Don’t Judge a Man by His Color

            His relocation, new job, and new life seemed to be going very well.  It had only been two weeks and he was assigned to a high profile federal case that looked like he was going to win any day now.  Tonight was the icing on the cake.  He was sitting across from a beautiful woman in one of the most expensive restaurants in town, and judging by how the date was going there was a high chance that he wouldn’t be working himself to sleep tonight at least not on his case.  He had plans of putting in work in an entirely different way.  He smiled almost giggling at the thought. 

            “What’s so amusing?”  Her voice was high pitched almost grading, but he looked passed that. She had other attributes to overshadow that slight annoyance.

            “Oh, nothing.  I’m just having a wonderful time tonight.  I hope you are enjoying yourself as well.”

            She licked her lips as if preparing to have him as her next course.  “Oh yes.  I am hav… .”

            Some thing made him turn away from her in mid sentence.  It was almost as if something was drawing his mind, body, and attention towards the hostess podium.  He watch as five of the most gorgeous women approached the hostess.  It appeared as if he wasn’t the only man in the room that caught sight of them.  Some of the men appeared on the verge of drooling. 

            He normally wasn’t so rude.  Being a southern man and raised by probably the most notable southern bell in Mississippi, ignoring a woman to ogle other women was almost a sin to his upbringing.  However, he couldn’t turn away. 

            All five women were beautiful, but there was one that was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.  He knew that to be true because for the past two years he had been comparing every other woman’s beauty to hers and none have even come close.   

            He watched as the waitress sat the women.  She looked sad or was that anger.  He could never tell with her.  He had wanted to find out, but with her it was always business.  Except for that one night the he couldn’t seem to forget no matter how hard he tried. 

            “Do you know those women?”  That voice.  Now it seemed to be screeching.  It drew his attention back to her.  She appeared to be trying to hide her anger. 

            “I’m so sorry.  That was incredibly rude of me.  I know one of them.  We worked together a couple of years ago.”  He took his napkin from his lap and signaled to the waiter.  He had no intention of discussing his thoughts with this woman.  In fact, he had just decided that their date was over.  “Are you ready to go?”

            He watched her down her full glass of wine.  She was obviously angered by his unabashedly rude behavior. 

            He ignored her and threw two hundred dollars on the table.  He knew that would cover the check and give the waiter a huge tip. 

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            “Girl, don’t look but there is a fine ass white man looking over here.”  Three of the five women looked over at the table almost simultaneously.  “I told you heifers not to look.”

            “Damn!  He is fine.” 

            “Stop looking.  His date just give us the evil eye.”

            They all laughed. 

            “Wait.  I think they are coming over here.”

            “Get the hell out.  The way that woman was looking over here.  He must be crazy or have a kick in the balls wish if he brings her anywhere near this table.”

            The silent woman of the four sucked her teeth.  “Y’all act like you never saw a good looking man before.”

            “Oh my god!  He’s coming over here.”

            The handsome man approached the table with his woman friend in tow.  She seemed like she was ready to punch him in the back of his head as she followed closely behind.  

“Breanna?”

#

            Bree looked up from her menu.  A surprised and happy looked appeared on her face as if by magic.  He used to have that affect on her; he was happy knowing that he still did.  She quickly got up and almost threw herself into his open arms. 

            He kissed her on the cheek.  The kissed appeared innocent at first, but his lips lingered just a little too long which caught the attention of the other four women not to mention the blonde standing just behind him. 

            “Nick!  Oh my goodness.  How are you?”  Bree pulled herself from his embrace. 

            Nick smiled.  He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.  She hadn’t changed a bit.  Her hair was longer but her soft cocoa skin was still almost lickable.  He had been accustomed to seeing her in jeans and a black t-shirt, which was the customary uniform for FBI agents.  Tonight she had ditched the jeans and T for a strapless black dress that hugged her body and gave definition to all of her luscious curves.  Her perfume lingered between them.  The sight and smell of her was causing him to become erect.

            “I’m doing well.”  His thick southern drawl was unmasked.  “How are you?”

            “What are you doing here?”  He notice that she hadn’t answered his question.  Bree was probably the most honest person he knew as well as the most attentive.  So he knew she heard the question and that she intentionally avoided answering it.

            “I live here.  I’m at the U.S. Attorney’s office.”

He noticed the wrinkle in her brow.  “How did I miss that?”

“The office has been keeping it on the low.  I’m working on a high profile case.”

One of the four women sitting at the table cleared her throat.  Bree ignored her.  Nick laughed and turned to the women.  “Hello ladies.  I’m Nicholas Jakes.  Breanna and I worked together at the Bureau in D.C.” 

The woman closest to him extended her hand.  “Excuse our friend.  I’m Lynette.  Are you the new chief in the criminal division?”

He was surprised that she knew that.  His expression conveyed his question without words.  Lynette answered him before he could add words to his expression.

“I work in the civil division.  We knew you were coming onboard but we had no idea when. It’s nice to meet you.  These are our other friends.”  She pointed to each of the women as the introduced them by first name only. 

  Nick nodded his head to them as Lisa, Janicia, and Ayana smiled their greeting.

Through the corner of his eye he saw his date move towards him.  He had almost forgotten she was there.  He turned and placed his hand on the small of her back as she moved closer to him.  It was a little too close for his comfort.  “This is Kristen.” 

Bree extended her hand to the woman.  Kristen accepted Bree’s hand as if it had something nasty on it.  Nick noticed Bree’s top lip slightly twist into a snarl.  He knew it was time for him and Kristen to go.  One thing he knew about Bree was that she was not to be played with or disrespected, and Kristen had just managed to do both of those things within a matter of seconds.

He reached into his pocket and retrieved a business card and pen.  He quickly turned the card over and wrote his home and cell number on the back before handing it to Bree.  He pulled her back into his arms as he whispered in her ear. 

“Call me.  We still have unfinished business.”  Nick felt her body shiver.  He liked that.  He pulled her a little closer before releasing her and turning back to the women sitting at the table.  “It was nice to meet all of you.  Lynette, I’ll see you in the office on Monday.  It’ll be nice to have a familiar face there.”

#

All five women were silent as they watched Nick and his date leave the restaurant.  Bree knew it was coming so she took the moment to collect her thoughts and prepare herself for the barrage of questions that her four nosey friends would ask. 

“Who the hell was that and why is this the first time we have ever heard he existed.”  True to form, Ayana started the bitch session.  She asked the question as if she had ever right to know everything about Bree’s life.

“Bree, I think he was flirting with you.  If you didn’t feel the heat coming off of him, I know ole girl did.  His date looked like she was about to throw down.”  Janicia, the most observant of the crew, spoke as if she was the only one who noticed the obvious attraction between Nick and Bree.

“I wish she would have.  I would have beaten that heifer down to the ground.”  Lisa, a newly changed woman after catching her husband cheating on her with another man, was ready to fight at every opportunity.  This new found aggression was beneficial to her family law practice, but she had no business trying to take her fight out of the court room.  She couldn’t kill a roach let along beat someone to the ground.  Bree laughed at the thought of her in a fist fight.

“This isn’t funny, Bree.  Spill it.  Who is that, and don’t tell us something stupid like he’s just someone you know.  It’s obviously something more to it than that.  I haven’t seen you smile like that in lord knows when.”  Lynette the mother of the group, and the only mother in the group, spoke with authority and demanded answers that Bree knew she had no choice but to give. 

“Nick and I worked on a case two years ago.  He was actually my superior.  On the night that we closed the case, we almost slept together. “  Bree blurted the last sentence out as if she was placing an order for a steak cooked medium well. 

“What!?”  All four women stated the question at the same time with the same tone of surprise.

Bree rolled her eyes at all of them.  She knew she would have to give all of it up or there would be no living with them. 

“Look it’s no big deal.  We celebrated the night that we closed the case and we had a little too much to drink and one thing led to another.  It didn’t happen.  After that night, I didn’t see him again.  I got assigned to another case and shortly after that I requested to be reassigned back here.  End of story.”

“Bull shit.”  Ayana sat up in her seat.  “For one, we all know that you getting drunk isn’t something that you would do.  Two, we also know that you getting involved with a man doesn’t equate to one thing leading to another.”

Bree rolled her eyes, and waited for the rest of them to chime in.  To her surprise they didn’t.  Ayana had wrapped it all up for them. 

She breathed out a frustrated breath.  She looked to Lynette.  Lynette was always the one out of the four of them that had her back in situations like this.  Not this time; Lynette crossed her arms below her breasts and sat back waiting for her answer.

“Okay.  Alright.  Nick and I had this strong attraction to one another.  We chose to ignore it while we were working the case.  Acting on something like that at that time could have been very dangerous giving the circumstances.  But when the case was over, so was the truce.  Nick put all of his cards on the table.  He told me exactly how he felt and for a few moments everything seemed so perfect between us.”  Bree put up her hand and seemingly pinched the air with her thumb and index finger.  “We were that close to doing it.  But I couldn’t.”

A sad look crossed Janicia’s face.  She was the romantic out of the bunch.  “Why, Bree?  He seems so nice.  And that accent would have had my panties melting to the floor.”

Bree shook her head as she began to speak.  “It’s complicated.”

Lisa contorted her face.  “It’s complicated?  Bitch, please.  My life is complicated.”

Bree looked at Lisa as if she had just sprouted a second head.  “You got just one more time to call me a bitch.”

Lynette, waved her hand in front of the two ladies.  “We don’t have time for that.  Bree, sweet, what happened.  Is it because he’s white?”

“Partly.” 

The waitress came over and took their orders.  After she left, Lynette turned back to Bree.  “Bree, you know we are your sisters.  You can tell us anything.  We got your back in all things.”

“I know.  It’s just really complicated.”  Bree gave Lisa a sharp look and waited for her to concede before continuing.  “I don’t consider myself a racist, but I love black men.  I have nothing against other people dating outside of their race.  Hell, that ain’t got shit to do with me.  All of this was elementary for me until Nick.   Something clicked with us.  And no matter how hard I tried to deny it, I couldn’t.  I was happy when my request to be reassigned was approved.  I figured out of sight out of mind.”

Janicia, had tried that before, but for her it didn’t work, and she knew it wasn’t working for Bree, but she had to ask.  “Did it work?”

“Hell no.  Y’all know I haven’t dated anyone since being back here.  Now you know why.  I just can’t shake him.”

The old Lisa suddenly resurfaced.  Bree needed the old Lisa.  “Bree, God made us all different not to separate us but help connect us as people regardless of our outward trappings, skin, and or culture.  If he’s under your skin, it shouldn’t matter the color of his.  Don’t judge a man by his color.”

Bree laughed.  “Don’t you mean, don’t judge a book by its cover?”

All five women laughed as the waitress placed their drinks in front of them.

“Okay, let’s get real.  I’m a cop.  A federal cop, but a cop nonetheless.  I spend the majority of my time investigating, interrogating, beating the shit out of, and arresting black men.  What kind of trifling heifer would I be, if after doing all of that at the end of the night I lay down and spread my legs for a white man?”

Ayana pick up her glass of white zinfandel and took a long drink.  “Damn!  That shit is too deep for me.”

Lynette rolled her eyes at Ayana.  “Bree, I see where you are coming from, but at the end of the day it shouldn’t matter that the man that makes you happy isn’t black.  I married a black man and that son-of-a-bitch cheated on me after years of what I thought was a happy marriage.  Lisa married a black man.  A preacher! And that bastard was screwing the deacon in the church.  You have got to find a man who will love and treat you the way God intended.  If that man so happens to be white, I say fuck who ever can’t understand that.  This is your life not anyone else’s.”

#

Bree walked into her townhouse an immediately kicked off her shoes at the front door.  She loved going out with her girls but tonight was rough. Seeing Nick threw her for a loop and going through the Spanish inquisition was enough to give her a headache. 

Ding Dong

“Shit.  Who the hell can that be?” 

Bree padded her way to the door.  She looked at the security monitor to see Nick standing there.  She opened the door and allowed him to come in. 

“I couldn’t wait for you to call.  As I said at the restaurant, we have some unfinished business.”

© 2009 Kayorcee Coleman  

No Regrets

“Girl, I don’t know about this?”  Lisa looked at her four best-friends.  She was regretting getting them involved.   She loved them.  They were more like sisters than friends.  And like sisters they ewer all here to have her back.  Usually she would be concerned about Bree being involved in something that involved confrontation; however, Bree was the most level headed today.  Ayana who was usually neutral was the one in rear form.  Lynette and Janicia egged Ayana on.   

                “Stop tripping.”  Ayana moved past Lisa.  Lisa had to jump in front of her to stop her from going towards the door that lead to her husband’s office.

                “Lets just talk about this first.  We need a plan. We can’t just bust in there and say ‘Gotcha!’”  What Lisa really wanted to do was usher her friends out of the church that her husband pastored and pretend that what was happening wasn’t really happening to her and her life.

                Lynette, usually the voice of reason, held out her hands in confusion and said, “What do we need to talk about?  We all know what your husband is doing right now.  And besides that being just straight up nasty, it’s downright wrong that he’s doing it in the house of God.  What we are going to do is catch his ass…”  Lynette covered her mouth, closed her eyes and spoke into the air. “Lord, please forgive me.”  After the short prayer she continued.  “We are going to catch him in the act and then dare him to fight the divorce you want.  You do want to divorce him right?”

                Lisa straightened her back.  She was unsure about a lot of things, but divorcing the hypocrite posing as Reverend-Doctor Pastor Maureese Donaldson wasn’t one of them.   Watching her husband getting pounded from behind by another man was all it took to cement her resolve on divorce.  It would be a come-to-Jesus revival in hell before she considered remaining married to Maureese.  She was done.  That wasn’t the question.  How she ended it was. 

                “Yes, I want a divorce.”

                Janicia piped up.  “Well what are we waiting for?  Let’s do the damn thing!”

                Lisa rolled her eyes.  “Look y’all need to stop cussing in the house of the Lord.”  She stared first at Lynette, then at Janicia, and then she directed a long stare at Bree.  She knew it was only a matter of time before foul things started tumbling out of her mouth.  “All I’m saying is that blackmail is wrong, not to mention, it’s also against the law.”

                Ayana huffed out a frustrated sigh.  “We aren’t blackmailing anyone.”

                Lisa shot an unbelieving look at Ayana.  “Okay. Then tell me what the camera is for.”

                Ayana smiled. “It’s for evidence in your divorce proceedings.”

                “This is a no-fault divorce state.  We don’t need evidence. “  Lisa reached for the camera.

                Ayana moved it out of her reach.  “I know the divorce statute in this state, so stop trying to school me on insignificant points of law.  This camera is for leverage.  How easy do you think it will be to get a divorce from that holier-than-thou, down-low husband of yours?”  Ayana paused for an answer.  When Lisa didn’t offer her one she continued. “That’s what I thought.  Look Lisa, we love you and we only want the best for you.  You know Maureese won’t let you out of your marriage without a nasty fight making you look bad in the process. He is more concerned about what his congregation thinks than he is about you and what you want.”

                Lisa slumped her shoulders.  Ayana was right.  If she wanted out of her marriage, she had no choice but to go ahead with their plan.  Just when she was about to acquiesce, Bree took her by the arm and started walking with her down the hall. 

                “I’m tired of all of this.  We are going to do this now.”  They all stopped at the door that led to the stairwell that would lead them to the third floor of the church where her husband’s office was.  Bree held her hand out. “Where’s the key?”

                The door was always locked, and as far as her husband knew, he was the only one who had a key.  Anyone wanting to get through the door, had to be buzzed in from him.   Lisa made a key to the door three years ago, for the sole purpose of helping her husband by cleaning.  Maureese squashed that idea when he explained to her that he kept the door locked, because he had some confidential files in his office.  Lisa didn’t think twice about that explanation.  Her husband counseled many of his parishioners on a lot of delicate and personal issues.  She respected that he wanted to keep their business confidential, even from her.  As a lawyer, she knew all about confidentiality privileges.  She never told him that she had a key to the door.  Truthfully, it slipped her mind. She secretly thanked God that she didn’t tell him; otherwise, she would have never known what her husband was up to. 

                Lisa pulled the key out of her purse and handed it to Bree.  Bree held the door open.  It was apparent to Lisa that Bree was waiting for her to leed the way. 

                As they got closer to her husband’s office, Lisa felt her stomach sour.  Her mouth started to involuntarily water as bile churned in her stomach.  It felt as if she was moving in slow motion, but she knew that she hadn’t slowed her pace.  When they go to the top of the stairs, she turned and looked at her friends.  She recognized determination and sympathy in their faces.  Lisa wanted to cry. 

                Lynette placed a hand on her arm.  “Sweetie, you can do this.  Trust me.” 

                Lisa did trust her.  If Lynette could get through a messy divorce with her cheating husband, she could get through it as well.  The only difference, Lynette’s husband wasn’t sleeping with men and he wasn’t a pastor of a church.  In just that moment, a thought occurred to Lisa.  Did those differences really matter?   She smiled at Lynette when the answer came to her just as fast.  No!  It didn’t matter.  Lynette's husband was a liar and a cheat, and just as Lynette didn’t deserve a man like that in her life, neither did she. 

                They all could hear the grunting as they got closer to Maureese’s office.  Out of the corner of Lisa’s eye she could see Ayana preparing the camera to document her husband’s infidelity. 

                Unlike the last time, the door to the office was closed.  Lisa put her hand on the knob and before turning it she took one more look at her friends for the strength that she knew they would give her. 

Lisa turned the knob and walked in on a sight.  Ayana pushed passed her and quickly started snapping shots.  Deacon Wilson was sitting in Maureese’s chair with his hand on the back of Maureese’s head while Maureese knelled between his wide open legs.  Maureese had a mouth full of the Deacon’s dick lodged in what seemed to be Maureese’s throat.  Lisa was surprised that the first thought that came to her mind was, “Damn, that motherfucker is better at that shit than I am.” 

                Maureese jumped up and started pulling up his pants.  His dick was still hard from him jacking himself off as he was giving Deacon Wilson a hell of a blow job.  He tried to stuff his now deflating penis into his pants.   When he finally had his pants up, he turned to Lisa and started with the cheater’s anthem.

                “Lisa.  I’m sorry.  Please.  It’s not…”

                Lynette stepped up and cut him off in mid sentence.  “It’s not what?  It’s not what she thinks?  You just had a mouth full of dick and it’s not.  Nigga please!  It is!  You were sucking another man’s dick.  That’s all it is.” 

                Lisa had never seen Lynette that mad.  She had to pull Lynette back as Lynette was moving past her and closer to Maureese.

                Mauresse kept his attention on Lisa.  “Lisa, please.  You have to understand.  I am fighting a spiritual war here.  I have a sexual sin that I have been warring against.  Please…”

                Deacon Wilson slowly stood and pulled his pants up.  He seemed to have a smirk on his face.  She thought he would have been just as desperate as her husband appeared to be, but that wasn’t the case.  His next words proved that point clear.  “Mo, don’t beg that bitch.  You should be glad that it’s out in the open.  She needed to know anyway.”    

                Bree stepped to Deacon Wilson.  “Shut the fuck up and sit your ass back down!”

                Deacon Wilson turned to Bree with fire in his eyes.  “Who are you talking to?”

                “I’m talking to you?  I thought that was clear; you stupid bastard.”

                “Look, bitch …”

                Bree smiled.  Lisa bristled.  That smile wasn’t one of welcome.  “Say bitch one more time, Sweetness, and I will kick your ass so hard the next time you kiss the reverend over there he’ll be able to lick your balls at the same time he has his tongue deep in your mouth. “

                Lisa had to put an end to all of this or else all of them were going to jail.  “Bree, stop it!”

                Bree held up her hands and backed up. 

                Lisa turned to her husband.  “I want a divorce.  I don’t care what kind of sin you are fighting.  That is between you and God.  If I wasn’t a God fearing woman, I would cut off the thing that offends you and you wouldn’t have to worry about your sexual sin.  But I’m not trying to be Lorena Bobbitt today.”  Lisa took steps closer to her husband as she spoke.  “Today, I am trying to rid my life of an infestation that is you.  You lying, self righteous, hypocrite!”    After spitting out the last word, she drew back her hand and slapped the shit out of Maureese.  He took two steps back due to the force of her blow. 

Janicia grabbed her arm in full swing before she could strike him again.  “Lisa, we have what we came here to get.  Lets just go.”

Ayana moved closer to Maureese and held up the camera for effect.  “If I were you, I wouldn’t contest this divorce.  Otherwise your precious congregation will know exactly what you and the good Deacon do up here after Sunday service.”

Janicia snarled at Maureese.  “Don’t bother coming home tonight, or any other night for that matter.  You don’t live there anymore. “ Janicia turned with Lisa and walked with her arm around her as they left the office.

Bree wasn’t done yet.  She smiled at Deacon Wilson again.  “As a consolation prize for you, expect a call from your local IRS agent.  I have a sneaking suspicion that you are about to be audited.”

Consequences

            Saturday.  That was Lynette’s favorite day of the week.  Not that the rest of the week was so bad, but working as an Assistant United State’s Attorney in the criminal division took up a lot of her time during the week.  Spending time with the ones she loved the most, her two children and her husband, was reserved for Saturday.

            Ring…  Ring… Ring…

            Lynette looked at the wall clock.  1:30.  Butterflies fluttered in her stomach.  She was always surprised when that happened, although it happened almost every time she knew she was about to see or talk to her husband. 

            “Hey, daddy.” 

            “Hey, baby.”  She could hear the smile in his voice.  “I’m just wrapping up.  I have a few more students left to talk to before I head home.  What you want to do tonight?”

            Dr. Jerome Davis was a University Professor.  He started his career as a professor teaching as an adjunct instructor at the community college.  Even after finishing his dissertation and becoming full professor at the University he kept his appointment at the community college teaching on Saturday.  He had a love for community college because that’s how he entered higher education. 

            “How about we take the kids to the miniature golf course and then catch a movie.  They wanted to see that new Pixar movie that came out last weekend.”

            “That sounds like a plan.  But what can we do tonight, momma.”  His seductive laugh said volumes. 

            “Don’t worry about that.  I got you.  You know that.”  The sexual banter was actually turning her on. 

            “Alright, baby.  I have to go.  I have a student at the door and I know there are others I need to talk to so let me wrap this up so I can come home and take care of you.” 

            After ending the call, Lynette smiled to herself.  She actually was in love with her life, not to mention people in it.  She looked up as her son came in the room chewing something she knew was a toy or some item that wasn’t meant to be chewed on. 

            “Baby spit that out and go get dressed.  Daddy will be here shortly.  We’re going out as soon as he gets home.”  She watched him literally spit the object onto the floor.  “Jay, pick that up and put it in the trash.  I told you about spitting things on the floor.  That is just nasty.” 

            “I’m sorry mommy.  Where are we going?”  Lynette told him the plans for the evening.  She smiled as she watched his face light up and just as if a “go” switch was turned on; he ran out of the room and did what she asked. 

            While the kids were getting dressed, Lynette also got dressed.  She took extra care and paid special attention to the way she looked on Saturdays.  Her make-up had to be just right and her outfit had to highlight her features.  Although she was 40, she had the body of a 25-year-old and the face of a 29-year-old.  She smiled at her reflection.

            “Mommy, when are we leaving?”  Jay screamed the same question for what seemed like the 20^th time since he finished dressing himself. 

            Lynette looked down at her watch, furrowed her brow and answered him for what seemed like the 40^th time.  “As soon as daddy gets home.”  It had been almost an hour and a half since Jerome called.  She picked up the phone and dialed his office.  She knew some times he could get wrapped up with his students and lose track of time.  Usually she wouldn’t call and interrupt, but her son was getting on her nerves.  The phone rang and rang than went to voice mail.  She hung up without leaving a message.   She dialed his cell.  The phone picked up after the third ring, but she didn’t hear Jerome say hello.

            “Jerome, are you there?”

            She waited for an answer but she didn’t get one.  She heard something.  Maybe he was in the middle of a conversation and he wanted to wrap it up before he said hello.  He often did that.  She waited.  She listened.  Then she heard what she thought was a moan.  She squinted her eyes, turned off the television, shut her bedroom door and listened again.  Then she heard a grunt.  Her heart started beating fast.  She looked down at her phone to make sure she dialed the right number.  There was a picture of her husband kissing her on the cheek.  That was the ID picture for his phone.  Yes, she dialed the right number.  This can’t be happening. 

            “Jerome!”

            Still, no answer.  This time she heard his voice, but she knew he wasn’t speaking to her.

            “Yeah, baby.  Do it like that.  Ahhh  Yes.  You are really working for that ‘A’.  I want to fuck that sweet pussy, baby, but you are working hard on that dick.  Yes!  Suck it.  Make it bust.”

            Lynette felt like she was going to pass out.  She couldn’t breath, but she also couldn’t stop listening to her husband getting his dick sucked by one of his students.  She didn’t know it but she was crying.  No, she was sobbing into the phone.

            “Jerome!!!  Jerome!!!  No, please don’t do this!!”  She was yelling at the top of her lungs.  He daughter came to the door and knocked.

            “Mommy…  Mommy… Are you alright.” 

            Her daughter’s panicked voice was enough to snap her back into reality.  She couldn’t let her children see her this way.   She quickly hung up the phone, locked her bedroom door and spoke to her child through the door in a voice as calm as she could make it.  “Yes, baby.  Get ready to go.  Auntie Breanna is coming over to get you and your brother.  We can’t go to the golf course today.  I promise to make it up to you.”

            Lynette knew her children weren’t stupid.  In fact, they were the smartest kids she knew.  She knew even before her daughter spoke she didn’t buy what she had said.  “Okay.  Are you sure you are alright?  I thought I heard you crying.”

            “Yes, baby.  I’m fine.  I just got some bad news.  It will be alright.  Please listen out for Bree and open the door for her okay, sweet.”

            “Okay.” 

            Lynette waited for her daughter’s foot steps to fade away from the door before calling Breanna. 

            “Bree.  I need a big favor.”

            “Girl, what’s wrong.  It sounds like you’ve been crying.”

            Lynette couldn’t hold herself together any longer.  “I just caught Jerome cheating on me.” 

            “Are you sure?  Lyn, I don’t believe it.  That man loves you.  He wouldn’t cheat.” 

            “I would’ve bet my life on that too, but I’m sure.  I heard him with my own ears.  Look Bree, I can’t talk about this right now.  Can you please come and get the kids for me.  I can’t let them see me like this, and he’s going to be home soon.”

            “Alright.  I’m on my way.”

#

            Jerome pulled up in the drive way.  He was later than usual so he stopped off and picked up a bunch of roses for Lynette.  He walked through the door and something felt strange.  “Hey guys.  Daddy’s home.”  He walked through the house towards the kitchen.  Usually his son ran full speed at him when he came home, but it didn’t seem like there was anyone home.  He saw Lynette’s car in the driveway so he knew they were there.  “Where is everyone?”

            He went upstairs.  Still, no one.  He noticed his bedroom door closed, which was strange.  They usually left their door open so that the kids knew they could come in.   The door was only closed when he and Lynette were making love.  He turned the knob and immediately heard Lynette crying.  He rushed in and found her curled up on her side of the bed sobbing. 

            “Baby, what’s wrong?”  He reached out to hold her.  She recoiled. 

            “Don’t touch me!  You bastard.” She jumped off the bed.

            “Lyn what’s wrong!?”

            Jerome watched his sweet wife transform in front of his eyes from a coiled up baby sobbing on the bed to the angry black woman standing in front of him ready to fight. 

            She snarled.  “Where were you?”

            “Baby, you know I was working.  I had a couple of students that needed a little more help.  I’m sorry it took me so long.”  Jerome was nervous.  He knew where he was but there was no way she could know.  But her face was telling him that she knew exactly where he was and what he was doing.

            “You lying motherfucker.  Tell the truth!  Where were you?”

            “I told you.  I was at the college.  What’s going on?”  He took a couple of steps towards her and as soon as he was in reach she hauled back and slapped him hard across the face.

            “Don’t lie to me.  We have been married 15 years.  The least you owe me is the truth.  How long have you been fucking your students?”  Her eyes narrowed. With those words it felt like his heart stopped. 

            His face was stinging but somehow the fact that she knew he was cheating on her numbed the pain.  His mouth hung open.  His brain thought of all kinds of lies he could tell, but his wife wasn’t some stupid woman that he can just lie to and get away with it.  She was a U.S. Attorney for God’s sake.  He had to tell the truth if he was going to have any chance in hell to turn this around.

            “Baby…”

            “Don’t call me Baby.  You piece of shit.”

            “Lynette, please, I’m sorry.  Baby, I’m sorry.”

            “You’re damn right you’re sorry.  How long has this been going on?” 

He saw her shaking and then he saw a tear roll down her face.  His heart broke and he actually felt the pain of it.  Although he had been cheating on her, he actually never wanted to hurt her, as crazy as that seemed.  “Can we sit down and talk about this please.”

Her face scrunched in disgust.  “Sit down and talk!?  Are you fucking insane?”

“Lynette, baby, I’m sorry.  Please believe me.  I never wanted to hurt you.  I love….”

Before he could get the three words that he knew offended her most out of his mouth, she slapped him again, this time harder.  Again he didn’t feel it.  

She spit the next works out.  “You love me!?”

“Yes!  I don’t know how you found out, but it didn’t mean anything.  I love you and the kids.  I love us.  Please give me a chance to explain.”  He took a step back so he wasn’t in swinging range. 

“What is there to explain Jerome?”  Just then he saw her anger turn into heart wrenching pain.  She sobbed.  He had never seen her that way before.  Lynette was the strongest woman he knew.  She didn’t break down like he was seeing.  When her mother died three years ago, she shed tears and mourned in the expected way a daughter mourns the passing of her mother.  However, what he was seeing was something he had never seen before.  He hated himself for what he had done to his sweet wife.  All she had ever done since they met more than 17 years ago was try to make him happy.  She had never done anything to cause him pain, and he had done this to her.  She really didn’t deserve what was happening to her. 

He walked over to her not caring if she smacked him again.  He wrapped his arms around her and cried with her as he talked, apologized and plead.  He couldn’t lose her.  She meant everything to him.  They curled up together on the floor and he talked to her for an hour without stopping.  He explained how his infidelity started, and how he never associated his cheating with his feelings for her.  It was something that was only attributed to him and his own issues.  He also tried to explain that although he stepped out on their marriage he didn’t love her any less, and that the affairs had nothing to do with love.  He actually told her that his cheating had nothing to do with her.  When he was finished talking, apologizing and pleading, he sat there on the floor with her and held her as she sobbed.  The sun went down and blanketed the room in darkness.  He felt her sobs lessen and her shaking turned into slight trembles.  She was trying to catch her breath in-between sniffs. 

He kissed the top of her head.  “Baby, I’m sorry.  Please, don’t leave me.”

He felt her pull back out of his tight embrace.  She reached up.  He braced himself for another hit.  She caressed his face.  “How can I leave the only man I will ever love?”          

Knock…  Knock…  Bam…. Bam… Bam…

#

            Jerome slowly opened his eyes.  He turned in the bed and reached out for Lynette.  The space beside him was empty and cold.  He rubbed his eyes and looked around for her.  Then he realized she wasn’t there.  In fact, she had never been there. 

            Bam… Bam… Bam…  Jerome recognized the sounds as someone at his front door. He slowly got out of bed.

            “Hold on!  I’m coming.”

            He opened the door to a young man who looked to be a messenger.  “Dr. Jerome Davis?”

            “Yes?” 

            The young man reached in his messenger bag and pulled out a thick envelope and handed it to him.  “You have been served.  Have a good day.”  The young man smiled before turning and walking away. 

            Jerome looked down at the envelope as he closed the door.  His hands shook as he opened the package.  He pulled out what he knew to be divorce papers.  He slid down against the door and cried. 

            What had happened had only been a dream of how he wished things had turned out. 

            He tried to read the documents as the reality of what actually happened almost six months ago played in his mind. 

#

            Jerome had pulled up to his house with roses in his hand.  That part actually happened.  And the reasons for him having the roses were also true.  However, when he drove up Lynette’s car wasn’t in the driveway.  He thought that was strange. 

            He opened the door and yelled out to his family as he walked toward the kitchen.  “Hey family, I’m home.”  When he entered the kitchen he saw Lynette’s best-friend Breanna sitting at his kitchen table reading an Essence magazine.  “Hey, Bree.  Where’s Lynette?”

            Breanna looked up at him with distain.  The corner of her lip curled up in disgust.  “Don’t worry about that.”

            Of all of Lynette’s friends, he liked Breanna the most.  She was the godmother to their children.  They had actually made it legal by writing a will leaving custody of the children to her in the event that something happened to both of them and they were no longer able to care for their children.  However, he couldn’t understand why she was acting like a bitch to him.  He put down his briefcase and asked the question again.  “Look Bree, I’m in no mood to play games.  Where’s Lynette.”

            She stood with her hands on her hips.  “Like I told you a second ago.  Don’t worry about that.  Look, I’m actually here to save your life.  So all you have to do is say thank you.   Then get your shit and get the hell out.”

            “What the hell are you talking about?”  Jerome was losing his patience. 

            “I’m not going to explain this to you any more than I already have.  So I’ll give you a hint on what’s going on.  Look at your phone and check when was the last time you received a call from Lynette and then look at how long that call lasted.”

            Jerome did as Breanna said.  When he found the call she was speaking of, his face lost all of its color.  He actually looked gray.  He felt like he was going to throw-up. 

            Seeing that look on his face, Breanna knew he connected the dots.  “Okay now that we are on the same page.  For the last time, I’ll repeat myself.  Get your shit and get the hell out.”

            Jerome looked up at Breanna.  There was no way that bitch was going to demand that he leave his own house.  “No!  You get your shit and get the hell out.”  He took a step towards her.

            She dropped her arms.  “Don’t make me kick your natural black ass and put you out of here myself.”

            Jerome looked at her again.  Lynette was indeed smart.  She didn’t call one of her acrylic nail wearing, Gucci bag carrying, prim and proper friends to deal with him.  She called the one woman that he knew if it pleased her, she had the ability and skill to do exactly what she said.  Breanna was an elite member of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.  She was trained in hand-to-hand combat and he knew for a fact that she had at one time in career killed a man without the use of a gun. 

            “Bree, look we go way back.  You got to help me.  Just tell me where she is.”

            “Nee-Grow.  I don’t got to do shit but stay black, die and kick your ass if you don’t get the fuck out of here within the next ten minutes.”

            Jerome did everything in his power to hold back the tears as he watched his life fall apart.  “I just need to talk to her.  Please just tell me where she is.”

            “She’s gone.”

© 2009 Kayorcee              

I was listening to Dreaming with a Broken Heart by John Meyer when I wrote this.  Listen to the song and you will hear my inspiration.      

I normally don't post blogs like this one.  But....  I decided to put a love quote of the day on my profile and I came across this one.  I had to share it with all of you because come tomorrow it will be gone from my profile.  Tell  me how or if this one moves you, because it definitely moved me. 

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, thats her...

UNKNOWN
 

I found mine y'all.  Have you found yours?

I Love You

Love is never easy.  There definitely should be a song with that as a title and if there was one out there somewhere, Janicia felt she should be the one to sing the verse, chorus and bridge.  For her love was definitely not easy. 

She was lying in the afterglow of an awesome orgasm when the man she had secretly loved for years, says to her, “Baby, I have to tell you something.”  Nothing good ever comes after that statement.  His next words were proof.  “It’s about Angela.”

Janicia closed her eyes and took a deep breath before diving into a subject she didn’t want to talk about.  That skank bitch Angela. 

Without looking up she sighed the words, “What about Angela.”

#

D’juan could feel his heart beat speeding up.  He had finally gotten what he had been wanting for a long time and it wasn’t sex.  He had Janicia.  However, with those three words, “What about Angela,” and how she said them; he felt her slipping away.   He braced himself for what would come next.  Although Janicia was the epitome of a lady, she was also a black woman and when a black woman is pissed off there is no holding her back.  What he was about to say was sure to piss her off. 

“She had my baby.” 

#

Janicia knew she didn’t just hear what he just said.  She looked up at him to get clarity.  Seeing that stupid look on his face, you know the one:  the one that say, “Baby, don’t be mad.  Let’s just talk this out.”  When he knows that he’s about to get his ass kicked, at least verbally.  That look was all she needed to confirm that she heard exactly what he just said, but she was going to make absolutely sure she did hear him correctly.  

She pulled back the cover and got out of the bed, forgetting she was completely nude and not caring even if she was fully aware.  She put her hand on her hips and asked, “What did you just say?”

D’juan sat up with his back against the head board.  She could hear him breath out a deep sigh before he answer her question with the exact words he said before, “She had my baby.”

“Oh, hell naw!  You just finish lying up with me, and the first thing out cha mouth is some shit about cha baby mamma.”  Janicia’s neck was in full swing punctuating every work as she spewed them out like slaps, punches and kicks.  It was on.

D’juan tried not to laugh.  It wasn’t her that was causing the amusement, because quite honestly he was a little afraid of what she was about to do next.  What was amusing was the fact that she was cussing him out and he was getting hard under the sheet watching her heavy breasts bounce as she talked.  He wanted her again, which was ridiculous under the circumstances.  He got out of the bed and put on his jeans.  Then he handed her his t-shirt.  “I can’t have this conversation with you standing in front of me naked like that.”

Janicia rolled her eyes and snatched the shirt.  After putting it on she reclaimed he akimbo position.  She watched for a second as he paced before he came to stand directly in front of her. 

“Janicia, look it’s not like that.”

“It’s not like what, Nee Grow.”

She wasn’t backing down.  He wiped his hand down his face.  “Janicia, please calm down and let’s just talk about this.  Okay?”

She crosses her arms in front of her just below her breast as she shifted her weight to her left leg.  He took that position change as her willingness to at least hear him out.  Although, the new stance screamed, “This better be good.”

“Okay, I got a call from my mom telling me that Angela really needed to talk to me.  When I finally decided to call her back, she told me she was pregnant.”  D’juan paused to give Janicia an opportunity to jump in. 

She threw dagger’s at him with her eyes and dared him with that look to continue.

“I got a call from her again on Thursday saying she gave birth to our son three months ago.  She asked me to come see him.  When I got free, I came.” 

Janicia squint her eyes in anger.  “Then why the hell are you here in my bed with me?  Shouldn’t you be somewhere trying to bond with your baby and his mother?”

D’juan blew out a long breath.  “It’s not like that.  When I got in town, all I could think about was you.  Even before I got in town, all I could think about was you.  I haven’t even gone to see Angela or the baby.  Baby, the first person I came to see, besides of my parents, was you.  I know that this situation with Angela brought me to town, but that situation did not bring me to you.”

“What you mean, that situation did not bring you to me.  Need I remind you that it’s been almost a year since I have even heard from you?  No phone call, no letter, nothing.  You just up and disappeared.”  Janicia started pacing in front of him.  What she needed right now was a cigarette, but she gave that bad habit up two years ago.

“I tried to explain to you why I didn’t call you.  Baby, please.”  D’juan captured her arm as she made a pass in front of him.  “Sit down with me.”  When they were both seated on the edge of the bed, he continued.  “Jay, I know this is a lot for you to hear right now, and I probably should have told you all of this before we made love.  For that I am sorry, but telling you before or after wouldn’t have changed how much I wanted and still want you.  I made a mistake not being honest with you in the past, and I won’t do that again.”  A slow tear fell from Janicia’s eye.  D’juan wiped it away with his thumb as he held her face in his hands.  “I’m sorry.  I never wanted to hurt you or for one second cause you to shed any tears.  You have to believe me on this.”

She sniffed and shook her head free of his hands.  “How am I supposed to believe you, D’juan?  I don’t hear from you in months, and all of sudden out of the blue you are on my door step.  Then I you tell me that you are in town at Angela’s request, and no more than two days after she calls you.  But you being in my bed have nothing to do with any of that.  That’s a lot for me to take let alone believe.”

D’juan hung his head.  She was right.  That was a lot for her to take in one night let alone dealing with the fact that they had just slept together for the first time.  “I admit I came to town because of the situation with Angela, and if she hadn’t called, I don’t know if I would be here right now.  But, I am here and I’m here with you because I want to be with you not because of Angela or the baby.”  He took his finger and turned her chin so that she was looking at him.  “Janicia, I have a son, and I have to be a father to my child.  I’m praying that you understand that, and that won’t change anything between us.”

Janicia stood up again and started pacing.  “Hold up.  I am all for a man doing the right thing by his child, but didn’t you tell me that the last time you saw Angela she was getting it from two men at once.  I don’t know if you heard, but there is this White man on television that might be able to help you.  He says these famous five words that every man that lies with a skank wants to hear, ‘You are not the father.’”  D’juan opened his mouth to say something.  She held up her hand halting his words.  “Don’t get me wrong.  I’m not trying to come between you and your son, if in fact he is your son.  However, when there is some proof that you might not be the father.  I’m just saying; check it out before you start writing checks.”

D’juan stood and pulled Janicia in his arms.  “Don’t you think I did?  I took a paternity test the day I got in town.  I was going to wait for the results before I came to see you, but I couldn’t.  Janicia, I love you.  I’ve loved you for a long time.  It doesn’t matter to me, as far as you are concerned, if Angela’s son is mine or not.  If he is mine, I’m going to be a good father to him.  But if he is or if he isn’t, I want to be with you not just for a booty call or a stop through when I’m in town.  I need you.  I want you, and I love you.”

Janicia couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  She didn’t want to be like one of those stupid women she sees on television that fell hook, line and sinker for the okey doke, but damn that was a hell of a line if it was one.  However, she could tell in his eyes that what he was saying he actually meant. She could only answer him one way and that was to show him that she was down and she would be his support in and out of the bed.  She took him by the hand and led him back to bed, and when they came down from another mind blowing orgasm she really let him know she was all in. 

“I love you, too.”

I Want You

Janicia followed D’juan into her bedroom.  She was excited but also very apprehensive.  It was different this time yet she couldn’t help thinking that it was still the same.  He said that her weight didn’t matter, but did it?  Sure she lost weight, but she wasn’t exactly a size 6.  Angela was a size 6 and for 5 years she witnessed firsthand just how much he enjoyed that size 6.  Ambivalence was a bitch.

She stopped in her tracks causing him to look back at her.  She looked at him.  The desire in his eyes was unmistakable.  The bulge just behind his zipper was empirical proof that he wanted her.  Yet she had to ask.  “Are you sure?”

The left corner of his lip rose slowly.  His tongue peaked out moistening his bottom lip and seductively pulling it between his teeth as he bit down on it.  Through lust drunk hooded eyes he assured her without words that he was definitely sure.  But she needed to hear him say it.  He had messed up once and he needed to assure her that he wouldn’t do it again.  “I have never been surer of anything in my life.  I want you.  I want to taste you.  I want to feel myself buried deep inside you.  And if you let me, I want to make you scream my name.”

She smiled as her eyes narrowed.  She took his last statement as a challenge.  And she loved a challenge.  She brushed her body against his as she walked passed him taking the lead towards her bedroom.  She looked over her shoulder.  “We’ll see who’ll be screaming whose name.”

.. ..

D’juan felt himself getting harder.  He also loved a challenge.  He just hoped he would last long enough to make it worth her wild.  It had been a little more than a year since he last had sex.

 He watched the sway of her hips as she led him to her bedroom.  She was messing with fire.  He smiled.  She had no idea just how hot he was.  When they broke the threshold of her bedroom, he couldn’t take it anymore.  He grabbed her waist and pulled her back flush against him.  His hands had a mind of their own.  They roamed the surface of her waist and hips then her breast.  Her moans of pleasure drove him forward as he began taking off her tank tops.  He was overjoyed to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra.  Her soft breasts filled his hands.  He licked, kissed and sucked her ears and neck as he caressed her perfectly round globes. 

He turned her around to face him.  He took in her bare breasts.  “Damn, you are so beautiful. “  He bent down and took her left nipple into his mouth.  He felt her hand on the back of his head.  That was all it took.  He scooped her up and deposited her on her bed.  He took her lips and her mouth simulating with his tongue just what he was about to do to the rest of her body. 

He didn’t know how he did it but he had her naked and sprawled on the bed in less time than he thought possible.  His fingers were immediately drawn to her clit.  He spread her lips and gently circled the outside of her bud with his index finger before slowly inserting it inside her.  She let out a deep moan. 

He kissed a trail down to where his fingers were indulging in the one place he needed to taste.  God, she tasted so sweet.  He lost himself between her legs.  His hand and mouth were dueling for position.  His finger slipped in and out of her slickness as he lavished her clit with tongue action and skill that he didn’t know he possessed.  He actually felt possessed by this woman. 

.. ..

Janicia was on the edge.  D’juan was doing things and making her feel thinks she had never experienced.  Oh, she was no virgin, but no one had given it to her the way he was giving it.  She was cumming on his finger and tongue. 

“D’juan!  Oh, baby, I’m cumming.  Yes.  Oh god, yes.” 

D’juan keep going until she finished.   He stood and took off his shirt. Just as he was unbuckling his belt, she removed his hand. 

“It’s my turn.”  She removed his pants and boxers while looking at him.  She broke eye contact when she took his hard dick in her hand.  It was large, hard and felt like silk.  She got on her knees before taking him into her mouth.  He gasped.  She licked the head before gently sucking it into her mouth.  She caressed the underside of his dick with her tongue as she drew him in and pull him out.  Her right hand caressed his firm buttock as her left hand massaged his cum laden sack.   She felt the veins in his penis pulsating and then she felt his dick jumping.  She knew he was about to cum. 

“Janicia!  Janicia!  Wait, wait, wait!”  She didn’t want to stop.  He gently moved her.  He picked her up off the floor and put her back on the bed. 

.. ..

“Oh no.  it’s not going down like that, baby.  I waited too long for this.”  He spread her legs and slowly entered her.  He felt like he was about to cum with every inch of penetration.  When he was fully inside her he had to call on a higher power for control.  “Baby, don’t move”  

Slowly he started moving.  It felt so good.  She started moving with him.  The paced increased with each movement.  She opened her legs wider to allow him to go deeper.  He started moving faster, deeper and harder.  He heard her begging for more and for him not to stop. 

He pulled completely out of her.  He heard her disappointing moan.  “Don’t worry, baby.  I got more for you.”  He turned her over on her stomach exposing that glorious ass.  He didn’t think it was possible but he saw his dick get harder.  He entered her from behind as he held her hips.  Again he heard her passionate pleas.  He tried his best to follow her every directive.  He couldn’t hold it any longer.  He need to cum before he passed out.  She screamed.  He knew she had cum again just at the moment he was cumming.            

.. ..

They layed naked in each other’s arms in the afterglow of something that neither of them had ever experienced.  D’juan kissed the top of Janicia’s head.  “Baby, I have to tell you something.” 

Janicia’s heart dropped.  She looked up at him, praying that she could handle what he was about to say.  “Okay, what is it?”

He looked away.  “It’s about Angela.”       

@2009 Kayorcee