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Instead of slapping him this time, I stood on my toes and licked his lips before I smacked mine together.
“Dottie, that’s fine that you’re mad with me, but why are you letting that fuck with your money?” He asked. “You earned it. Every fucking cent.”
When he stopped kissing me, his forehead hit mine, then he said, “You’re tougher than this.”
God, you’d be so great, if you just shut the fuck up.
“You’re standing here with my cum leaking down your leg. You want to go back out there and pick up someone?”
“Don’t you dare slip your ass outta here in the middle of the night, either. I’m not through with you.” He was staring at me.
“Call me a racist, again, and we’ll have a problem.”
“Get your hair together, it looks like a chia pet gone wild.” He rose and left the living room but not before saying. “I’ll be at the pool.”
“What if it’s more than this?” He asked, then his head jerked and he continued, “I mean, I paid enough for you to be exclusively mine till we’re done.”
What the fuck was this? Both he and Bernadette were handing me my ass over the past two weeks.
“Richardson, you don’t even believe that black lives matter.
I was in my office working hard at looking like I was working hard. The Dems wanted to pass some asinine bill, but we ran the House and Senate, so there wasn’t a fat chance, that shit would happen.
“Bernadette, I, uh,” he started but stopped himself. “Would you give me your phone number, so I could call you sometimes. Even if you tell me to shut the fuck up.”
“No, looking for Bernadette,” I told him. “Have you seen her?” “Dark-skinned with a fat ass?” he asked, then extended his hands next to his head. “Wild hair?” “Yeah,” I said through gritted teeth.
Abigail Cummings was her name, and I loved her, and she left me.” My eyes focused on the woman in front of me, but this time she was standing. “Just like you are now.”
‘Son, I told you to dye your hair blond and wear fucking contacts?’
“Move to another state with my child, and it will be me who is tried,” he threatened.
My flight is canceled, and I won’t be able to make it home for Thanksgiving. The only thing I have close to family here is you and my son. Can we have dinner and call a truce for the night?
Trent, I’m not sure that is a great idea. We just might kill each other. Trent: Never. Love you too much for that, sweetness.
“Sweetness, how long you going to pretend ain’t something between us, whether money is exchanged or not. How long you going to act like, we didn’t create something beautiful, that we’ll both get to reap the benefits of when it’s time?
“Trent, I want to relax,” I almost whined. “Then sit your ass down and relax,” he responded while flicking the channels.
I woke up with something in my mouth. It was foreign but smelled like my woman. Smacking my lips, I felt the curly strings and realized it was Bernadette’s hair. She was still asleep, on my chest with her wild ass hair everywhere, including inside my mouth.
“Give me a chance. I’ll make you happy. Tell me you’ll let me try. You’ll give me a chance. I want to make you mine, forever. With our child, with us. Give me a chance. I promise, love. I promise.”
instead of her name, I kept whispering, “I promise.”
Hopefully, by then, the mother of my child will trust me enough to know I’ll do right by her and she’ll marry me and put an old man out of his misery of being alone,” he finished and kept those piercing eyes on me. “Any questions?”
“Portia, where the fuck is she?” He roared. “You said she’d be here and I’m here. She is not! I told you that I was…”
This man knelt down in front of me, while I was on the toilet and smirked, “I’ve smelled shit before, sweetness. I’ll smell it again. We’re both about to be up shit’s creek when Junior comes. And, I’m mostly acquainted with every aspect of what’s released from your body. If those videos of childbirth that I’ve been watching are true. I actually might see your shit. So….” He patted my thighs and said, “Okay, you’re good now.”
“Nope, I can’t really fuck with undecided people,” I quipped. “I mean the party’s a joke. At least, the Dems have balls.”
By the look on Trent’s face and those piercing eyes, I must have said something wrong. “I‘m not single.” He hissed and leaned forward over the table. “The only asshole woman I want is you.”
