Love Lost Page 5

  When I arrive, I can see Marcus drooling with his eyes as I approached the table, and it’s the reaction I want. As I sit down, my eyes scan Marcus up and down with excitement. "So how are you," I casually ask Marcus.

  "I’m good shawty, and you looking good today might I add. You must have a date after, we get done here," he replies.

  "Naw, I just like to look good and I wanted to make you look good."

  "Oh, yeah it’s like that with you."

  "Yeah, I like to make my men look and feel good. If you know what I mean," I flirtatiously say to him.

  "Damn, I thought you was my baby home girl," he questions.

  "I am but what does that have to do with right now. And to tell you the truth I invited you here to get some things off my chest."

  "And what might those things be?"

  "I like you a lot and I wanna be with, Ashley can’t do some of the things I can for you; quite frankly she doesn’t deserve you either. If she did she wouldn’t be hiding dildos in the guest bedroom or she wouldn’t be calling me and telling me how bad the sex is with you."

  "What, the hell you talking about," he angrily asks me.

  "She calls me all the time complaining about, how she is ready to leave you for somebody who can fulfill her needs. Remember when I first moved in, I found a dildo in the closet. When I asked her about it, she claimed she bought it to finish up the job you can’t."

  "Man, she ain’t say that shit. Is that why you wanted to get me by myself so you could throw ya best friend under the bus? Damn you a cold bitch and the shit ain’t working."

  "Naw, I can prove it the dildo still there and she calls it Mike…"

  "Can I take your orders please," a young white girl asks.

  We place our orders and continue the conversation; it’s then I told Marcus all the things Ashley has confided in me about. I even went as far as to tell him why she gave him ecstasy pills the night they spent at the hotel and that is the deal breaker. I left the restaurant knowing Marcus is going to be mines sooner rather than later.

  “By the way baby girl, I knew about the pills,” he says before planting a kiss on my forehead while opening his car door for me.

  Ashley

  The dark night sky provided clouds that hid the serenity of the stars. The walk down this empty alley is causing my anxiety to rise.

  “This has to be it,” I say aloud.

  I put Pinewood and Smead in my GPS so this has to be the right Alley. The other one was filled with trash. No one could walk through, if they tried. I walk pass a white garage that was peeling paint terribly. There was a door that was slighty left open but it was too dark to make anything out.

  A loud shuffle comes from the door.

  “Um hel-hello,” I stutter.

  A shadowy figure comes from the door. I can’t make out the face but his clothes are frightening. His boots are covered with mud and his floor length trench coat is worn awfully. Looking at his arms, I spot several holes that could use repair.

  “Hello Ahsley,” the man says in a creepy low tone.

  “Are you the detective?”

  “That I am and I have some crucial information for,” the detective says.

  “What’s her name,” I say in a defeated manner.

  “No Ashely you have it all wrong,” he says placing his hand on my shoulder. Inappropriate.

  My mom hired him a month ago because I was worried Marcus was cheating. He was acting very weird. Not only did he start staying away from home a lot more; he began wearing different clothes. Not to mention our sex life had been on a downward spiral. He was giving me no effort in all aspects of our relationship.

  “Ashley he’s not cheating on you.”

  “Then what is it?’

  “Marcus is part of the biggest drug circle in Toledo and Michigan,” he says handing me a manila envelope.

  With every emotion God has giving me, I take his envelop. Tears of anger burn my eyes then slid down my face. An empty feeling arises in the pit of my stomach. My heart begins pumping faster than I can think.

  “Marcus is in the financial industry,” I say finding the strength to speak.

  “That’s his front. Marcus is actually the boss.”

  No wonder he so cool with KG.

  Ashley

  "Hey mama how you been," I say to my mother as I walk into her kitchen.

  "Hey baby girl, I’m fine making it day by day. I got Missy’s kids in the living room watching cartoons and eating some sandwiches. Just like the two of you used to do when you were little…"

  I cut my mom off, "Mah, I don’t wanna talk about Missy today. I have to tell you what the detective said."

  Missy is my sister and I haven’t talked to her in six months after our big fight. We grew up close, and we did everything together. We shared the most intimate secrets with each other, and then she changed when she started having children. She went from a strong beautiful woman to depressed free spirit. She’s always dropping her boys off and leaving for days at a time and never calls to check in on them.

  Ever since her husband was caught trying to sell drugs, she has been on a downward spiral. And I don’t see her getting out of it anytime soon. To tell the truth I think she enjoys it.

  "Child, who do you think you’re talking to? I think you had better watch your tone, you’re not too old to get ya butt whooped," my mother scolds. It amazes me how she still commands authority even though I’m twenty five years old.

  "Sorry mama, I’ve been a little moody lately and snapping at the littlest things."

  "Have you been sick lately," my mama questions me.

  How in the world could she know that, the only person knows how sick I’ve been is Marcus. "Yes ma’am a little."

  "So did you get tested?"

  "Tested for what mama?"

  "Well you snapping on people and you sick. You can’t be that naïve," mama says as she continues washing dishes. I walk over next to her and begin drying the dishes she has already washed.

  "Do me a favor go upstairs, and look in my medicine cabinet. There should be a little white and pink box; you’ll know what to do with it once you see it."

  "What is it; you forgot to take your medicine…"

  "Girl I wasn’t intending on having a conversation with you. When I say do something just do it; it’s that simple," mama says cutting me off.

  On that note being the obedient child I am, I did as she told me to. I really wanted to tell her off and let her know that I’m grown and I expect to get treated as such. But before I could even finish that thought she would have cut me with the knife she is cleaning. My mama’s authoritative characteristic is what I love most about her, with her independence coming in a close second. I guess she had to develop them because she’s a single mother of two girls. My dad walked out on her because supporting a family became too much for him. I personally think it’s an excuse for leaving my mother to assume all the responsibility on his behalf. She did her part as a mother and she also took on his part, which isn’t fair on her. Last time I checked, women just don’t climb on top and have a child on their own; let alone have two kids like that.

  I never had resentment towards him and I made constant excuses for him not wanting to be around. Every father’s day I made gifts for him with hopes that he’ll come around and I could be a daddy’s girl. That’s actually all I ever wanted from him is to allow me to be his princess or daddy’s girl. But that void was never filled, and he never showed up for his gifts. And every man after my dad has let me down.

  I make it to the bathroom and I open the medicine cabinet, staring me right in my face is a pregnancy test. I grab the test and my heart starts to pound rapidly, the cold touch of the box cause my breathing to speed up. I can’t possibly be pregnant. What the hell do they make birth control for if it doesn’t work anyway? And why does mama have one ready for use?

  I sit down on the toilet and do as the directions instructed me to do. Now I have to wait three minutes or less, but it�
�s as though time has slowed down just for me. When the three minutes is up I slowly grab the stick and I take my time reading the results.

  "PREGNANT…" I let out a loud scream and then pass out on the floor.

  Star

  Since Ashley has been in the hospital, Marcus and I have been taking advantage of the opportunity. We’ve done it in their bed, on all the tables that will hold, and now on top of the washer. I purposely put in an uneven load of clothes, so we can get a little extra help from the vibrations. I start by giving him a show, I use my skills I learned at the strip club to give him a lap dance. I set a chair right in front of the washer and as he sits I start to dance to music that plays in my head. I break personal boundaries and sit on top of his lap with my chest is against his; my hips start to gyrate and my vagina massages his crotch. Soon I can feel him moving his hips in sync with mines. Slowly taking off my shirt and bra, I lead his hands to rejoin my breast; the last time they met was last night in the bed Marcus shares with Ashley.

  I stand up and pull my panties off then sit back on his lap. Feeling aroused I let my juices flow on his pants. One of his hands is dancing on my breast while the other is flirting with my vagina. My spine shivers as I began to make circular motions with my back. I hop off his lap and force him to stand. Piece by piece I undress him until he is naked and nothing but hair dresses his body like clothes. He follows me over to the now rocking washer I begin to kiss him passionately as if our lips were reuniting after years of separation. He picks me up and sits me down on the washer; we begin to make love to the motions of the washer.

  After three rounds of sex with Marcus, I get dress and head over to the hospital to see if there were any changes with Ashley. As soon as I walk into the room Ashley is up and talking, she is dressed in an all-white gown and her hair is matted to her head. Her lips are crusty and cracked like a sidewalk.

  "Hey, Ashley and Mama Harrison," I say addressing Ashley and her pathetic ass mother.

  "Hey Star," they say in unison. What are they supposed to be the bopsy twins, saying everything in unison?

  "How are you honey?"

  "Much better I’m waiting for them to discharge me; they said I only had to stay overnight so I could be monitored.”

  "Well what did the doctor say is wrong with you?"

  "Panic attack," her nosey mother quickly chimed in.

  "Really, what had you so anxious," I question Ashley.

  "Stress from work, I have a big party to plan and nothing seems to be going right," she responds.

  "Well is there anything I can do because I’m always here with a helping hand if you need it."

  "Me too," her mother adds. I need to make a quick exit because her mother irritates me and I just don’t want to be here.

  "Thanks you guys, but I got this. It’s all a part of the business and I’m well prepared for whatever comes my way," she says trying to sound like Mother Teresa.

  "Well I have to go since you’re being released in a few. I’ll just see you when you get home." I walk out without waiting for them to say goodbye.

  I drive around in Marcus’ car for hours thinking of what to do officially make Marcus mines. Marcus doesn’t know Ashley is coming home tonight and miss goody two shoes won’t know what hit her.

  When I get home, I clean the house from top to bottom and spread roses everywhere. I love romantic clichés they make me gushy. I text Marcus two hours ago so he can meet me at home so he should be walking in the house soon. I continue to turn the house into a scene out of a romantic novel. Roses fit for a king, paving the way leading him to a hidden treasure awaiting his arrival.

  I hear the door open and I call out to Marcus, "Marcus is that you?"

  "Yeah, where you at," he responds.

  "Upstairs, just follow the path I have a surprise for you."

  As I wait patiently for his arrival, the sounds of his footsteps feed my anticipations of the acts that are going to be born in this room. With the sound of each footstep my vagina starts to water my panties and throb like an African drum getting beat. I can’t wait to rub my fingers through the waves in his hair; one touch is like rubbing my finger through soft satin sheets. He has hair meant for kings and his posture is of royalty. His skin is golden bronze like his creator took the time to mix the colors perfectly. Marcus has all his teeth and truth be told, they’re straight and white.

  Marcus walks in with a great big grin on his face and slowly walks over while undressing himself. "What’s up baby," Marcus whispers in my ear.

  "Nothing, I just wanted to give you a little present before wifey got home," I whisper back in his ear sounding seductive and I lick his ear lobe with the tip of my tongue.

  "What I tell you about bringing her into what we got going on. Keep her name out of ya mouth or I will keep my dick out of ya mouth," he says getting defensive.

  I know mentioning her makes him mad, but I don’t care. "Whatever," I say as I roll my eyes and pull his body back close to mines.

  "I ain’t playing bitch and are you positive she won’t be coming home till tomorrow?"

  "Yeah, I’m sure I talked to her at the hospital and she is not looking good. The doctors don’t know what’s wrong with her."

  "I haven’t talked to her since yesterday…"

  "Enough of about you know who, now back to me,"

  I interrupt and begin with a passionate kiss on his moist lips. I take my time with him tonight because it has to be at the right moment she walks in on us together. I text Ashley earlier and she told me her mother is going to bring her home around 8: 30 tonight so I had five minutes to spare. So killing time Marcus and I did a little role play, tonight is the night I bring all my kinky stuff into play.

  Just as I planned, Marcus has been trying his best to make me scream his name but I’m holding it in until I hear Ashley come through the door. As I hear the door close I yell Marcus’ name so loud that he couldn’t hear her come in and she could hear what is going on. And Marcus is so high off ecstasy pills he didn’t hear her walk through the bedroom door. Ever since she told me about his problem in the bed and how she solved it I figured I would do the same. I’m not in it for the sex I’m in it for his soul, and his devotion to me. And Marcus was giving me both while Ashley was in the hospital; he gave me money and his car to drive.

  Ashley

  Glowering into the eyes of a witch makes my eyes burn passionately with tears of anger and hate. I walk up behind Marcus, he still doesn’t know I’m here. And she stares me in the eyes. I stare back and as a little present I give her a smirk. The walls that were once a soft pastel green are now running with scarlet red as my hatred grows the walls turn even redder. I swing like I’m trying to chop down a tree and hit Marcus knocking him off of her. Now I have open opportunity to beat this bitch ass.

  As I grab her throat I yell, "You no good homeless bitch."

  "Get off of me," she manages to yell through gulps of air.

  "All I did for you and this is what you show for it," I say with a slap to her face.

  She kicks me in my stomach and I roll off in pain. I quickly get to my feet and grab the lamp that sits on the end table next to my bed; I swing to hit her over the head with it but she blocks my efforts with her arms.

  "Get away from me you crazy bitch," she shouts as she swings her fist towards my face.

  I quickly dodge her punch and immediately swing with my right fist and land a punch on her face. We are now wrestling on top of each other in my bed while Marcus is still lying on the ground moaning. The sounds of his moans fuel my anger towards them both and using my feet, I kick Star to the floor.

  "Bitch, how dare you bite the hand that feeds you; so many of you thots out here trying get where I’m at without effort. But the thing you fail to realize is I worked hard for all of this and I knew your broke ass was jealous of me from the jump," I say in between hits to her face.

  Marcus’ moans grow louder, and he begins to form words, "You stupid bitch."

  He stands to h
is feet and I stand to mines scared that he is going to hurt me for hitting him earlier. He begins to walk slowly as if he was a zombie searching for a clueless victim.

  "You stupid bitch, I knew ya thirsty ass was out to get me. But I still just had to get my dick wet," he says as he grabs Star by her hair.

  I’m now truly terrified, seeing Marcus this way is giving chills down my arms. He takes her head and smashes it into the end table knocking her back to the floor. The smell of sex is becoming overwhelming and is now making my stomach turn. I jet towards the door hoping to escape, so I can call the police, but Marcus beats me to the door and slams it in my face.

  "Baby I’m so sorry, you have to give me a chance," he pleads with tears in his eyes. Now I’m truly taken back, I have never seen such a sensitive side of Marcus.

  "No, you and her of all people; I catch you with her. She is my best friend Marcus," I say standing my ground not falling for his pleas.

  "She tricked me by telling me all the things you were saying about me. She told me about the how you weren’t pleased in bed. She even told me about Mike babe."

  I look him in the eyes and then peep her getting up from off the floor. After hearing those words come out of his mouth about all the things I confided in Star, I begin to charge at her with rage. I beckon the strength of a lioness and jump on Star like prey in the jungle being pounced. Knocking both her and me to the ground I fall on top of her; she quickly rolls over and begins pounding me in the face. Marcus comes to my rescue and pulls Star off me and begins to yell while hitting her in the face.