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  “It was humiliating, especially since my sister decided to invite Paige.”

  The smile on Corey’s face dissipated. He asked, “She was there?”

  “Hell yeah, and it felt like that bitch was taunting me all evening.”

  “What did she say to you?”

  “What didn’t she say? All night she kept saying things and doing things that were pissing me off, Corey. I knew she was doing this on purpose. Finally I confronted her, and from then we started fighting.”

  “Fighting. Dawn, you too old to be doing that.”

  “I was tired of her. I lost it.”

  Corey walked up to me and hugged me, saying, “Well, try to forget about her. We have plans. Let’s go out and have some fun, just me and you.”

  “I don’t know if I feel like going anywhere,” I said, trying to push myself back out of his arms.

  “But you said we were going. Are you telling me you don’t want to do this now?” Corey asked.

  I wanted to say yes, but I knew the reason why I didn’t want to go was because Paige and Phoenix messed up my evening. All I wanted to do was crawl up on my couch and relax. I’d had enough excitement for the night, and I really wasn’t in the mood to do anything else. As much as I didn’t want to get dressed to go out, I had to. Me and my husband-to-be had been planning this for over two weeks now, and I couldn’t allow the madness that happened earlier to interfere with a wonderful evening with Corey.

  “Give me a few minutes and I will be ready,” I told Corey, whose smile returned.

  He kissed me on the lips and said, “Hurry up,” smacking me on my butt as I walked past him.

  After showering, I put on a sexy black strapless dress and my five-inch black heels. When I went to brush my hair, I got upset again when pieces of my hair came out in clumps from Paige jerking on it earlier. I pulled the clumps of hair out of the brush and took in a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I was not going to let that trick mess up my night. I brushed my hair down, letting it sweep my shoulders, and tucked my hair behind my ears. Despite the hair she succeeded in pulling from my scalp, I still had plenty. I was ready to go.

  When I walked into the living area, I saw Corey had put on the jacket to the black slacks he was wearing. He was standing at the door looking at his watch. When he saw me, his smile returned to his lips.

  “Honey, you look good enough to eat,” he said, walking over to me and embracing me. He nibbled on my neck.

  I had to smile at my fiancé. As many issues as we had in the past, I knew I was the woman he wanted to be with. “Maybe you can do that later,” I teased.

  “Maybe I will,” he retorted with a smirk.

  “So, you ready?” he asked.

  “I am if you are.”

  I still wasn’t in the mood, but I was going to push through my frustration and try to enjoy a memorable evening with my man.

  Chapter 7

  Phoenix

  Finally I was getting me a piece, and it was so damn good. Von pounded into me, giving me exactly what my body craved: an orgasm. I bucked and I yelled. I screeched with satisfaction, enjoying the weight of him on top of me. This man was nothing but the truth. I didn’t need him in me to get off, because I would just look at this luscious man and get quivers throughout my body.

  All was going great, until Tobias walked in. I saw him enter out of the corner of my eye, but I didn’t bother to stop, and neither did Von, who was so wrapped up in my good pussy that he didn’t notice Tobias come in the room.

  Tobias stood there gawking. Nothing was falling out of his mouth. Not a “stop it” or “what the hell is going on?” He stood there like a knot on a log and watched as I got pounded by a man who wasn’t him. My plan went down exactly like I wanted it to, with the exception of him not going off about the situation.

  I arched my back and dug my nails deeper into Von’s back, yelling louder with pleasure, hoping this surge of my desire would ignite a rage in Tobias. Von buried his face in the crook of my neck as he gripped my butt and lifted it to his manhood to enter me deeper and deeper. There were no sheets covering us, just our arms and legs intertwined for Tobias to see. I moaned and wailed, getting annoyed because Tobias still wasn’t saying anything. I threw some words in to make matters worse.

  “That it right there, baby. Pound this pussy. That’s right. Like that,” I urged as Von obeyed my orders and deepened his penetration, pleasing my center.

  Now is when Tobias made himself known by clearing his throat. Von was so deep in me he didn’t hear him. Tobias cleared his throat louder, and this time Von heard him. He looked around to see Tobias standing in the room, and then he looked down at me.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked Tobias.

  “You told me to come by.”

  “No, I didn’t,” I lied.

  “Yes, you did,” he said slowly.

  “Well, I don’t remember,” I said as Von got off of me and sat on the side of the bed saying nothing. He was good. Even though Tobias interrupted, we both had reached our peak. I reached mine several times. Tobias had just walked into the second go-round.

  Boldly, Von stood and pulled his boxers up on his magnificent frame. When he did this, he made sure to turn around so Tobias could get a good look at what he was working with. There was no smirk or frown on Von’s face when he did this. He was straight-faced as he took his time getting himself together.

  Tobias stood there looking like a damn punk. If he was supposed to be my man, then why wasn’t he flipping out right now? There is not a man I know who would be calm about what Tobias just walked in on. I was confused and in utter shock at his reaction, which was none.

  Once Von was completely dressed, he leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll holla at you later,” he said to me as he stood back up and glanced at Tobias. Von casually breezed past Tobias, who still stood watching.

  Maybe that was his thing. Maybe he liked voyeurism and this scene turned him on. Well, it wasn’t turning me on. If anything, it was weirding me out even more and further let me know this was why I didn’t want to be around this man anymore.

  “So you’re just going to stand there?” I asked sardonically.

  “How could you do this to me?”

  Now I was getting a reaction, even though it was still a composed one.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked, playing stupid, pulling the sheets around me and leaning back on the headboard like I didn’t have a care in the world.

  “This. You and this man.”

  “Tobias, we are not together,” I said loudly, trying to get this through his thick skull.

  “Yes, we are,” he argued.

  “No, we are not. I broke up with you three months ago, but you keep coming back. You keep showing up thinking I still want you.”

  “You do. You want me enough to screw me,” he said.

  “And? I like to have sex. That doesn’t mean I want to be in a relationship with you. If that was the case, I would be with Von. Did you see what that man was working with?” I asked.

  He rubbed his head, saying, “I can’t believe this. You have really hurt me.”

  Now, mind you, when he was talking, it was not done in an angry tone. He was standing there looking like a wimp. If this were me and I caught the person I wanted to be with fucking somebody else, I would be going the hell off. But not Tobias. He was cool as a cucumber, which made no sense to me. Who would be calm at a moment like this? I swear I didn’t understand this man, but I really didn’t care to.

  “I wish I could say I’m sorry, but I’m not, Tobias. You needed to see this in order to know whatever you thought we had we don’t have anymore. No matter how many times I tell you this, you don’t believe me. I’m hoping this incident will convince you I’ve moved on to bigger and better.”

  “It has opened my eyes up a bit about you,” Tobias said, looking like he was getting ready to cry.

  “Good. Now maybe you can give me back my key and get rid of the copies
you have made.”

  “Phoenix,” he said, pausing.

  This punk was really getting choked up by what I was saying. I rolled my eyes. I mean, what the hell? Get a damn backbone already and handle your business. Leave me alone, I thought.

  “What, Tobias?” I asked in frustration since it was taking him so long to speak.

  “I’m willing to forgive you for this,” he said.

  What he said almost made me fall out my damn bed and hit my head on the corner of my nightstand to knock myself out. Was he kidding me? “You are going to forgive me?” I asked in shock.

  He walked over to the bed and sat down on the side Von just had me sprawled out on. I knew he had to be sitting on our wet spot. He went to reach for my hand, but I moved it before he could touch me.

  “I forgive you. You needed to get this out of your system, and now that you have, we can start fresh in our relationship.”

  “What relationship? I don’t want you!” I yelled.

  This frustrated me, because even after catching me with another man, Tobias still couldn’t see how bad I wanted him out of my life. I knew I was good, but damn. This man had lost his ever-loving mind over me.

  “Actions speak louder than words, Phoenix, and our actions the other night were pure love and ecstasy.”

  “It was only sex,” I shrieked.

  “Which I love more than life. Phoenix, I love you so much, and I want to show you how much you mean to me.”

  Tobias reached down in his pocket and pulled out a black velvet box. He then got down at the side of my bed on one knee. Opening the box, he asked, “Phoenix, will you marry me?”

  Was he kidding? I mean really. He caught me screwing another man, and now he was asking me to be his wife minutes after Von extracted his dick out of me. Was he serious right now?

  I looked down at the ring, curious to see how much Tobias claimed to love me, and for a moment the diva in me almost said yes as a two-carat princess-cut diamond was sparkling back at me. He had excellent taste, but he was not my cup of tea.

  “Phoenix, did you hear me? Will you be my wife?” Tobias asked again, begging me with his eyes to say yes.

  I got out of the bed on the other side, away from him. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my robe and put it on, wrapping it tightly around my naked body. “Look, Tobias, I don’t want to marry you. I don’t want to be your wife. I don’t even want to be your girlfriend or your friend at this point. You need to leave,” I told him. I didn’t bother to hear what he had to say because I walked out of my bedroom and headed downstairs with him following me.

  “You have to say yes,” he begged.

  “No, I don’t. I want you to get out of my house and never come back. If you try to use your key, you will find my locks will be changed again,” I said.

  I began to remember how he got the key to my new locks. He removed my key when I was asleep and made a copy before I had a chance to realize it was missing. I was getting my locks changed again, even though this would be the third time.

  “You can’t do this to us.”

  “Like hell I can’t. Get out, Tobias.”

  “But, Phoenix—”

  “Now, before I call the cops on you,” I threatened.

  “You wouldn’t do that to me,” he said ignorantly.

  I sighed and walked over to the phone, dialing 911. “Yes, I need the police. I have an intruder in my house who refuses to leave.”

  Chapter 8

  Serena

  I had to think of other ways to please my man, and I used to let my lips do the talking, but after that party tonight, the first purchase I made was that pocket pussy thingy. As much as Tyree wanted to get deep inside me, I couldn’t let him, because I had to wait at least six weeks before we did anything, since I had just given birth to our daughter, Nevaeh. My scared behind was paranoid, because I didn’t want to get pregnant again. I had a couple of friends who let their men sweet talk them into doing it, and when they went for their six-week checkups, their behinds were pregnant. So I wasn’t going to be doing anything. I was going to wait. This toy would have to suffice.

  Tyree was against it at first, but when he stuck his finger into that toy, his eyes lit up with curiosity. I laid that man back and slid that rubbery toy onto his manhood and watched as my man climaxed with pleasure minutes later. Before this, I was licking this man into a deep coma, but my jaw muscles could relax for a change. Nothing worse than giving and not being able to receive. My monthly was still present, so I had to suffer until I had the go-ahead.

  The banging at my door woke me up out of my sleep. I had just dozed off good and was not happy my slumber had been disturbed. Unlike me, Tyree didn’t budge. He was dead to the world.

  The person banged again, and I hoped the loud knocking wouldn’t wake Nevaeh up like it did me. I nudged Tyree to get up, but he moaned, never waking from his sleep.

  Pushing him again, I said, “Tyree, get up. Somebody is at the door.”

  He never budged. He just moaned again, but never awoke from his sleep. I didn’t understand how he couldn’t hear this loud knocking. Whoever it was really wanted to get in, but I didn’t want them on this side of my door. It was after two in the morning. I didn’t feel like leaving the comfort of my bed. It was a cool night, and I was snuggled beneath my warm covers with the ceiling fan above giving me the light breeze I needed to sleep even harder.

  The banging on the door persisted. I sighed as I slowly willed myself out of my comfort zone and to this door to see who in the hell had the audacity to wake me up this time of the morning. I prayed it wasn’t Tyree’s baby mama, Juanita. I swore if it was her, we were going to have a problem. She would do something like this. The last time she showed her face on our doorstep, it was after two in the morning, and the trick came over because Zamir, Tyree’s son, was running a temperature of 99.7. She wanted Tyree to go with her to the hospital to have him checked out. At the time I didn’t have Nevaeh, but even I knew a 99.7 temperature didn’t warrant an emergency room visit. All it was was she was jealous Tyree didn’t want her trifling behind anymore, and she was doing any- and everything to make our lives miserable and using their child to do it.

  The knocks became more tenacious, and I prayed this crazy woman wasn’t on the other side of my door. When I swung the door open, my sister Shauna ran in my house. She pushed me out of the way and slammed the door to my place like some maniac was chasing her.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked, looking at a hysterical Shauna. For a minute I didn’t care about the state of mind she was in. I was pissed that she pushed me back, almost causing me to fall, and slammed my damn door.

  “Are you going to answer me or not? What the hell is going on, Shauna?”

  She still didn’t answer. She put her face against my door, hugging it like it was her lifeline. I could see she was trembling. Then I could hear her crying uncontrollably. This stunned me to the point of fear, because Shauna didn’t cry. She was so hardcore it wasn’t funny. This was the same sister who fought guys in the street and didn’t give a damn about nobody, so to see her like this frightened me.

  I placed my hands on her shoulders, and Shauna jumped, causing me to back away. Once I paid full attention to how she was looking, I noticed she looked a hot mess. Her face looked like she rubbed Vaseline all over it. It was so shiny. I think it was actual tears that had encased her face as water poured from her eyes. Shauna was always the talker of our family. There was never a time she had nothing to say, so for her to stand there and not say anything caused my panic level to increase an octave.

  “Is it Mama? Is she okay? Shauna, tell me what’s wrong,” I said as my sister came over to me. She dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around my waist, and she sobbed loudly.

  “Shauna, you can tell me anything,” I encouraged as water filled my own eyes to see my sister like this.

  Shauna continued to weep hysterically. I tried to bring her to her feet and managed to do so as I walked us ov
er to my sofa. Sitting her down, I sat beside her. She pushed her long, untamed hair out of her face, asking, “You don’t see it?”

  “See what?” I asked.

  She kept pushing her hair back from her face, saying over and over again, “Look at me, Serena. Look at me.”

  I did as she asked, but I couldn’t see anything. Really I was still trying to wake up, so I didn’t have my wits about myself to focus clearly on what was going on.

  “How can you not see this?” she asked desperately.

  “See what?” I questioned, feeling like maybe Shauna was losing it. She was not the emotional sister. Well, let me take that back. She was, but most of the time her emotion was anger, not hysteria.

  “Look at me. Look at me,” she yelled repeatedly, looking at her body, and it was then I noticed she was in my living room in a T-shirt and socks. I couldn’t tell if she had on underwear because the shirt was long.

  “Why are you over here like this?”

  Shauna didn’t answer as she broke down in tears again. She dropped her head, causing her hair to fall down around her face. I tried to push her long hair from her face, but when I attempted to do so, she began to shriek.

  “Oooouuuuuch.” She winced. She smacked my hand away as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

  That’s when I saw it; a huge knot was near her temple. It came into view because she turned her head, giving me a better visual as the knot protruded from her head. I reached out and touched it, not thinking, causing Shauna to recoil in pain.

  “What happened to you?” I asked worriedly, feeling the tears she had shed start to dwell within me.

  “Cal tried to kill me tonight.”

  “He did what?” I asked as rage entered me. And then my thoughts immediately went into beat down mode.

  “I told him I was tired of his crap and if he didn’t like what was going on with us, he could leave. Evidently he didn’t like me telling him to get out my house, since he doesn’t have a pot to piss in. Yet, I guess he expected me to kiss his ass and beg him to stay or something, but you know me, Serena. I don’t beg no man to stay with me. Hell, I prefer to be by myself. Next thing I know he just snapped.”