Life After a Balla (18 page)

Kareem quickly starting removing his clothes as Mary J. continued to play in the background setting the mood even more. He leaped on the bed beside her, and pulled her close, smelling the vanilla scent on her body. He then kissed Felicia’s lips, looking into her seductive eyes.

Felicia reached over and grabbed Kareem’s throbbing dick and began rubbing it against her pussy driving him crazy.

“You want this wet pussy, baby?” she whispered in his ear in a sexy voice.

“Yes…please,” he moaned giving her a deep passionate kiss trying to suck all the air from her lungs.

A few seconds later, she slid down and popped his dick in her mouth. Kareem let out a gasp as she began bobbing up and down on his dick. She made slurping sounds making sure to lick from the balls to the shaft and using her hand to jerk and squeeze his balls also. Kareem rolled his head back in pure ecstasy as she preformed with the best muscle control from her mouth he’d ever experienced.

“Damn, Le Le,” he moaned out loud, grabbing her hair and thrusting in and out of her mouth.

Anxious and feeling himself about to cum, he pulled her up and got on top of her. Felicia gasped when he entered inside her. Kareem was very large for his age which really thrilled her. She let out a low scream as he pumped hard and fast. She returned the humps making sure she flexed her pussy muscles around his dick.

When she heard her husband’s favorite song
Encore
by Jay- Z coming from her cell phone, she turned her head in the direction of her dresser. After hearing the ringtone chime over and over again, she knew it was Dre calling.

Kareem also heard her phone, but tried not let it spoil his mood and quickly took his mind back to the pussy when he felt Felicia’s juices running down the shaft of his dick.

When she felt her clit tingling, she grabbed the back of Kareem’s head as she exploded all over his dick. Kareem felt her legs trembling and it intensified his motions as he pounded and pounded until his body jerked and he released.

“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had,” he blurted out while collapsing on the bed. They both laid naked and satisfied in each other’s arms.

After several minutes passed, Felicia reached over and rubbed her hands through Kareem’s curly hair.

“Kareem, can I ask you a question?” she mumbled in his ear.

Kareem looked over at her with lust filled eyes. “After what you just did to me Le Le, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

****

Dre sat at his brother’s desk at the shelter, pissed that Felicia wasn’t picking up her phone. When he dialed it again and it went straight to voicemail, he decided to leave her a message.

“Felicia, I been callin’ you all damn day. I hope you makin’ some progress wit’ that boy. Call me back,” he said, slamming the phone down.

Dre had already been to the shelter several times searching for clues about Justice, but he decided to go back again just in case he’d missed something from before. Opening the blinds, he had a hard time looking around because the shelter no longer had electricity.

He started going through Justice’s desk drawers and found a picture of Mercedes standing in front of the shelter for its grand opening. His heart dropped looking at her beautiful smile. Even though she’d done him wrong he would always love her and was devastated when he found out she was killed.

“I miss you, baby girl. You were and always will be the only woman I ever truly loved,” he said, shaking his head.

He then started thumbing through the huge pile of mail that was stuffed in the overflowing mailbox outside. Most were past due bills along with several thank you cards from women who’d stayed at the shelter and managed to successfully move on. After Justice was officially reported as missing, the state of Georgia immediately relocated the remaining ladies to other shelters and stopped all financial payments. When Dre opened up a letter saying that Justice was behind on the mortgage for the building and they were threatening foreclosure, he shook his head thinking,
my brother was really in debt
.

Even though Dre missed his brother and wanted to find out what happened to him just as much as Felicia did, truth be told he wanted to take over the shelter; turning it into a gym with a boxing ring, punching bags and state of the art equipment. The only problem was he was broke and needed to collect on his brother’s life insurance policy. Although he wasn’t the beneficiary on his policy, Felicia promised to split the money with him if he helped her find out what happened to Justice. They’d already filed a missing persons report, and the police were investigating but without a body they had to wait seven years before they could collect on his policy. Time was ticking and Dre was getting extremely impatient waiting on Felicia to get information out of Kareem.

“Fuck this. It’s time I take matters into my own hands.”

CHAPTER 18

Asia stood in line at the liquor store with a cheap bottle of Absolute Vodka tucked under one arm and the baby in the other. She’d been so stressed out it seemed as if the only thing that seemed to relax her lately was alcohol. After releasing the pictures of Sandino, the reporter had offered Asia a paid interview for her side of the story, but after she received a phone call from Sandino’s lawyer threatening her with a cease and desist letter, Asia hadn’t gone through with it. She did, however warn Toni that if Sandino didn’t take the paternity test ASAP, she would continue to blast him in the media.

As Asia continued waiting, her patience was beginning to run thin as the clerk took his time ringing up the customer in front of her. She listened as the older white gentleman told the clerk he was new in town and was looking for something fun to do. He then went on to say, he preferred to go to a nice bar instead of a crowded night club. The clerk responded by telling him about some of the bars in the area.

“Hey, can we speed things up? You’re holding up the line,” Asia said, shifting her weight from one side to the other.

When the clerk and the customer continued to chit chat, Asia was pissed that she was being ignored. Deciding to walk to the front of the line, she was about to go off, but paused when she saw the attractive white man pull out a gold money clip full of hundred dollar bills and pay for his items. Asia’s eyes instantly bulged out of her head and lit up like Times Square on New Year’s Eve. Suddenly the lyrics from the old Wu-Tang song popped into her head.

“Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dollar dollar bill y’all.”

After watching him walk out, she quickly paid for her items, went to her truck to put the baby inside, then walked over to the man’s hunter green Jaguar XF just as he was about to pull off. She knocked on the window and smiled. As soon as he rolled the window down, Asia noticed how he was layered with the trinkets that only rich men would wear…not real flashy but symbols that said he probably had money to blow. His solid gold Rolex shined like the sun as she glanced at it; knowing it wasn’t a knockoff by the way the second hand swept the dial.

Only a pro can spot a real Roley
, she thought to herself.

Wearing a low cut tunic dress, Asia could see him looking at her breasts as she leaned over on his door teasing him. This was all part of her plan to get him to notice her.

“Hello, I couldn’t help but overhear you in the store saying that you were looking for something fun to do tonight.”

The man looked down at her breasts again and licked his lips. “Yes, I did. Do you have something in mind?”

“Since I heard you say you prefer a bar vs. a night club, there’s this really sexy restaurant called Nobu on Collins Avenue that you might enjoy. Their food is delicious and they make great Mango Martinis,” Asia said, playing with her hair.

“Nobu sounds like my kind of place,” he said, looking her up and down like she was a piece of meat.

“Let me give you my number and maybe I’ll join you. I’m looking for some fun myself tonight.” She batted her eyes.

Asia hadn’t had a decent meal since arriving back in Miami, so she’d purposely chosen the place. After giving him her number she walked off making sure she did her famous stallion stride. As he watched her ass like a deer in head lights, she knew he would call her within the hour.

It’s crazy how dirty old white men love black woman, but will never commit to one
, she thought.

Nevertheless, Asia seemed to always attract rich white men even though technically she came onto him, and this one was no exception. After getting into her truck and pulling off, she started into traffic as thoughts continued to race through her head. She suddenly thought about the conversation she had with the lawyer’s assistant about Skye and the renovations to their house. Suddenly, she made a u-turn in the middle of the street and headed over to Sandino’s house again to see what was really going on. Asia opened the bottle of vodka and poured some in a cup while taking huge sips as she drove to Sandino’s house on a mission.

“If that bitch Skye thinks I’m just gonna go away, she’s wrong. Ain’t that right, SJ?” she yelled to her son in the back seat as if she expected him to answer.

Asia turned up the music when she heard her favorite song,
Someone Like You
by Adele.

“I heard that you’re settled down, that you found a girl and you’re married now,” she sang along.

She finished off the vodka in her cup and instead of pouring another one she just turned the bottle up. As she continued to listen to Adele she found herself unable to hold back the tears. Between the postpartum depression she’d diagnosed herself with and the amount of alcohol she consumed Asia was an emotional wreck.

When she reached Sandino’s street, Asia drove by slow and parked across the street when she saw Jordan outside in the yard throwing his football in the air. Looking like a miniature Sandino, she couldn’t believe how much he’d grown.

The yard had been cleaned up well and seemed back to normal. Asia even noticed a few freshly planted orchids. She continued to watch, wondering where Skye was until Asia saw her pull up in a white convertible Bentley Continental GT with thirty day tags a few minutes later. Asia fumed as Skye got out carrying several shopping bags from Saks, Hermes, and Tory Burch. She went ballistic and started punching the steering wheel immediately.

“No this bitch ain’t driving a brand new fucking car! The car that I want! These muthafuckas are really trying to play me. I can’t even get a dime, but this bitch is flossing around town.”

When Asia saw Skye and Jordan go inside, she quickly grabbed her pocket knife out of the glove compartment and jumped out of the truck. “Let’s see how much you floss now, bitch,” she said, while running toward the driveway.

Looking around to see if anyone was watching, Asia displayed a revengeful grin right before driving the blade deep into the front passenger tire. She then made her way around the entire car until the other three tires had also been destroyed.

“This will teach her ass not to fuck with me,” Asia said before looking around again.

Knowing she wasn’t done, Asia climbed up onto the hood never bothering to remove her shoes before quickly pulling up her dress. Asia didn’t have to worry about the alarm since Skye hadn’t activated it, but she had to act fast before someone drove by. Pulling down her panties, Asia squatted in the perfect position then proceeded to piss all over the hood of the brand new car. The more she thought about Skye living the lavish lifestyle she wanted, Asia didn’t care who saw her at that point as she looked up at the living room window. To her surprise, someone was watching her all along. Asia started at the man as he looked at her with complete shock. But instead of stopping, she flashed a devious smile.

After leaving a puddle of urine, she jumped down and ran back to her truck.

“I hope you like the gift, bitch! I’ll be backkk,” Asia said in her terminator voice before skidding off.

She cursed and continuously banged the steering wheel with her fist while making her way out of the neighborhood. The moment she thought about Skye not locking the door, Asia considering turning around and leaving a bowel movement in the driver’s seat until her phone vibrated. Realizing it was a text, she finally decreased her speed, and read the message. It was from the guy at the liquor store, inviting her to a hotel for drinks later that night. A smile finally consumed her face.

I would loooove to. Meet you there at 8
, she texted back.

Guess instead of eating some food he would rather get straight to the point and eat this pussy,
she thought.

****

Later that night, Asia stood in the mirror piling foundation on her face. She then stepped back and admired herself in a tight fitting strapless dress that outlined every curve. It was as if the designer made the garment especially for her body.

“Damn, I look good,” she said, blowing herself a kiss in the mirror.

Asia made sure she fed the baby more than usual so he could be extra full. She also made sure he was dry and asleep on the bed before leaving him alone. Asia figured since she’d done it before and everything worked out, there was nothing wrong with leaving him again, especially since she planned to be back within three hours. Moments later, she eased out of the room and left for her date with one thing in mind, getting some much needed cash.

Asia looked at the address he’d texted her earlier and realized it was only a few blocks away. A few minutes later she pulled up in front of the Hilton Bentley Hotel. With a motive on her mind, she decided it wasn’t a good idea to valet park just in case she had to leave in a hurry. So, she found a parking space on the street and went inside before getting on the elevator and heading to the sixth floor.

Her feet were already starting to hurt in the five inch stilettos she wore. She wanted to reach down and pull them off so badly, but the thought of showing up with bare feet wasn’t a good look. Most women would’ve been nervous about going to a strange man’s hotel room, especially after being raped, but Asia was desperate and had her pocket knife in her purse for protection.