You're the One I Want (12 page)

I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb in the well-to-do neighborhood, like all eyes were on me. I walked up to the big, wide, white door and pressed the doorbell. I could hear the echo of the ring inside the house. I tugged my skirt down, checked my titties as I waited for Kashawn to answer. I was nervous as hell. I looked back at Tangela sitting in her ride, looking. I heard footsteps coming closer toward the door.

“All right, 'Tiesha, put your game face on, mama.”

When that big door flew open, this six-foot-four mocha Choco-latte
brother with deep brown eyes and juicy-ass lips stood in front of me. I had no idea how gorgeous Kashawn was. The newspapers didn't do his fine ass justice. All I could do was stare.

“Can I help you?”

“Huh? What? Oh, my bad. Sorry to bother you, but my car broke down a few blocks down the street and I was wondering if I could use your phone to call my friend to come get me?”

“Yeah, come on in.” Damn, his voice alone was enough to make my pussy tickle.

I stepped over the threshold, entering Kashawn's palace. With brandy in one hand, he searched his pockets with the other for his phone. “Here we go,” he said, swiping it from a small table behind one of the pretty white leather sofas.

I dialed a fake number, held it up to my ear, and faked a conversation with someone made up. I had to pull a name quick out of my ass. Kashawn had his TV on, tuned to CNN. “Anderson, this is Katiesha. My car broke down again. Can you come get me? I'm over here on… What's the address here?”

“1413 Thornburg Court.”

“1413 Thornburg Court. Yeah, Anderson, way out here. “I'll be outside waitin'.” I handed the phone back to Kashawn. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome. What's going on with your car?”

“It won't start. I don't know what's wrong with it this time. That damn car is always breakin' down.”

“You want me to go take a look at it? You said it's down the street, right?”

“No, it's cool. You don't need to do that.”

“Are you sure? It's no problem. I own an auto parts store, so I know my way around cars. It would save your friend from having to drive all the way out here.”

“No, it's all good. He said he's out here in the area anyway.”

“You sure?”

I gave Kashawn a flirtatious smile. “Yeah, he's on his way.”

“Well, it's pretty dark out there. You can wait around here for him if you want.”

“I don't want to put you out.”

“It's not a problem. Just hang tight until he shows up.”

“Thank you. Anderson takes his time getting anywhere, so it might be a while.”

“You want something to drink while you wait?”

“I'll have a beer if it's not any trouble.”

“No trouble. I'll be right back,” Kashawn said. He set his glass on the coffee table and hauled off to the kitchen. As he rummaged around for a can opener, I reached inside my purse to pull out a tiny plastic bag of GHB. “So what kind of car do you drive?”

“It's a 2001 Oldsmobile Bravado. I just got it, actually,” I lied.

“What lot did you buy it off of if you don't mind my asking?”

I slipped a tiny white pill in his drink and swiveled it around in the glass of liquor and ice. “Kareem's Auto on Apalachee Street.”

“I know them. Be careful with those guys. I know a guy who used to fix cars for them who told me that a lot of the cars they have suffered water damage from Hurricane Katrina.”

“That would explain why I've been having so many problems with it.”

Kashawn unscrewed the top off a bottle of beer and walked out of the kitchen, back to where I was standing. “People I've talked to who have bought cars from them come to the store to buy new parts for parts that have rusted out from all the water damage.” Kashawn handed me the cold beer. “Here you go.”

“That's what's up then. I'm getting rid of it. That SUV ain't been givin' me nothin' but trouble since I got the thing.” It's a wonder my nose wasn't growing with all the lies I was telling. I watched
Kashawn take a swig from his beer. It wouldn't be long before the drug took hold. “This is a nice house you have here.”

“It oughta be. It cost me enough.”

“You know what? I thought you looked familiar. I saw you and your wife in the paper. What's your name?”

“Kashawn Parker, and, yes, that was us.” He smiled like he took pride in knowing I noticed him.

“And Bree Parker is your wife. Y'all make a beautiful couple.”

He took a sip from his spiked drink. “Thank you. I was a ball of nerves that day.”

“I bet your wife was climbing the walls.”

“She claims…that, um…that she was all right once she saw me standing at the end of the altar.”

I could tell that the drug was starting to take effect, judging from the way Kashawn was losing his ability to stand. “I've always dreamt of gettin' married, but I guess it was never in the cards.”

“The right guy is out there for you. He just hasn't found you yet.” Kashawn looked as if he was about to lose his balance.

“You all right?” I asked, knowing good and damn well he was anything but.

“Yeah, just a little dizzy.”

“You should lie down.”

“I think you're right.”

Kashawn couldn't keep his balance and was about to take a nosedive into the coffee table until I wedged myself under his right arm to keep him from falling.

“Let me help you upstairs.”

Kashawn was listless, dragging his feet across the white marble floor. It took some
She-Hulk
kind of strength to get his ass upstairs.

I laid him gently on the king-sized bed like he was fragile, fine china. I sat on the bed next to him, admiring his boyish good looks.
I caressed his chiseled jaw, ran my fingers over his full lips that I reached over and kissed. His chest was warm to the touch as I slipped my fingers between the open grooves of his lavender dress shirt. I looked around the bedroom that was bigger than my bathroom and living room combined. There was a huge vanity strewn with earrings, necklaces, and diamond rings.

Here Bree was, living high off the hog, while I scraped for every nickel and dime I made. It wasn't right that she should get the fine hubby, the big crib in the well-to-do part of town with all the white folks and their ripe green yards where shit was pretty and worry-free. I took a tour of the bedroom. The white and peach bathroom was the size of my garage. Bree had the walk-in closet that I had only dreamt of having. There were columns of shoes that went to the ceiling while Prada, Chanel and Louis Vuitton lined the perimeter of the closet. Bree's white mink was the first thing that caught my eye.

“I bet this shit here cost more than my mortgage.”

I got undressed and tried on the fur. It felt like it was made for me, the way it hugged my naked body. I tried on Bree's rings, sliding a different piece of bling on each finger. “Yeah, a bitch could get used to this right here. The glamorous life.”

An unconscious Kashawn reflected back at me in the vanity mirror. I turned to him. “All right, time is money. Let's get this shit started.”

I walked over, undid the clasp of Kashawn's peanut butter-tan slacks, unzipped them, and slowly reached under the waistband of his drawers. His dick felt fat and limp to the touch. Kashawn didn't budge.

“Hope I didn't give him too much of that shit.” I held my index finger under his nose. “Yeah, still breathing.”

When I tugged his dick out, I was dumbfounded by the size. It
had to be eleven inches, easy. Dick so thick, I almost couldn't get my fingers around the shaft. I kept an eye on him as I started to tease his dick with the tip of my tongue. It started to bone up. Kashawn was out cold, but his dick was wide awake. I took the thick head into my mouth, hugging the plump, tasty tip before I began throating his appendage until the thing was hard enough for my pussy. I eased on top of him. As I straddled him, his meat baton kissed the lips of my pussy. I reached back and aimed his engorged thickness in.

“Oh shit,” I said, letting loose a sigh of ecstasy as I used him to enter me. I rode him like he was one of those mechanical bulls at AJ's Bar where I like to go to on ladies night. “Damn, this dick is good.”

I clawed at his chest as I rode Kashawn, my pussy hugging all eleven chocolate inches. I smiled as I watched his dick piston-pump my pussy. Had I had a cam, I would have recorded the shit, being the kinky bitch I am. Put a deep-dicking like the one I was getting on YouTube. To have Bree walk in on me putting this gushy down on her high-class doctor husband would have to do. As I was working Kashawn, he started to come to.

“Bree?” he whispered.

“Hey, baby,” I said, caressing his face. “Relax. Let me get this nut out of you.”

Just as I was working him over, his dick slamming into my sweet spot, I heard a car door slam. “Right on time, wifey.” I began to moan loudly on purpose so Bree could hear me fucking her man. I could hear her coming, each stair creaking to her weight.

I
jumped out of Deanthony's SUV and ran inside, hollering for Kashawn. I froze at the foot of the stairs when I heard salacious moans reverberating from upstairs. My concern for Kashawn started to fade when anger crept in. As I eased up the carpeted steps to our bedroom, I grew more pissed. The bedroom door was cracked open slightly.
His ass doesn't even have sense enough to lock the fuckin' door.
Shock ran through my whole body when I saw this petite, bony, butt-naked bitch on top of Kashawn.

“Damn, you got some good dick,” the woman said.

“What the fuck!”

This bitch turned her head to look at me. “Bree, this is your man? Girl, he knows how to break a bitch off.”

“Katiesha?”

It was this skanky bitch I knew from when I worked at Risqué. I could see nothing but red, like all sense of reason and rationality had left my body when I saw that skank on top of my husband. Instead of Kashawn getting up, he just lay there like he was in some kind of unconscious haze, like he didn't know where the fuck he was, but that was all right, because I would soon slap him out of it as soon as I put an ass-whippin' on this bitch. I lunged for Katiesha, grabbing her by her nasty-ass weave. I flung her off Kashawn and onto the floor.

“Bitch, get the fuck off me,” she protested.

I started punching her in the face with a closed fist, beating the shit out of her. Katiesha pushed me off, but I slapped her down.

“Help!” she started yelling. “This bitch is crazy.”

“Skank-ass ho!” I yelled as I punched and slapped her. I was wailing on her ass good until I felt arms wrap around my mid-region, pulling me off Katiesha.

“Bree, stop, damn, you're going to kill her.”

“That's the idea,” I said as I struggled to free myself from Deanthony's hold on me. “Put me down. I'ma kill this bitch!”

Katiesha slid off in the corner of the room like the snake she was. She held her hands up to her face, blood staining her busted lip. “Bitch, you always been crazy.”

The cops had arrived out of nowhere. This big-ass white man, who was the size of a refrigerator, stood in the bedroom door. He noticed Katiesha crying, frightened and bleeding in the corner. Fuckin' bitch! The linebacker of a cop rushed to her aid. I turned to Kashawn, more than ready to wail on his black ass for messing around on me with this hood rat.

“Nigga, wake your ass up!” I yelled. I slapped him across his face until Deanthony stopped me.

“That bitch is crazy, arrest her,” Katiesha yelled.

I was trying to hear nothing coming out of her ho-ass mouth. Good thing for her po-po came, 'cause I would have stomped her ass into next week. “Of all the bitches to cheat on me with, you fuck this bitch, and in our house, Kashawn, in our fuckin' bed?” He acted like he couldn't hear me. “Wake your ass up!” I knew he was faking.

“Ma'am, what happened here?” this cop asked me.

“What the fuck does it look like?” Katiesha hollered. “She just came charging her ass in here and started hitting me. Bitch, I'm going to sue your crazy ass.”

I slapped Kashawn again across his face. “Wake the fuck up.”

“Bree, stop,” Deanthony said, pulling me away.

“Why isn't he waking up?”

Deanthony quickly rushed to Kashawn's side where he attempted to shake him into consciousness. “ 'Shawn, wake up, bro. 'Shawn!”

“Sir, you need to stand back,” the cop warned.

I felt Kashawn's forehead. “He's hot. Come on, man, stop playing.”

I noticed his eyes roll back into his head. “Bitch, what did you do to him?”

Another cop entered the room. This one was thin, tall, and baldheaded. He looked Cuban. He wrestled Deanthony to the ground like D killed somebody. I shook Kashawn as hard as I could, but he wouldn't wake up.

“Somebody help me!”

Deanthony yelled and cussed at the Cuban-looking cop as the man pinned him down, clicking cuffs around his wrists.

“Officer, let him go, he's my brother-in-law.”

“I don't care who he is. When a police officer tells you to stop, you stop.”

This was some fucked-up shit. “Y'all help my husband, damn.”

Cuban Cop finally called it in after he had Deanthony cuffed. Kashawn looked at me, moving his lips like he was trying to say something. I pressed my ear to his mouth, yet nothing but jumbled nonsense was coming out.

“What about me? I'm bleeding over here,” Skank Ho' said.

“You slipped him some of that nasty shit you on, didn't you? What the fuck did you give my husband?” I charged at her, ready to put another beat down on Skank Ho's ass until Refrigerator Cop pulled me back and slapped handcuffs on me. “Kashawn, it's going to be okay, baby. The ambulance is coming.” I pulled against the cuffs. “Fuck you arresting me for? I found this ho on my property, in
my house, in my bed, fucking my man, and y'all are putting cuffs on me?”