Fiending for His Love (13 page)

~Chapter 13~

Michelle got dressed and placed her oversized black studded frame Prada shades on her face. She got into her car and drove across town to Charisma and Trent’s house. Just as she was pulling up the two lovebirds were holding hands and making their way to their car. Charisma was dressed to impress and her weave was flawless. Trent was looking so scrumptious that Michelle began to cream in her panties. If she had the time, she would have hopped in the passenger seat and finger fucked herself.

She rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth as she watched Trent open the door for Charisma. Trent was never a gentleman when it came to her. Her heart began to ache due to the horrible, heartbreaking pain that raced through her body. Tears began to slowly flow from her eyes. She stared on with pure hatred and anger. She wanted to put her Mustang in drive and fly full speed to run Charisma over, in hopes of ending her life so that she could have Trent to herself.

After they got in the car, she trailed them all the way to the mall. She waited in the parking lot a few cars down from them. She was pissed that Charisma and Trent later came out with their hands full of bags from all of the top brand stores. He was dropping stacks on her and she was fucking him, sucking him, letting him ass fuck her and everything else that she thought would make him happy. In the end all she got was a couple of hundred dollar bills and broken promises. She was vexed and envied what Charisma and Trent had.

She continued to trail them as she cursed Trent out and cried to herself. They got on the highway heading towards 95 south and she followed right behind them. “You fucking liar! I know you see me calling your damn phone! Pick up now!” Michelle yelled to herself. “Pick up! Pick up! Pick up!” she yelled. She angrily threw the phone across the passenger seat. She looked at the time. It was a little pass 12am. She wondered where they could be going. “Probably to some luxury hotel suite or an upscale restaurant,” she said answering her own question.

Thoughts of her running into the back of them and running them off of the dark road crossed her mind. Then all of a sudden all the service lights began to flash. Michelle cursed herself for ignoring the gas notification miles ago. Being a stalker sure as hell didn’t pay. Michelle didn’t even make it off the next exit before the car broke down. “Why me! Why!” she cried, beating the horn.

Pissed off to the max she kicked her driver door wide open and poked her head out. She scanned the highway. It was dark with minimum to no cars on it. She grabbed her purse and began making the walk to the next exit. Halfway there she realized that she’d left her cell phone in the car. It didn’t matter. There was no way she was going to turn back around for a damn phone. She huffed and puffed as she walked along the side of the highway.

She hadn’t even walked a quarter of a mile and already was out of breath. Even though she had an amazing body, she was nowhere near in shape. She couldn’t even start to tell someone what the inside of a gym looked like or what a sit up or a crunch felt like. The only thing that she could consider close to a sit up was when she was lying on her back in bed watching television and eating ice cream only to find out that the remote controller was on the floor, lying next to the bed. As a result, she would sit up and reach for it. Exercise wasn’t in her vocabulary unless you considered sexing someone else’s man exercise.

“I have fucking Asthma. I know I do…” Michelle declared as her chest continued to heave due to the lack of air. When she got over the hill that she’d hiked up, she placed her hand over the top of her eyes and peered out at the gas station ahead just as Christopher Columbus had when he discovered America.

With the gas station not too far away, Michelle began putting some pep in her step. Her voluptuous ass jiggled with joy, as she was only a few feet away from the gas station. “Aww fuck! Fuck!” Michelle stomped her feet and cursed aloud. As she read the sign taped on the gas station door:
Water line broke. We will be back open in two days. Next gas station 8 miles away.

Michelle threw herself against the door and began to cover her face as she let the tears escape. Her MAC mascara smeared all down her face. She felt like her pure hazel contacts were sliding out of her eyes. Her fake mink lashes began to get moist with tears and the glue began to irate her eyes. With all the crying and the hike she’d just made, she overall looked like a hot mess. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she wanted to cry.

Seeing the pay phone only inches away, a smile crept across her face. Maybe there was hope after all. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she rushed over to the phone. She stuffed the coin slot with two quarters and hurriedly began to punch in Trent’s cellphone number. She breathed heavily as she patiently waited for him to answer the phone. Her heart paced ten miles per second as she heard Trent’s heavy baritone.

“Baby, baby! I’m stuck on the highway. I need you to come pick me up,” Michelle cooed over the phone as if she and Trent had something going on that consisted of obligations.

After hearing Michelle’s voice, she was left with the dial tone. Michelle went back into her bag to find more change and called Trent back to back until she was left with a broken heart, a smeared face of makeup, and a mean headache.

“I hate you! I hate you!” Michelle screamed, banging the phone against the booth until she broke the phone. Once she let off a little steam, Michelle felt much better.

Hearing the loud and obnoxious honk of a twenty-eight wheeler was joy to her ears. She quickly began to wipe her face with the back of her hands. She pulled her tight jeans up above her waist, giving herself a self-made camel toe. She turned around and waved at the driver as she made her way to the truck.

The driver whistled as Michelle switched her way over to him. Seeing Michelle’s fine ass, made his day. And if she were down with the get down, that would save him a thirty-mile trip up the road where there was a service stop with prostitutes lingering around. He often made stops there to get his sexual fix when he was on the road.

Michelle got closer to the truck and seeing the old white hillbilly made her sick to her stomach. She turned her nose up, but decided she had no choice but to be nice or she would possibly be stuck in the middle of nowhere until who knew when. She licked her lips and began to speak. “Hey! My car ran out of gas miles away. Can you help me?” she asked in a soft voice.

The trucker undressed Michelle with his eyes. Her breasts were sitting up on full display. He licked his lips, wondering what her chocolate breasts would taste like. They were more than a handful to enjoy and truthfully he was ready to feast. He was a breast man and a serious fan of chocolate. He decided before he got down to the nitty gritty that perhaps he would get Michelle in his truck first. “Well, I guess I pulled over just in time, honey.” He cracked a smile, displaying the twenty teeth that he had left lingering around in his mouth.

Michelle cracked a smile back as her insides filled with laughter. His bare mouth had her tickled to death.
All gums and no fucking teeth.
Michelle laughed to herself.

“But,” he continued, “The next gas station is miles away. I bet your car is in the opposite way of where the gas station is. This here truck doesn’t run on air.”

Michelle frowned her face up. She knew what the trucker was implying. Working at the club she ran into pussy thirsty truck drivers all the time. She knew just how to work him as she always did. Tell them what they wanted to hear until she got what she wanted and got out of dodge. She climbed the two big steps of the truck and got into the driver’s personal space. Her breasts poured out of her tiny shirt as she leaned in closer. “I’ll tell you what. If you help me out...” She pointed at her chest. “I will help you out.” She then pointed at him and licked the Mac gloss right off of her lips.

“Oh yeah? Hop on in then.”

Michelle swung her body over to the side, while he pushed open the driver’s side door. She purposely crawled across his lap to the passenger side with her ass tooted up in the driver face. She had no intentions on helping him out whatsoever. The only thing that she could do was refer him to the next strip club so he could go get his rocks off. His money was not worth her time at the moment. She had other important things on her mind like Trent and Charisma’s whereabouts.

~Chapter 14~

Michelle stood in the mirror with her mind was made up. She had to get her man by any means and make him stay. There was only one way she knew how to do so. She grabbed her Gucci bag and her oversized shades and then headed to the library. After spending a few hours there she headed home with the paperwork to make Trent want her for good.

Michelle texted Trent a dozen times before he finally replied back. She answered in reply, stating that it was urgent that he came to see her. Urgent messages always gave people the eagerness to want to know what was so important. With that being true, she knew that he would be knocking at her door any second. Michelle took her time cleaning up her condo, placing rose pedals throughout the place. She lit candles and even cooked a hot meal of steak, snow crab legs, fried shrimp and mashed potatoes. She was ready to seduce and hopefully later on produce.

*****

Michelle damn near pissed herself when she glanced out of her window and saw Trent’s car parked out front. Usually he would park around the corner. Snatching the headscarf off of her head, she scrammed around the room like an addict. She hurriedly found a pair of form fitting jeans and a cute top to throw on and then brushed her hair down and laced her lips with lip-gloss. Just as Trent was knocking on her door, she was staring at the gorgeous reflection that smiled back at her in the floor length mirror.

“What you want?” Michelle asked with a playful attitude as she opened the door for Trent.

Through Michelle's jealously Trent had discovered that Michelle was Charisma best friend, the one that use to be fat and ugly. Years ago he couldn't stand the sight of her. Now here they were playing Russian Roulette. Trent stared into Michelle eyes, licking his lips. His dick was rock hard and he wanted nothing more than to be inside of Michelle at that very second. For the past week or so he couldn't get her off of his mind for some odd reason. But, there was no doubt that he loved Charisma. No female in the world could ever change the way he felt about her.

Michelle grabbed his smooth face with the both of her hands. Pulling him closer to her she began to slightly bite on his lips. “I missed you so much. I'm going crazy without you.”

Trent sighed. Sleeping with his girl’s best friend was something that he’d never thought of doing. He didn’t want the trouble that could come behind it. Although he was fiending for Michelle's love making, he knew it was time for him to do what was right.

Michelle glanced over at the dresser then back at Trent, debating whether or not she should she tell him the good news yet. Deciding to get some goods first she planned to tell him later. Michelle ran her hands inside of Trent’s pockets and snatched out his phone. She quickly powered it off and tossed the phone across the room. Within minutes, Michelle’s legs were thrown over her shoulders as she laid in the missionary position. With each stroke she could feel Trent's long thick pole in her guts.

“Mmmm. I love you,” Michelle cried as she grabbed a hold of her voluptuous breasts.

Trent ignored her words. The pussy was so damn good that he almost slipped up and told her likewise. Thankfully he caught himself before those powerful words slipped out of his mouth.

Instead he bent down, shoving more of his thick pole inside of Michelle's soaking wet canal. He bit down on her bottom lip and then slid his head down her chest. Slowly he flicked his tongue across her erect nipples. “Damnnnn, girl,” he gasped as he took a breast in his mouth.

The connection between the two of them was fatal. Neither one of them knew the dangerous and deadly game that they were playing.

An hour later Trent fell on top of Michelle all out of breath as he massaged her nipples. Michelle’s chest heaved up and down. She was satisfied. She kissed him on the lips and then wrapped her arms around him. In a matter of minutes Trent was out, snoring like a newborn baby.

Michelle slid from underneath him with a dervish smile pasted on her face. It was show time!

She grabbed his phone and sent Charisma a quick text message.

Look girl… I don't know how to put this to you, but you know I’m the type to keep it 100 with you at all times. Trent is my man and he isn’t going anywhere. I'm having his child and we are going to be a family. Step back before you are forced to be stepped back.

Michelle went into her drawer, snapped a picture of the positive pregnancy test, and then she laid in bed next to Trent to take a picture of the two of them dressed in nothing but hot sex and sweat. Her childish ways always got the best of her. She sent the message off to Charisma and then deleted it from Trent’s phone before turning it off and throwing it back across the room. Sliding back in bed with him, she planted kisses all over his face and watched him as he peacefully slept.

“I love you Trent,” she whispered softly in his ear.

~Chapter 15~

Charisma woke up with the meanest headache that one could have. For the last week or so she had been feeling down. She didn’t know whether it was from waiting up long nights for Trent to return home or from her friend who
was
a damn headache alone. Time after time she had told Michelle that she needed a break from her, but Michelle wouldn’t give up. She called Charisma repeatedly. The thought of her being in Philly alone didn’t sit well with her. Besides, if she didn’t keep in contact with Charisma how else could she find out what’s going on with Trent and Charisma.

“You push me far, you bought me to this. You had my heart, but then you blew it.

I’m so over you, boy, go get lost. Believe me.  You’re gonna need me. Trust and believe me…She will never be meeeee,” Charisma sang as she danced around the room, meaning every word of the song.
“You look so foolish with my best friend and she ain’t no better than you. She’s a three and I’m a ten.”

Charisma headed to the shower to get a jump-start on her day. Her vocals could still be heard throughout the house. In the shower she broke down mentally. She didn’t know where she and Trent had gone wrong. The two of them were the epitome of a perfect couple, especially if you were looking in from the outside. They barely fought and barely had disagreements. Trent was the breadwinner and she was the trophy wife. They had an incredible relationship filled with fun, excitement, and of course so much love. They were living the good life with money, cars, and the lavish things in life. What more could they have asked for? How could things have gone so wrong?

Charisma wouldn’t dare back down from Trent and allow another chick to take her man from her underneath her. Trent had two ways of getting away from Charisma and those was either death or if she decided to willingly leave him, which was impossible for her to do. She had adapted to the lavishness that he offered, not to mention the toe curling off the wall sex. He was definitely a pipe layer.

Every dog had his or her day and sooner or later Michelle was sure as hell going to have hers.

Michelle had better prayed that karma got to her before Charisma did. Charisma was more dangerous and deadly than karma could ever be. She played the nice good girl, but fuck with her and she was sure enough going to wild ones entire life out.

After Charisma got dressed she headed out the door to get some retail therapy courtesy of Trent. After hours of spending her man’s money she decided to stop by and see him while he was on the block. When they first got together she would always show up and holler at him on the block. Trent had mentioned many of times that the block was his getaway where he kicked it with his boys and got money at the same time. He’d asked her nicely to away from him while he did his dirt. Obeying her man, she did as he asked.

Charisma licked her lips as she noticed Trent standing next to the liquor store. Sporting his Yankees fitted, a pair of True religion jeans, a crème colored thermal, and a pair of butters on his feet. “Hey Daddy,” she cooed, making her way over to her man.

Trent was all smiles. He excused himself from his boys, who were undressing his girl with their eyes, and made his way over to Charisma. “Man, I was thinking about you,” Trent mentioned as he lifted Charisma up off of her feet.

Charisma lifted her legs, wrapping them around Trent’s waist. She slowly snatched his Yankees fitted off of his head and placed it on hers before sliding her tongue down his throat.

Trent gripped her ample ass and returned the favor. He had to admit, he did his dirt. What man didn’t do their dirt? But at the end of the day Charisma was the one for him. He’d never met another female who was as fine as she was, who had a bad body like hers, or who was just as real as she was. She was the entire package and then some.

“I got a bone I want to pick with you when you get home,” Charisma told Trent as she bit his bottom lip.

“Oh you do?” Trent questioned, wondering what Charisma had to talk to him about.

His mind quickly raced and he prayed that she hadn’t found out about the dirt that he was doing.

“Yup. I'll see you when you get home.” She smiled and walked off, leaving him to look at her perfectly ample rear end.

Back at the house Charisma prepped a nice dinner for Trent. It was time for him to come clean. If he kept it 100 with her then she would stay and soak up his money until she felt like it was time for her to leave. If he didn't come clean with her then somebody was going to be planning his burial. After hours of waiting for Trent, Charisma had enough. She was far from a fool. She got dressed in a pair of sweats and a white tee shirt and then pulled her hair up into a tight ponytail. Watching the cat fights on television, she decided to follow the number one rule they stated. She went into her hallway closet and pulled out her Vaseline. She greased up her arms and face. On her way out the door, she grabbed a tiny bat that she and Trent had gotten from a baseball game they’d gone to when they first met.

Charisma huffed as she pulled up to Michelle house and noticed Trent’s car parked out front, as if he didn't care if he got caught up or not. She was filled with so much hurt that she damn near lost her sight. She tripped going up the stairs to Michelle's condo. Reaching her door, she lightly knocked.

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Inside Michelle had just laid back down from going to the bathroom. That was the second time that Trig had come to her house that night. She was ready to let him have it. She gazed back at Trent who was still out like a baby and then tiptoed to the door and unlocked it. “Boy, didn't I tell you the last time not to—”

BAM!
Michelle was hit across the face with the tiny bat. Charisma came into the dark swinging the bat again. She repeatedly beat Michelle until the girl fell out on the floor.

Thank God that Charisma hadn’t received the text message that Michelle had sent earlier that night. Had she seen it, Michelle and Trent would have both ended up missing.

“Oh so you wanna fuck my man?” Charisma asked through gritted teeth. Her pretty face had so many mixed emotions written all over it. “What did I ever do to you, Michelle?” Charisma cried. Not giving Michelle a chance to answer her question, Charisma sent three powerful kicks to her face, instantly breaking her jaw. Blood gushed from Michelle’s face. She was defenseless.

Hearing all the commotion, Trent jumped up out of bed and was ready to make a run for it out of the window, but then he thought about it. It was best for him to face the music.

“Trent, tell her!” Michelle cried. The words barely escaped through her broken jaw.

Charisma glanced over at Trent who had turned the lights on. She gazed at him as he was now fully dressed.

“Nothing happened—” Trent began to say.

“You fucking liar!” Charisma screamed. The smell of sex, her man’s sex at that, was still lingering through the air. Charisma was observant as the two of them stared at each. The ten seconds or more of visual recognition gave it all away. Now she was all game. It was more than sex between the two of them. It had to be love.

She ran over towards Trent and began beating him in the face with the small bat. Trent took every punch that Charisma threw at him. She was outraged as tears ran down her face.

His heart ached as he watched his love cry the way she was crying.

“Fuck both of you! Y’all better pray that karma get y’all before Charisma do!” she threatened as she ran out of the condo.

Trent ran off behind Charisma. “I love you!”

Charisma got into her car and sped off into the night.