Naughty 2: My Way or the Highway (9 page)

“Shiiit. Woman, don't go lying to yourself like that, please.”

She laughed. “Whatever, but thanks. Thanks for at least thinking about me.”

“I always think about you, baby. And right before you called, I was sitting here thinking about how scrumptious you're going to look tonight in one of the thongs I bought for you too.”

“Damn, baby, you're being awfully nice to me. It wouldn't have anything to do with us not having sex for almost a week now, would it?”

“Six days, Scorpio, seven hours, thirty-seven minutes, and fifteen...sixteen seconds, and I'm still counting. It's been that long since I've been sexually satisfied. Tonight, you got yourself a date with the Ding-Dong man.”

“Uh-uh. I got plans tonight, Mr. Ding-Dong man.”

“Plans with who?”

“Plans with this oh, so fine, sexy, aggressive, juicy-lipped, long fat dick, thick-headed, muscular tight-ass Investment Broker that be sliding that thang deep into a sista's pussy and having it dripping we—”

“Okay, baby, that's enough. I'm at work now. You gon' have me running out of the motherfucker trying to get to your ass. So, don't talk like that no more.”

Scorpio laughed. “I won't. As long as you remember our routine, no matter what happens between us. Three times minimum, per week. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.”

“Bet, Ms. Porn Star. You know you should get yourself a 900-number talking shit like that. And because you had my ass over here about to explode, that's going to cost you big time tonight.”

“Damn, I can't wait... but, uh, getting our minds out of the gutter, and back to the real reason for my call ...I need you to meet me at Mackenzie's pre-school around one o'clock today. Her teacher called earlier and said that she wanted to talk to us.”

“Why didn't you tell me earlier? I have a lunch meeting with one of my clients today.”

“Well, cancel it.”

“I guess I'll just have to. Did her teacher say what she wanted?”

“No, she just said she'll talk to us when we get there.”

“Okay, I'll meet you there at one.”

When I got off the phone with Scorpio, I called my client to reschedule. I chowed down on the Chinese food Angela ordered for lunch, then left the office to go to Mackenzie's pre-school.

Scorpio's Corvette was parked outside already, and I pulled up next to it. I went inside and saw Mackenzie reading some flashcards. She ran up to give me a squeezing tight hug.

“Hi, Daddy. What are you doing here? Am I going home with you today?”

“I'm here to talk to your teacher. And yes, if you want to, I'll pick you up when I get off work.” She gave me a kiss and ran back to the other kids.

I interrupted Scorpio talking to Mackenzie's teacher in her office. “Hello, Mr. Rogers,” Ms. Franklin said, standing up, and shaking my hand. “Have a seat, please.” I sat next to Scorpio and looked at her. She turned her head away like she was mad about something.

“So, what's this all about?”

“Mr. Rogers, don't be alarmed. I just wanted to talk to you and Mrs. Rogers about Mackenzie's behavior.”

“Let me correct you,” I said, feeling the bullshit getting ready to go down. I pointed to Scorpio. “This is Ms. Valentino. We are not married, and what in the hell do you mean by Mackenzie's behavior?”

“Well, she has a problem getting along with the other children. She's very bossy and quite controlling—”

“What do you mean by bossy and controlling?”

She let out a deep sigh and clinched her hands together. “I mean, she doesn't share with the other children, she tells them what to do, and when they don't, she gets angry.”

Scorpio looked over at me again and rolled her eyes.

“So,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “She's supposed to have her way. And she doesn't have to share shit with anybody unless she wants to. As for telling them what to do, that's all about leadership. She's a leader, not a follower.”

“Mr. Rogers, I don't think you understand—”

“No, Ma'am, I don't think you understand. I pay this school fifteen hundred dollars a month, and if you have to put up with a little attitude from my daughter, so damn what. Do it! Personally, I think you got a problem with the color of her skin. I'm sure you're not calling any of these white parents in here with this bullshit.”

“Oh, Mr. Rogers, I'm not like that. I really like Mackenzie. I'm just—”

I quickly stood up and looked at Scorpio. “Come on, baby. Let's get the fuck out of here before I snatch her ass from behind that desk.”

Scorpio shook her head in disgust. “Jaylin, look, calm down. Ms. Franklin is just trying to tell us about Mackenzie. You act like you—”

“I don't need nobody telling me shit! And I can't believe you're sitting here listening to this nonsense.” I gave Scorpio and Ms. Franklin a hard stare, then pushed the chair out of my way and walked out. I grabbed Mackenzie and left. Scorpio stayed behind to continue talking to Ms. Franklin.

By the time I got home, I was furious from thinking about the whole damn ordeal. I couldn't even go back to work, or return any of my clients' phone calls because I was raging mad. When I slammed my keys on the kitchen counter, Nanny B came in.

“What's the problem, Jaylin? Tell me, what's going on?”

I sat at the table and folded my leg across my knee. “Mackenzie, go upstairs to your room and let your Daddy and Nanny B have some privacy.” She left and didn't say a word. I took a deep breath, “Ms. Franklin, her pre-school teacher, had a talk with Scorpio and me today. She started talking all this bullshit about Mackenzie being bossy, controlling, and even selfish. She pissed me off and I cursed her ass out.”

Nanny B pulled a chair next to me and held my hands together with hers. “Jaylin, I know you don't want to hear this, but Mackenzie is the spitting image of you. I've noticed it myself, but it's not my place to tell anyone how to raise their children.”

“But—”

“But nothing. Just listen, please. You need to call that woman and apologize to her. It's not that she's trying to tell you how to raise your child, but it is her job to let you know when something isn't right. Mackenzie is spoiled, rotten to the core, and she has you to thank for that. You're not a bad father, but material things just don't get it all the time. She needs for you to tell her when she's wrong, tell her when she can't have her way, and not let her run over you like she does. If she believes that she can have her way with you, then she's going to feel the same way about others. I know you want to give her everything because you had a rough upbringing. But giving her what you didn't have isn't the answer, okay?” She let go of my hands and folded her arms.

“Have you been talking to my deceased mother or something? That just sounded like something she would say to me. I know you're right, but some things are hard for me to swallow.”

“No, I haven't been talking to your mother, but God puts people in your life for a reason. Good people, bad people, and ugly people. I just hope I can be of some good.”

“And that you are.” I kissed Nanny B on the cheek and thanked her. I told her I would call Ms. Franklin to apologize, and then make it perfectly clear to her that Mackenzie wasn't coming back any time soon.

I was taking a shower when Scorpio came into the bathroom screaming and hollering about how I embarrassed her.

“I can't believe you reacted that way, Jaylin. You were way out of line.”

“And I can't believe you didn't have the decency or courage to stand up for your own damn daughter.” I turned off the water, and covered myself with a towel as I stepped into my bedroom.

As I sat on the bed, she stood in front of me and folded her arms. “What in the hell has gotten into you? Your attitude is horrible. And now your little fucked-up ways have rubbed off on my daughter. I'm not having this shit, Jaylin, I mean it. “

I felt myself about to go off on her, but instead, I reached for the bag with her cookbook in it and calmly asked her to leave.

“Fine, I'll leave. But please call Ms. Franklin and apologize to her.”

“I am, and not because you're asking me to, but because I know it's the right thing to do.” I removed the towel from around me and pulled the covers back to get in bed.

“Either way, thank you. And now that we've cleared that up,” Scorpio said, getting under the covers with me. “I thought we had plans tonight, Mr. Ding-Dong man?”

“We did, however, I just canceled them until you learn how to stand up for the ones you love. Until then, Ms. Porn Star, get the fuck off my bed so I can go to sleep—alone.”

Realizing that I wasn't joking, Scorpio grabbed her cookbook and left. Her disrespect fucked her right out of this good dick tonight.

 

 

The Loft
wasn't no joke. Women were down to wearing a little bit of nothing. Legs, back, breasts, ass, you name it, I saw it. There were some sexy-ass women in the club, but there was also some sistas who knew damn well they shouldn't have tried to squeeze into those skimpy-ass outfits they wore. I felt like if your back was out, and your rolls were showing, then that wasn't the outfit for you.

This one gal had so many rolls showing that I asked Stephon if he had some butter. We damn near fell to the floor laughing so hard. And Ray Ray had the nerve to ask her to dance.

When I asked Ray Ray about his wife, he said they were already separated and he couldn't be with just one woman. I definitely knew the feeling and was glad I hadn't wasted that kind of money or time on getting married.

Stephon and me kicked down our game all night. We grabbed two light-skinned sistas who were showing all skin, and asked them to dance.

I dropped low and rubbed my dance partner on her soft, pretty legs. I worked my way up from the floor and held her waist. She placed her arms on my shoulders and worked her sexy body to my rhythm. “So, what's your name?” I asked.

“Beaches.”

“What?” I said, as I couldn't quite hear over the loud music.

“Beaches,” she yelled a little louder.

“Say, Beaches, what do you think about us hooking up tonight?”

She smiled and removed her arms from my shoulders. “You are awfully confident and sexy, but I'll have to pass. I'm engaged and—”

I immediately stopped dancing with her because there wasn't no sense in me going any further. If she was engaged, then what in the fuck was she doing in here? I walked off the dance floor and went over to the bar. Stephon was still on the floor dancing with her sister. I'd hoped he was having better luck with her.

While at the bar, several women approached me about dancing. Since none of them offered to pay for my drink, I declined. But when this thick, mocha-chocolate sista with long wavy hair slammed some money on the bar to pay for my Remy, she got my attention.

“I got your back, and then some, handsome. Question is, are you ready for some serious action tonight?”

“That depends on what type of action you have in mind.”

“How about I'll show you when we get to my place.”

Damn, do I look that easy?
I thought. She was aggressive, but she was my kind of woman. “Baby, what would give you the idea that I want to go to your place tonight?”

She took my hand and eased it in between her legs. Wearing no panties, I felt the goods. And after scoping the thickness of her shiny lips, I quickly downed my drink and whispered in her ear, “I need somewhere to lay my
head
. It would be quite nice if I could lay it in you.”

She took my hand, and before we left, I stopped to let Stephon know I was outtie.

“Say, man, call me tomorrow,” I said.

“You gon' dog? I thought we were going to the Waffle House tonight?”

“Sorry, bro, waffles don't come like this,” I said, looking next to me. “And please understand that plans do change, my brotha, plans most certainly do change.”

Stephon checked out the loveliness I had next to me and gave me five. “Do your thang, cuz, and call me later.”

“Will do.”

I rode to the club with Stephon, so the chick whose name I still hadn't gotten agreed to drive. We searched for her car in the parking lot, and when she had the nerve to step to this gray, raggedy-ass Lincoln, I could have died. But then I thought about when Scorpio first came over to see me in her raggedy Cadillac, and decided not to judge.

No sooner had we gotten inside the car, she was all over me. She unzipped my pants and gagged as she tried to swallow all of my nine. I somewhat enjoyed the feeling, and tried to show her a little satisfaction by rubbing her ass.

I felt very little passion for what was going on, so it took forever for me to come. I even closed my eyes and pretended she was Scorpio, but when I felt the edges of her sharp teeth, I knew something wasn't right. She wrapped up the blowjob, then started the car so we could leave. The damn thing sounded like a garbage truck, shaking our bodies. I was so embarrassed when she sped from the parking lot, my ass flying out of my seat from her abrupt departure.

“Whoa... whoa... Slow down, damn!” I yelled, holding onto the dashboard. “This car could really use a tune-up, you know.”

She took her eyes off the road and grinned. “It's an old car. I'm getting a new one next week.”

Sure you are,
I thought.
A Lexus, right?

“You know, you haven't even asked me my name yet.”

“That's because I don't want to know your name. Not really important to me.” I was infuriated by the way she drove. She had my damn life in her hands and she was swerving in and out of traffic with it. Of course she was anxious to feel my dick, but damn!