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“Bend the hell over.” I climbed off the bed to move behind her. “Fuck,” I mumbled. The top of her body dropped down on the bed and her arms were stretched straight out. Her legs were spread at just the right degrees to make the clap of her ass seem effortless. “I’m about to fuck all the voice out of your ass. Fuck a seashell. Your voice is about to be in this dick.”
I slid into her slowly for my benefit more than hers. If I pushed into this pussy too fast, I might end up in an alternate reality. She fit my dick like a perfectly measured glove. I knew that would be a problem, because sex this good was hard to get it just once.
“Mmm, you feel so good in me,” she said between low moans. Her ass rippled slowly against my pelvis. The clap sound provided a soundtrack all its own. We made beautiful music together.
For the next almost an hour and a half, we allowed our bodies to harmonize a sexual experience that belonged in the hall of fame. She was hesitant when I told her I wanted her in my shower. She must have thought I had a climb in the tub type of shower. Her relief was apparent when I carried her thick ass into the bathroom. I fucked her in every hole in the fucking shower thanks to her discovery of my KY gel in the drawer with thecondoms. After the shower, we had one more round in my bed before we were laid out spent. Sleep accosted us, and our bodies had no choice but to comply.
Later In The Morning . . .
The sun peeked through my blinds so disrespectfully. If I didn’t appreciate it, I knew Sundae wouldn’t. My arms stretched above my head before they swiveled to the side. All I could do was titter at the sight of the empty spot next to me. My songbird snuck out on me.
My gaze wandered to the bedside clock. Since it was less than ten minutes before ten in the morning, I wasn’t going to hold it against her that she left. She may have had something to do and wanted to be considerate, so she didn’t wake me. I climbed out of the bed to take another shower.
My mother should have already picked my daughter up from her mother’s house. Over the years, it had been up and down with Iesha’s stupid ass. It seemed like she became dumber after her mother died. Beverly died nine months after I was awarded full custody of my daughter. Her funeral was tragic because it was obvious Iesha cut corners to keep more money in her pockets instead of sending her mother off in a respectful manner. There was a lot of resentment on her chest about her mother testifying against her. Iesha never grasped the fact that she was not the victim—our daughter was.
For the first four years after I gained custody, Iesha was in and out of jail for contempt because she didn’t pay her child support. I never gave a real damn, but my lawyer stayed on herhead. Eventually, I got sick of her missing her scheduled visits because she claimed she had to work extra jobs and hours to pay her bills and her child support. I gave her an ultimatum. If she didn’t miss her scheduled visits, I would take her off child support.
I knew her struggle more than likely came from poor budgeting. When Beverly died, Iesha inherited a paid off house and car. Her mother’s life insurance policy paid her eight thousand dollars. She complained that her mother didn’t have a bigger policy than that.
What Iesha didn’t know was that Beverly had two policies. The other policy was three hundred thousand dollars, and it was for Callira. Per the instructions from her lawyer, I was the beneficiary, and the money was for the care of my baby. I decided to place that money in an interest-bearing trust for my daughter. I loved that Ms. Beverly thought that much of me and her granddaughter to make sure that we were set up even more than her own daughter.
Iesha agreed to the ultimatum, so I took her off child support. She did good with her visitation for about a year and a half then she slacked off again. Her ass got it together when she got that family court summons for child support.
After I finished my shower and dressed, I picked up my phone to call my mother. She answered on the second ring like she always did. “Hey, baby boy.”
“Hey, Mama. I was calling to check in and make sure everything went smooth with the pickup.” I always called to check before I came to her house to see my baby. If she ever told me something that I didn’t like, I would need a moment to get my mind right before I stepped foot in front of my baby girl. My daughter’s empathetic gift was stronger the older she got. I also would drive my ass over to Iesha’s house to dig in herass. Anyone could get it when it came to my daughter—even her mother.
The pause before my mother’s response put me on high alert. If everything was good, she would have just said that. “When I got to Iesha’s house, Calli was very agitated. You know how she is when she’s agitated. I asked her mother what happened, and her stupid ass response was that she was just acting spoiled.” She huffed. “I think she had a man over there because I smelled cologne, and there was a car I didn’t recognize in the driveway.”
See, this was that bullshit. I had no issue with Iesha fucking with niggas. That was what she did, even over eight years later. What I had a problem with was having these niggas around my daughter. My daughter didn’t take well to new people without a rev up to them being in her space. The major influences that my daughter had in her life were me, my parents, Marco, and the staff at my bar acted as a support system for both of us.
I zoned back in when my mother said something about a meltdown in the middle of the grocery store.“Mama, I’m so sorry. Let me go see what’s up and I’ll be there within the hour.”
“Arzeniq Citrell Wick, don’t you go over there and show your ass. Do you hear me?”When she called me by my whole name, she meant business.
I scoffed. “Mama, I’m not about to do anything to that big head ass girl. I just want to remind her of a few points that she may have forgotten. I’ll see you and my baby soon.”I didn’t give her a chance to say anything before I hung up. The longer I stayed on the phone with her, the longer it would take for me to get to my baby girl.
Iesha’s house was on the other side of town but that didn’t mean that it would take me long to get there. With the feelings that sat on my chest, I just passed it to my foot that pressed on the gas pedal. When I pulled into her driveway, I assumed the mystery car was the same car that my mother saw. I didn’t wantto assume he was a dope boy because he drove a dope boy car. Hell, most people would say that I did as well. His car sat on rims in tires that were way too big for the frame, and that was the reason I would say he was either a dope boy or a lame. Neither was the kind of person I wanted around my daughter.
I intentionally parked behind buddy’s clown car. I was dressed casually in case I had to beat a nigga’s ass. I made sure my toolie was secured on me before I locked up. I knocked on the door as I reminded myself to not punch this bitch in the face when she opened it. It took her less than a minute to answer the door.
“Hey, baby daddy.” Her foot did this twirl. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to be flirtatious, but it looked foolish.How the fuck did I get caught up with this ho?
I pushed past her. “We need to talk.” I didn’t give a fuck about an invitation into her home.
When I got to the living room, there was a nigga sitting there in boxers with a blunt in his hand. From the smell, I knew that it was laced. His head turned to the side when he heard me. There was a flicker of fear that flashed in his eyes, but he masked it quickly. “What’s up, homie?”
“Aye, how long you been here, homie?” I asked his ass. He gazed at me like he didn’t understand the words that were coming out of my mouth. “I’m sorry, sometimes I forget that people are dumb. Let me ask you a close-ended question. Have you been here all weekend while my daughter was here?”
Iesha came around my back to step in front of me. “Citrell, you won’t come into my house and tell me who I can have in it. That’s not what you’re going to do.”
My head slowly looked down at her. Iesha was far from an ugly female. She had an around the way type of beauty to match her around the way pussy that she loved to pass out like club flyers. “You’re right, I will not come into your house to tell youwho to spend your time with. What I will do is tell you who the fuck you can have around my daughter.” My arms went over my chest. “Tell me why Callira was agitated when my mother picked her up earlier.”
Her arms flailed in the air. “Oh my God, this again! Look, that little girl is spoiled because of y’all and thinks the world revolves around her. When she got here Friday, I introduced her to Dorian and her rude ass immediately said that she didn’t like him. Y’all need to teach that little girl some manners.”
My fingers squeezed the bridge of my nose. There was no way she was this damn dense. “Iesha, I don’t give a fuck what you feel about your daughter. When she said she didn’t like this goofy, you should have told his ass to leave and probed why she didn’t like him. You know just like I do that if she doesn’t like a person, she will give you a valid reason even at eight years old.”
The bitch on the couch scoffed and Iesha rolled her eyes. “Here we go with that empath bullshit. Look, I’m not about to adjust my life for her to the point that I’m single forever. Yes, I care about her opinion, but at the end of the day, I only see her ass on the weekends and for a few hours on holidays and her birthday. Shit, if I wasn’t her mother, she probably wouldn’t like me.”
