BFF's 2 (13 page)

I stopped at my car and removed my keys from my purse. “This scene that you're causing is too weak for me, so I'm going home. If you want someone to listen to your lies, call Evelyn. She knows where you stay. I'm sure she'll be happy to stop by and keep you company.”

I unlocked the door and opened it. Keith rushed up to me and slammed the door so hard that it rattled the glass. He grabbed my arms and pushed me against the hood of the car.

“You want a bigger scene,” he said through gritted teeth and with much anger locked in his eyes. I thought he was going to strike me, but instead he unlatched his belt, unzipped his jeans, and dropped them to his ankles.

“I'll show your ass a bigger scene all right.”

Keith snatched me by the front of my jeans and lifted me. Damn near slamming me on the hood, he yanked at my zipper and attempted to unzip my jeans. I tried to force him away from me by pushing his shoulders back. He was too strong.

“You keep on bringing up that bitch Evelyn's name, but I'll show you who the fuck I want! When I tell you, you don't listen, so I need to show yo' ass the motherfucker who really excites me! Stop fighting back and allow me this one opportunity to create a scene your heart desires! I'ma do it right here, and you better not say shit!”

Keith wasn't playing. He was real rough with me, and when all was said and done, my ripped shirt hung off my shoulder, my jeans and shoes were in the dirt, and my backside was on the hood of the car. Keith was in between my legs and neither of us could catch our breaths. I had my fist tightened on the front of his shirt, grabbing it and telling him to let me go.

“Shut the fuck up. Just shut up and listen.” He took deep breaths, but his voice was calmer. His forehead dripped with sweat and it was dotted with beads of sweat. “I have been so miserable without you. Sick to my damn stomach, trying to figure out where in the hell did I go wrong. All I asked was for you to move in with me. For whatever reason, that shit set off a firestorm. You've been coming up with every excuse in the book to fight with me and that scares me. Scares the hell out of me, and if you don't want this relationship to go any further, just say so, dammit. Say so right now, and I promise you that I will move on. You know I've been hurt before, Trina. The last thing I want is to be hurt again.”

Keith didn't wait for a response. He pushed his dick inside of me and started to rock my body with his. “I love you,” he said in a whisper. “Can't you see that? What do I need to do to get you to see how much I really love you?”

A slow tear rolled down my cheek. Deep down, I knew I had been giving him a hard time. I knew that I kicked up an argument, and kept it going because I was afraid to move in with him. The last time I moved in with a man, he'd hurt me so badly. He abused me and controlled my every move. I was afraid of that happening again, but I didn't realize that this was Keith. He had been so good to me. I suspected that some of this stuff with Evelyn was done to upset me. I was sure that he hadn't had sex with her. He wasn't that kind of man. Shame on me for insisting that he was.

I reached out and wrapped my arms around his neck. Kissed him like it was going out of style. Rocked my body with his and apologized over and over again for my foolish behavior.

“I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I love you too, and I promise to never hurt you like she did. Your ex was a fool. I'm not, so whenever you're ready for me to move in with you, I will.”

Keith wet my juicy lips with his. We continued to fuck on the car, not caring who saw us on the darkened parking lot. I wrapped my legs around his back, leaned back as he sucked my titties and ground with him until I could grind no more. Hell, yeah, we put on a scene, and when I released an orgasm, you'd better believe that plenty of people who looked on heard about it.

When I received the selfie of Kayla and Cedric, I pursed my lips and tossed my phone on the couch. How foolish of her to send that crap to me, like I was supposed to jump for joy or call Cedric to see what was up. Now that I wasn't pregnant anymore, there wasn't much that he could do for me. Bryson had helped with my finances, so this thing with Kayla and Cedric really wasn't a big deal. That day, I sent Kayla a text message, congratulating her for finally coming to her damn senses. If I had some extra money, I'd have flowers delivered to her, but that trick wasn't even worth one rose.

Then there was ol' crybaby Trina. She was just as crazy as Kayla was. The more she clowned on Keith, the better my chances were at getting to him. Yeah, I was still kicking it with Bryson, but he was just my little plaything. We had fun together, and the truth was, we couldn't stop screwing each other. My first day at work, we found ourselves in the bathroom stall getting it on. Then, we went to the park for lunch and started having sex in the car. Since Libby was still on her trip, I invited him to my place. We got busy in the shower, and then took our business to Keith's house the following day. Several of their friends came over, and Bryson invited me to come over. Like always, we played cards, listened to music, and watched TV. Bryson took me upstairs to one of the guestrooms and we indulged ourselves. Keith walked in on us, too, and Lord knows I wanted to ask him to join us. But timing was everything. All I wanted was one chance. Just one opportunity to be with him. There was something about him that I couldn't allow my best friend to keep all to herself. Maybe if I suggested that the two of us do him together, maybe she'd get on board. After all, she used to be, or still is, bisexual.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon and work was almost over. I was kind of bored, especially since Bryson was out of the office and on one of the construction sites. I got up to go to the cafeteria for a soda and some chips. When I got there, I saw three black women sitting at a table gossiping. I could tell they were whispering about me, because their eyes kept shifting in my direction. I could also hear some of what they were saying. I heard words like: whore, tramp, Bryson, diseases, and white bitch. They laughed, and when I snapped my head around, fake smiles were on display. I got my snacks and walked over to the table.

“Hi, ladies,” I said with a smile. “And FYI, all of you are correct. I am a whore, I am fucking and sucking the hell out of Bryson's disease-infected dick, and he is still planning to marry the white bitch. That's after I get finished with him, so keep on paying attention. I'm sure you'll all have more to gossip about soon.”

Their mouths hung wide open. I started to walk away and couldn't believe what one of the women had the audacity to ask me.

“Did you clean up his sperm shots in the restroom? That's just nasty, and next time y'all need to get a room.”

“Next time, and trust me when I say there will be a next time, please opt to use another restroom when that one is being occupied.”

I rolled my eyes and walked off. Some women were so petty and jealous. Just like my so-called BFF's were. I guess I couldn't call them my BFF's anymore, because we had gone way beyond that. Maybe my FFF's. Fake Fucking Friends who I just didn't care about anymore. That included Trina, but I needed her “friendship” in order to accomplish some things.

When I got back to my desk, I saw that I'd missed a call from Bryson. I called him back and he quickly answered his phone.

“What's the play for today?” I teased.

“Nothing. I called to tell you that I'm working late and won't be able to come over tonight. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Awww, that's not good news. But tomorrow will just have to do. Maybe we can meet at Keith's house since the game is coming on. He has that big ol' television that you like to watch.”

“I thought about that too, but Trina will be there. I think they're trying to patch things up, so I don't want to keep getting in the way. For now, it'll have to be your place. You know Libby kind of acting up, and I don't want to put you in the middle.”

“Please don't. Confirm everything with me tomorrow.”

“Will do, Miss Sexy. Be good.”

“Never,” I said then laughed.

Bryson laughed too and then hung up. I couldn't believe that Trina had weaseled her way back in with Keith. I definitely had to call her to see what was up with that. I called her, pretending as if I didn't know they were back together.

“Trina?” I said, as she spoke in a low tone.

“What?”

“Are you okay?”

“Not really, but whatever. What's up?”

“No, the question is what's up with you? I haven't heard from you in a few days. I thought we were good.”

“We are good, Evelyn. I'm just trying to sort through some things right now.”

“Things like what? If you need to talk, I'm listening.”

“I know, but I get tired of running to you with my problems. I can't ever seem to get my footing when it comes to relationships. All this back-and-forth stuff with Keith is driving me crazy.”

“Have you spoken to him? The last time I talked to you, things were kind of sketchy.”

“They're still sketchy. We tried to reconcile. Had sex and everything. I told him I was going to move in with him, but then I found out that he's still been talking to his ex-girlfriend. She reached out to me last night. Told me everything. I am so done with men. How many chances do I have to give them to get it right?”

“Well, women have their issues too. Maybe it's just Keith. I told you before how sneaky he was, but you refused to listen. Why don't you just chill for a while, like me? Stop trying to force relationships on people who aren't ready.”

“Maybe I do need to chill for a while. This is the last motherfucker I'm going to allow to hurt me. I've got to stop trusting people so much.”

“I couldn't agree with you more. The way I see it, this is Keith's loss. You're a good person, Trina. If he didn't realize that, too bad.”

“Kayla just said the same thing. I so wish the three of us could get together and go have some fun like we used to. Do you remember when we all went to Miami Beach together? We had so much fun. I swear those were the days.”

Truthfully, I didn't have that much fun in Miami Beach with my BFF's, but if she insisted that we did, who was I to dispute it?

“Yes, those were the days. But things have changed and here we are.”

“Right. But how did we get here is the question? We used to be soooo close, and our bond was unbreakable. But look at us now.”

Sad, wasn't it? I had to admit that we did have some good times too. “Truthfully, we got here because of Kayla's selfishness and her thinking she was always better than us. I wouldn't have ever started sleeping with Cedric, if Kayla wouldn't have treated me like a nobody. As for us, we've had our issues too. But you already know how much I care about our friendship. It means a lot to me.”

“You say that, Evelyn, but sometimes your actions don't show it. Where Kayla is concerned, no matter what, you never should have been sleeping with her husband. She may have been selfish, but that wasn't a reason for you to open your legs and get pregnant by Cedric.”

“There you go taking her side again. I wish we would eliminate Kayla from our conversations. What's done is done. It makes no sense to keep harping on the past. Besides, she's supposed to be real happy now. She sent me a selfie of her and Cedric, holding their divorce papers. I don't know why she went there, but I guess you may know better than I do.”

“That wasn't a bright idea, but whatever. I won't mention her name again, nor will I keep on bringing you my sob stories about Keith. I'm going away for a few days. Need some time to think, so I'm heading to an art show in L.A. this evening. I'll be gone for three days. When I get back, maybe we can hook up.”

“Sounds good. Keep your head up, girl, and don't let no man stress you. Have a good time, and we'll hook up when you get back.”

Trina and I left it there. I felt a little bad for her, but that's the way the boat rocks sometimes. Her news also had me thinking. If she wasn't going to be around for a few days, hmmmm. I sat for a few minutes, pondering. Then I got up and went into Bryson's office. I closed the door and hurried over to his desk. I'd seen several keys in his drawer, but one key had a piece of tape on it that read Keith. I assumed it was a key to his house. I searched Bryson's desk, but the only thing I came across were a bunch of pens and pencils, notepads, and a few pictures of unattractive women. I tossed the pictures in the trash, especially the one of a woman who had a pudgy stomach and a tattoo between her legs. Yucky. When I lifted a camera, that was when I saw a silver key and one with Keith's name taped to it. I tucked the keys into my pocket and hurried to get back to my desk.

Five o'clock rolled around; I couldn't wait to get home. I showered, changed clothes, then sat back on my couch. For some reason, I was a little nervous about reaching out to Keith, so I picked up a Newport and lit it. I took a puff, and then whistled smoke into the air. Took another puff and did the same. Before I knew, the cigarette was almost finished. That was when I picked up my cell phone to call him. My pussy thumped a little from the sound of his sexy yet sad voice.

“I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time, but I wanted to ask you a few questions about Bryson, if you don't mind.”

“You're timing is cool. I've been painting all day and need to take a break anyway. Shoot.”

“Well, I'm not sure if you know this or not, but Bryson and I have been getting a little close lately. I'm finding myself feeling him, a lot, but I'm also feeling someone else too. Then there's the situation with him and Libby. I was at his place one day and she showed up. She was pretty distraught, and I felt terrible for hurting her like that. Bryson seems as if he cares for her, but a part of me feels as if I'm in the way. Do you think I should back off? Or do you think I should stop seeing him altogether and direct my attention to the other person I'm feeling?”

“First, I will say this to you. Libby and my brother have been together for a long time. Eventually, he's going to settle down, and if he does, it'll probably be with her. Then again, he's so hard to figure out. He is involved with several other women too. From what he's said to me, I'm sure you already know that, right?”

“Yes, I do. That doesn't bother me, as much as this thing with Libby does. To see her so upset like that really troubled me. I wouldn't wish the pain that she's going through on my worst enemy. A big part of me feels as if I'm contributing to her pain.”

“In a sense, you are. But so are other people. If it's bothering you that much, back off. Chill for a while, and pursue the other person you're interested in. That's what I would do. At the end of the day, Bryson will be just fine.”

“I think he would be too. I know his kind all too well. Now, in reference to the other guy, he's in a tricky situation as well. The woman who he likes is confused. She really doesn't know what she wants and she's a little drama queen. I think he's just about had it with her, but I'm not so sure. He's one of the nicest men that I've ever met, and I can't stop thinking about him. All I want is one night . . . one night with him and I would want no more.”

Keith stayed silent for a moment. Then he cleared his throat. “One night to do what with him?”

“One night to have passionate sex with him. There is something in his eyes that says he wants me, but he's afraid. Afraid that what I intend to do to him will get back to his girlfriend. Thing is, it won't. My lips are sealed and I would take that secret to my grave. My question to you is, do you think I should pursue this man?”

Keith paused again. I heard his breathing increase then a sigh followed. “I don't know if he would risk losing everything for one night of passionate sex. You may have to offer him a little bit more than that.”

“I would offer him anything he wanted. I'm feeling him that much, and if he wanted more, the sex could be viewed as a jumpstart.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“I don't see any man rejecting your offer, but if the confused woman is a drama queen, shouldn't you be worried?”

“Women don't scare me. They never have. I always go for what I want, even though, sometimes, people tend to get hurt in the process. I like to deal with those situations as they come. They're always after the fact. After I've gotten what I wanted, and the other person has gotten what they wanted too.”

“So, in other words, let the chips fall where they may.”

“Exactly. Now, I'll ask again. Should I, or shouldn't I pursue him?”

Keith hesitated longer this time. “I . . . I think you should. Maybe you should go by his place tonight, around nine, and see what's up with him. If the door is unlocked, go to his bedroom where he'll probably be watching TV, since the drama queen who is causing him plenty of headaches will be out of town. Wear something real sexy to entice him and don't forget to bring condoms. You always want to stay strapped up, especially when you don't know what he's been into. I hope my advice helps, Evelyn. And let me know how everything turns out.”

“You'll know soon.”

I ended the call and hurried to call Trina, just to see where she was. She was already at the airport, waiting for her plane to depart.

“Have a safe trip,” I said. “And be sure to call me when you arrive in L.A.”