Sidechick Chronicles (6 page)

A
ryelle

1

I was mesmerized by him. He was a real man and not these little boys I had dated in high school or college.   He made me see that they were just wasting my time.  He knew how to talk to me, treat me and definitely please me.  He is such a skillful lover.  I was so happy to lose my virginity to him.  I didn't want to waste my time with somebody my age who probably couldn't find the hole and when he did couldn't do anything in it.

Two good strokes and he would be passed out.  I on the other hand would be hurting and pissed off. I figured if I was going to be in as much pain as they said I was I'd rather it be with somebody experienced.

Bing.

My text alert went off again.

Laurence: I'm so glad you came with me. I miss you baby.

Me: I miss you too. Are we still meeting later on tonight?

Laurence: Yes.

Me: I can't wait to see you. It seems like forever since we've seen each other.  I miss your touch Daddy. I realize no one can make me feel like you do.

Laurence: That's because I'm the only man who knows how.  I told you there will never be another man who will know how to please you.

Me: I know baby.  She's all yours now and forever.

Laurence: That's right. I bet not ever hear about you giving it to anybody else.

Me: You won't baby.

Laurence: Ok I'll see you later.

Me: Yes, later.

I pressed the end button and locked my phone.  

"Aryelle! Aryelle! Girl I know you hear me calling you!"

"What Ambrosia!"

I loved my best friend, but she could work a damn nerve sometimes.

"Aryelle, I've been trying to get your attention for the last ten minutes.  What are you doing?"

I looked at her with this
really
look.  I know she could see me texting. Why she would ask me that is beyond me.  I just shook my head and laughed. We were two peas in a pod and I wouldn't trade her for anything.

"I'm texting crazy," I replied.

"Dang who you texting'?"

"Why?"

"Umm maybe because you're not paying attention to anything I'm saying."

She was right. I wasn't listening and hadn't heard a word she said.  I was lost in the sexting I was doing on my phone.  I had a late night creep session later and I was not at any point focused on her and her craziness.  We had been childhood friends and next to my family she was the only other person who knew me from the inside out.  We shared each other's high and low moments.  Whether it was her family drama, my family drama or guy issues, we had been here for each other.   At 23 years old, we knew everything about each other.

Well, almost everything.

I had a huge secret that I was keeping from her.  A secret I know if she found out, it would definitely be the end of our friendship.   Not to mention, the destruction of both our families.

"Trick, you never did answer my question."

"It's a new guy I'm dating."

"That's it, a new guy? I mean I can't get any more information than that?  We’re best friends and that’s not how we gossip, you already know it!"

I sighed.

If she only knew that was all the information I could give her. I wanted to tell her more, then again I couldn't.  Not without revealing too much and tipping my hand. Even if I gave her some information, there was no right way to say, "
I'm sleeping with your daddy and we're getting married as soon as he leaves your mother."

This was definitely not going to be a happily ever after ending.  Well, at least not at first. Once everyone got passed the initial anger and saw how much we were in love they would be happy for us.  I was meant to be someone great. I was meant to be someone who everyone looked at and wanted to be. I would be that person with him.  My dad would be upset because they had a long history with him.  He would eventually understand though. 

You can’t fight true love. 

You definitely couldn’t fight what God had already predestined.

2

I never understood why when you gave short answers people would keep asking you questions.  I mean after the second or third short answer, a clue should be caught.

"Spill the beans Aryelle!"

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything hooker! We don't keep secrets so let's go. Start from the beginning."

I had to cut some corners with this story.  I couldn't tell her this has been going on for two years or she would be pissed. I definitely couldn't tell her we had been having sex like crazy. Regardless of the imaginary story I was getting ready to tell her, it needed to be believable.  She stood against the wall with her arms crossed and her hip poked out.  She wasn't letting this go. I hated when she got like this. I chuckled.

"We met about three months ago. We were at a Starbucks and he walked up to me and asked me for my number.  We went out once or twice and have been texting each other since then."

She looked at me like she was waiting for more. 
Nosey ass. 
This is what happens when you tell folks all your business.  They always want to know all of it.

"Is that all?” she asked expecting so much more.  I knew making the story boring would throw her off course.

"Yeah for now, it's only been three months."

"Well by the
lost in space
moment you just had, you could've fooled me."

I rolled my eyes and laughed at her.

“Whatever,” I said.

"Well are you at least coming to the bonfire tonight right?" she asked soundly so sad.  I knew what she was up to and I wasn’t buying into it.

I hadn't planned on going at all. I had a nice, romantic evening planned.  Hanging out with everyone around a fire was definitely not on my list of things to do. Under normal circumstances I would be all in, not tonight though.  We only had one more evening at the retreat and we would all be going home.  I wanted one evening with him before we had to go back to our lives and those involved in it.

"I don't know. I hadn't planned on it," I answered as I was looking for something to wear tonight.

She gave me this
I know you're up to something
look. I wasn't sure if she was just being nosey or if her radar had been switched on.  I had to watch it when it came to that. Ambrosia could jump into detective mode real quick. Her analytical mind was constantly going 150 mph.  One minute I would think she’s moved on to something else.  The next thing I know I'm under interrogation and looking for a way out.  Luckily, I know her well enough to unplug the question box before she got started.

"I saw information on this forest night tour the campground gives and thought I'd check it out tonight." 

I hated lying to her. I couldn't tell her this secret. Not this time, not ever.  I had tried to walk away plenty of times. She wouldn't believe that and I knew it. Who would? Curiosity was a drug and a skillful tongue was all it took to reach that high.

"Oh yeah I saw that too.  You should've said something because I wanted to go to."

I figured she would which is why I didn't say anything.  The tour was my cover story as to why I wasn't going to the bonfire tonight. Ambrosia coming along would have thrown a wrench in all my plans.  I hope she didn't change her mind about going tonight. I had a solid alibi and I really did not want to think of a new one.

"My bag, maybe we can do something tomorrow?

"Okay cool. So you know Demarcus is going to be a little sad you're not there."

"I'm sure he will," I said rolling my eyes.

I could care less about him being sad. I gave him a chance and he dropped the ball. He was one of those two strokes and pass out people I was talking about.  After I had lost my virginity to my true love, he had broken my heart by reconciling with his wife. To ease my pain I went out with a couple of guys with Demarcus being one of them for a couple of months. We had a little too much to drink one night and one thing led to another.  Next thing I knew he was inside me, two pumps, I blinked and it was over.

"You can give him another chance. It was two years ago and I'm sure he's improved since then."

I laughed so hard and gave her a
save the plea for Demarcus
look because it's not happening again. I was only using him and unfortunately for him he didn't capitalize on it.  I'm a firm believer in first impressions.  Give it your all the first time. You never know if there will be another chance to prove yourself. My man knew this and that's why it belonged to him.

Bing.

I grabbed my phone to see who was texting me. I smiled. My man.

Ambrosia looked at me and shook her head.

"Well at least tell me his name Aryelle."

Shoot. I had to think quickly.  She had a habit of picking up my phone.  We both tended to do it to each other.  I didn’t want her to be looking at me crazy if she saw something off base.

"Ok, you're going to think this is weird.”

"What?"

"His name is Laurence."

3

She looked at me and started cracking up. "Why would I think that's weird? My dad is not the only person in the world named Laurence."

I don't know why I felt relieved. I was wrong as sin. I was not only sleeping with my best friend's father, but the pastor of my church. If anyone got wind of this there would be more than hell to pay.  We had a plan and as long as we both stuck to it, everything would be okay.  I was ready to stand beside my man. I wanted to shout it to the world. I no longer wanted to be his secret love.  I knew this had to be handled with care so I would be still until he said it was time to move.

"I don't know I just thought you would think it was weird."

She laughed again.

"It would only be weird if it was my dad, but we both know it's not him so moving on."

I blinked and swallowed hard.  She had no idea.

"Right," I answered.

I had no other reply and adding to the lie I was telling didn't seem feasible.  We hadn't had any close calls so far and I wanted to keep it that way.  When you start adding extra components to your lie that's how you get caught.  I kept our conversations about her dad at a normal level.  I would listen to her when she talked about her parent's relationship and that was it.  I kept my prying at a concerned friend level. 

I
never
asked anything too out of the ordinary.

"Besides my parents are trying to make their relationship better so my dad is behaving."

I felt my face scrunch up and immediately fixed it.  I couldn't have heard her say that correctly.  Laurence and I had a plan.  We were going to be together and he was going to leave her.  He had been complaining about their relationship the entire time we've been together.   He was waiting for the right time to tell the kids they were separating.  We had already been through this before.  He would tell me one thing and then turn around and go back to her.  I wasn't dealing with that again.

My heart couldn't take it.

I needed to know more without appearing suspicious.  I wasn't letting him get away again.  We were meant to be together.  I loved that man and if I had to fight for that love so be it.  She was not going to win again.  She didn't love him as much as I loved him.  We were soul mates.  I knew it. He said it and that was all I needed to believe.

"What do you mean behaving?"

"Well my parents don't know that I know about my dad's affair."

I wasn't his first mistress?

He had done this before?

How could he not tell me this?

I was completely thrown off.  I never believed he was perfect, but not this.  Not a history of multiple affairs. I needed to know more.

"Your dad cheated on your mom?"

"Yes on her and Constance from what of my mom has told me.  My mom and dad were in love and supposed to be getting married when my mom found out he was cheating on her.  Apparently, my dad was quite the ladies’ man when they were younger."

Humph,
I thought.

"Wow, I didn't know that. You never told me that."

"Well I only found out a couple years ago.  My mom told me when I told her I overheard my dad and Constance arguing about if he was having another affair. She told me she wouldn't be surprised considering it wouldn’t be his first time."

I was trying to hide the five million emotions that were racing through my body.  I was angry, hurt, pissed, and curious and so many other emotions I couldn't think of at the time.  He had never told me he cheated on Constance before or Ambrosia's mom! I wanted to storm to his room at this very moment.  I knew I needed to keep a cool head or everyone at the retreat would know what was going on.

"Oh so he cheated on your mom with Constance?"

"Nah they had been separated a while before he met her.  I was like four when my mom left him and I believe I was seven when he met Constance."

"So how old were you when he cheated on Constance?"

"I don't know because I just found out about that.  I do remember it probably being before LJ was born because I remember not going over there for a while.  My dad would come get me from my mom's house, we would hang and then I would go back home.   I was about 11 or 12 when he was born.  At the time I didn't know what was going on.  I thought he and my mom were mad at each other again.  Now that I think about it that was probably it."

I was completely speechless.