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Chapter 48
KAYLA
K
ayla woke up to the sounds of reggae music coming from the jerk-chicken hut below her window. She didn't know when she had finally dozed off. The last thing she remembered hearing was a couple out in the hall, laughing near her door. She remembered glancing over at Renee's bed and finding it still empty.
She rolled over and spied the clock on the side table. It was almost ten. Renee's bed was still empty. She didn't know how she did it. Party all night, drink like a fish, then roll out the bed the next morning and start her day.
Kayla stretched her body as memories of the night before came flooding back. Her lips curled as Clayton came to mind.
She had never had a man interested in just holding her. Usually after the sex there was no moment of cuddling; instead the men she had been with broke their necks trying to get out the door. Not Clayton. He wasn't interested in sex. Instead, he had held her and kissed her with enough passion to make her feel like a beautiful and desirable woman.
However, as Kayla slipped into her clothes, doubt lurked in the corners of her mind. Was his reason for not wanting to sleep with her because he didn't find her attractive? She tried to brush that possibility aside, yet she could not help wondering if that was the case. Maybe she should have insisted that he make love to her. What man turns down sex if it's right in his face?
If he rejected her this morning she was going to cry.
Suddenly she wasn't as eager to join the others for breakfast. Yet she couldn't hide in her room forever. If Clayton was no longer interested, then at least she would know. Although being rejected by two men in one week was going to be a lot more than she could swallow.
Her thoughts suddenly shifted to Leroy. He still hadn't called her. She felt like such a fool believing that he really cared about her. She had just been another piece of ass. As stupid as she was, she had fallen for him hook, line, and sinker. Lisa was right. It was time for her to move on.
When they returned home, she intended on finding a new church and getting on with her life.
Chapter 49
RENEE
W
e were sitting at a booth laughing and having a good time when Kayla arrived.
“What's so funny?” she asked.
I glanced up at her as she neared our table. “Gir-r-rl, Nadine was telling us how frog boy kissed her like he was swatting flies with his tongue.”
Kayla giggled and lowered onto the bench, beside Nadine. “Y'all need to stop talking about that man. He really isn't all that bad.”
Nadine snorted rudely. “That's 'cause you didn't have to spend the evening with him.”
“I did have to spend part of my evening with him and I have to admit he is a little arrogant, but he does have a charm about him.”
We all whipped around and looked at her crazy ass at the same time, then after a long moment started laughing.
We were still laughing when I spotted Clayton moving forward in a strong, even pace. When he saw Kayla, he smiled and waved, and she finger-waved back. Then he moved and joined his friends at the other end of the room.
I swung to my right. “Dayum, Kayla, I hope you gave that brotha some last night.”
“Not every man's out for sex.”
Nadine snorted rudely. “Since when?”
“Since there are still a few gentlemen out there,” Kayla replied with a dreamy expression on her face. Obviously she was thinking about last night.
It was my turn to add my two cents. “Believe me, no matter what bullshit lines they send your way, they all want the same thing: some ass.”
Lisa looked appalled. “Renee, I know you don't really believe that shit.”
“Why not? It's the truth. They might act like they value your virtue and your desire not to sleep with their asses the first night, but believe me, as soon as they drop you off at the door they are leaving to sleep in somebody else's bed and that's where their asses are until you are ready to give up the goods.”
Lisa gave me a disappointed look. “Renee, you've got issues. I didn't give Michael any for an entire year.”
I cackled. “My brother-in-law was a virgin his damn self, so his ass doesn't count.”
They started laughing. As soon as they quieted down, I continued. “A man loves for a woman to take charge. He may be telling you no, but his dick is saying, hell yes. Shit, you gonna end up sleeping with his ass anyway. I believe it's better to find out what he's got to work with up front—that way you save yourself a lot of wasted time and efforts. Shit, you know I know.”
“Yes, we know,” they said in unison.
Shit, after Everton's ass I wasn't taking any more chances.
“It's obvious how Kayla's evening was. How about you, Nadine?”
“Girl, puhleeze.”
Her eyes dropped to her plate. I eyed her closely and noticed the flushed tint of her cheeks and could tell Nadine was trying to hide something.
“Come on. Give us the four-one-one,” I encouraged.
“Let's just say, RD needs to stay the hell away from me,” she replied, flipping her wrist.
I pointed my fork at her and asked, “Did you give him some?”
“Nope.”
I could tell the bitch was lying. “Yeah, right.”
“Renee, everybody ain't like you,” Nadine countered with a tart smirk.
“Shit, don't hate. Participate.” With that said, I resumed eating my breakfast before it got cold.
Kayla leaned to the side and playfully bumped her shoulder against mine. “Where were you last night?”
“Don't worry about it.”
Lisa's interest was piqued. “When did she get in?”
Kayla shrugged. “I have no idea. All I know is, when I finally drifted off to sleep your sister was nowhere to be found.”
Nadine's eyes sparkled with amusement. “I bet I know where she was.”
Kayla and Lisa looked in her direction and together they shouted, “Mandingo!”
I smiled, then wagged my arched eyebrows suggestively.
Nadine clapped her hands excitedly. “Oh, my God! You were with Solomon, weren't you?”
I dug into my food. “I ain't telling y'all heifers anything.”
“Yes, you are.” Kayla snatched my plate of food from me.
“Hey, give that back!”
She passed the plate to Lisa. “Not until you tell us.”
I slumped against the seat and faked defeat. Shit, I had been dying to tell them all morning about my evening.
“Okay, I met Solomon last night.”
They each shrieked. Even Lisa seemed intrigued. “And, what happened?” she asked, leaning into the table and smiling, looking for more information.
I collapsed onto the table. “I ain't never had that much dick in my life.”
“Hell naw!” Nadine screamed.
Kayla grabbed my arm. “Bitch, get up and give us details.”
I knew I had to make the story better than ever before. I put my elbow on the table and rested my chin in the palm of my hand, and put on a dreamy expression. “He picked me up on his moped and we rode to his neighborhoods, where he took me to an authentic Jamaican restaurant. The food was so good!”
Kayla was getting impatient. “Girl, get to the good part.” We all laughed and slapped high fives.
“He ate my coochie on the kitchen table, and when I didn't think I could come anymore, he slid in all eleven inches and fucked the shit out of me.”
“Hell naw!” Nadine screamed. “Are you serious? Eleven inches?”
I nodded. “And girrrls, he made sure I felt every inch.”
Lisa chuckled. “Only you would find a brotha with a big dick.” “Bamboo, Lisa. Renee found her big bamboo,” Nadine said with a chuckle.
“I know that's right.” I picked up a napkin from the table and began fanning it across my face. “Now I see why Stella got her groove back. Solomon made me a firm believer that Jamaica is a black woman's paradise.”
“So, does he have his own place?” Lisa asked.
I reached for my glass of water. “No, he lives with his grandmother.”
Kayla looked appalled. “You had sex in his grandmother's house?”
I simply shrugged. “She was asleep.”
Nadine practically fell out of her chair with laughter. “Oh my God! Y'all screwed with Grandma in the other room?”
Lisa and Kayla eyed me suspiciously, so I didn't bother to answer. Instead, I dropped the napkin and reached across the table and retrieved my plate.
Lisa shook her head. “I can't believe you.”
“Shit, he started it, not me.” I reached for my fork. “I didn't even get a chance to say no.”
Kayla snorted rudely. “Not that you would have.”
Memories of me leaning against the sink flashed before my eyes. “Hell naw. My coochie is wet just thinking about it.”
This time Nadine fell off the bench and farted. The three of us screamed, then got as far away from her funky ass as possible.
Chapter 50
RENEE
W
hen we finished breakfast, I returned to the room for a little private time while Kayla stopped to chat with Clayton. After my evening with Solomon, I was no longer jealous of them. As far as I was concerned, Kayla could have Clayton. Like I said before, I already found my big bamboo.
Just as I shut the door, the phone rang. I thought about ignoring it just in case it was Everton calling me again, but I was sick of running and dodging his ass. It could be important and I wouldn't even know it. I walked over to the nightstand and snatched the phone off the hook. “Yeah?”
“May I please speak to Kayla?”
My brow rose with curiosity. “May I ask who's calling?”
“Yes, a good friend.”
I sucked my teeth. “Uh-huh. This must be Reverend Leroy Brown.”
“Uh, no. You've got me confused with someone else. My name is Clarence.”
“Clarence, my ass,” I spat as I lowered onto the bed. “Reverend Brown, I know this is yo' trifling ass. You need to be ashamed of yourself.”
“Who is this?” he inquired.
“Don't worry about who the fuck this is,” I barked in the telephone. “What you need to be worrying about is me telling your pregnant wife about your latest escapade.”
“You wouldn't do that,” he said, trying to sound all bold and shit.
“The hell I won't. I love my girl and don't want to see her hurt. So I'll tell you what. You stay the fuck away from her and I won't let the church know where you spend your Wednesday afternoons.”
“Now, sister, you don't—”
“I ain't your sistah. Now, I know all about you sleeping with them Campbell twins and about you going to the motel with Bonnie only to find out she was a he, so if I was you, I wouldn't fuck with me, 'cause I play for keeps.”
He hesitated for a long moment. “So what is it that you want?”
“For you to stay the fuck away from Kayla, and I mean it. Let her have a chance to find someone who truly loves her, not the games you be playing.”
He started laughing. “You can't stop me from seeing her.”
“Oh, yes I can. Personally, I don't know what she sees in you. Now what I should be asking is what the hell she wants with you and your little shriveled-ass dick. Oh yes, I've seen the pictures.”
“Pictures?”
I giggled inwardly before continuing. “Didn't you know? See, you used to mess with Shanika Martin, who is really John-John from over on Eighth Street. Anyway, one afternoon when he, oops, I mean she, had your ass tied to the bedpost, she had her older sister Ursula in the closet, taking pictures. You should be ashamed of yourself. Does your wife know you're on the DL?”
“I'm n-not on the d-down low,” he stuttered nervously.
“That's what they all say.”
I laughed in his face and finally I heard him sigh and say, “I do love Kayla.”
“Then if you truly love her, you'll leave her alone.”
“What will I tell her?”
“The truth. You never had any intention of leaving your wife.”
“That's not true. I did. It's just hard when you have so many people looking up to you, and then Darlene got pregnant and everything changed.”
“Yeah, yeah, save that sappy-ass story for someone who cares.” I heard the knob turn so I spoke quickly. “Don't call this room again or else.” I quickly hung up the phone.
“Was that Leroy?” Kayla asked as she stepped into the room.
I glanced up to find her eyes wide with anticipation. I dropped my gaze to the floor and shook my head. “Naw, that was Everton's worrisome ass. Damn, I wish I never stepped to his ass.”
She cupped her mouth and giggled as she moved to the edge of her bed to remove her sandals. “That's what you get.”
“So,” I began as I pushed back on the bed. “How was your evening with Clayton?”
Her lips curled slightly upward. “He is a nice guy.”
“Nice? Girl, he is too fine to be just nice. What were y'all talking about just now?”
She gave a dreamy smile. “He wants to see me again tonight.”
“Damn! My girl hooked her a professional football player. Ain't that some shit!”
She gave me a dismissive wave. “Girl, it ain't like you don't meet anybody.”
“Yeah, but Solomon ain't a ballplayer. Damn, did you ask him if he had any other friends?”
“Yes, I did, and he said they ain't nothing but a bunch of hoes.”
“Shit, that's what I like.”
We both started cracking up.
“Ain't you nothing.”
“I'm happy for you, girl. Really I am.”
She leaned back on the bed and rested her weight on her elbows. “Yeah, I just wish I knew where my relationship with Leroy was going.”
“Going? Kayla, that shit has gone and died. Get over him and get on with your life.”
She sat there shaking her head. “I can't until I know for sure. You sure he didn't call?”
I couldn't believe this shit. She has a fine rich brotha sweating her fat ass and all she can think about is Reverend Brown's no-neck ass. This is crazy. “Naw, his ass didn't call, and he probably won't, so get over it.”
“Maybe you're right.” With a weary sigh, she rose from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
This trip was beginning to be a trip. I just can't believe the soap opera. Kayla would rather be with some out-of-shape preacher when she could be the wife of an NFL player, and I had met my Mandingo. What could possibly happen next?

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