Talk a Good Game (42 page)

I blew out along breath and
muttered, “Bastard.”

“
If you want it then you better go
get it before someone else does.” With that she left me to figure
out what I wanted to do.

I sat at my desk until lunch time
thinking about how good that outfit would look on me before I
finally sprung from my chair. “Fuck it.”

I strutted over to the shop and
stepped inside. Damn! He really had upgraded the place. I tried to
pretend I wasn’t impressed by how upscale the store actually looked
but I was. It was nothing like that little hole-in-the-wall he had
on Vandiver Road.

His skinny little sales associate
came over to assist me. “Can I help you?”

I nodded. “I would like to see
that jumpsuit in the window.” I turned around to point at what I
was talking about and gasped. It was gone.

“
Oh
I
’
m sorry. I took that down a few
minutes ago. Alphonso said it was no longer for sale. But I have a
few other styles on the rack near the right of the store,” she said
trying to ease the disappointment.

I glared at her and without another word I headed
toward the back. There was only one outfit I was interested in and
Al knew it.

His
door was shut but I didn
’t
even bother knocking.
But what I stepped inside and saw, I wasn’t prepared for. He was
sitting behind his desk whacking his dick to a porno that was
playing on a flat screen mounted in the corner.

“
Oh shit!” he hollered, jumping up
from his chair.

I shook my head with disgust. “By
all, means don’t let me interrupt. I just came for my
outfit.”

He stood there, smiling while I
watched him put his small package away. Sex with him would have
truly been a waste of time. “Jae, I was just thinking about
you.”

“
I bet you were,” I murmured and
glanced up at the actress on the screen. If her ass was bigger she
and I could have been twins.

Reaching for a remote he pressed
the big red button and flicked off the television. “What can I do
for you?”

I stared at him. “I want to buy
that jumpsuit. You know it
’s
perfect for me.” I
kept my voice soft and even.

Alphonso was quiet for a long time
as he settled back onto his chair, smiling. “Of course it is. I was
wondering how long it was gonna take you to come and ask about
it.”

I leaned over the desk, making
sure the tops of my breasts were on full display.
“
Well,
I
’
m asking about it now. How much
is it?”

There was that coy smile of his.
“For you it
’s
free.” His eyes traveled all
over my body. “Damn you got some sexy legs. What time do they
open?”

I couldn’t stop myself from
laughing. I wasn’t interested in his sexual favors, especially now
that I’ve seen what he’s working with. “The last shot you had of
getting any of this pussy was when you decided to move in next door
to me. Now it
’s
strictly business.”

The smile slipped from his lips.
“That
’s
too bad. I was hoping we could
work something out.” He rose and walked around his desk with his
jeans unzipped.

“
The only thing we can do is
negotiate a deal, otherwise you can find another buyer,” I said
with enough attitude I hoped he knew I was serious.

He walked up to me, crowding my
personal space, and had the nerve to run the pad of his thumb
across my lip. “Give me a hundred dollars and the
outfit
’s
yours.” Alphonso was staring at
me with those big eyes of his and I got so caught up in looking at
him that I didn’t hear those familiar footsteps until it was too
late.

“
I knew yo ass was fucking
around!”

I jerked around to find Kaleb
standing in the doorway, chest heaving, hands balled at his side.
“Oh shit!” I
’
m sure things looked suspicious.
“Kaleb it
’s
not what—”

“
Don’t!” he
barked as he stood in the doorframe glaring from me back to
Alphonso. “Don’t lie! I can see what
’s
going on here.
This is that same mothafucka who bumped into me at the
restaurant!”

This didn’t look good at all.
“Baby, it
’s
not what you think,” I said as
calmly as I could manage, although I was starting to get nervous at
the crazed look in his eye.

“
Who’s this punk-ass nigga?” Kaleb
said and was trying to get past me so he could step up to Alphonso.
But I wasn’t having it.

“
Nobody,” I said
hoping I could diffuse the situation with a smile and the purr of
my voice. But that fool
wasn’t
listening.

“
You don’t want none of this,”
Alphonso taunted and tossed his hands in the air. I jumped between
them.

“
I was just
leaving. Kaleb let
’s
go back to the restaurant.” I
moved toward the door hoping he would follow, but the second I
stepped away from Alphonso, Kaleb lunged forward and landed a blow
at the side of Alphonso
’s
head. I screamed and
jumped in just as Al got Kaleb with a jab in the
stomach.

“
Stop it!” I cried and tried to
pull Kaleb away.

“
I
’
m tired of this dude
disrespecting me!” Kaleb cried as I tried to drag him toward the
door.

Alphonso had the nerve to start
laughing. “
I
don’t
know what the fuck you talking
about. Nigga I was getting that pussy long before you caught your
first whiff.”

“
Excuse me?” I
said, eyes wide with outrage, and just because of his slick-ass
remark, I released Kaleb
’s
arm. He lunged forward
and grabbed Alphonso in a head lock and the two landed onto his
desk and then down with a loud crash onto the
floor.

“
Why you gonna sit there and tell
that damn lie? I ain’t never let you smell my goodies and you know
it!” I yelled and kicked Alphonso in the leg with my right heel for
lying.

I heard running feet and his sales clerk came
rushing into the office to see what was going on. Alphonso and
Kaleb both jumped to their feet. And the two of us watched in
horror. Kaleb was landing punches but then Alphonso got the
advantage and punched Kaleb right in the jaw so hard, I practically
felt the pain.

“
You bitch-ass nigga! You need to
stay the fuck away from my fiancée,” Kaleb hissed and rushed
Alphonso so fast he rammed him hard into the wall knocking the
television off the stand and onto the floor with a
crash.

“
You want me to call the police?”
The sales clerk looked scared to death as we both jumped out the
way.

I shook my head. “No, these two
will get tired eventually,” I said. “Go on back to work,” I
instructed then took a seat in the chair near the window and
crossed my arms. The two of them were now rolling around on the
floor, like idiots.

“
Do you have any idea how stupid
the two of you look?” I said.

They stopped, got up from the
floor, then went back to throwing punches at the sides and
stomachs.
Idiots
.

“
Enough!” I
screamed and got between the two of them. Kaleb had his arms around
Alphonso
’s
neck. I pried his fingers
loose. “Stop it I said!” I guess my screaming finally got their
attention.

Kaleb backed up, breathing heavy.
“Why you lie to me?”

I glared at him. “I wasn’t lying.
There ain’t shit going on between me and this knucklehead except
that he stole my space and opened this got-damn store!” It was then
I noticed the jumpsuit folded on a shelf in the corner. I walked
over, picked it up and examined it to make sure it looked as good
as it had in the window then I reached inside my purse and tossed a
hundred dollar bill on the desk. “It was a pleasure doing business
with you.” Alphonso was sitting in his chair, nose all bloody. Men
can be so stupid.

I turned and stormed out of his office and had just
stepped out onto the sidewalk when Kaleb came limping beside
me.

“
You don’t have anything
to say?” he asked with this incredulous look on his face. Not
to mention his lip was busted and he was holding his side. He
looked more pathetic than ever.

“
Nope, nothing.
I was in the shop buying a jumpsuit and you just
assumed
there was more
going on. I need a man in my life who trusts me.”

“
Are you fucking
serious
?” he said like I needed to
lie.

I stopped and swung around.
“Kaleb, I thought you were supposed to be taking
medication?”

“
I am,” he replied
defensively.

“
Then the shit ain’t working. So
until it does, stay the fuck away from me!” I snapped, then walked
inside the restaurant.

NYREE

“Good morning, Mrs. Samuels.”

I rolled over with a smile on my lips. “
Good morning.
”

It’s been two weeks since we were married and I
hadn’t regretted a moment of it. The church had been filled to
capacity and my parents were quite pleased. None of the
Samuels
’s
attended.
Jeremy said it didn’t matter but I could tell it bothered him. Mama
made sure to fill the pews on the groom
’s
side with church members. We had yet to have any
of them call to congratulate us. But Jeremy said, as long and he
and I made it to the church, then that
’s
all that mattered.

“You want some breakfast?” I asked even though I
already knew he did. He loved my cooking.

“If you feel like cooking,” he said and kissed me
once, twice then drew back and stared into my eyes. Have I
mentioned how much I loved this man?

I felt his dick harden against my thigh and being
the gentleman he is, he waited for some kinda hint that I wanted to
make love. I fought back a groan and reminded myself I needed to
continue to be patient because the more confident he became the
better our relationship would be in the end. I just needed to
continue showing my love with words of affirmation.

With a moan I reached down and squeezed his erection
and instantly Jeremy sprang into action. I smiled and allowed him
to ease my nightgown off my body and closed my eyes. Lord forgive
me, but as he kissed his way down to my kitty-kat, I started
thinking about Timmy pounding his dick deep inside of me. There had
been nothing gentle about our lovemaking at his apartment like the
stuff Jeremy was doing right now. Hell no, it had been rough, hard,
and so fucking arousing! Often I found my mind drifting off. I keep
remembering how good the sex had always been between us and I have
even been comparing the two men. Lord, I know it’s wrong on so many
levels only I couldn’t help it no matter how much I tried.
Sometimes a girl just wants to be fucked. But as Jeremy slipped his
dick inside and started stroking, I moaned and reminded myself this
was my husband and the Lord put this together, not us. Mama had
been right. Jeremy was the man God had sent to me.

I locked my legs around him and started gyrating my
hips and tightened my vaginal muscles so I could feel everything he
was pounding me with. Don’t get me wrong. Sex was good with my
husband. I just made the mistake of experiencing something far
better.

That evening I had been drinking but I remembered
Timmy fucking me all over his apartment—starting at the front door
and working our way back to his kitchen counter.

“I
’
m
about to come,” I heard Jeremy hiss, breaking into my thoughts. But
it was the memories of Timmy pounding me in the shower with my legs
up around his waist that had me crying out this morning.

“Yesss, yesss, baby!”

When Jeremy was finished, he rolled over looking
quite proud of his performance. I felt so guilty I couldn’t even
look him in the eyes—so I closed mine.

“I love you, Mrs. Samuels.”

I smiled and whispered, “I love you too.”

I got up, showered, and threw on a cute white robe
Jeremy had bought me at Victoria
’s
Secrets then went down the hall into the kitchen
and started the bacon. By the time I was scrambling eggs, Jeremy
entered the kitchen.

“I brought the fellowship.” He held up the bible and
Our Daily Bread
in his hand.

“
Oh
good,
” I replied as I poured eggs onto a plate. After the
thoughts I was having this morning, bible scriptures were exactly
what I needed. I had every intention of being a good and faithful
wife no matter what obstacles came our way.

We sat down, said grace, and started eating our
food. Fellowship was always saved for the end of our meal.

“Baby, we need to finish clearing out my house today
so I can have it cleaned before the open house next Saturday.”