Baby, You're the Best (14 page)

CHAPTER 32

Alexis

 

 

 

G
etting rid of James after accepting his proposal wasn’t happening. Dinner was remarkable. He had steak. I ordered seafood. Staff didn’t ask us to leave after they’d closed. We left Ocean Prime at midnight.

I was cool with James taking me to his house. En route, I texted Chanel,
My mom needs me. I won’t be home until tomorrow. I need to see you. Can you come by at noon?

No part of my text was a lie. My mother always needed me and I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to taste my gurl’s pussy. If I could warm Chanel up to the idea of a lifetime threesome, and our having a baby, maybe she’d give in.

Chanel replied,
Sure she does.

Her text accompanied some level of disappointment and disbelief. I’d decided not to respond to her last night. Wasn’t going to justify not making it to Pin Ups.

Dropping my cell in my purse, I said, “Babe.”

“Yes.”

“You sure you not going to change your mind about my having a female companion?”

James kept his eyes on the freeway ahead. We had about twenty minutes to go before we made it to Stone Mountain. “Have I ever gone back on my word?”

I had to ask, “Okay, so can she live with us?”

“You sure you want that? What if she wants to slide on my pole? You okay with that?”

Hell, yes. “Let me think about that,” I said, not wanting him to believe he could have complete access to my woman anytime he wanted.

I hadn’t told James what had happened to my mom. He’d be upset with me when he found out. I should tell him before we showed my mom my engagement ring.

“How’s your mom?” he asked.

Damn, like he’d read my mind. “She’s on vacation for another week. We celebrated her fiftieth last week.”

“Damn! That’s right. Shit. I forgot about my girl’s big five-O.” He reached for his cell.

I picked it up before he got to it. “Surprise my mother tomorrow. I want you to myself tonight.”

A text registered on his screen:
Hey Babe, Just landed safely in LA. Thanks for—I
slid the bar. Continued reading:
flying me in. Can’t wait to see you again next week.

Oh, okay. That’s why his phone had been on silent all night.

Another text from the same person named Cleopatra. This was a series of pics. The guy sitting in the driver’s seat next to me was in the photos with a woman I’d never heard him mention. She was hot. Not ATL sexy. She had that Hollywood polished look. Neutral makeup on her vanilla skin. Pink lip gloss. Nude fingernail polish. I had no idea James was into anyone else.

My eyes bulged when the naked pic, no filter, popped up. I tossed my hair over my shoulder. Rocked forward. Leaned back.

“I’ll definitely make it up to her,” he said.

“To whom?”

He looked at me. I dropped his cell in the cup holder.

I thought James would never cheat on me. My ego was fucked. I had to up my game. A white woman named Cleopatra. That shit wasn’t right.

Figuring I’d let him squirm a little, I kept quiet. I had the ring. I didn’t see one on Cleopatra’s finger. He entered his driveway, opened the garage door, then parked. Soon as the door closed, I waited for him to do the gentleman thing he’d consistently done.

I got out of the car.
Bam!

I slammed his back against the car window, unbuckled his pants, unzipped them, yanked his underwear to his knees, squatted, then wrapped my lips around his dick.

“Damn, sweetheart!” he yelled, then moaned.

One squat after another, I sucked him in each time I went down. Adding the rhythm he liked with a slight twist of my hand, I hummed on his dick.

James shouted, “I getting ready to—”

I stopped stroking him, pressed two fingers to his frenulum, gave him a few seconds then I pumped his shaft and his balls, slid my hand to his head. I stood, grabbed two fists full of his button-up shirt, pulled him from the car, then I assumed the position. Placed my hands on the hood.

“Fuck me!” I commanded him.

Soon as he put the head in, I squeezed his dick with my pussy muscles. I didn’t have shit to prove. He knew how good my pussy was. The shit that I saw on his cell was why I didn’t trust men. They lived double and triple lives.

James would question himself on whether I’d seen the messages. He’d wonder what I’d do next. That’s exactly how I wanted things between us. Arguing with James about Cleopatra was pointless. She was clearly his side. No amount of yelling, crying, or fighting would make him stop fucking her. I had too many other opportunities to trip. If I were going to get back at James, I’d have to find a way to fuck Cleopatra.

I wasn’t into white women but I’d make Cleopatra an exception. Nor was I dumb. I assumed she knew I was the main. I was in no hurry to shake things up.

Had to secure my position first. I might have to hold in James’s seeds and drop his baby sooner than I’d expected.

CHAPTER 33

Alexis

 

 

 

N
oon.

Parking outside of Houston’s on Peachtree, I selected James Wilcox from my phone favorites, tapped “Block This Caller.” I had a valid reason to put James on mute. “Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you, James! And my father, too!” Men made me the way I was. If I didn’t love dick, I’d stop fucking with dudes all together. James’s ring was not going to be a noose around my neck. Let him fly Miss LA-ass back here and see what happens.

Bet that bitch don’t have a Lexus convertible.
Picking up the flowers I’d bought my gurl, I entered the bar, scanned the area. Chanel was seated in the first booth to my left. I reached for her hand. Gracefully, she stood.

“Damn, C. You’re supa sexy today. You did all this for me?” If I had a real dick, it would be hard as shit right now.

My gurl stayed fresh. I wouldn’t have any other type of piece in my collection. The time I invested in maintaining a head-turning appearance would never be wasted being seen with a guy that didn’t keep his shit trimmed or a woman that looked like she’d showered, dressed, and forgot to comb her damn hair.

Swinging her long, straight, blazin’ red hair over her shoulder, Chanel placed her hands on her hips, tilted her head sideways. The sexiest smile spread across her sweet, brown, full lips. “I’d do anything for you,” she said, eyeing the bouquet in my hand.

“Yes, these are for you,” I said, giving her a dozen peach roses. Gently, I swept her hair from behind her back, over her right shoulder. “Hold that pose.” I took several pictures of her with my phone. Needed to update my collection of nude photos of Chanel and James.

The light blue dress she wore clung to her bodacious booty. I admired her naturally tiny waist, full cantaloupe-size breasts. The enhancements lots of females paid for in Atlanta, God had blessed my gurl with. If Chanel had more confidence than beauty and talent, she could have any woman or man she wanted.

Leaning over I placed the flowers on the end of the table. When I hugged my gurl I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Neither was I. Her nipples touched against mine, that shit ignited a sexual spark between my legs. I inhaled her perfume. Locked in her scent for three seconds, opened my mouth, then exhaled softly in her ear. We could sneak away to one of the private stalls in the women’s restroom for a quickie. I could French kiss her while playing with her clit until she came on my finger.

Not today. I pressed my gold gloss to her light blue lip stain, then said, “Scoot in, baby. I want to sit next to you.”

“You always have it together. I wish I were more like you,” Chanel said.

No you don’t.
I nodded and smiled. “I love the shine. My gold gloss makes your blue stain pop.”

She rubbed her lips together. “I love your rainbow.”

My white mini halter dress had a colorful rainbow that started at the hem on the left side. It curved up and over my butt cheek, then stopped at the top between the split of my ass where there was a small glittering pot of gold C-notes. Pocket change would never give anyone access to this. Bands? Rolls of money. Yes.

The waitress filled two glasses with water, then sat the carafe in the middle of the table. I ordered two mai tais, the spinach dip, the off-the-menu chicken fingers with fries, and a vegetable plate for us. The way James ordered food, planned vacations, bought me a car and nice gifts, and the way he took charge outside the bedroom excited me. I wasn’t giving up James for Chanel. I enjoyed being dominant with females but I didn’t want to lead all the time.

“This is nice of you,” Chanel said.

Damn, she was fine. I told her, “You’re right. It is. And I’m going to start treating you better.” Just because Chanel settled for my bull didn’t mean I had to treat her like shit.

She’d think my spoiling but not sexing her today was quality time. Truth was I’d been fucking all morning and my pussy was sore. That was the real reason we were here. I didn’t feel like licking her pussy or making her squirt. Didn’t want her mouth on my clit for sure, not for the next twenty-four hours. And I definitely wasn’t strapping on again today. My thighs were aching.

James enjoyed anal stimulation. I’d instructed my guy on the proper way to penetrate by taking his time. I let him do me first. Then, as our relationship grew, I gained his trust by promising that I’d never tell anyone. He agreed to let me try various plugs with him. The Assifier was ideal for his first experience. After he became comfortable with the feeling realizing it didn’t hurt, I upgraded him to the skinny silicone three-inch. He enjoyed that, too.

Today I’d given him the five-inch. I was a little rough but he liked it doggie-style and missionary. His dick stayed hard the entire three hours we made love.

“What’s on your mind, Alexis? You’re here but you’re not,” Chanel said.

“I’m sorry, C. Just thinking about my mom.”

A familiar voice distracted me. I gazed over my shoulder. I couldn’t understand what he’d just said but I was almost positive that was him.

I told Chanel, “Excuse me for a second, C.”

Facing the empty booth next to ours, I picked up my cell, stood tall in my five-inch gold open-toe stilettoes. I heard him say, “Babe, don’t quit me. I know I can’t be with you as much as we’d like but don’t leave me. What do you need from me to stay?”

She answered him, “More of your time,” then she stared up at me.

That definitely appeared to be the back of his head but I had to make sure. Bypassing the second booth, walking to the third booth, I stared into his eyes, stepped back, snapped a few pictures of them, then returned to my gurl. My back was now to his. Sipping my drink, I had nothing to worry about. He wasn’t going to confront me. If she did, it would be the worst day of her life. I’d make sure of that. I did not wait for a female to strike first. The wrong look could set me off.

“Everything okay?” Chanel asked.

I told her, “It’s good,” as the waitress placed our food in front of us.

“Who’s that? Why did you take a picture?” she asked.

If he were with his wife, Chanel would’ve recognized my sister, Mercedes. But the woman Benjamin was with had obviously been his side piece for quite some time. Just like seeing the texted photos of Cleopatra in James’s phone, I had no intention of telling Mercedes anything. I’d give Benjamin that opportunity.

Chanel placed her hand underneath the table, then touched my clit.

“Damn.” I’d hissed at her unexpectedly.

She jerked her hand away. “Sorry. Is that one of your guys? Is that why you lost focus on me?”

I kissed her lips. “Don’t ruin it. Let’s keep enjoying our lunch.” Didn’t want to spend James’s money to waste time with menial convo with Chanel.

The guys at our end of the bar stared at us. Lust. I bet their imaginations had their dicks hard. Chanel tightened her mouth, narrowed her eyes, then scanned the lineup.

That was the level of insecurity I hated. It didn’t matter what those men thought. They could go home, sex their woman (or man), jack off while recalling a picture of Chanel and me kissing in their mind. I did not care! She did. Seductively eating one fry at a time, I gave Chanel all the time she wanted to give those guys an evil stare. If her attitude hadn’t adjusted by the time I was done munching, I was out.

Eventually, she asked, “So does this mean we’re going to work on exclusivity?”

“I want you to take initiative in our relationship.”

Chanel frowned, dipped a chicken finger, took a small bite. “So you’re telling me you feel I’m not taking enough initiative by paying your rent?”

“No. I’m telling you. You’re not taking any outside of paying my rent.”

“Humph,” she said, putting down her food.

“Yeah, marinate on that for a minute.”

She became quiet. Started eating the cold spinach dip. Normally, I’d send it back. Request a fresh one. Too many didn’t value their worthiness. They’d rather eat, drink, or pay for something they didn’t enjoy than to speak up. If they didn’t take it off my bill, I’d pay for it but that would be the last dime they’d get from me.

A text registered. LB had sent his sixth text of the day. I refused to acknowledge him until he called me. He only had forty-eight hours remaining for that opportunity. If he missed his window, I was blocking his number. Then it was on to the next.

Thoughts of Domino made me wet.

Stopping the waitress, I said, “Bring me the check and pack everything to go.” Kissing Chanel, I asked her, “You ready?”

Her eyes shifted to the side, then back at me. “I want to finish enjoying lunch with you before we make love.”

Make love? Really?
That was not happening. Sleep was on my mind. I stared at her wanting to check her panties.
Don’t trip, Alexis.
Chanel would never cheat. The thought of her being with another woman crept into my mind because of the photos in James’s phone.

Benjamin and the woman he was with passed us. Seeing another person I never imagined having an affair step outside their relationship made me doubt Chanel’s loyalty. The woman’s hand was on the small of Benjamin’s back. He had to feel my eyeballs on him but he didn’t glance in my direction.

Mercedes should be less concerned with Sandara’s selection of bed partners, Devereaux’s engagement to Phoenix, our mom sleeping with Spencer, my personal lifestyle, and tend to her husband. Men strayed for two reasons. One, it was in their character. Two, their needs were not fulfilled by their spouse.

“Leave it,” I said to the waitress, then told Chanel, “Today is your day. We can do whatever you want.” I meant that.

Men were different from women. When they knew they were busted, they’d go from caring to not giving a fuck in minutes. Go from trying to explain the lie away to shutting down. It was easier not to communicate than to open up. Easier to lie than to tell the truth. Everybody was searching for their own happiness at the expense of others.

“I want to have sex with you on the gondola two hundred feet in the air. Pay the bill and let’s go.”

Chanel’s decision wasn’t the best, but this might not happen again. Riding a Ferris wheel immediately after consuming food, could get messy. Her assertiveness turned me on enough to do everything she wanted.

I nodded. “Let’s do all that.”