Bad as in Good (21 page)

Bang!
This time, I was the one to bang my fist into the shower door. They both stopped. The banging stopped. They looked at me and at each other. Simoné stood up straight and covered herself like it would make a difference. It didn't. I already swung the shower door open and yanked the wet, naked dude out of my shower. I grabbed him by his neck and flung him to the ground like I was spiking a football. When I noticed the terrified expression on the dude's face, I instantly recognized him from the club. The same dude with a lazy eye that thought it was okay to slap Simoné upside the head in the middle of a crowded club was the same mothafucka giving it to her from the back in my damn shower. I was done reminiscing. I stomped my foot into his chest. Wanting to hear his rib cage crack, I stomped him into my tile floor and hoped my desire would be fulfilled.

When Simoné grabbed my elbow, I snatched her hand off me and stomped into him again, wishin' I hadn't taken off my shoes when I walked in the door.
“Fuck!”
was the first word that came out my mouth.

“Riq, stop! You're killin' him,” Simoné said.

“Aye, chill!” he cried.

He scrambled up off the floor, causing me to stomp my foot into the tile floor. The pain of stomping into hard ceramic tile shot through my calf like a lightning bolt. I didn't let it show. I threw a jab as quickly as he opened his mouth to say something. He threw his arms up and blocked his face. My fist caught the
side of his jaw and he flew to the bathroom sink and held on for support. Simoné ran in between us and threw her hands up. “Baby, wait. Please!”

She was caught up in the moment. She forgot she was still wet and naked. Too wet and naked mothafuckas in my damn bathroom, and Simoné had the nerve to protect this nigga like I was really tryna hear it. I walked out. I didn't hear the crack in his chest, but I realized I knocked a tooth loose when I caught his jaw. I found peace in that. I put on my shoes and grabbed my car keys. Simoné ran out of the bedroom in a robe. I wasn't goin' to hear it. I walked out the front door and headed for my car. My neighbor tried not to hold eye contact.

He knew what was goin' on. He knew what I was about to walk in on. He hadn't even really started workin' on his car yet. He stood over the front of his car in the hot sun trying not to stare at Simoné as she ran out the house after me. “Tariq, wait! Don't leave. Not yet!”

I didn't speak. I got in my car and started the ignition. Simoné ran behind the car to keep me from leaving. I put the car in reverse and drove. I wasn't thinkin' straight. I didn't care if I hit her. I pressed the gas and eased out of my driveway. Simoné stood her ground at first, but she ran out the way when the trunk of my car nudged her stomach. Our eyes met when I put my car in drive. Her eyes were apologetic. Big round eyes that peeked through soggy, jet-black bangs. I squeezed my steering wheel and drove off. I didn't know where I was going, but this good-guy shit was for the birds.

•  •  •

When Simoné called, I ignored it; and she called a lot. She got one text from me after I left. “Get yo' shit out and go.” She wouldn't
go without a fight. I decided to sleep on Damien's couch until I could think straight. She'd blow my phone up, and she heard my voicemail every single time. Eventually, Damien got tired of seein' my ass print on his couch, and it was time to go back. “I need you to roll wit' me. If I go alone, I can't be responsible for my actions.”

Damien shook his head and grabbed his keys. “Let's go, man.”

When we got to my townhome, I took a long breath. If I saw another naked dude in my place, God couldn't stop me from the damage I would do. I opened the door, and there Simoné sat wit' her bags packed by the door. I told Damien, “Take her shit to her car.”

Damien gazed at her demeanor. Simoné looked up at us wit' swollen eyes and tear-drenched cheeks. She wore my University of Miami T-shirt and a pair of her old jogging pants. She pinned her bangs back and then braided the rest of her hair down. I was used to seeing a bombshell when I got home; all I saw right then was a shell of a woman. “Riq…” Her voice cracked.

Damien grabbed her bags and walked out my front door. Simoné stood up and walked toward me. I threw my hands up and sucked in my lips. “Simoné, I told you to go.”

“I couldn't leave without talkin' to you first.” Two inches away from me, she raised her hands as if she were asking for a hug. I stepped back and turned my head away from her. “Riq, can we talk about this? You won't gimme the chance to say anything.”

“There ain't shit to say. Simoné, I can't have you in my face right now. I'm not goin' stand here and talk about the bullshit you put me through.”

“Baby, that wasn't supposed to happen. I dunno what I was thinkin'.”

“You were thinkin' I'd be home late, allowing you to fuck another nigga in my crib while I sat stupid at work.”

She shook her head and wiped her nose. “No, Riq. That's not what I was thinkin'. I called him over to tell him he needed to stop textin' me and—”

“You ain't fuckin' listening, Simoné.” I smacked my hands together and moved away from her. In that moment, I saw myself smackin' her. That's when Damien walked back in. “You got to go, right now. I called yo' mama before I got here. You might wanna call her.”

She looked up at me and rubbed her forehead. “Whatchu mean you called my mama?”

“I knew you would still be here.” I moved out of her way and pointed at the door. “She's expectin' you.”

“You really weren't goin' talk to me? You goin' kick me out to my mama house?”

“Simoné, I don't give a fuck where you stay. If you ain't tryna move into yo' mama house, that's cool, but yo' ass ain't stayin' here.”

Simoné slid her tongue over her teeth and shifted her weight. Suckin' her teeth she said, “Baby…”

“Simoné, I dunno what else to tell you. I dunno why you think I'ma sit here and listen to any more bullshit. I'll call the cops and have them put you out if you keep fuckin' around. I ain't tryna be another nigga to put his hands on you. I'm givin' you the chance to
woman up
and walk the fuck out my place on yo' own will.”

“Oh, it's like that?”

I nodded and walked past her. Damien opened the door and showed her the way out. She cut her eyes at him and at me. Damien said, “I left yo' shit by the trunk.”

Simoné rolled her neck. “Fine, Tariq.” She bumped past Damien and walked out, slammin' the door behind her.

Damien chuckled. “Damn, Riq. I ain't know you were cold like that.”

“Damien, I caught the girl fuckin' in my bathroom. Wit' my own eyes, I see this girl throwin' her ass back to some chump in my mothafuckin' shower. What would you have done?”

“I'd be in prison for double homicide.”

I laughed. Inside, I was hurting, but on the outside, I was a strong man who took out the trash. I laughed and thanked God I didn't buy a gun like I planned two years ago.

•  •  •

Shit was different. I was moving fast and couldn't tell which way was right. I tried to bury myself in my work and avoid women at all costs. I dunno if my broken heart was a magnet for desperate women because I couldn't fight 'em off. Not even at work. As I sat in the new office I got after being promoted, I'd watch the new intern wink at me and blow me kisses. She was young, a bright-eyed college graduate with high expectations and hormones.

I disregarded her advances. I let it go when she purposely brushed her ass up against my dick in the workroom. Her ass was abnormally fat, and she wore skintight dresses to show it off. I gave her the eye when she made my hand touch her left breast and pretended as if it was a mistake. Her breasts weren't bigger than B cups, but they were full and sat up straight when I walked into a room. I even told her to calm down when she
accidentally
let it slip that she forgot her panties on her bed at home. I looked at her skin, dark chocolate with caramel undertone, and tried not to stare at her wide lips and platinum tongue rings—she had two, 'cause apparently she liked double penetration.

After she started staying late with me, I began noticing things. I noticed how her Coke bottle shape popped through her pencil skirts and low-cut, see-through blouses. I studied how perky her breasts looked when she squeezed them into push-up bras. I watched
her slender legs walk past my office door. When she said my name, I couldn't take me eyes off her shiny red lips. I loved how she chewed the end of her pencil and constantly tucked her curly weave behind her ears. There were days when she would let her hair down and let it sway while she skipped through the office. One night she said, “You need to relax. I can help with that, y'know?”

I dropped my pen as I tried to peel my gaze off her five feet two presence. “Oh yeah?” I responded. “How you plan to do that?”

“You really wanna know?”

I shouldn't have wanted to know. If anything, I should've ended the conversation and gotten back to my work. It was late, and I had reports that needed to be out by mornin'. Instead, I was in my office alone with a bouncy, horny twenty-year-old who wanted to make me relax. I still said, “Yeah, tell me.”

“Well, I got this trick.”

“What kinda trick is that?”

She walked inside. She leaned on my desk and made her breasts meet me at eye level. I couldn't look away; they were callin' my name. “I start off with my hands.”

“What can your hands do?” My eyes still glued on her cleavage. I wanted to look away, but her voice was soft like clouds, and my dick was hard like a semi-automatic.

“From there, I use my tongue.” She ran her tongue across her lips slowly. She dug inside my candy jar and pulled out a tootsie pop. Pulling off the wrapper, she wrapped her tongue around the sucker in a serpentine motion. First, she licked it up to get it wet, then she licked it down slowly to get it juicy. Next, she sucked it hard, sliding it down her throat and slurping the extracts that leaked. She kept her eyes on me the whole time, sucking the tootsie pop like it was her last meal. She barely used her lips as she sucked
in the sides of her mouth to take hold of the sucker while she worked her tongue all around it. I grabbed my dick and looked away. I had to catch my breath. When she put the lollipop down, she sashayed toward me and straddled me. My hands wanted to throw her off; instead, they caressed her waist and pulled her closer. She pulled up her skirt and leaned forward. In my ear she sang, “I forgot my panties again.”

I was stiff. I wanted her off me, but my body acted differently. I felt a feeling I hadn't felt in a long while, horniness. I asked myself what had been takin' me so long to get her calves on my shoulders. Tugging on her blouse, she slid out the gold condom wrapper from her bra and grinned.

“Can you fit one of these?” She simpered as she licked her lips and ripped the package open with her teeth.

When I tried to stand up and take control of the situation, she yanked my belt buckle and unzipped my pants. My dick had been poking her pussy since she sat on top of me, and there was no way she was letting up without a fight. Before I had any say in the matter, she held on to the back of my neck and lowered herself on top of me. Her pussy felt so tight and wet, I almost came instantly. I couldn't think straight. All I wanted from that point was more. I grabbed her thighs and made her bounce. She pushed down on her calves and rode my dick like I was a thoroughbred. “Fuck,” I muttered in disbelief. I couldn't believe how good her pussy felt. I wondered if all pussy that didn't belong to Simoné feel this damn good. I squeezed her waist while she bounced and bounced, twisted and twisted, and churned and churned some more. I dropped my jaw as she held my arms for support while she worked me over.

Feeling myself pulsating too quickly, I picked her up and turned her around to face my table. I spread her legs and pounded her
pussy, making the table move with us. She pushed papers around and off my desk while she cocked her leg up so I could get in deeper, and I did. I drove deeper inside of her until I couldn't reach any further. She screamed, “God, yes!” Praising the heavens, thanking Him for sex like mine. “Don't stop! Please, please…don't ever stop,” she shouted as she begged for more.

When her leg buckled and she tussled around like a wet fish, she tensed her pelvic muscles and shrieked in excitement. Feeling her coming, I pulled out and came in the trashcan under my desk. Even though the latex engulfed the skin of my penis, I didn't trust her intentions. I'd always heard of condoms with needle holes in them so I wasn't ready to experience it firsthand. When I sat back down in my chair and rubbed my face, I kept shaking my head as I watched her catch her last breath. Once recovered, she pulled down her skirt and fixed her shirt. She gazed at herself in the mirror as she fluffed her hair with her fingers. The slick smirk on her face and raised eyebrow revealed how she was proud of what she'd done. Fucking her boss—a job well done.

Once put together, she faced me and said, “I told you I could make you relax.” She winked and walked out of my office without another word. I was tired and upset, but damn if I wasn't relaxed. When I checked the time, I got up and shut my office door. I still had work to do, and I couldn't risk her coming back for seconds. As I sorted through papers, I grew frustrated. I was mad at how easily it was to nut for a woman I didn't respect. But what made me so furious was how good it felt afterward. It was a bitter feeling that felt tender to the touch. My dick was soft, and I used a moist toilette to wipe the dried sweat from my face and neck. The bright-eyed intern fucked me to where I was sick to my stomach, but it was a pain I gladly endured.