Fantasy (11 page)

James pulled up to Delicia’s house fifteen minutes early. He got out of his car and walked toward her apartment building. He entered the building and proceeded to the third floor. When he reached her apartment, he knocked on the door. He was shocked when a tall, muscle-bound brother with dreads in his head answered the door with attitude. James wasn’t a small dude, but this cat outweighed him by a good fifty pounds. He was buffed for real.

“Who the fuck is you and why are you knocking at my girl’s door, nigga?” the man asked him. He eyed James up and down and hoped he said something wrong outta his mouth to give him a reason to stretch him out.

James had to think fast or risk getting his ass kicked. “Slow ya roll, bro. I’m not here to cause any problems. My name is James. I’m Delicia’s boss. Today was her last day and I offered to drop off her last paycheck so that she wouldn’t have to make another trip to the office. She knows that I’m coming by,” James said calmly. He hoped that his act worked.

“My bad, dude. My name is Rock. I thought you were some dude trying to push up on my girl. She’s the wild type. As fine as she is, I gotta always get some wreck in on a nigga because she can’t keep from flirting and leading niggas on. She’s a handful to deal with, bro. She’s the type that likes a nigga to go upside her head to feel like she’s loved. Man to man, I know you’ve seen that type before, playa. Come on in, James. Delicia, your old boss is out here!” Rock said as he opened the door to let James come in.

James had a seat on the same couch that he had just sexed Delicia on a few days ago. He exhaled and couldn’t wait to get this whole deal over with. A few minutes later, Delicia walked into the room. She was dressed in a wife beater and a pair of Daisy Duke shorts.

“Hey, James, what’s up? Thank you for stopping by to bring me my check. I see you’ve met my crazy boyfriend, Rock. We’ve been together for five years and plan to get married next year,” Delicia said as she sat in his lap. She kissed Rock on his forehead.

“Yeah, we’re getting married if you act right,” Rock chimed in. “It’s not a problem at all. I have your check right here. Oops, I must have left it in the car,” James said as he searched his suit jacket. He didn’t want to give Delicia five grand in cash in front of her man because he would know that something wasn’t right. He wanted her to come outside to get the money with no drama so that he could be on his way. He hoped Delicia would take the cue. “That’s no problem. I’ll walk out with you to get it. Rock, watch the food on the stove while I go outside to get my check,” Delicia said. She followed James out the door toward the parking lot. When they reached his car, Delicia reached out her hand and grabbed his ass. James slapped her hand away. She just giggled at him.

“Woman, are you crazy? Your man is right up them stairs. You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend or that he lived with you. You had me up in there with you, and he could’ve come home and killed both of us!” James said angrily. When he reached his car, he leaned up against the passenger-side car door and took the envelope containing the money out of his suit jacket inside pocket. He handed it to Delicia. She took the envelope and checked to make sure that all of the money was there. Once she saw that it was five grand in the envelope, she was content.

“Be easy, Mr. Tight Ass. Rock was outta town and I knew that he wasn’t coming home until the next day. Besides, that ain’t none of ya business. You’ve got a wife at home ya self. Anyway, as bad as you wanted to fuck me, you would’ve still came over if I had told you that I had a man. Tell me that I’m lying,” Delicia demanded boldly. She leaned forward and pressed her body up against his.

“That’s beside the point. Anyway, I hope this concludes our business agreement,” James said.
“Not quite. I need one more thing from you,” Delicia said as she took his hands and rested them on her
derriẻre.
James couldn’t resist squeezing her Charmin-soft rear end.
“And what’s that?” James asked.
“Since this is the last time I will see you, I want a goodbye kiss,” Delicia replied. Before he could respond, she pressed her lips up against his. The connection between their lips felt so good, James found his tongue wrapped around hers in a kinky French kiss. Delicia began to fondle his private area. When James felt his nature rising, he pulled back.
“Nah, you ain’t getting me with that one again. You’ve got your money and now I’m outta here,” James said. His body was hesitant to pull away, but his mind knew that if he stayed there a minute longer, Delicia would be sprawled across the hood of his car getting all seven inches of his manhood shoved up inside of her for the whole neighborhood to see. He pushed Delicia off him and walked over to the driver’s door.
“Have it your way, James. It was nice knowing you. Excuse me, I mean, fucking you,” Delicia said as she walked back to her apartment. James sped off to get home as soon as possible. When Delicia got back to her apartment, Rock greeted her at the door.
“Did you get the money, bitch?” he asked.
“Hell yeah, I got every penny. Oh, and watch who you’re calling a bitch, nigga. You can only call me that when you’re fucking the taste outta my mouth,” Delicia replied. She handed him the envelope so that he could count it for himself.
“That was a sweet-ass lick you pulled off, baby. You made five grand just for fucking a nigga twice. I might have to put you out on the track like the rest of my hoes,” Rock said as he smacked her on her bottom. Rock was a pimp and Delicia was his main bitch. She didn’t have to work the streets like his other girls. He used her for special projects. They had been running scams like this for years.
“Not a chance. I ain’t walking the streets for nobody anymore. Those days are over for me,” Delicia said.
“Yeah, well get that ass in that bedroom and show Daddy why he shouldn’t put you back out on the streets,” Rock commanded.
“Anything for you, Big Poppa,” Delicia responded. She strutted into the bedroom and Rock followed right behind her. She was gonna do what she did best—work her magic on a man to make him do whatever she wanted him to do.

When James put his key into the door, the house was totally dark except for the TV in the living room. He walked into the living room expecting to find Arnell waiting for him. He saw several boxes positioned all over the room. Arnell lay across the couch fully dressed with tears flowing down her cheeks.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” James asked in a concerned tone. He walked over to the couch to comfort her. When he tried to hug her, she pushed him away.

“Where have you been, James? I called your office and nobody answered. If you were there, why didn’t you answer the phone?” Arnell asked angrily as she wiped her eyes with tissue.

“Baby, I was there all night. I didn’t answer the phone because I didn’t want to be disturbed while I completed my work on the case,” James lied with a straight face.

“Oh really? I came by your office and I didn’t see your car parked in your reserved parking space. How do you explain that?” she asked with attitude.

“My car was parked in my space, baby. Are you sure that you were in the right parking lot? Where are all these crazy questions coming from?” James asked. He was calling her bluff to see if she really did come by the office or was just fishing for him to confess to doing something wrong.

“James, you know what? I didn’t come past your job. I just wanted to see if you could be honest with me. When I got home tonight, there was a package under the door addressed to me. I opened it up and boy was I surprised to see what was in it,” Arnell confessed.
“What was in the package?” James asked curiously. Arnell didn’t respond. She grabbed the remote control off the

couch and pressed play on the VCR. When the tape began to play, his jaw dropped onto the floor. It was a tape of him and Delicia’s sexcapade from the other day. He didn’t know what to do.

“Baby, I can explain. I am so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. It was a mistake. It only happened once. I swear. Baby, please forgive me!” James pleaded. He got down on knees in front of Arnell. She laughed at his futile attempts at being regretful for his actions.

“It only happened once? Is that right? Well, then why did Ms. Delicia include a note with the tape saying she fucked you today in your office?” Arnell asked.

“Baby, she’s lying. I only cheated on you once. I swear, that’s the truth! You’ve gotta forgive me, Arnell!” James pleaded.
“James, I know you’re lying and I know that you weren’t at work tonight. She also said in her letter that you were coming by her house tonight to pay her money to quit her job and for her silence about your affair. Do you deny that as well?” Arnell asked angrily.
“No, it’s all true,” James admitted in a defeated tone. He was straight busted. He held his face in hands as he wept.
“Good. Well, now I want you to leave. I took the liberty of packing your clothes while you were out. Anything that I forgot, I’ll send to your mother’s house. You have twenty minutes to get ya shit outta here!” Arnell screamed.
“Baby, please don’t do this! Don’t throw away everything we’ve built. This was my first time and it will never happen again!” James said.
“I know it won’t happen again. I loved you with all of my heart, James. I gave you two beautiful children. I won’t give you another chance to hurt me like this. You better hurry up and get ya shit together. The clock is ticking,” Arnell said coldly. She walked out of the room then up the stairs to her bedroom. She wanted to mourn in private.
James began loading the boxes into his car. Once he was done, he headed for a hotel to spend the night. He had wrecked his marriage over a piece of pussy. He wanted to kick himself for being so stupid. He knew that the chances of Arnell forgiving him were slim to none. His life had been turned upside down by a lowlife chick like Delicia. He was pissed that he’d paid her what she wanted and she still fucked him over. Wanting to vent his rage, he called her on her cell phone. She answered on the second ring.
“Hey, James, what’s up, boo? Are you calling me because your wife got that little package I sent her?” Delicia asked.
“That was so fucked up for you to do that to me. How could you ruin my life? What did I ever do to you? If I ever see you again, I swear I’ma kill you, bitch!” James yelled into the phone.
“Aaw, James, you ain’t gonna do nothing. You don’t have the balls to kill nobody. Soft niggas like you talk the talk but can’t walk the walk. Remember, I did tell you that I hate to be rejected. You should’ve took me up on my offer to become your mistress and everything would have been fine. Since you didn’t, I had to make you pay for not doing what I wanted. Payback is a bitch. Oh, yeah, and if you think about coming after me, I have Rock right here as my witness that you threatened me so that I can have you arrested for harassment. You know the law and how easy it is for a woman to jam a nigga up on that type of charge. If that doesn’t work, Rock will have no problem stomping a mud hole in ya ass if you try to harm one hair on his baby’s pretty lil’ head. Let this be the last time you call me, motherfucker!” she said and hung up the phone.
I am a fucking asshole! I’m going through all of this shit because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants. I’m gonna lose everything I worked to build because of a piece of ghetto ass. I gotta get Arnell back! She’s gotta come back to me!
James said to himself as he contemplated how he could put the pieces of his fucked up life back together.

Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep!
Opening her eyes, thankful for another day, Sharice Cummings arose ready for war. Knowing that it was going to take a mountain and a mole hill to get her kids up and ready for school, she headed down the flight of steps to the kitchen. Twisting open the window shade, she gazed out and welcomed another dreary day. Fed up and tired were not the words to describe the way she felt. It was almost five years since her divorce from her children’s father, Lester, and nothing in her life had changed.
Everyday the routine remained the same; wake up, cook, kids, work, cook, clean, kids, sleep. The order was always the same. Life for her ex, however, seemed to be getting better and better. After dedicating thirteen years of her life to him and their children, he up and left her for none other than her best friend, Tammy. Now, happily married, he and Tammy live in a $700,000 home; he has been promoted to partner at the law firm; and Tammy is pregnant with their first child.
T
hem hoes on Desperate Housewives ain’t got nothing on me.
She smiled. With hopes of getting a minute or two of, more sleep she folded her arms across her chest and closed her eyes. Only the sound of coffee drips draining from the filter filled her mind. Instead of sleeping, she found herself counting each drop. Still groggy and yawning, she headed back upstairs with her cup of coffee. Inhaling deeply she stood in front of Mason’s door, her eighteen-year-old son and prepared for war.
“Mason, it’s 5:52, time to get up!” she yelled.
Placing her ear to the door, she listened for any sound of movement being made. Not hearing any, she rolled her eyes again and headed to the bathroom for her morning shower.
Towel-drying her hair on the way out of the shower, she checked the clock; it read 6:09. Grabbing her robe, she slid into it and tied it gently around her waist.
Staring at herself in the full-length mirror, she made a mental note to lose five pounds. Marching past Mason’s room, she yelled for him to get up once more. Beating on Mya’s door, her twelveyear-old daughter, Sharice called out for her to get up as well.
Waking Mya up was never a problem; it was her slowness and lolley-gagging that drove Sharice crazy. Twenty minutes passed and everyone in the house was up and running around. Standing in front of her walk-in closet, Mya couldn’t make up her mind on what she wanted to wear. Catching her as she walked by’ Sharice yelled, “Quit pussyfootin’ around, girl, and come on!”
“I ain’t got nothing to wear,” Mya yelled back.
“Mya all them clothes in that closet and you can’t find nothing to wear? Girl, you better quit playin’ wit me and come on!”
Checking her watch Sharice noticed that she had only fifteen minutes to get Mason to school. “Mason are you dressed yet?” she shouted as she walked past his room putting makeup on.
“Yeah, but I can’t get in the bathroom, ’cause yo’ slow-ass daughter is in there.”
“You better watch yo’ damn mouth, boy!”
“Hurry up, Mya!”
“Wait!” she laughed, taking her precious time.
“You ain’t gon’ look no better so hurry up,” Mason said while beating on the bathroom door.
Swinging the door open, Mya pushed him in the chest. Yanking her by the arm, Mason grabbed the back of her neck and put her in a headlock.
“Momma!” Mya yelled.
“Mason, quit playin’ and let your sister go!”
Easing his grip on her neck, Mason let her up, only to kick her in the butt.
“Punk,” Mya spat.
“Ho!”
“Momma, Mason called me a ho!”
“Mason, I’m gon’ beat yo’ ass if you say one mo’ cuss word in my house,” Sharice yelled while putting on her heels.
Another five minutes passed by and they still were no closer to being dressed and ready to leave. Besides getting the kids to school she had an eight-o’clock meeting with a couple looking to buy a home. Sharice was a realtor and a damn good one at that. She sold real estate to some of the richest people in the Show Me State.
Sharice loved her job. Everyday she got the chance to see how the other half lived. Sometimes she would catch herself gazing at the homes, wishing that one day, she would have one of her own. She told herself that one day she would be able to afford her dream house. Only being in the business for a year and a half, Sharice had already sold more than forty homes.
Besides her job, her kids filled up her life. To Sharice, her life was complete; she had no room for anything else. She would sometimes have drinks with the girls, but that didn’t happen too often. And a man, what about one? Sharice hadn’t been around one of those in years.
The betrayal, mixed with heartache that Lester had left behind, nearly killed her. After talking to a psychologist, her wounds healed, only to be reopened. Three years after her divorce and Sharice had finally gotten the courage to date again.