Hell House (23 page)

“Why don't you stop playin' and just chill?” I said. “I don't know why you're upset with me and you're the one who left Dwayne for dead, not me.”

“I'm not playin', Jada! My damn pressure is up because of yo bullshit, and I'm not goin' back to jail for nobody!”

“I said I'm sorry. You don't have to keep yellin' at me, and I'm the last person who wants you to go back to jail.”

Near tears because I was so sick and tired of arguing with this man, I got up to look in the mirror. I could see Kiley coming up from behind me, but when I opened my mouth to speak, he got angry.

“Didn't I tell you not to say another goddamn word to me?” he yelled and yanked my pants and silk panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and knowing what was in store for me, I pulled my shirt over my head. Minutes later, I stood naked, and once Kiley's shirt was off, he backed me up to the wall and squeezed on my right, healthy breast so hard that it hurt. I didn't say a word, because he reversed hurt with pleasure. His mouth covered my breast and his tongue went to work on my nipple, circling it. I was so hot and bothered that I lowered my hands to unbutton and unzip his sagging jeans. They were barely hanging onto his ass, so I reached my hand down inside of them, just to get a feel of his tight, muscular ass that was smooth, but solid as a rock like his chest was. He lifted one of my legs, securing it with his strong arm. While still against the wall, he then lifted me up so high that my pussy met up with his face. My thighs were balanced on his shoulders, and being in this position plenty of times before, I felt safe and secured.

“Suck me good, Kiley,” I ordered while preparing myself for what was next to come. His tongue dipped far into me and his entire mouth covered my hole as he sucked it. I immediately curled my toes to try and shake the intense feeling his fierce tongue delivered. I also rubbed his baldhead and cried out for him to give me more.

“Get it, baby. Get it good and don't let me down until my cherry burst into yo mouth.”

Kiley barely responded to my dirty talk, but he damn sure appreciated it. “You are so fuckin' fine when you're angry like this,” I said. “You be tearin' this pussy up! Hurry up and do your thing, so you can put that big dick inside of me.”

I didn't care that Kiley had always been rough with me, and after I squirted his mouth with my excitement, he directed his pipe into me and kept his rhythm at a mediocre pace. It wasn't long before his pace increased and that was when he took a big girl like me into his arms and moved me inches away from the wall. While holding me up, he slapped his sweaty, naked body against mine and fucked me like it was going out of style. I could barely hang on and my body weakened with each hard thrust. My insides felt overly satisfied, and all I could do was throw my arms around his neck and tighten them. I begged for his love, and for our relationship that felt destined at times, yet so traumatic at others.

“I love you so much, boo. Just tell me what I need to do to get you to come back to me. You do still love me, don't you? Just…just tell me you still love me and that we still got a chance to be together. You know that bitch Anna can't please you like I can. Come home where you belong.”

The more I talked, the harder Kiley worked. It seemed as if his dick grew bigger inside of me, and I was so ready to put in overtime and show this man how much I really loved him. I lowered my legs, causing him to pull out of me. His steel was dripping wet with my heavy glaze, but I backed him up to the dresser and dropped to my knees. He aimed his dick at my mouth, and I opened wide to receive all that he was willing to give me. We worked perfect together. My mouth swallowed him like a deep, warm pussy, and it was only then that I could get Kiley to speak.

“Yeah, ma, you are so good at that shit! Work that shit, girl, and swallow that muthafucka real good.”

You'd better believe I did, and as he pulled at my hair, yanking it at times, I brought Kiley to his knees. He confessed his love for me that day, but less than two days later he was back with Anna. I told her what
had happened between us. Kiley was so upset with me that he never reached out to me again.

Still thinking about how our relationship went down, a tear slipped from the corner of my eye. I wiped it away, only because crying over Kiley just wasn't worth it anymore. Memories were all I'd had, and after the ups and many downs in our relationship, I was perfectly fine with where things stood.

Wondering where everybody else was, I got out of bed and went into the kitchen. As expected, Chase was walking around with an attitude because Jaylin had given Sylvia some of his good stuff. It was her turn to cook breakfast, and I'll be damned if she didn't put a single grape on a plate with two slices of an apple next to it.

“Is this all we're supposed to eat?” I said, looking down at the plate as I held it in my hands.

“I don't feel like cooking anything. Besides, you could stand to lose some weight. No offense, Jada, so back off this morning, okay?”

How was I not to take offense to what she'd said? I didn't even feel like arguing with her this morning—had other stuff on my mind. She was already torn up because Jaylin still hadn't paid her no attention. He hadn't said much to Sylvia either, and after showering, he came into the kitchen, grabbed an apple and the newspaper and then whistled as he headed outside. For some reason, seeing his reaction put me in a better mood.

“Damn, you around here limpin' and shit this mornin' and he didn't even speak,” I said, looking at Sylvia. “You would think that after all of the ruckus we heard last night, he'd be out here askin' you to marry him.”

She threw her hand back at me, knowing damn well that her feelings were hurt. She had that zombie look in her eyes, and I don't know why she decided to go there with him.

“Marry me?” Sylvia said. “I don't think so, Jada. It's not at all that serious.”

Chase had to add her two cents. “You can be sure that it's not, and I hope you'll be able to pick up the pieces, once all of this is over.”

“Trust me, I will,” Sylvia said, releasing a deep breath. “Now, if the two of you don't mind, I really don't wish to talk about what happened between Jaylin and me last night.”

“That's fine with me,” I said. “There's nothin' to talk about because we heard much of it. Just tell me this. Can you walk and was it really that good? I lost count after you came three times.”

Sylvia corrected me. “It was more like four or five times, and I'll say that I'm not good at faking it. I didn't have to.”

I couldn't do nothing but Dougie and high-five the nasty, trifling, stank-bitch for having that kind of sex with a man she barely knew. She had ventured and dared to go where Chase couldn't even get to. It was funny to me. Jealousy was so thick in Chase's eyes that she couldn't even roll the jealousy away.

“I guess we're not going to get anything else to eat, right?” I said to Chase.

“Nope.” She headed toward the sliding doors. “I'm goin' to work out with Roc this morning. Maybe you should, too.”

Oh, yeah, Roc. I had been giving Jaylin so much attention that I'd forgotten about Roc. The goal was to have both of them wrapped around my finger, so I followed Chase outside, while Sylvia headed to the bedroom.

As soon as I stepped on the patio, I saw Jaylin chilling back and reading the newspaper. Chase pursed her lips and marched toward the workout room, avoiding him altogether. I couldn't help but mess with him. “Hey, Jaylin,” I said from afar. “Do you got a license to carry that concealed weapon with you? You kilt a bitch last night, didn't you? You were like…get mad, bitch! Whack, whack
and you beat the shit out of her with that dick. She damaged for life and she can barely walk this mornin'.”

All his ole funny-acting self did was stare at me. His eyes shifted back to the newspaper and he turned the page without saying a word. Sylvia definitely hadn't handled her business because, had it been me in that closet with him, he'd be running around here with pep in his step and acting like a fat kid about to get some cake.

Saying nothing else to Jaylin, I put up my middle finger, hoping that he wouldn't ignore that and shove it. I moseyed off into the workout room, where Chase and Roc were running side by side on treadmills. Prince was lifting weights. He was cut in all the right places, but not like Roc was. Without a shirt on, he looked like a black stallion. His basketball shorts were barely hanging on his ass, and I wanted to be somewhere in the vicinity if they fell off.

“Good morning,” I said, making my way onto the treadmill to the left of him.

“What up?” he said, looking at me, as I tried to figure out how to start the damn thing. “Hit the green, quick-start button, baby. Then increase your speed to about thirty or forty.”

I thanked Roc for helping me. What a way to get a sister's morning going by calling me baby! I increased the speed and started to jog on the treadmill like he and Chase were. We all were hanging in there, looking good and sprinting together. Then all of a sudden, after three minutes, my legs clashed together and started to burn. My calves tightened and I could barely catch my breath. I didn't want to slow down, but I had to. But when I touched the down button, the damn thing sped up. My legs tangled and the treadmill sent my ass flying off of it. I went crashing down on the rolling belt that carried me to the end of the treadmill and dropped me to the floor. My blubber shook; I was so damn embarrassed. I pretended that I hurt myself and grabbed at my ankle.
Roc stopped his treadmill to come cater to me. Chase and Prince couldn't stop laughing.

“Whaaaaaaaaa,” Prince whined like a baby. “Damn! That shit felt like an earthquake.”

Chase covered her mouth, trying to hold back her giggles. I was too mortified to cuss those fools out. Roc had a smirk on his face, too, but he bent down next to me. “Damn, ma, what happened?”

I squeezed my ankle and even forced out a tear as if I were seriously injured. Chase and Prince ole silly selves left in a fit of laughter, shaking their heads.

“I think I twisted my ankle,” I said.

Roc took a light squeeze on it. “Can you feel that?”

I nodded. Of course I could.

“Can you stand up?”

“I think so.”

He put my arm around his shoulder, helping me peel myself from the floor. I limped on one leg while he held my waist, making sure I didn't fall.

“How does it feel?”

Referring to his dick, I didn't know yet, but I would one day find out. This was too much sexiness to ignore, but I had to get him on my team first. “It's okay, Roc. It hurts a little when I step on it, but I should be okay.”

He removed his arm from around my waist, but I still pretended to be helpless. Moments later, he swooped me up in his arms, carrying me without a sweat.

“I'mma take you to the couch so you can elevate your feet. It doesn't look swollen, and maybe all you need is some pain killers.”

To hell with the couch; take me to the bedroom. That would surely cure me, but for now, all I did was smile. Roc crossed me over the threshold of the doorway, making me feel as if it were
our wedding day. I secured my arms around his neck with a big smile plastered on my face. When we entered the living room, Jaylin was sitting on the couch, along with Chase who, yet again, got ate the hell up.

Roc carefully sat me down and then went to the kitchen to get my aspirin. “Tylenol or Advil?” he said, searching the cabinets.

“Tylenol,” I said and then rolled my eyes at Chase.

“What happened to you?” Jaylin asked. At least he cared. For now, I had him and Roc wrapped around my finger, and I loved every minute of it.

“I fell off the treadmill. I'll be okay, so no need to worry about me.”

As soon as Roc gave me the Tylenol and a glass of water, we heard someone enter through the front door. To our surprise it was Jeff. He spoke to us, and then he found the others and asked them to gather around. I wondered what was going on because Jeff looked to have something heavy on his mind. Maybe there was no fucking allowed in this house and Jaylin and Sylvia were about to get booted out. The rules mentioned nothing about intimacy, though, so I really wasn't sure why he was here.

Either way, we all spread out on the couch to listen in. Jeff scratched his head and combed back his blonde hair with his fingers.

“The time has come for someone to be voted out of Hell House. There are six of you and all six of you will decide who that person will be.”

We all looked at each other because, all along, we thought that you had to leave on your own free will. No one could be voted out of here and this really didn't make sense. I guess the same question was on everybody's mind, so we all spoke at once.

“What the fuck?” Roc said out loudly. “You didn't say all of that.”

“I'm confused,” Chase said. “Why vote?”

“Trickery,” Prince said. “This shit happens all the time.”

Jeff lifted his hands, gesturing to try and calm the noise. “O…okay, everybody, calm down. From the beginning, we told you all that there may be some twists and turns in this competition. This is one of them.”

“Well, I hope you don't decide to do a twist when it comes to uppin' the money,” I said. “If you do, be prepared for me to twist your fuckin' neck because I don't play when it comes to money.”

Many of the others agreed.

“The money situation is good,” Jeff said, clearing that up. “But in order for you all to dwindle down to one, we must do it this way. So, take a minute to think about who you all want voted out of here today.”

“Today!” Sylvia shouted. “Why today? It would be nice if you could give us a little time to think about this.”