TYCE 3 (6 page)

 
 
 
 
 
Gloria’s house was full of baby stuff too. The only difference between them was that Gloria did most of her shopping online. Either way both grandmothers were equally prepared and equally excited about the newest member of their family.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
As Pamela exited the crowded store heading for her car, she thought back to the night she lifted Tyce out of the grimy dumpster. It seemed like yesterday although it had been nearly three decades ago. She was a young lady holding a baby in her arms and now her baby was having a baby. God truly does work in mysterious ways.

Honesty Is The Best Policy

 
 
 
 
 
It had been two days since the lunch meeting with Dallas and I found myself sitting on the couch watching T.V. debating if I should tell Angelique about it. Part of me was like go head and tell her while the other side of me was screaming
what she don’t know won’t hurt her
. I reasoned that telling her would only add to her stress. But, on the other hand, if she found out then it would look like I was trying to hide something. The truth was I had no intentions of fucking Dallas or anything like that. I was just curious about what she had to say.

 
 
 
 
 
I laid my head back on the soft leather sofa and rubbed my hand over my hair in a forward motion. My eyes had just closed when she walked in the living room with her head phones on. She was singing right along with Monica.

“
It’s jus’ one of them daaaays, thata girl goes thruuuu, when I’m angry insiiiiide, don’t wanna take it out on youuuuuu.
”

 
 
 
 
 
I smiled to myself. Angelique really had a great voice, although she didn’t show it often enough for me. I always had a little soft spot for a woman that could carry a note. She looked in my direction and I took that opportunity to wave her over to me. As she crossed the room I patted my lap letting her know exactly where I wanted her to sit. The smell of cocoa butter and lavender body mist greeted my nostrils as she sat down in her assigned seat.

“Wasup honey dick.”

Angelique put the head phones on her thigh and kissed me lightly on the lips.

“I wanted to ummmm…” I hesitated cocking my head to the side.

She raised her thin eyebrows, “You wanted to ummmm what?”

I took a deep breath and decided to go with the honest approach. I had to admit that decision was totally against my better judgment. A year ago I would not even be having this internal conversation with myself. I never had to explain my movements to anybody, especially when it came to women. I don’t care if a chic dipped my dick in warm caramel and sucked it off until her tongue fell asleep. I don’t care if I had a foursome with a pair of twins and their freaky ass mom. I don’t care if I fucked a female for three hours nonstop and then paid her to leave me alone…it was my business. But, shit changes, and now I
did
have to explain myself…even if I didn’t want to.

“I had lunch with Dallas.” I stared into her eyes.

There was a pause while the new information sunk in. Normally I could read women very well, but this time was different. I really couldn’t get a bead on her.

“Was it jus’ lunch?” Angelique placed her hand on my chest.

“Yeah, matter of fact I didn’t even eat. I was only there like 30 minutes.”

“That snake ass bitch.” Angelique whispered to herself. “What did she say?”

I sighed a little. “She was jus’ goin’ on and on about how much she missed me and wanted me to give her a second chance. She told me she wouldn’t fuck it up this time.
Oh,
she said she hates your fuckin’ guts and you aint shit compared to her.” Angelique and I shared a laugh at that one. I was relieved she was taking my confession so well. Don’t get it twisted, I wasn’t afraid of her, I just didn’t want to upset her.

“Well trust me; the feeling is very fuckin’
 
 
mutual.” Angelique rolled her eyes. “Why did you go?”

“Honestly, I was curious about what she had to say.”

“So why did you decide to tell me?” She locked her brown eyes on mine.

I thought for a quick second before I answered her. I recognized that this was a monumental moment in our young relationship. Most dudes in this situation would tell their woman exactly what he thought she wanted to hear, but I wasn’t most dudes.

“I told you cuz I aint tryna fuck up our shit. I don’t like friction between us. That shit gets on my nerves.”

Angelique smiled, “I think you told me cuz you’re in love with me.”

I rubbed her cheek. “Yeah that too.”

“I’m glad you told me Tyce, cuz if I found out on my own-or if that bitch woulda told me herself then I woulda thought the worst. You don’t hafta lie to kick it. I know you still have feelings for her. All you did when you put her out was what you
had
to do. She violated so she had to go. I commend you for being strong and not pussy whipped like so many other niggas are. They keep a trick around cuz they’re weak and they let their dick make all the important decisions for ‘em. But I’m not stupid or naïve. I know you still care about her. You jus’ don’t care for her lies.”

 
 
 
 
 
Damn, when I thought about it, she was absolutely right. It’s funny how when someone else says some shit to you it makes complete sense. I had no intention of breaking up with Dallas before she flipped out and lied to my face. The bottom line was I couldn’t trust Dallas, so why be with her? But even though I was a stone cold killer that bodied niggas all up and down the west coast-I was still capable of loving a woman.

“Yeah you’re right babe, but don’t get shit twisted, the trio is done. I aint ‘bout to be on some duet shit with Dallas’s untrustworthy ass. It’s me and you babe and we gonna ride this thing out.”

Angelique poked her bottom lip out, “Baby do you think I’m fat?”

“What?” I asked shocked.

“Do you think I’m fat? I feel soooo unattractive right now. I’ve gained 33 pounds. My ass is wider, my breasts are heavy, my nose has spread a little, and I can set a plate on the top of my stomach without it sliding off!”

I rubbed her beach ball belly kissing it softly.

“No I don’t think you’re fat, I think you’re beautiful. You have a glow to your skin and a sparkle in your eye. I still think you are as fine as the first time I saw you ten years ago.”

Angelique rubbed the back of my head lovingly.

“Awwww thank you baby, I needed that. Listen, I know I’ve had the sex drive of a gay nun the past few months and I’m sorry for that, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothin’ is wrong with you babe. You’re jus’ a lil pregnant.” I joked trying to lighten the mood.

“I jus’ know it’s been a little sexually rough for you lately and I know it’s all my fault.”

“Trust me babe, I’ve had plenty of pussy and waitin’ until you’re feelin’ frisky again is not a problem. Don’t get me wrong, I do miss you a lot. Shit I think about your sweet ass every day, but I can hold on ‘til your ready.”

Angelique stood up, and then dropped to her knees in front of me. A wide grin spread across her full lips as she placed the ear phones on the carpet next to my shoe.

“What you ‘bout to do?” I narrowed my eyes.

“I’m ‘bout to suck your dick like I’m mad at it.”

She lifted my shirt and fished for my belt buckle. Her round stomach rubbed up against the front of the couch as she positioned her head over my lap. She quickly swooped her long hair behind both ears as she finally freed my neglected friend from its lonely prison.

“Feel free to let it go all down my throat baby. Jus’ relax and let me do all the work.”

She engulfed my dick in her wet mouth and rapidly twisted her head from left to right. I felt her hands turning and massaging my shaft like she was trying to unscrew it from my body. My big toe started to tingle while my mouth fell open slightly.

Shit, I guess honesty
is
the best policy and my rock hard dick could testify to that fact.

Fuck Patience

 
 
 
 
 
Letting shit slide is a very difficult thing to do. Yesterday when Tyce told me about the whole lunch thing I really had to control my anger. That’s why I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just let that shit go! Women go back and forth with each other cat fighting, pulling out weaves, and slapping each other left and right. I hear people all the time talking about how silly ladies look fighting over a man, when they should be slapping his ass. But, this situation was completely different. My man told me the truth and I knew how ruthless Dallas was. Plus she knew he was with me and not to mention the fact that I was carrying his baby. So I had every right to confront her and direct my hostility toward her back stabbing ass.

 
 
 
 
 
That was exactly my thoughts as I dialed her number for the second time that week. I knew she would answer the call all geeked up because I was calling from Tyce’s phone. I wanted to be sure she would pick up so I asked him to borrow his phone. He knew what I was up to, but he didn’t say anything. He just handed me the phone and flashed a sexy grin. I pulled into the lot of my jeweler’s store parking my car to the right of the entrance. First I turned my music down and then I dialed the number of the biggest hoe bag in town. Just like I thought, she answered after just one ring.

“What took you so long to call me baby?” She asked seductively.

“Bitch, this aint Tyce! It’s me and I’m not your baby trick.”

“What? What the hell are you doin’ callin’ me…
again
. Didn’t you get the message last time that I don’t wanna talk to you?”

“Oh, I don’t wanna
talk
to you either! I jus’ want you to meet me in the bathroom at the Crenshaw mall in exactly an hour.”

Angelique rolled down her window to let some fresh air in.

“What are you talkin’ ‘bout?” Dallas sucked her teeth.

“Are you retarded?” Angelique snapped back. “
I said meet me in the bathroom at the Crenshaw Mall. Did you hear that or do you need the Whisper 2000
?”

Angelique uttered, slowly annunciating every syllable.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You wanna fight me?” Dallas couldn’t believe it.