Can't Be That Other Woman (8 page)

Chapter 12

Bianca

         I hauled ass out of the shop the minute Tameka finished doing my hair. I know Onijae was going to flip the minute I showed my face. I didn’t intend to arrive at the barbeque late, but here I was, late as could be. It was a good thing that I had brought my clothes along with me, because I would’ve really been late, and I know for sure that my man would’ve flipped his wig.

         Pulling up to the park, I had to admit that it was packed out there. It looked like everybody who stayed in Dallas was in attendance. Parking my car, I looked around for my man, but I didn’t see him anywhere. I turned the engine off and got out, about to go looking for him, when I spotted him getting out of his little sister’s car.

              “Damn,” I said, as I watched him. Even dressed down in a wife beater, some basketball shorts and a pair of J’s, my man is still fine. I moved in his direction, when I noticed the passenger door of the car opening. I got heated when I noticed Tracy’s little friend getting out.
I know this nigga ain’t fucking playing with me
! I thought, as I marched my ass over to them. He was showing all of his thirty-two’s, until his eyes landed on my ass. “So this how we doing shit now, Onijae? So you fucking with other bitches now?”

              “Bianca, it’s not even what you think it is,” he said, walking over to me.

              “Not what I think?” I asked, looking at him sideways. “What I think it is, is that you playing on me with these bitches.”

              “I don’t care what goes on between you and your nigga, but I’m not going to be too many more bitches!” The little bitch had the nerve to say.

              “Bitch, I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to my nigga, so if your little stupid ass doesn’t mind, please be gone,” I told her.

              “Onijae, since your ole lady feeling a bit froggy today, and I’m really not in the mood, please tell her to keep that shit over there, or else I’m going to fuck her up just off GP!” she said as if she thought I’d give a fuck.

              “Bitch please, don’t let that little shit that happened a week ago give you too much courage, because I’ll slide your ass with the quickest,” I said stepping in her direction.

              “Don’t let that little girl shit fool you. I’ll beat you like the dude you look like, bitch!” she replied, bucking.

              “Nah, there’s not going to be none of that shit out here,” Onijae finally said. “Bianca, like I said, it’s not what you think. I already told your ass not to come out here with that bullshit. I done put too much shit into this to let you come out here and fuck it up.”

              “So do we have a problem over here or nah?” his ugly ass little sister said, walking up, followed by his father and brother. I didn’t even acknowledge them. Instead, I kept my focus on his ass.

              “So you really trying to play me for a bitch who still has Similac on her breath?” I asked. My feelings were seriously hurt.

              “You know what, I’m not even about to entertain you. Unlike you, I have class and I know when and when not to do something,” she said, walking off. I didn’t miss the look she gave Onijae, before she left neither. I don’t know what was up with them, but I’d better not find out he was on some shady shit.

              “Come here, let me holler at you right quick,” Onijae said, walking off before I could object. I looked at his father and brother, hoping they were going to say something, but they didn’t. Instead, they walked off without saying a word to me. I expected that from Omari Jr., but I didn’t expect that from Mr. Love. He was always the one in my corner, but I guess he wasn’t today. I watched them walk away, before I finally got up the courage to go and talk to Onijae.

              “What took you so long?” he asked the minute I walked up to him.

              “What’s up?” I asked, ignoring his obvious attitude.

              “What’s your problem, ma?”

              “What do you mean?” I asked which only seemed to piss him off more.

              “I specifically asked you not to come here today with that bullshit and here you are, bringing that bullshit!” He sounded heated.

              “I didn’t come nowhere with nothing. That bitch came at me the wrong way!” I yelled, getting in his face.

          “First of all, lower your fucking voice, because I’m not yelling at you. Secondly, you started that bullshit, so come with something else.”

              “Well, explain to me why that bitch was getting out of the car with you?” This nigga obviously had me fucked up. “As a matter of fact, explain to me how y’all ended up riding in the same car alone anyways.”

              “First of all, I’m a grown ass man, and I don’t have time to be explaining shit to no damn body. Second, she came help me get the stuff
you
were supposed to be dropping off at the park.  Lastly, if you wanted to be insecure and think that I might cheat on you, you should’ve never cheated on me in the first place!” He stormed off, leaving me standing there with my mouth wide open.

              I stood there, feeling like the fool that I knew I was. Here I had put this man through enough and yet, I was always the one tripping. I couldn’t help it though, I was a firm believer in karma and I knew what goes around comes back around. I couldn’t fathom losing my man, especially to a chick that was still in high school. I wasn’t about to let it go down like that. If she wanted
my
man, she had another thing coming to her, because I was not them little chicks she played with in the streets. I was going to make shit complicated for the both of them. I was going to show them not to play with me. Onijae thought that I was tripping now, just let me find out he fucking with that girl and I’ll be ten times worse. All he had to do was try me and see.

              After standing there for a few seconds longer, I started making my way towards the barbeque. I was halfway there, when I stopped and turned back around. Instead of staying there to be treated like an outcast, I decided to leave and go home. It didn’t make much sense in staying, when I know I’d probably be going off again. I’m almost sure that Onijae wasn’t going to miss me anyway. Once I made it to my car, I started it up and drove off.

              When I pulled up into the driveway, I cut the car off, but I didn’t get out. Lord knows I wasn’t trying to go home to an empty house, but here I was. I loved Onijae with everything in me, and I just can’t seem to see where things started going wrong. Sure, I cheated on him, I know that, but that was years ago. We should’ve been past that by now, but obviously, he wasn’t.

              I hadn’t realized that I was crying until I felt the tears rolling down my face. I had no idea if I was crying because I was sad, or because I was truly frustrated with everything. Things were becoming a bit overwhelming and I had no idea how to fix them. Without thinking twice, I started the car and pulled back out of the driveway. Once I made it onto the main highway, I pulled out my phone and dialed the last number I intended to call.

              “Hello?” he answered the phone, sounding surprised as hell.

              “You busy?” I asked him.

              “Nah, I’m just chilling. What’s going on?”

              “Meet me at the spot in twenty minutes.”

              “All right,” he said, causing me to smile.

              “Okay, I’ll see you later,” I said, hanging up. I didn’t have any second thoughts as I drove my car in the direction of the hotel. I didn’t intend to do anything other than vent. Lord knows I had a lot of shit that I needed to get off my chest.

* * *

Bianca...

"Oh my Goooooood…" I moaned loud enough for the people in the next room to hear. Carlos's face was buried deep between my legs, where it had been for the past thirty minutes. He was really putting some work in with that tongue, and I was damn near ready to start climbing the walls. I'd already busted all over his face twice, and I was just getting ready to catch another one. I almost went crazy when he stuck his tongue in me. I mean my boy was licking and sucking as if it was going out of style. What sent me over the edge was when I felt him making a path towards my ass. When his tongue graced it, I thought I was going to have an instant heart attack.

"Bring that ass here girl," he said, as he pulled me back down. Once he had me where he wanted, he locked his arms around my thighs and dove headfirst back between my thighs, attacking my already sensitive kitty. I immediately thought I was about to pass out.

"Oh…I'm bouta cum!" I yelled, grinding on his tongue. I could fill that shit coming, which caused me to move a little bit faster. Just as I was getting ready to cum, he stopped.

"What the hell do you thinking you're do—" was all I got out, before he shoved all ten inches of his thick dick inside of me, halting my words.

“Now what was that you were saying?" he asked, with a smirk on his face. I wanted to answer, but the way he was sending them strokes had me confused. Yeah that's right, his dick had me speechless and I was enjoying every bit of it. "Now, turn around."

He pulled out of me and waited as I got on all fours. I made sure to arch my back perfectly as I anticipated what was next to come. A few seconds went by and nothing happened. When I looked back, he was sitting there, just staring.

"You better come on before you make me fuck you up!" I said, turning around. To give him a little motivation, I placed a finger inside me, which he immediately slapped away.

"I see I’ma have to teach you a lesson," he said, with a sneaky grin on his face. Placing his dick at my entrance, he fed me maybe an inch or two, before he pulled back out. I became frustrated when he began rubbing the head against my slippery lips. My pussy was on fire and I desperately needed him to put it out.

"Oh shit, Carlos!" I cried aloud as he plunged deep inside of me. Seeing what he wanted, he wasted no time going straight to work. He began pounding my pussy as if my shit owed him something. My eyes felt like they were about roll in the back of my head.

"Yeah, that’s right. Take this dick!" He growled, causing my body to shiver. Something about the way he talked shit, while beating my pussy up that gave me an even better feeling. That nigga was hitting my spot so good, I felt like I should pray or something.

"Oh babe, wait. No, yeah, oh, right there. Right therrrre…" I said, throwing it back.

"Do you still love me, Bianca?" he asked, pulling my hair. In my head, I was saying
Yes
, but not a word was coming out of my mouth. I was too busy focusing on the nut that was about to explode out of me.

"Answer my fucking question, girl!" he said, getting a bit aggressive, which didn't help at all. He pulled my head back, so that his lips were to my ear. “Tell me you love me.”

"Y-yes, I fucking love you, Carlos!" I screamed, as my body began shaking violently.

"Good, I love you, too," he panted, before he placed a kiss on my neck and bust his nut inside of me.              

We both collapsed on the bed, barely able to catch our breath. A few minutes later, he got up, headed to the bathroom and got in the shower. Seconds later, he was back in the room.

"Come on. Let's go take a shower so we can go," he said, pulling my arm, but I refused to move.

"Go on, I’ma get in when you get out." Yawning, I reached up and grabbed a pillow, so I can lie down a bit longer. Before I knew it, I was out like a light. I was having the best dream of a lifetime, when I felt someone tapping on my leg. Waking up, I was a bit confused, until I saw Carlos standing there fully dressed, with his phone in his hand.

              “Damn, how long have I been out?” I asked, sitting up. When I looked out of the window, I noticed that it was already dark outside. I grabbed my phone to see if I had any missed calls from Onijae, but I didn’t have any.

              “You’ve only been sleeping for an hour, maybe,” he said, looking at his watch.

              “Oh okay. Where are you going?”

              “I have to go home and get ready for work. I got called in for a late shift. What time do you plan on leaving?”

              “After I hop in the shower, I guess,” I said, getting up from the bed. When I let the sheet go, I stood there completely naked in front of him.

"You sure you can't come back to bed?" I asked, grabbing his third leg.

"As much as I would love to, I can't. Let me get out of here, before I'm late," he said, picking up his bag and began walking out of the room. When he reached the door, he turned back around to me. “Should I be expecting you to call me like before?”

“Carlos, I honestly don’t know,” I told him. “I just needed to vent, but apparently I needed more than that. I can’t and won’t promise you that we’ll continue to have sex, but we’ll always remain friends as before.”

“Okay, I can respect that. Just call me when you make it home,” he said, sounding a bit disappointed. “See you later, ma.”

"See you later, baby," I said to his back.

After he left, I couldn’t help but to sit there and think of the history Carlos and I had. He and I had been messing around a year and a half, prior to the time Onijae caught us having sex. He was cool people and gave me whatever I wanted. Onijae thought I was the one banking on my car, but it was Carlos who was actually paying for it. However, I couldn’t give him what he wanted, which was my heart, because it belongs to my man. Now had we met before Onijae, then yeah, he would’ve been the one. Unfortunately for Carlos, Onijae’s my one true love and I wasn’t about to leave my man for nothing and no one. Being his friend was as far as we could go.  Someday, I hope he’ll meet a woman who’s going to love and be there for him.