The Dirty Divorce (12 page)

CHAPTER TEN

Rich

Lookin’ into my wife’s eyes, it was the first time she looked as if she had no soul. A cold, blank expression, that I’d never witnessed in the seventeen years we’d been together. I knew she was serious this time and it concerned me. She was tired of me hurtin’ her and I couldn’t even blame her for feelin’ that way. When I pulled out of the garage, I could see Denie lookin’ out of the window in her room cryin’ and tryin’ to get my attention. Pretendin’ not to see her, I just drove off. It was hard to leave that way, but I put my pride aside and decided to give Lisa the space that she needed. The space I hope she needed. Hopefully when I got back, I could turn things around.

As I drove down I-95, I began to think. Maybe I should meet up wit’ Carlos in New York, and fly back to California wit’ him. A four hour drive is what I need right about now to get my mind right, I thought. I’ll call Los later and tell him what’s up. However, by the time I hit Baltimore, Carlos was callin’ me.

“What up?

“Rich, what happened? Lisa called Marisol all upset talking about she put you out. She also said she knew about you and Trixie. What the hell happened?”

“Man, Lisa saw ole girl on the news cryin’ about her man, and put everything together.” I couldn’t go into so much detail over the phone, but Carlos knew what that meant. “I’m just gonna roll back out for a while and let Lisa get her mind right.”

“She told Marisol that she was gonna divorce you. What’s up with that?”

“She just trippin’ right now, cuz. Man on everything I love, I’ll never smash that whore Trixie ever again. Hot-ass bitch fucked my home up.”

“No doubt, she’s bad news. I told you to stop fucking with her a long time ago.”

“Shit, don’t front. You’ve had a whore or two like that before, but you’re so scared of Marisol catchin’ your ass you can’t concentrate,” I laughed.

“Naw, it’s not that, I’m just more discreet with my shit that’s all,” Carlos bragged. “Anyway, so what’s up with you now that you’re homeless?”

“I see you got jokes. Man, I needed some time to think so I just started drivin’ and ended up on I-95. I’m in B-More right now. I’ll probably go holler at Honey, to get some head real quick, then meet you up top.”

“So, your ass just got caught up in some shit with Lisa, and you’re thinking about hooking up with another broad already?”

“Well, I’m stressed, so I need some good head to relieve that shit.” I laughed right along wit’ Carlos.

“Your ass got a problem. Okay, call me when you get here. You know Marisol wants to stay in New York until after the New Year.”

“That’s cool. I need to holla at some people in Brooklyn anyway.”

“Are you gonna fly out of JFK with us?”

“Yeah. I’ma get Nelson to meet me in B-More so he can ride wit’ me up there, and drive my truck back. I don’t know how long I’ma be in L.A. this time, and I don’t want my shit just sittin’ at the airport.”

“You like that lil dude, huh?” Carlos asked.

“Yeah, he cool peoples. He reminds me of myself when I was his age.”

“Well, hit me when you get up here.”

“A’ight, cuz.”

After I hung up wit’ Carlos, I called my man Nelson and told him to meet me in B-More at the strip club I’d invested in, called Lace. Nelson was my young dude from Montgomery County. He was pumpin’ good and was really makin’ shit happen in the D.C. area for me. Nelson reminded me so much of myself when I was his age. He had that swagger like ‘I’m that nigga’ and had been loyal thus far, so puttin’ the young soldier down on my team was a no brainer. He handled business so good that I put him in a crib out in Wheaton. It was a good location for him to still be able to shoot out to Frederick and Gaithersburg, and still get to D.C. Not to mention, it was low key.

Nelson usually just followed my lead and didn’t ask questions, which I loved, because I didn’t like talkin’ over the phone too much. Wit’ the type of day I had, it was a must to make sure I saw my stripper chick. Honey was phat as shit and had some bomb head. I usually would smash her in one of my private rooms before I hit the road to go to New York every couple of months. This time, her services were desperately needed.

When Nelson met me in the parkin’ lot, forty-five minutes later, we gave each other a quick pound then walked in together. The spot was packed since it was New Years Eve, and the strippers were dressed in all types of sparkles and shit. The club was decorated for the festivities and it appeared to be a lot goin’ on. As we moved through the crowd, I spotted Honey on stage in the VIP section in the back. She looked good as usual.

Honey had that caramel complexion wit’ a long weave that fell to her ass. Known for her purple costumes, tonight she wore a purple feather and rhinestone dress that barely covered her ass. I guess wearin’ purple was her tactic of gettin’ more money from the Ravens players. They were in the back makin’ it rain, while Honey shook her ass to Arab Money by Busta Rhymes. Nelson and I posted up against the wall as we watched Honey make her way up the pole. As she spun herself upside down and began to make her way down, we finally caught eye contact. When I nodded, she knew what time it was. After landing in a split, the crowd roared and money flew everywhere. I had to give it to her, Honey was definitely about makin’ her bread. Once her act was complete, I sent one of my security guards to help clean her money off the stage, as Nelson and I went to our private room. My day so far had been rough, so I really needed Honey to earn her money tonight.

“Hey sexy, who’s your fine-ass friend you got here,” Honey flirted while she gave Nelson a wink.

Wit’ Nelson bein’ my man and all, he was entitled to smash Honey too. “Nelson, this is Honey, Honey, this is Nelson. Now, time for business because we gotta hit the road. I don’t wanna be bringin’ in the New Year in the car.”

“So, what do you want a threesome, Rich?” Honey asked confused.

“Naw, you gonna hit me off first, then whatever my man wants you can give to him afterwards. And don’t worry, the pay is good.”

“Since you’re in such a hurry, how bout I go get Cream and let her hit him off while I take care of you?” Honey suggested.

“A’ight, cool.”

Minutes later, Nelson was greeted by Cream and before they left the room I threw Nelson ten one hundred dollar bills rolled up in a rubber band. However, I was surprised when he threw it back.

“I got this,” he said smilin’ as Cream grabbed his hand and led him out of the door.

“Un, un Rich, don’t be looking at Cream like you wanna fuck her. She can’t put it down like me, baby. Let me show you,” Honey whispered in my ear. All I could do was smell her sweet perfume and lay back so she could handle her business.

Honey got right on her knees, unzipped my jeans and put my tool in her mouth. She sucked me like a champ…always did. She definitely gave the best head that I’d ever had in my life. She could make me cum in less than two minutes, while most women couldn’t make me bust like that at all. She was a beautiful woman wit’ a sexy body, which was probably why I just didn’t understand how she could be such a whore. I wasn’t sure how she would ever get a man to wife her. Beyond the sex, what did she have to offer? I knew a lot of dudes down south wifed strippers, but that was some shit D.C. dudes just didn’t do.

“Oh, shit,” I said as Honey’s soft lips moved up and down my shaft.

It didn’t even matter that I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my dick deeper inside her mouth because she took every inch like a true professional. Even when I could feel her tonsils, she never gagged. The only time she stopped her stroke was when she licked the tip of my head or sucked on my balls, which always sent me to another level. As soon as Honey’s snake like tongue did a few more of her famous moves, I couldn’t take any more. My entire body began to shake as I unloaded a large amount of thick cum into Honey’s mouth. I could tell she swallowed every ounce.

After round one and two, I paid Honey for her services, waited for Nelson to bust his nut wit’ Cream and headed for New York. Nelson drove while I fell back and I listened to my Raheem DeVaughn CD. When the song, Marathon, came on I started to think about Lisa. I wished I could vent to Nelson about what was goin’ on wit’ my family, but I kept that part of my life separate from my business. He knew nothin’ about my family and I planned to keep it that way. However, that didn’t stop his ass from tellin’ me his shit. By the time we got to Delaware, Nelson began to open up to me about how he was caught up in a love triangle.

He seemed to really be in love wit’ this young chick and was tryin’ to get rid of his old girl who was tryin’ to put a baby on him. He said he felt bad for fuckin’ Cream because he was tryin’ to do right by his girl. It was funny to see Mr. Casanova have hearts in his eyes. I got satisfaction out of teasin’ him. One little girl had left her boyfriend for him, so he didn’t trust her, and the other one he really liked, but she was so private it drove him crazy. I laughed and told him that could be a good thing, but just continue fuckin’ both of them. He was still young. Nelson made me laugh the whole ride to New York. Bein’ wit’ him made me miss Juan. It also made me long for a closer relationship wit’ him. Hopefully, one day when all this nonsense wit’ me and Lisa died down, we could work on that.

****

Nelson and I met up wit’ Carlos and handled some business in Brooklyn, before tryin’ to figure out how we would bring in the New Year. Carlos got a call from Marisol askin’ him to meet her and her friend who lived in New York in Times Square to watch the ball drop. However, I guess Marisol wasn’t happy wit’ his response because she hung up on him once Carlos said that shit was corny, and that we were bringin’ in the New Year at the 40-40 Club. Nelson and Carlos knew I rarely partied in D.C., but when we traveled out of town, we did it big.

When we pulled up to the club, the line was wrapped around the block. Luckily, Carlos had already called our New York connect so we were good. They knew that I wasn’t about to stand in a line, even if we were out of town. It wasn’t long before our waitress came to the door to get us and had security escort us through the crowd to VIP. Ace of Spade bottles and Ciroc were already on ice as soon as we arrived. Wit’ the day I had, a drink was a definite. We weren’t even in the club twenty minutes when I glanced over at Nelson, who was on his I-phone textin’.

“Damn, nigga. You shoulda brought her wit’ us!” I yelled. “I would’ve even got y’all a suite.”

“I’m cool!” Nelson yelled over the music as he sipped his champagne like he wasn’t missin’ his girl.

“A’ight, mister tough guy,” I joked.

When the security guard moved the red stanchion back moments later, Marisol walked in wit’ some hot Puerto Rican chick. They both were wearin’ black sequin dresses wit’ glittery Happy New Years hats. Tootin’ their horns in our faces, they stumbled like they were already tipsy. Marisol greeted Carlos wit’ a kiss first, and then came over to give me a hug.

“Hey Rich, where’s Lisa!” she said wit’ excitement as if she expected me to say she went to the bathroom or somethin’.

“Don’t fuckin’ play wit’ me right now, Marisol. You know what she told you over the phone,” I snapped.

“Yeah, but I honestly thought y’all would’ve worked that shit out by now. She’s mad at you all the time,” Marisol responded. Her breath definitely smelled like vodka.

“Well, she’s a little more than mad this time, but fuck that shit. Let her trip. I really don’t care right now.” I looked at the fine Puerto Rican honey. Who’s that wit’ you?” I gave her friend the eye, but Marisol wasn’t havin’ it.

“Don’t fuck with me Rich, that’s my friend Jade and she’s off limits. I love Lisa, she’s like my sister. I would never hurt her!”

“Look, Lisa put me out and told me she wants a divorce, so I’m doin’ me right now, so fuck her! She fucked my car up, bleached my fuckin’ clothes, and ruined all my watches. She lucky she ain’t bringin’ in the New Year at Washington Hospital Center. I’ma give her the space that she wants, but I know she’ll be back in my face in no time!” I yelled over the music.

“You fucked up Rich. You’ve been doing you for a long time, not just tonight. If Carlos did the shit that you do, he would be dead. Real talk, I don’t fuck around with my feelings.” When Marisol saw that I wasn’t interested in what she had to say, she changed the subject. “Well, anyway let’s enjoy the New Year, but you better go home to your wife, sir.”

“Man, who knows, my new future wife might be bringin’ in 2010 wit’ me tonight!” Again, I looked over at her friend, who had thick legs like Alicia Keys.

“Fuck off, Rich!” Marisol rolled her eyes at me and walked over to Carlos.

During their deep conversation, I’m sure she was ventin’ to him about how I wasn’t shit, but little did she know, I was goin’ to have that fine Puerto Rican mami’s legs in the air by the end of the night. I was definitely droppin’ balls tonight, and it wasn’t gonna be in Times Square.

We popped Ace of Spade most of the night as DJ Biz Markie killed it. When I filled Jade’s glass of champagne back up for the third time, she thanked me and gave me a look that let me know it was on. When Marisol and Carlos went out on the dance floor, it was time to make my move. I had no idea where Nelson was. He’d vanished a while ago.

“So, Jade where are you from?”

“I’m originally from Puerto Rico, but I’ve been living here in New York since I was fifteen.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-seven, why?”

“I just wanted to make sure you’re legal. You look young.” One side of her long Cassie inspired haircut was completely shaved, while the other side fell to her shoulders. Wit’ thick eyeliner and smoky shadow over her eyes, she definitely gave off an edgy vibe, which I liked.