A Red Apple (11 page)

             
“He’s a busy man.” I roll my eyes.

             
“Well if he has time to be fucking my daughter then surely he has time to meet her maker.”

I kindly excuse myself and join my mother and Shawn in the kitchen.
I don’t know how the hell I am going to set this meeting up or if Zeke will even want to. I do know my dad will cause a tornado if he has to come to Houston. I know the conversation with my father and I is not over but I am done talking about it. I offered him the best information I had and that will have to do for now.

NYE in New York City

Brianna and I have finally touched down in New York City, The Big Apple, or the city that never sleeps. Whatever you want to call it, we are about to get our party on. But first it is time to check into our hotel. We have reservations for
two rooms at The Wynn Garden Hotel on 24
th
street in the popular Chelsea district, which is close enough to all of the action in Midtown. We don’t really care to watch the ball drop because we did that our junior and senior year of high school.

My suite is everything. My king size, plush bed is inviting with white fluffy comforters and lots of pillows. The bathrooms are granite with a True Blue Spa bathtub. I have skyline views from my balcony. What more can a girl ask for?

I take a shower and make a call to Carter to touch basis with him. We haven’t talked much over the break. He is in Vegas with a few of his frats for New Years. I tell him how much I miss him blah blah blah and we end the call. I lay down so I can get some sleep before it is time to party.

My vibrating phone wakes me up.

“Hello,” I answer.

“I just copped 2 VIP tickets to Cop
a. The hottest club in the city bitch and DJ Prodigy will be in the building. I got our fake ID’s too so you got 30 minutes, Holla!” It is B.

I am fresh to death in a white, form fitting Versace skirt, a long sleeve white crop top and my nude, red bottom pumps. But the icing on the cake i
s my floor length, white and grey mink coat. I’d gotten a 26’ inch strawberry blonde wig for this occasion and boy am I ever feeling myself. My make-up is the same, classic Marilyn Monroe black cat eye and red lip. I throw on my black 2014 shaped specs and walk out the door. The cold city is lit up as we stroll through the crowded streets in tow of Copa. 

The club is hot, on top of the city a real penthouse. I’m talking Brazilian themed, vaulted ceiling
s with every color lights you can imagine. The Copa showgirls are decked out with pink hair and lavish sequined costumes. Prodigy is on the ones and twos. The dance floor is packed and we are ready to get in on the action. 

“Clap for a nigga with his
rappin’ ass,” B and I are shaking our romps and singing along to Jay Z’s Tom Ford joint. We have our hands up in the air, waving them side-to-side like we don’t have a care in the world. “Blow a stack for yo nigga wit yo trappin’ ass.” This is the life if ever there was one. I promise it can’t get any better. My girl and I dance for at least thirty minutes straight before we call it quits.

“B, girl, I’m about to head to the VIP section so I can sit my ass down.”  My feet are killing me.

“Ok well I will be at the bar flirting with that cutie pie over there.” B points at some hot Latino guy.

“What about DJ?” I ask.

“What happens in New York…” B says.

“Stays in New York,” we both say in unison
laughing.

The bartender brings a bottle of Cristal over to me and says it is from a secret admirer. I don’t know whom that is but hey, why let a posh bottle of champagne go to waste? So I start drinking up. It feels so good to be in New York for the New Year. Zeke had texted me earlier letting me know he was in the city but I haven’t responded because I want to enjoy myself without all of the chaos back in H- town.

“You don’t holla at a bruva in his own city?” I hear a familiar voice say.

“Zeke!” I smile with pure excitement. In all honesty, I can’t say I am not happy to see him. “What are you doing here?”

“This is my city ma.” He holds his arms out like he owns the world. He looks good in a pair of black YSL jeans, a black t-shirt and black Polo boots. He also has on a green varsity style jacket to add a splash of color. “You not happy to see me?”

“Honestly, I am very happy to see you.” I stand up and wrap my arms around his neck. I stare into his eyes but I never let him go. I cant, though I know I should. “But what brings you to this club is what I meant?”

“You.” He licks his bottom lip and bites it. “I couldn’t let my shorty be without me in the big apple. You know dat.”

“The boss came all the way to New York for little old me? Now, I wonder why I don’t believe that.” I twist my mouth up like only a black woman can do when she hears some bull shit.

“What can I say? You got a bruva doin’ crazy shit these days,” he laughs.

“Your such a charming bastard,” I shake my head. “What would you say if I told you I wanted you right now.”

“Hmmm…” Zeke raises his eyebrows. “I’d ask you what do you think the boss came all the way home for?”

“Are you my secret admirer?” I ask referring to the bottle of Cristal.

“They told me they didn’t have Goût de Diamants.” Zeke smiles confidently.

“
Ahhh, yes the taste of diamonds,” I say with coolness. Rich girls know their champagnes like a poor bitch knows a wine cooler. “It would have been nice to pop a million dollar bottle for the New Year but I like Cristal.”

“You know I love a woman with expensive taste baby.” Zeke winks at me. I promise the man before me is alluring in every way. Confident, sexy, dominant, fashionable, smells good and his dick game i
s everything. I need to have him like the air I need to breathe.

“Zeke I’ve been wanti
ng to tell you something.” I say seriously. It is now or never and I am ready to confess my feelings. “I’m going to end things with Carter when I get back to school. Over the break, I realized that it is you that I want. It has always been you. I love you and I don’t want to play games anymore, just tell me you feel the same way.”

“I know this, you love a niggas dirty drawers,” Laughing, he takes a seat and pulls me to sit on his lap.

“I’m serious Zeke,” I pout. “I know you have feelings for me too.”

“I hear you but I don’t want to talk about this right now baby girl,” He kisses me. “But check it I do care about you. I care about what you got on under this skirt too.” He taps the side of my ass.

“Nothing,” I whisper into his ear. “But a very wet pussy.”

“Is that right? You know that’s the only way I have my pussy.” His eyes roam down to my pussy in a very suggestive manner.

Zeke wraps my mink around me then looks around to make sure no one is looking. When he is satisfied that we have enough privacy, his hands creep up my inner thigh and he begins to massage my clitoris. He touches me just the way I need him to as if he’s had a conversation with my pussy. I look into his deep blue eyes with a burning desire, so hot I can’t take it. I am riding his fingers like a horse jockey. He pulls his dick out, slides me down onto his pole and my pussy swallows all ten inches of him. I know people are probably watching us but I am so turned on, there is no way I am going to stop. I throw my other leg over his so I can face him and really work his pole like a surfboard. He pulls my shirt up and starts flicking his tongue across my hard nipples. We are in a full on animalistic fucking session in the middle of VIP.

“We are in public Zeke,” I whisper through moans. “
Ohhhh… yeah… right there boss.”

“School these bitches on a stick shift then…Got damn… baby just like that you know what to do,” He removes my mink fully exposing us. “Ride this mafuckin dick.”

“You like this pussy don’t ya?” I speed up my pace.

“Piper… Oh shit baby… Your so wet and tight,” Zeke
howls clenches his jaw.

“I’m about to…
Mmm daddy. Cum with me.” I wail.

“No rubber ma…wet this dick up though…come hard for me!” He smacks my ass.

“Ahhhhhhh… Im cummiinnng,” I squeal in delight.

“Yeah that’s it baby, let that shit go” Zeke whispers in my ear as I cum.

I hear people clapping and I am afraid to look up. When I do, I am embarrassed to find out we have an audience cheering us on. Zeke stands up, buckles his pants and starts chuckling. He is such a smooth brother. There are women eyeing him down like candy and I can tell he knows what they want by the look on his face. We both know but he ignores them and turns his full attention back to me.

“We got a few minutes before I get my New Year Kiss.
” He places my mink back on my body. “Let’s go outside on the balcony,” Zeke grabs my lower back and guides me towards the balcony.

“It’s so bright and full of life here.” I say referring to our view of the city. The bright lights are shining
, lighting the city up like Christmas, balloons and confetti fall like rain drops and thousands of people are gathered around in the garden waiting for the ball drop.

“Tell me something interesting about yourself Piper.” Zeke is behind me with his hands securely on my hips.

“Well let’s see… I was once cheered on by a crowd while I made love to the sexiest man in the world,” We both break out into laughter.

“Oh yeah? And how was that?” His warm breath is tickling my ear.

“Erotic… Sexy… Scary… Invigorating… Crazy good… all of the above.” I genuinely respond.

“So you love a bruva huh?” Zeke turns me around to face him and I can feel the passion between us. There is love in his eyes and I think he adores me.

“5… 4… 3… 2…1 HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Everyone around us yells.

The man of my dreams takes a hand full of my ass and tongue kisses me like tomorrow will never come. Jay Z and Beyoncé’s Bonnie and Clyde song is playing and it is perfect timing. ‘All I need in this life of sin is
me and my boyfriend.’ That’s how I feel about this man and I hope he feels the same.

“Happy new year ma,” Zeke says when we come up for air. “
New York. My City. My woman…I wouldn’t have brought it in no other way.”

SECOND SEMESTER

I had taken Christmas break to put my love triangle into perspective. Now that I am back at school, it is time to put up or put out. I am happy I don’t have Zeke as a professor this semester because that is one less distraction I have to worry about. The last thing I have to do is
call things off with Carter because Zeke wouldn’t hear of it. He had made that clear several times over the break. We’d been together everyday since New Years Eve in the big apple. He wined and dined me, took me on lavish shopping sprees, made sweet love to me and surprised me with an 18K white gold Tiffany anklet for my early birthday gift.

I am sitting at a small café near my university having a caramel mocha and doing some reading on my tablet. I had called Carter and asked him to meet up with me here so I can break the news to him. I haven’t thought about what I will say or how I do it so I will have to wing it.

“Hey stranger long time no speak. I haven’t heard from you since New Years.” Carter takes a seat next to me. The look on his face lets me know he already has an idea of what is about to happen.

“Yeah I know,” I don’t want to look at him so I keep my eyes forward. “I’v
e been thinking a lot lately about…”

“Look Pipes let me stop you right there. It’s over between us right? So we don’t need to drag this shit out.” He snaps.

“I’m so sorry Carter. I really like you but right now I need to focus on school,” I look over at him.

“I’m good trust that but don’t sit your ass up in my fucking face and lie like that. Keep in one hunnid, who is he?” I have no idea how he knows.

“You don’t know him” I sigh. “He’s not the only reason though Carter.”

“Oh yeah? I see how it is but that’s what’s up Pipes,” Carter is nodding his head.

“Ok well do you want to at least be friends?” It is the only thing I can bring myself to say.

“Good on that too but I’ll
holla,” Carter eyes begin to water and he walks off. I watch him leave and hope I am making the right decision.

Back at the dorms I lay on my bed listening to Toni Braxton on my beats. I hadn’t meant to hurt Carter but my intensions don’t mean a damn thing if he is in pain. I have broken his heart and I feel so bad about it. But what can I do? I am in love with another man and I can’t keep going through the motions with Carter. I can only hope that he will be okay but they say time heals all wounds.

I want to know if Zeke wants to hang out for my birthday so I text him. A few hours go by and he never responds. Oh well, I guess he is busy.

“So what you wanna do tonight?” Brianna is hype as usual, twerking in the mirror and getting ready to go to the club.

“I don’t know
but it’s my birthday, remember?” I remind her.

“Damn
it I forgot! Bitch get dressed right now… You are coming out with me to Club Blue. I have to go make a stop and I will be back in about an hour.”

“Some best friend you are
.” I stick my tongue out at her.

I brush my pearly whites, jump in the shower and I am out in 10 minutes. That is a record-breaking time for me since I usually take at least 45 minutes but time is of the essence right now. I grab my
coconut lime lotion and moisturize my glowing caramel skin. I decide on a short, black, long sleeve Gianni Versace dress that has a sheer material near the cleavage to show off a little of my perky tits. My black thigh high boots are Giuseppe Zanotti and these are bad as hell too with silver spikes on them. Thanks to Zeke, I had got a sew-in over the break by a world-renowned celebrity stylist in New York. It’s a different look for me. The weave is 24 inches long and nearly touching my ass. I flat ironed it bone straight earlier today so I’m good to go on that. I can’t help but smile as I look at my reflection because I see a bad bitch staring back at me. My MAC make-up is flawless and the cat eye I give myself is on point.  My ass is shaking to Future’s ‘Turn on the Lights’ as I put on my false eyelashes and hot pink lipstick. “Damn, you look good,” I tell myself.

I hear someone coming through the door as I am gathering my necessities and putting them into my small black Michael Kors clutch. I look at the time on my wall clock and it i
s 10:35 pm so it has to be Brianna coming back. I know B is going to start talking shit about me taking all damn day but I don’t give a damn. Time is never on a bad bitches side. Things have changed for me and I am not that young, naïve girl anymore. I am calling the shots and I get that bossy shit from my momma.

“You look cute bitch!” B compliments me.

“Oh girl you know I had to turn up on these hoes for my big day,’ I am cocky as a mother fucker.

Brianna gives me a fake smile and nods. I hope she knows I caught the shade she just threw my way. As we drive to the club
, I am mentally preparing myself to outshine every bitch in my way. Although I don’t go out all the time, whenever I do, niggas act thirsty over my ass. They treat my girl Brianna as if she isn’t even there leaving her dripping with envy. The funny thing is, I hardly ever give niggas any play. I walk pass them as if I don’t hear a word their thirsty ass are saying.  That thought causes me to let out a little chuckle.

“What nigga got your head in the clouds?” B wants to know.

“Girl Carter… He is tripping about me coming out tonight because we haven’t had any QT.” We both bust up laughing. These days I should be an actress because I can make a believer out of anybody. I hate lying to B but I still can’t bring myself to tell my girl whom I’ve been smashing.

“Niggas be doing the most,” B retorts.

We reach the club and hop out the car so we can get valet parking. I look up and read aloud, “Club Blue.”

The club is on point and all the rumors I’ve heard are true. The entire inside has hazy blue lighting. There are women painted blue dancing in huge metal cages and acrobats flying from the ceiling. The best part is the two levels within the club; the first floor is the dance floor, which is hype and the second floor looks more like a lounge or bar. There are black
, round velvet material seats and chic, banana shape glass tables for people to chill out. This is definitely the hottest club I have ever been too.

B and me start shaking our
asses to Rich Gang’s “Tap Out“ song. We can give any stripper a run for their money any day of the week. I drop it down real low and was bringing it back up when I see my baby, Zeke. He is dancing with some ratchet bitch. She’s all on his nuts, damn near cracking them.

I march right on over there and tap him on his shoulder. “Who is she?”

“She’s nobody,” His accent is thick. “What’s goodie ma?”

“You got time to be up here with the next bitch but you can’t respond to my text? I thought we were better than that.” I yell so he can hear me over the music.

“Oh I’m nobody now Zeke?” The ratchet bitch is all up in his face.

“Yo, go see where you gotta go!” He dismisses old girl and to my surprise she obeys him like a dog.

“Yeah keep it moving bitch,” I yell behind her. “This one is taken!”

“I got this baby,” he flashes his perfect pearly whites. “You miss me
yet?”

“Fuck you and that bitch Zeke. I broke up with Carter and for what
, this? More games?” I find B and pull her towards the elevators. I look back and Zeke is staring at my ass rubbing his hands together and biting his bottom lip. Why does he have to be so damn sexy?

Once we make it to the second floor and find a seat
, we press the red light on the table to order some long island iced teas.

“Can you tell me why you not down
there
still talking to that fine ass nigga,” B points to Zeke on the dance floor.

“
I’m got these niggas on a payroll for my time and he ain’t trying to pay up.” I shake my head. I mean what I say too. This is my first year of college and I am not letting last semester repeat itself unless this nigga is paying to get a rise out of me. I’m a bossy bitch now with a no nonsense attitude toward Zeke’s bullshit.

“I’ll be back,” I excuse myself for some me time in the corner to keep an eye on Zeke. I leave Brianna sitting there to figure out whatever it is she needs to.

He is dressed like the boss nigga he is. He is wearing a crème LRG button up, dark blue jeans and tan timberland boots. That big rock in his ear is blinged out and blinding a bitch. His dreads are pulled back into a ponytail and the edge up is fresh. His swag is so vicious he has me open as hell. I watch as he walks over to my table and starts spitting to my girl about who knows what.  He is probably waiting for me to come over there but I want to play hard to get.

I pay closer attention and figure out that Zeke is actually flirting with my girl B and I am now
instantly annoyed. ‘Who the fuck he think he is,’ I am in my feelings. However, I am not about to let either of them know they have gotten under my skin. B is cute but she doesn’t have a damn thing on me so I’m not too worried. But as I get closer to them, Zeke starts looking good enough to eat and the lioness downstairs is ready to be fed. He is standing up with his head cocked to the side rubbing his hands together. I have fucked up big time by jumping to conclusions with that rat and it’s time to do some damage control. Sorry B. I brush my ass up against Zeke’s dick before taking a seat and look him square in his eyes, giving him the ‘I want to fuck’ look. B is probably steaming but I don’t give two shits because
he
is mine. I wish I had told my girl the truth about Zeke.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bump you,” I say nonchalantly.

“Your good baby.” Zeke says with a faint chuckle. Only the two of us can pick up on it.

“Damn Piper you all up in our conversation blockin
g and shit,” B spits.

‘Yeah right’ I think to myself. I should blast her ass but I will let her make it for the sake of our friendship.

“So B, you want to go somewhere and talk?” Zeke asks her while looking at me. I’m sure he can see the irritation written all over my face. The bastard looks like he wants to laugh.

“It’s my birthday and I know you not gone leave me hanging B,” I give my right hand a million dollar smile. I know B won’t do me like that and plus I am not going to hand my man over quietly.

“We can talk right here Zeke,” Brianna says.

“Yeah? It’s like that
tho,” he smiles and looks at B. “Can I at least get you down to the dance floor for a dance ma?”

B obliges, gives me a hug and tells me she will be right back.
I’m not pleased at the moment but I let them go ahead and do their thing.

Zeke buys what looks like
a bottle of Hennessey from where I am sitting and is drinking from the bottle like he has no respect. Things get really interesting from there. He starts pouring the liquor in my girls’ mouth and it’s spilling all over her and shit. He has his hands all over B as she pops that ass on his dick. The thought of his dick being hard is ticking me off.

He glances up at me a few times on the sly but I play it cool. He watches me turn
down hell of niggas while keeping my eyes on him. He knows I’m no longer the thirsty bitch who walked into his class months ago. Once he realizes his antics aren’t working he cuts the shit out. Zeke and B part ways and she makes her way back to the lounge area, where I am sitting.

Zeke is talking to a few of his boys and they are laughing at whatever crap he is feeding them. He never takes his eyes off of me, he wants me and I am sure of that. He wants me real bad, with
my stank attitude and all. I bet his dick is getting hard just thinking about being in this pussy that he can never get enough of.

I am so peeved with both of them; all I want to do is go to the dorms. They have ruined my birthday but I have one last trick up my sleeve. One thing I learned about Zeke
’s ass over the break is that, he is hooked on my sweet thing. So the tricks he is pulling doesn’t make me as jealous as they make me angry. My anger is more directed towards B, for the simple fact that she doesn’t mind being the last resort to niggas. One thing I have grown to hate is a simple ass bitch. ‘Why she always put herself out there like?’ I shake my head in disgust. But since B wants to play herself, I am about to help her out. The night is coming to an end and if I am going to work my magic on Zeke, I better get on it now. One thing is for sure; Zeke is my man so if push comes to shove, I will have to put B in her place.

“So you going home with him tonight?” I ask B
drunk ass with a lot of enthusiasm. I know that’s not going to happen but the idea of another female wanting to screw my man is ego boosting.

“Bahahahahaha,” B erupts
in laughter. “Probably so, go ask him for me because I can barely even walk bitch.”

This is just the opportunity I am looking fo
r, a minute alone with him. I sashay my ass over in Zeke’s direction like I am on a runway in Paris. He and all his boys are watching in awe as I approach them but the peanut gallery is irrelevant. My eyes are on the prize, Zeke. He is looking even sexier after all of the long island’s I’ve been drinking. He has taken off his button up and is standing there in a form fitting white T. His muscles are flexing each time he makes a movement. My pussy yearns as I inch closer to him. I walk right into his personal space and plant a long and passionate kiss on his lips. Zeke grabs my ass and pulls me even closer.