“Ox we barely know each other,” I huffed.
“I know more about you than you think I do. But you’ll never know anything about me if you keep running up out of here to a place you hate everyday for twelve hours.”
“Well…maybe I’m afraid to—“
“To what?” His voice grew deep as he placed his hand on my knee.
“To get to know you. I shouldn’t even be here. We shouldn’t be doing this?”
“We ain’t doing shit, Mika. I’m just trying to get you to open up to me. I’m saying we don’t know what the future holds. And, you’ll never know until you try. Ya feel me?” He pimped back towards the window staring out at the beautiful landscaping he possessed. “Afraid? I know you’re not afraid of that fuck boy cause I dealt with him already. Naw, I know what it is. You’re afraid of becoming the queen you know you were destined be, that’s what you’re afraid of.”
Without another word, Ox left the room. He didn’t even look at me before doing so. I had no idea what to think or say. Apart of me wanted to call out to him and explain why I felt the way that I did. He had to understand that with me just getting out of my situation with David, I was vulnerable and didn’t want to rebound on another man just yet. I just needed time and it seemed like that was something he couldn’t give me. Toggling through my phone, I immediately called Angel again. Why won’t this bitch answer her fucking phone for me?
Angel
Ugh. That bitch don’t be wanting nothing, I swear. Mika has been ringing my phone off the hook for weeks. With me not answering, I thought she would get the hint and at least give me a chance to call her back when I was ready. I just wasn’t ready yet. The truth was that I was so fucked up in the head that I knew I would blab my secret to her.
I knew she would force me to see the error in my ways and try to get me to confess to the police but none of that shit was happening. She was too much of a goodie two shoes to ever do anything outside of the norm. I couldn’t talk to her, not until I got my head straight and my game face on enough so that she couldn’t read me. Although, I knew I couldn’t avoid her forever.
“Mrs. Smart, the doctor will see you now.” The nurse greeted me with a smile holding the door open for me to enter the hall.
“Thanks. It’s about time. I thought I was going to shit on myself in that seat out there.”
“Hmm. I see and on a scale of one to ten with ten being excruciating pain, what is your pain level?” She asked as we entered the examination room.
“I’m not in any pain, you buffoon. I’m just feeling like I’m just not feeling good. Something is fucking wrong,” I snapped before realizing none of this was her fault.
“Okay. The doctor will be right in,” she continued with her pleasant demeanor despite my bitchy outburst.
She walked out without another word to me. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening to me but I felt like my chest was about to cave in and my heart would explode. I hadn’t had any cigarettes since the other day because all of a sudden they began to make me sick to my stomach. And, my dumb ass husband wouldn’t even give me a second look when I only asked him to help me figure out what the hell was wrong.
He was probably heated about me still smoking but I was hiding it as best as I could. He couldn’t smell it. I knew he couldn’t. His nosy ass probably went through my purse again looking for shit he had no business looking for. Maybe if he wouldn’t go snooping for shit, he wouldn’t find shit that hurt his feelings.
“Ah, Mrs. Smart. What brings you in today?” Dr. Gutty walked in with her long dark fishtail ponytail hanging down her back showcasing her bronzed Indian tanned skinned. She was beautiful and exotic and I hated that she was one of my husband’s closest colleagues from college but I couldn’t focus on any of that shit just then.
I was hunched over clutching my stomach like the contents of it would ooze out all over the floor without a moment’s notice. There was a strange tingling in the back of my throat, one that I was unfamiliar with. Dr. Gutty looked at me as if I had the black plague before opening the door and signaling for the nurse to enter the room with us. I could hear them asking me if I was okay but every time my mouth opened to respond, I was afraid something icky would spew out.
“Okay, we’re going to run some tests on you. Did you have something bad to eat?” Dr. Gutty asked helping me over to the garbage bin just in case I needed to barf all in it.
I shook my head no.
“Okay well just stay here and if you feel like you need to throw up just do so in this—“
Before she could finish the words, I hurled chunks of emptiness into the can. I couldn’t believe it had happened since I couldn’t remember the last time I had ever thrown up. It lasted a few minutes with the last of it being saliva even though it felt like a lung. Once I was done, I made my way back over to the examining table to lie down and catch my breath. Immediately, I felt damn better. My lightheadedness was gone and so was the nauseous.
“Hey, I think that’s all I needed doc. I think I just needed to throw up and everything would be okay. I guess I wasted your time.” Relief bled on my face coupled with a smile. “I swear I feel damn good now. I think it was all those damn cigarettes I’ve been chain smoking.”
“You’ve been chain smoking cigarettes, Mrs. Smart? When did you pick up that ugly habit?” She sighed. “You’re too beautiful of a woman for all that.”
“Spare me the lecture, okay doc? My momma has been dead for a long motherfucking time now.” My eyes rolled loathing. “I can take care of myself.”
“If that were true, Mrs. Smart, you wouldn’t be here. Now would you?” The look of disappointment on her face almost made me feel ashamed of myself for talking like that to her. “I’ll be right back. We’ll run some tests. You might have some kind of stomach flu and if you haven't been eating your body has no fuel to help fight off bad bacteria."
Waving her off as she left the room, the back of my head hit the table. My eyes focused in on the light above thinking about how great I actually felt. I started to wonder if I was making myself sick by worrying too much about if the police would figure out my secret. So far I had gotten away with it. But I couldn't help but constantly wonder if or when they would find out that I killed Jay.
Friday
August 3rd, 2012
Violet
"So when am I going to be able to go to your place?" I asked tossing my dorm keys on my end table.
"My place? Oh, uh, soon. It's just that I'm having it renovated so I'm kind of staying with a friend right now," Vega replied seeming a bit on edge from my inquiry.
"Ugh, I'm just tired of coming here. My small ass dorm isn't exactly my idea of romantic." I plopped down on the bed and fell back focusing on the cracks of the ceiling. “It’s not like the Bellagio Hotel or something up in here.”
His hand rubbed across my belly seemingly ignoring my tantrum. It continued massaging nice and firmly for a few minutes before it was interrupted by his phone ringing, again. All night we have not been able to get any really good alone time in because every other minute, it seemed, his phone rang. It frustrated the shit out of me but I was not about to show him that. Any sign off craziness and he was sure to break it off with me for sure. Still, I felt some type of way every time that damn thing went off.
"Sorry about that. That was the hospital. Everything's all straightened out though and I'm still yours." He leaned over tracing kisses from my belly to my breasts.
"Vega, baby why can't you ever take me to certain parts of town?"
"Huh?"
"I'm just saying, we've been kicking for a little while and I've never even met not one of your friends or family." I felt myself popping off the same shit I had just said I wouldn't do, which was act crazy.
"Violet, we've only been chilling together for a few weeks. You can't expect to just all of a sudden meet the parents when I'm still learning you myself." He was annoyed I could tell. "I mean I don't even know your favorite color."
"Red like my lipstick, like my nails, and almost like the color of my pussy lips. You do remember the light pink shade of them, don’t you?”
“Violet—“
“No. I’m not going to be some secret rendezvous for you. We’ve been kicking it long enough for you to let me know something, anything about where we’re going with this.” My arms crossed in front of me as I felt pouting coming on my face.
“Don’t be like that girl. I’m feeling you, I really am. Let’s just enjoy what we have and live in the moment,” he said playfully nudging my chin. “Don’t try to define the beautiful thing that we have. Just trust me and know that I got you.”
“Is that right?”
“Trust me, Violet. I wouldn’t hurt you.”
From those words he pressed his full lips against mine. I couldn’t help but to melt in his arms giving into his advances. He was so damn sexy and loveable that I couldn’t help but to fall for everything that he was saying even if I still felt some type of way about it. Something in me was just screaming that he was feeding me bullshit but I had no proof.
I couldn’t tell what was the truth and what was a lie with him. There was one way that I could find out, however, but for now I knew one thing that would seal the deal with us eternally. I knew the one thing that would seal our bond and for sure make him mine forever.
Vega gently tugged at the fabric of my bra releasing the knot allowing my breasts to fall softly into his hands. A single bead of sweat made its silent path down between my pretty, fleshy rounds. His hands followed the line of my body down, his fingernails tracing a light path over my soft, dark brown nipples, down over my belly tickling as he went. Looking deep into my eyes he released me as I allowed the yellow flowery fabric to fall from her shoulders onto my dorm room floor below.
With only my flowery panties and pumps remaining, he took to undressing me, laying his hands on my chest, bringing my lower body close to his, feeling his growing excitement. I pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing his lightly tanned body, pressing my chest into his, and feeling the warmth of his body against my perky breasts. Me erect nipples pressed into his chest as I reached for the button on his jeans.
Releasing it and drawing down the zip, I forcefully pushed the denim fabric to the floor. He slipped off his shoes and jeans leaving him in just his own undergarments. Staring at the size of his bulge, I was thankful that the place was so secluded at night but at the same time I didn't really care if people knew what we were doing or not.
I pressed my body into Vega’s feeling the contours of his skin. He went to speak but I put a finger to his lips and pushed him against the plush bed, following with my own body. Feeling the hard rod protruding from Vega’s body against mine, I slid my fingers inside his navy blue boxers sliding them down his legs to the floor remaining on my knees. I lightly kissed up his thighs toward his waist.
With almost unnoticeable gentleness, I drew my tongue the full length of his hardened shaft and engulfed his bulbous head between my full lips. It was cute how I left a faint lipstick mark around his stick. I drew my head upwards slowly releasing Vega’s now throbbing penis and taking with me a fluidic drop of his sweet tasting pre-cum. I rose to his height, took a step backwards and, gazed at him passionately before sliding my panties down over my beautifully smooth long legs.
The birds twittered intensely in the trees as dusk drew in and with the sun now casting orangey-purple tones across the forest, I grasped Vega’s hand, looked deep into his eyes and told him, "I'm ready."
He moved subtly closer as I lied down on the bed and parted my legs. My pussy glistened with wet anticipation in the half evening light, the tip of his waiting penis also. He wrapped his hands around the sides of my slim mocha tinted body and brought his pubis close to mine. He poised his rod at the entrance to my virgin pussy before gently pushing his throbbing cock between my moist yet ready lips.
I gasped as the head of his cock slid a little way into my innermost being, the tight channel squeezing him as his engorged schlong only sought to expand it further. I winced as he pushed further in. He drew back but I grasped at his ass and pulled him back to me, deeper even. He took the cue and despite my wincing and moaning at the pain he rhythmically worked his way deeper and deeper inside my now sopping wet pussy.
Juice poured down my legs as he worked my pussy harder and harder, pumping his meaty dick in and out of my deep, welcoming opening. I grasped at him, nails scratching down his back and all as he grappled with my trembling tits, my waist, and my ass. Bringing up one of my breasts he took my nipple between his teeth and pulled at it as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of me.
I heaved wildly and out of control as my first orgasm hit. The pain and pleasure intertwined as waves of euphoria swept over my body. My body pumped hard around Vega’s shaft deep inside of me and he exploded shooting thick creamy semen deep inside of my quivering body. We cried out in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed our senses.
Wild now, Vega continued to rhythmically pump within me grasping at my body and pulling himself deeper still inside the sensual folds of my sexual center. I came again, my aching snatch squeezing Vega’s still rather hard dick deep inside and forcing him to burst forth again. He cried out again and slammed his body against mine feeling my now erect nipples protruding into his chest.
Sweat droplets formed on his forehead as he slowed to a rest still intertwined with my body. We held each other in the peace of the slowly brightening room.
