“Listen to me, son,” Ms. Rochelle pled. “Whatever happened… God will see you through. Don’t—don’t throw you whole life away over this, Ducati. You hear me? Don’t do something you’ll regret.”
Would I regret it, I wondered, as I stared down at him, finger grazing against the trigger. Blinking a couple of times, I thought about my kids. Diary included. Thought about the situation and how things were going to change in my life. Thought about it all.And I felt like shit, I had the gun on the wrong person. He did what he did. Forced me in this position but at the end of the day, I was the problem. I was the reason for it all. I was the enemy. Not this nigga. The shit was going to come out one way or another. And regardless of how it came out, my life would have gone in the same direction. I was fucked either way.
With a deep breath and a swallow, I eased the gun out of his mouth and walked out of the house. Didn’t even tell my shorty goodbye.
“I needyou to answer the fuckin’ phone, Ne!” I yelled at her voicemail before hanging up. Dragging my hands down my face, I tapped on her name, calling her again.
I didn’t give a fuck. I was down bad. Needed my wife just as bad as I needed my next breath. I shifted my eyes to the clock and saw that I had about an hour before the kids got out of school. Fuck it. I hit a quick right and headed in the direction of home. I was trying. Trying my damnedest to abide by the rules. Wanted to keep the drama down. Wanted to be a good nigga. Wanted to give her space and shit like that but what the fuck was that doing to me? I was losing my gotdamn mind without her. Without them. She’d just have to understand.
As soon as I left Ms. Rochelle’s crib, I got on the phone. I called her, called her, and called her. Just to be hit with the voicemail. It wasn’t until I was halfway to the hotel room that I decided, fuck it. I was going to the crib. She was there. Had to be there. And if she wasn’t I’d be going to the office. But because I knew she was in her feelings—hadto be in her feelings—I knew she was at the crib. Mahogany couldn’t work. This shithadto be hurting her just as much as it was hurting me.
As I was speeding down the street, I hit the glove box and grabbed that personal sized bottle of Don. Pulling the cork from it, I took a big sip and recorked it before putting it back in the glove. I couldn’t believe I’d damn near caught a body. In broad day. In a room full of muthafuckas I didn’t trust. I was tripping. This shit had me tripping. Because had that room been empty, I probably would have emptied the clip on him. Not because any of this shit was his fault but because I was just that fucking mad and I wasn’t even a killer.
I was supposed to be cool?
I was supposed to accept shit as it was?
I was supposed to just lay in the bed I made? Accept not having my wife? Accept not having my family? Leave her be? Mannnn… fuck that. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t live without Mahogany. The shit was literally breaking me.
Swiping a tear from my face, I switched lanes, hung up and called her again. I could’ve stopped. I was heading to the crib. But Icouldn’t. I needed to hear her voice. I needed her to open up for me. I needed her to answer.
She didn’t.
I called, called, and called…again. And she didn’t answer one time. Think I told her I was about to pull up? Shit no. I kept towards the crib, speeding. Sped all the way to that bitch. Down the block and into the driveway too. I hit the garage opener and was pissed to see that she wasn’t there. I backed out of the driveway, didn’t even close the garage back, about to head to her job.
She didn’t want me there.
Mahogany was a professional woman. Didn’t like to do drama at work. Didn’t like to do drama at all. Work was just off limits. Think I gave a fuck about that? Hell naw. The only thing I cared about was fixing shit with my wife. That’s it. Didn’t give a fuck about the speed limit. Didn’t give a fuck about drinkingand driving. Didn’t give a fuck about the red light I blew through neither. It was a blessing I made it through. Was about a second away from colliding with an oncoming car I peeped through my rearview mirror when I went through.
I brushed my hand over the top of my head, sucked in air, and hit the glove box again for another shot. Slowing up at a red light, I took a shot and put the bottle back. I sat at the red light, thinking… about her of course. About life. About where I was heading. Not her job but where I was heading in life. Shit didn’t look good for me.
I tossed my head back against the head rest and laughed. This had to be a cruel ass joke. Life. The shit I’d been hit with over the past couple of months. It was a continuous downslope, felt like.
Sucking in air, I pulled away from the green light, speeding off top, weaving through the midday traffic. Hall Road was busy as hell, as usual, but I didn’t give a fuck. As I was swerving through traffic, I damn near rear ended one of the cars. That didn’t slow me down; I weaved again and blew through another red light. Except this time, I didn’t make it through. I was hit by an oncoming car.
13
CRESCENT
I ranmy hands up the sides of her body and swiped my tongue over her chocolate chip sized nipples. She bit her bottom lip and tossed her head back. When she looked back down at me, her hair fell into her face and I swear to God I’d never seen anything more beautiful. Mahogany moved her hips, riding my dick with so much passion a nigga was on the verge of falling in love. Grabbing her waist, I slid deeper into her and she moaned. Cooed, really. Shit was like a sweet melody to my ears.
It’d been two days since I last seen her and the last time, we were together, we ended up in the same position. Fucking. We ran into each other at the bar, and she asked to leave with me. When I saw her, I didn’t expect that. Shit, I thought we were just running into each other, but she took it to another level. It was crazy, considering we were at odds over the whole Shardae situation. When she walked up on me, asking me to leave, I was caught off guard but left with her anyway. We went to one of my cribs, talked a little, and ended up having sex.
We were supposed to be working. Remote. Before she got here, we were on some virtual shit and while I hated it, I complied. Only because our assistants were CC’d in the emailexchange we had. It didn’t matter though because the minute we got on that camera, I convinced her to come over and work out of my home office. You think we got anything done for real? Hell naw. I mean... we tried. She went from talking about design to talking about how good I was eating her pussy.
Mahogany leaned down and I wrapped my arms around her, slamming my dick in and out of her. Her body quivered and before I knew it, my thighs were wet with her juices. She raked her nails against the side of my neck and rubbed her face against mine until our lips met. Her lips against mine were soft as pillows. What I imagined clouds would feel like. Our kiss deepened as she slowly gyrated her hips against mine. I gripped her ass cheeks and pulled them further apart, digging deeper inside of her. Again, she cooed. This time in my ear, sending me over the edge. I softly bit down on her shoulder as I felt my nut build up. As if she knew my body, she sat up and began to bounce on me, tugging on her nipples, with her head tossed back. Beautiful as fuck even at that angle and I couldn’t even see her face. Mahogany was sexy. Sex personified.
Staring up at her did exactly what I knew it would. Within seconds, I was cumming deep inside of her. Right after, she collapsed on my chest
“Damn gorgeous,” I said through a deep breath as I raked my fingers through her curly hair.
Today she didn’t wear her hair in a long weave. She didn’t have on a pants suit. She didn’t have on a face full of makeup she didn’t need either. She was completely natural, rocking a pair of leggings and an oversized t-shirt that hung off her shoulder.
“We're never going to get anything done at this rate” she said, propping her head up on the backs of her hands, looking up at me.
“Yes we will,” I said before slapping her on the ass. “Chill.”
She giggled and bit down on her bottom lip before laying back down. Then silence filled the room and I wondered what was going through her mind. Wondered if she had any regrets. Wondered if tomorrow, I’d be hit with an ‘I can’t do this anymore’ text. That’s what I was waiting for the other night when she left. Thought she’d go home to the nigga she hated and feel guilty about the time we spent. It didn’t come though.
