Hell House (12 page)

“Let my damn hair go!” she shouted and rolled on her knees to avoid my punches to her face. That allowed me to pound the back of her head.

“This is what happens to bitches who cross me! Let this ass kickin' serve as a lesson!”

“Stop this madness,” Sylvia said, but was nowhere near us. “This crap is embarrassing.”

Jaylin and Roc took their time breaking us apart from each other. Probably because Chase's negligee had ripped and she was damn near naked. Prince was all smiles and he chanted “get her ass” the whole time. I was sure he was rooting for Chase.

Finally, Roc held Chase back by her waist and she loved every bit of it. “That's what you get, tramp,” she said, touching her lip. Yeah, it was bleeding and I had a handful of her weave in my hand.

I could barely catch my breath. Jaylin stood in front of me with his arms folded and as I tried to go around him, he pushed me back. I continued to charge toward Chase. “You didn't do nothin', did you? All you did was show yo ass, which Roc already done been up in that!” I shouted.

“Whatever, Jada,” she said. “Just so you know, I will fight your fat ass anytime, any day and anywhere. Don't think I'm no punk.”

“This is ridiculous,” Sylvia griped. “I'm never going to get any sleep.”

She left the room and Prince got up, too. “I could stand a cup of coffee or somethin'. Let me know when y'all get done in here.”

Chase asked Roc to let her go, and when he did, she went into
the closet. Hopefully to change clothes; the negligee she had on was nothing but shreds.

Jaylin and Roc looked at each other with smirks on their faces, but at the same time, shaking their heads. I didn't give a shit, but I hoped that I sent a message to everybody in here—mess with me and you will get your ass whooped.

I wasn't sure if I could go another day in this house. I was tired as ever, and after what had happened between Jaylin and me, I couldn't even look at him. Part of me was embarrassed by the entire thing. Then again, I was ashamed. I still wanted a piece of the action; even after knowing he was a good friend of Jonathan's. Pertaining to him, I seriously could not shake that man for nothing in the world. And I often found myself daydreaming about our numerous sexual escapades, in particular, one that happened in the office copy room. It was the first time we'd hooked up and it definitely wasn't the last.

Nearly everyone in the office had left that day, but as usual, I hung around to see what else I could get off my plate. I didn't mind working overtime; I was deeply in love with my boss. As his Administrative Assistant, I wanted everything to be in order. I was in the copy room making copies of several spreadsheets Jonathan needed for his meeting tomorrow. Piles of paper were stacked everywhere, and the copy machine was so loud that I couldn't hear a thing. My gray, short fuzzy skirt gripped every bit of my big butt, as well as my hips that I often swayed from side to side to get Jonathan's attention. My black silk blouse revealed a healthy part of my cleavage and my black stilettos increased my height by five inches.

With my back facing the door, I glanced at the round clock on the
wall, seeing that it was already ten minutes to six. I had hoped to be done by six-thirty, so I could get home and check out my favorite TV show. The room was kind of stuffy, and when I realized that a few beads of sweat had dotted my forehead, I reached over to the thermostat to lower the temperature. As soon as my hand touched the thermostat, I felt another set of hands on my hips. I was startled, but then again, I already knew who was behind me from the smell of his intoxicating cologne that always left me breathless. I was shocked that he had touched me in such a way, but without saying a word, I reached my hand up to rub the back of his head.

“I need you, Sylvia,” Jonathan whispered with his lips close to my ear. “I need you now.”

Without hesitating, I said three words to my best friend's husband. “Take me now.”

He slowly undid the buttons on my silk blouse, one by one. He then pulled it open, massaging my breasts together and manipulating my hard nipples. I squirmed from the feel of his hands touching me, and unable to stop this, I turned around to face him. We stared into each other's eyes, knowing that what we were about to do was wrong on so many different levels. Jonathan, however, inched my mini skirt over the curve of my hips and eased my lace panties down. I happily stepped out of them and then turned to face the copier. I bent slightly over, and displaying how flexible I was, I hiked my right leg on top of the copier so that Jonathan could have easier access to my pussy. He held my leg in place with one hand and unzipped his pants with the other. They dropped to his ankles, and it didn't take long for him to step out of his pants and shoes. He pressed his hardness against my butt, but that was only to tease me. I remained quiet as ever, but I held my breath when Jonathan dropped to his knees and began to take light licks between my legs. My pussy was staring him right in the face, and enjoying every bit of his delicate licks, his tongue searched deeper and hit a hot spot that caused my legs to buckle.

“Hold on, baby,” he said. “I need to taste a bit more of this.”

I closed my eyes and tried to focus elsewhere, but couldn't. Jonathan's thick fingers kept circling my clit, and after two more minutes of his outstanding pussy-licking performance, I was ready to spray his face with my juices. He, however, stopped in mid-action and returned to standing behind me. He aimed the chunky meat on his head right at my sopping wet slit and teased the hell out of me by rubbing it against my walls. Seconds later, he inched his way in, causing me to halt my breathing again. I squeezed my eyes, thinking that my best friend's husband's dick felt even better than I ever imagined it would. The feel was so spectacular that I bounced my ass against him to bring more pleasure. The sounds of my gushing pussy juices echoed in the tiny room, and Jonathan could hear, see and feel how excited I was to receive all that he was giving me.

“This pussy is so wet and good, baby, that I can barely stand. I want this shit to last longer; let's move over to the chair or table,” he suggested.

I hated for him to pull out of me, but when he chose to sit in the chair, I straddled him and positioned his dick to enter me again. This time, I moved at a slow pace that caused him to drop his head back and close his eyes in thought. Jonathan held my ass and pulled my cheeks far apart so his thick meat could sink further into me. We both moaned together, giving the chair a real workout. It squeaked, rolled around, and almost tilted over as I gave Jonathan the best ride that I could possibly give him. It was so obvious that in this moment, and at this time, neither of us had any regrets. None, but it didn't mean that I couldn't tell that Jonathan had something heavy on his mind. The way he kept shaking his head said so, and when he lowered his head to suck my breasts, I held his face with my hands, lifting it. I sucked his thick lips with mine and then stared into his serious, pain-filled eyes. I could now see the hurt in them and had started to regret my aggressiveness. A slow tear rolled down my cheek, but I continued to ride him.

“I had to do this, Jonathan,” I said tearfully. “Please don't hate me for betraying Dana.”

Jonathan said not one word. He rose from the chair, securing me in his strong arms. Afterward, he laid me on the floor and maneuvered his body in between my legs. I wrapped my healthy legs around him and he rubbed up and down them before entering my wetness again. He then searched into my eyes, looking for answers about his wife who was cheating on him with a much younger man.

“I've had a rough day, Sylvia. I'm hurting and I know you have the answers for me. Please, tell me. I'm begging you to tell me if Dana is cheating on me. If so, I need to know with who?” He dropped his head on my chest, but before he did, I could see his eyes fill with water.

At that point, I wasn't sure why we were doing this. It seemed as if Jonathan was using me and trying to get answers about his wife. She'd been cheating on him for a very long time, and it angered me that she could have a man as gentle and kind as Jonathan, yet not appreciate him. So confused, I pressed my hand against Jonathan's chest for him to back away from me. His limp dick slid out of me, but I could feel a flood of my juices raining down my crack. I sat up on my elbows, looking at him and not knowing what to say.

“Jonathan, I told you before that—”

“Please!” he yelled and then slumped his head again. The loud pitch of his voice caused my eyes to widen and he demanded to know the truth. “It's Lewis, isn't it? Just tell me, damn it! Is it Lewis?”

Refusing to answer, I quickly stood up and pulled down my skirt. Jonathan rushed up from the floor and reached out to embrace me. This was such a horrible situation to be in and he could see that I was about to lose it. No matter what, though, he continued to beg for answers.

“I'm begging you, Sylvia, please.” He continued to hold my trembling body. “Just tell me if it's Lewis. That's all I need is a yes or no.”

My dry mouth finally opened. I could barely speak. Jonathan did need
to know the truth. I wasn't so sure if I was willing to tell it because I knew what Dana had done to him was wrong or because I wanted him for myself. Either way, I whispered “yes” and told him that Dana had been cheating with Lewis for the past three years.

That day, Jonathan left the office distraught and he put a plan together to end his marriage. There was no doubt that I had been a key participant in the backstabbing mess before and here I was playing the same game again. I promised myself that I would never go there again. Jonathan had no idea I was in this house with Jaylin, but what if they talked and Jaylin told him how desperate I came across? This was hard. I didn't know if I could get through the next three months without finding myself in a situation like I did with him last night. Or maybe he was too drunk to remember anything. He had been drinking, so I kept my fingers crossed, hoping that he wouldn't be able to recall much about our encounter.

It was seven o'clock in the morning. The only person still asleep was Chase. Actually, I wasn't sure if she was sleep or not. Maybe pretending to be sleep because she was too embarrassed to show her face after getting her tail beat by Jada. That was a complete mess. I was upset with Jada, too, and I heard her messing around with Jaylin all night. I was glad that he'd told me that she wasn't his type. And it was good to know that I was.

Jada was in the kitchen with a scarf tied around her head, looking like Aunt Jemima. Mary J's “No More Drama” was blasting through the speakers and Jada was singing the lyrics as she cooked. She was whipping up pancake batter and had eggs, bacon, sausage and hash browns on the counter. It looked as if she was ready to throw down, so I asked if she needed some help while I prepared my coffee.

“No, I got this,” she said. “Since I messed up everybody's sleep, I'm fixin' a good breakfast this mornin'.”

“I'm sure everyone will appreciate that. Where are the fellas at anyway?”

“Did you have to ask? You know they're in that workout room, tryin' to keep those bodies lookin' good.”

“Yes, I should have known.”

Still in my pajamas, I reached for the newspaper on the counter and headed outside to read the paper and drink my coffee. From a distance, I could see Roc, Jaylin and Prince in the workout room. Good for them, I thought. I intended to do some aerobics later on to keep myself in shape.

I sat at a round table with an umbrella. As I started to read the paper, Chase came outside looking beat. She had on a pink silk robe, and I couldn't believe it when I saw a bruise underneath her eye. Did Jada do it like that? Maybe I missed it; after all, they had also been fighting in the dark. Chase sat next to me with orange juice filled to the rim of her glass.

“Morning,” she said with a somber look washed across her face.

“Good morning. Are you okay?”

“I'm absolutely fine. A little tired, but I'm going to take a long nap around noon.”

“That's good. I'm tired, too. Stayed up real late last night and I couldn't get back to sleep, especially after that fight with you and Jada.”

“Sorry about that,” she said. “But she came at me first. I was unprepared for what happened, but next time I won't be.”

“Why does there have to be a next time? Just ignore her, Chase. We women don't need to be conducting ourselves like that. You come across to me as a real lady who doesn't get down like that,” I lied. Chase was just as hood as Jada. She faked the looks of a classy woman, but it most certainly did not apply.

“I am a respectful woman, but I can be pushed to react. I'm
going to do my best to ignore Jada, especially to keep down confusion. So, on another note, how did it go with Jaylin last night? Was he everything that you thought he would be?”