Page 49 of The Phyre that Burns
“Cool. I’ll be ready.”
The call ended, but I remained in bed for a few more minutes to get my bearings. When I sat up, I stood and stretched before going to my walk-in closet to find something to wear. After deciding on a pair of black slacks and an army green short-sleeved button-down, I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth again.
By the time I finished getting ready, Lennon’s driver was in my driveway. I made sure I had my wallet and phone before securing the house and heading out.
“Wassup?” I greeted them as I got into the back of the truck with Kevin.
“You good?” Lennon asked from the front passenger seat.
“Yeah. Your call woke me up from a good ass nap, though. You know I’m usually a stickler about the number of hours of sleep I get during the week. I’ve been struggling since Ginae’s been here.”
“She likes to stay up late?”
I chuckled. “Not particularly, but I can’t stay outta her pussy.”
Kevin and Lennon laughed, but it was the truth. I’d had more sex in the past three weeks than I’d had in the past few years combined.
“In-house pussy will change your life. Add that to you two being apart for so long, I’m sure you want to sleep in it,” Lennon commented.
“You damn right. I don’t even feel right talking to y’all about my woman like this, but I’m starting to wonder if this shit is normal.”
“I keep forgetting you’ve never lived with a woman or been in a long-term relationship. Is she a willing participant?” Kevin asked.
“Hell yeah. It’s a miracle we haven’t fucked at the office yet, although we’ve come close a few times. By the time we get home, we’re tearing each other’s scrubs off . . . literally.”
“Damn. I miss those days,” Lennon said somberly.
Kevin and I exchanged a confused look before I commented.
“Bruh, if your wife ain’t putting out, your mistress is. What the fuck are you missing?”
“That ain’t how it works. I split the week, so if I’m with Sybil and she don’t wanna fuck, I can’t just hop outta bed and go fuck Calinda. I’ve told you numerous times, we got rules.”
“Ain’t that the whole point of having two women?” Kevin asked.
I didn’t care how many times Lennon explained the inner workings of his relationships with his wife and mistress to me. I’d never understand it.
“They made the rules, and I adhere to them, or our arrangement would go up in flames.”
“If you say so.”
“Phoenix just texted saying the driver dropped them off atPitch Black,” Kevin announced.
“Did you tell them we were coming?” I asked.
“Nah.”
“I almost told Sybil where we were going, but she didn’t get an invite from Phoenix and might feel a way about it,” Lennon said.
We didn’t converse for the duration of the ride, with R&B music breaking the silence. When we arrived atPitch Black, Lennon gave the driver some instructions as Kevin and I exited the vehicle.
Although we didn’t go out much anymore, everyone knew who we were, so we didn’t have to wait in line. Once inside, I scanned the VIP sections because I knew my sister wouldn’t sit anywhere else.
Pitch Blackwas a small club with a lounge feel. The DJ didn’t play the music so loud that one had to shout while conversing. He also didn’t play that new-age mumble rap or anything too ratchet, unless it was made over twenty years ago.
“They’re over this way,” I told them when I spotted Ginae.
I kept my eyes on her as she laughed and threw back a shot before slamming her shot glass on the table. The DJ played a twerk song from the mid-2000s, and she and Devyn hopped up and began twerking and throwing their asses in circles.
