The Faithful Side Chick, page 2
“Hellurrr,” I tried to mimic Madea.
“Hey, you. Why is it that I haven’t gotten a call from my best friend at all today?” My BFF, Jasmine, said with her loud ass.
“Girl, I was so damn busy today. First, I barely had time to breathe, and then I left early for the gym.”
“Hmmm, is that so? Is this the same woman that complained about working out? I see that nigga got you doing crazy shit already. Let me find out you already got fucked.”
“Bitch, you so crazy. No, I have not slept with Jihad, and if I did, I probably wouldn’t be telling you.”
“And you know that’s a gotdamn lie. I know the minute you get that dick, you will be on my line either telling me he got some bomb-ass dick or his ass ain’t got no damn use in the bed. Either way, I’ll be hearing about it,” she laughed.
“Well, you got me there.” I joined in on the laughter.
We chatted for a few more minutes, then hung up. That crazy Jasmine was really my grandmother’s adopted granddaughter. We grew up together and have been inseparable since. If she’s rocking, then I’m definitely rolling, and vice versa. We done had our share of laughter, tears, and just going through life together, so she knows my ass all too well.
I put down the phone and took a few more sips of my wine. Damn, I held the glass up, and it was empty. So I got up to fix me another drink. Jasmine put me on to this Pinot Noir, and I’ve been addicted ever since. Ain’t nothing like a glass of wine after a long day at the office. I heard my phone ringing again, so I walked into the living room. Hmm, is that so? I thought before I answered it.
“Hello,” I tried to sound like I was asleep.
“I hope I didn’t wake you up, beautiful.” His deep accent rang through my ear.
“Hey, you. I was just resting my eyes a little,” I lied.
“Well, get you some rest. I can hit you up tomorrow.”
“No, I’m up now. What’s going on with you?”
“I was calling to see if you want to join me for dinner?”
“I already ate. You should’ve invited me earlier.”
“Well, in that case, what about a few drinks?”
He was not giving up, and what the hell? I do want to see him. “You can come by the house since I’m already settled in,” I suggested.
“You sure you want to be alone with me in your crib?” he laughed.
“Shit, I’m a big girl. I can handle myself,” I said, thinking about my 9 mm Glock in my bedroom drawer.
“Well, in this case, shoot me your address. I’ma close up in another twenty minutes, head home to shower, and then I’ll be on my way.”
While he was talking about taking a shower, my mind was thinking of all sorts of dirty things. So I hurried up and cleared my thoughts before my ass said the wrong thing.
“Okay.”
“See you in a few, beautiful.”
After I hung up, I sent him a text with my address. I know I took a shower when I came in, but shit, I needed to make sure my pussy was clean and well shaven. After showering, I rubbed my body with Victoria’s Secret Oil Sleek, pulled out one of my sexy panty and bra sets, then put on a sexy minidress. Finally, I poured myself another glass of wine. By now, I was definitely feeling the buzz.
About an hour later, a text came in on my phone. It was Jihad letting me know he was on the way. I tried to calm my nerves, but I was excited to be around this young, attractive brother, and I could barely conceal it.
I opened the door and watched him walk up the driveway. “Hey, there, beautiful,” he greeted me and gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.
I closed the door and walked into the living room. He took a seat on the sofa.
“I got some Grey Goose and a bottle of Pink Moscato for you.”
“Hmm, a man with expensive taste. Thank you.” I smiled at him as I took the bottles out of his hand.
We sat there drinking and talking mainly about our backgrounds and stuff. I tried not to give up too much information ’cause a bitch like me never kisses and tells. Plus, nowadays, you can’t tell these niggas too much about you because they’ll use that shit against you as soon as you get into an argument with their ass.
“So, tell me, Miss Brooklyn, how do you manage to stay child-free and no husband for so long? I hope I’m not asking too much.”
“Well . . . let’s see . . . Most of these dudes nowadays are intimidated by a woman like me. You know, one that got that boss mentality and knows how to run shit. And as far as kids, shit, I got to find the daddy first.” I busted out laughing.
“I hear that,” he said as his hand reached over and rubbed my leg.
I looked him in the eyes and instantly felt my body shiver. His hand continued up the dress I was wearing, traveling up to my breasts. I closed my eyes as he massaged my breast with his hand. My mind was telling me to stop acting like a ho, but my heart loved every bit of the feeling he was giving me. Then things started getting hot between us. Before you knew it, we were both going at it on the couch. My dress, bra, and panties were completely off.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I said.
He trailed behind me. I assumed he was watching my ass clap while I led him to the master bedroom. Damn, I can’t wait to feel this dick inside of me, I thought as my clit throbbed. I stopped in front of him, wrapped my arms around his waist, then his body, and started kissing his neck. I unbuttoned his pants, allowing them to drop to his feet. I pulled his boxers down to his ankles, releasing his rock-hard dick. Then I ran my hand over it to get a feel of what he was working with. It wasn’t no ten-inch dick. Maybe around eight and a half inches, but it was thick, just like I love it.
“Hmmmm, don’t start nothing you can’t finish,” he whispered in my ear while he used his hands to cuff my tight, firm ass. Hmmmm, only if he knew I could finish whatever I started. I continued kissing his neck while massaging his dick, rubbing it against my clit.
“I want you really bad, beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. My entire body trembled. I swear I felt like I was about to explode, and I hadn’t even gotten the tip of the dick yet.
“So, what you waiting on?” I whispered back to him in a sexy tone.
I think that’s all he needed to hear ’cause he picked me up and carried me to the bed, parting my legs and inserting his dick deep inside me. I’m glad I was wet, and his dick slid in without any major pain. Then he used his hand to grab my ass and pulled me up closer to him. I tried to move a little, but his firm hold on my ass made it impossible.
“This some good pussy,” he whispered in my ear while he thrust deep inside of me.
I wanted to say something back to him, but shit, a bitch was under pressure. My ass really underestimated the width of the dick ’cause it seemed like it was stretching out my pussy.
“Aw, damn, it hurts,” I moaned.
“But you loving it,” his cocky ass responded, still not easing up.
I ain’t gon’ lie. He was kind of right. Even though I was complaining, the fuck was sweet. I think I was only complaining ’cause I’m used to throwing my ass all around and handling a nigga. But this nigga’s dick was huge, which left no room for me to perform on the dick like I would love to.
After about twenty minutes, multiple orgasms, and me screaming and hollering, he finally pulled out and busted all over my stomach. I lay there for a few minutes while he was in the bathroom. I was out of breath and weak from this dick lashing that I received from this nigga.
“You a’ight?” he asked as he walked out of the bathroom in his boxers.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I lied. I really wanted to say, “Hell nah, nigga. My pussy on fire,” but I didn’t. So instead, I eased up off the bed and walked to the bathroom. I tried not to let it seem so obvious that a fire was burning between my legs.
* * *
My alarm startled me as I jumped up. I looked at the time. It was 5:45 a.m., the time that I usually wake up. That’s when I realized this nigga was still lying in my bed. Last night after sex, we both decided to rest for a few minutes. Shit, that turned out to be this nigga spending the night at my house. Hmmm. I sure hope he didn’t have no bitch at home ’cause if he did, his ass going to be in a shitload of trouble.
I got out of bed and took a shower. Then I took out a beige-colored pantsuit and placed it on the bed before checking my email.
I noticed this nigga was still sprawled out in the bed, sleeping like a newborn baby with a ton of cereal in the formula. So after I got dressed, I made a pot of coffee and glanced at my watch. It was almost 8:00 a.m.
“Wake up.” I tapped him a few times.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said as he sat up.
“Your ass was knocked out,” I laughed.
“That’s how you know you got some good pussy. Knock a nigga out.” He grabbed his cell phone.
“Is that so? Hmm . . . Anyways, I got to be at the office by nine.”
“Shit, you should’ve taken the day off.”
“I wish, but I have a few patients that need to see me today.”
“I know. I’m just kidding around. I’m glad you woke me up. My ass supposed to open the gym at six. Damn, that was two hours ago. Oh well, my brother should be there.”
After he got dressed, I poured him a cup of coffee and made toast. Shit, that was the most he was going to get for breakfast. My ass don’t be doing no big cooking around here, I thought.
“I really enjoyed myself last night, beautiful. I hope you don’t have no intention to kick me to the side.” Then he walked up to me, wrapped his hands around my waist, and whispered in my ear.
Cold chills ran down my spine as his dick pressed up on my skirt. I tried not to react, but deep inside, my inner freakiness was trying to pop out.
I turned around to face him and handed him a cup of coffee. “Well, I don’t plan on it. I know we both have busy schedules, but I think we can make the time.” I shot him a dirty, sneaky look.
“You’re something else; you know that? But I’m loving it.” He took a seat at the table while he sipped on his coffee.
We chatted for a few minutes, and then he left. After I closed the door, I smiled. Last night was a very good night. When I tell you that nigga has some good dick . . . trust me. I ain’t lying. As a matter of fact, my shit still hurts. I pray no one notices the difference in my walking today at the office.
* * *
The entire day at the office I couldn’t get Jihad off my mind. I was definitely feeling him. I know I was putting myself out there with a nigga that I barely knew, but what the fuck? I was a grown-ass woman who knew what she wanted. I mean, I was young with a booming career. So it wouldn’t hurt to have a man that I can share my life with.
“Miss Evans?” My assistant walked in.
“Yes?”
“You were in your deep thoughts, huh? I’ve been yelling your name.”
“What did you want?”
“Your 11:00 a.m. appointment called and said she’s going to be twenty minutes late. I told her that’s fine.”
“Okay, yes, that’s fine. That’ll give me time to review her file before she gets here.”
“Okay, and whatever it is you’re thinking so heavily about must be some good stuff,” she giggled as she closed my door.
I stared at the door as if that nosy bitch was still there. If it wasn’t for her work ethic and the fact that she goes beyond and above when I need her, I would’ve let her ass go a long time ago. Unfortunately, she is one of those people who don’t know her boundaries and keeps thinking we’re friends. We’re far from that. I’m the boss, and she’s just a worker.
Chapter Two
Brooklyn
It didn’t take long for Jihad and me to become inseparable. We would meet after the gym, grab something to eat, and head home. We would shower together, eat, drink, and then make love. He was definitely a stallion. Sometimes I had to try my hardest to keep up with him, but that nigga was a beast in bed. I guess being five years older than him didn’t help any. I’ve never dated a younger dude before, but being five years older than him wasn’t all that bad.
My feelings for him went from just liking him to falling head over heels for him in no time. Part of me was warning me that I was moving too fast. But the way he makes me feel inside, I wasn’t trying to hear that. I want him in my life, and it was time for me to make that known. Fucking and sucking every day was cool, but I wanted more. Scratch that. I needed more. We had a quiet candlelight dinner when I decided to bring up the conversation.
“Jihad, I need to talk to you about something,” I said as I put down my fork.
“Don’t tell me I’m about to become a daddy again?” He joked as he looked me in the eyes.
“Of course not,” I blurted out without thinking.
“Damn, babes. You said that like it’s such a bad thing.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I just know we both have busy schedules, and having a baby will definitely require our full attention.” I tried my best to clean it up.
“A’ight, I hear you. But what you need to holla at me about?” I could see he was a little bit annoyed.
“I mean, we’ve been dating for months now. You practically live here. So, I was thinking about us taking it to the next level. I mean, why don’t you move in here? I know the going back and forth can become a bit hectic at times, especially when you got to get up early.”
“I thought the same thing the other day, but I didn’t want you to feel like I was moving too fast. Plus, you know I got my daughter. I mean, she can still live with mom dukes, but I would still have to go pick her up and drop her off at school.”
“Well, I mean, you can always bring Briana with you. I have extra bedrooms, and we have excellent schools over here.”
“Yeah, well, I’ma have to talk with her mom to see if she would be okay with that.”
“I thought you had full custody of Briana?” I shot him a strange look.
“I have physical custody of her, but her mom and I share the weekends and holidays. You know Keisha kind of ratchet, so I’ma run it by her first. The last thing I need is some drama from her.”
I agreed with him; he needs to handle that shit. I didn’t have time for no loudmouthed baby mama and her antics.
“Okay, handle your business. It’s up to you if you want to bring her over here. The offer still remains.”
“You know you’re a different kind of woman.”
“Hmm, maybe you just need to stop making babies with ghetto, loudmouthed bitches.”
“Ouch. That was a low blow.”
“Sorry. You know I’ma call it like I see it.”
“You know I love you and that no filter-ass attitude. I got to run, though. I’ll be back around 9:00 p.m.”
“Okay, love.”
We kissed, and he left. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that out loud, but I’ve never met his baby mama. From what I learned, she was a stripper when he met her, and they started dating. A few months later, she got pregnant. She wasn’t ready to quit shaking her ass, so she gave her daughter to him and his mama. This was why I was confused about why he was so concerned about letting that ho know that he and his daughter were moving in. Why the fuck would he need approval from a bitch that left her child in the first place? This was definitely my cue to start paying attention to this nigga and his baby mama. I need to know if he was still fucking her on the low.
Alyssa
Bitches, bitches, bitches. Just because a motherfucking ring is on your finger and you and the nigga have the same last name, it doesn’t mean you own the nigga. Yeah, I know I’ma ruffle a few feathers with this one, but I don’t give a fuck. My mother was a side bitch for years, and I was the product of that relationship. See, I was too young to understand what was happening at the time. All I know is Daddy used to come to the house daily, but right around nine, ten o’clock, his ass would hug me and kiss me good night. I remember asking Mama why Daddy always had to leave. She would look at me and say, “Child, you too young to understand.” Nah, what it was is this nigga had to make it home to his wife and his two other children.
It wasn’t until my seventeenth birthday that I fully understood what the fuck was going on. My birthday party was happening, but Daddy had to go as usual. Yes, during my party, this nigga whispered to me he was leaving. I watched as Mama said something to him, threw a drink in his face, and dashed off. He followed right behind her. My nosy behind wanted to know what was going on and why my parents had just created a scene in front of all my little friends and a few grown-ups. I started to go into Mama’s room, but the door was closed. I could hear loud talking, so I tiptoed closer to the door and placed my ear up against it.
“Jay, I’m tired of this shit. It’s my baby’s birthday. Scratch that. It’s our baby’s birthday, and you talkin’ ’bout you gotta go home to this bitch.”
“Gloria, you’re being unfair. You know, if I could stay longer, I would. But Denise already texting me talking ’bout where I’m at.”
“Fuck her, James. I don’t give a fuck about that bitch or them kids you have wit’ her ass. You promised me years ago you was gon’ divorce that ho and marry me. Here we are seventeen years later, and you still ain’t leave the bitch yet. How about I call up her ass and let her know her man, matter of fact, her husband, has been creeping around with me and fathered a beautiful daughter? How ’bout that, James?”
“Gloria, you know damn well you can’t do that. I told you, Denise sick and that’s the only reason why I’m still there with her. If you call her, you only gon’ make her worse.”
“You been saying that ho dying for years. Why the fuck she ain’t dead yet?”
“You know what, Gloria? You a cold-ass bitch. I’m gone. I’ll see you Friday when I get paid.”
I heard him walking to the door, so I hurried off and walked away. I was back in the living room when he walked out and smiled at everyone. He came over to me, kissed my forehead, and walked out. A few minutes later, Mama walked out, pretending like nothing was going on. I could tell she was crying, and behind that smile, she was hurting.
