The Dirty Divorce Part 3 (12 page)

It seemed as if the past month had gone by so fast. After coming to New York so he could handle some business, we were supposed to go back to D.C. the following day. But with Javier so busy, we had yet to make it back. To be quite honest, I didn’t want to leave anyway, so it wasn’t a big issue for me. I looked at it as fate anyway, especially since I’d gotten accepted to The Fashion Institute. Now, I could really be closer to my new man.

Initially, once I found out Javier was Jade’s brother it was all about me rebelling against Rich. I knew it would burn my father up that I was with someone he forbid me to see, but once I got to know Javier over these past four weeks, I couldn’t help but fall for him. When I used to watch those dating reality shows, I laughed at all the dumb chicks falling in love so easily, so quick. It seemed impossible for them to date a guy for only a day or two and fall head over heels. However, being with Javier made me eat my own words. Not only was he fine, but his sex was off the chain. A bit freakier than I was used to, but still good.

I didn’t know how to take it at first, but now I could appreciate his good love making. Javier licked every inch of my body and sucked all the juices from my pussy which wasn’t a problem, but it was just how he did it that made my eyebrows rise sometimes. It seemed as if he was down for whatever. What really threw me for a loop was the fact that he had a piercing inserted in his dick that was supposed to stimulate the clitoris during sex. The shit was actually painful and whenever I told him, he always brushed me off. His motto was ‘pain is pleasure’ which was something I had to get used to if I wanted to be with him. Javier was different from anyone I’d ever slept with, but there was a mystery about him that I enjoyed. He kept my mind off the problems in my life and he made me feel wanted. We’d been together every day since we met and I wasn’t about to leave now.

“You still catching Z’s, babe,” I said, trying to wake Javier up.

ont>eight="0" width="48"> He’d been in such a deep, comatose sleep all morning.

I’m ready for our workout
, I thought rubbing his arms. Even though it was going on twelve o’clock, I was still geared up for our normal morning sex session.

Opening his eyes, Javier tried to smile, but immediately started coughing uncontrollably. He’d been suffering from a nagging dry cough for days now, and even though I kept telling his ass to go see a doctor, he kept beating me down saying that it was just his allergies.

“You ready for your Zyrtec, boo?”

Like I told him, there was nothing that medicine could do that I couldn’t to make him feel better. Javier just laughed at me when I said that, but I meant it. No other girl could come close to the way I fucked him.

“You ain’t ready for me?” Javier replied with a half smile. He still looked tired as hell.

“Whatever, it looks like you’re still out of it. Rest up, because you’re gonna need it.”

“Why don’t you make me something to eat? I should be ready after I get some food in my system.”

“No problem. Anything to make you feel better. Are you eating in here?”

He nodded his head. “Yeah.”

I felt his forehead. “Now, I know you’re sick because we never eat in the bedroom, Mr. Clean.”

His smile made me melt. All he had to do was let that left dimple peek out at me, and then it was all over. Trying to handle my womanly duties, I slid out of bed, then made my way downstairs to the kitchen to start preparing his lunch. Since Javier was a little under the weather, I decided to open a can of chicken noodle soup, and make a grilled cheese sandwich. Hell, I’d grown up with Lisa cooking for me, and Maria doing everything at Marisol’s house, so I didn’t know how to make but so much.

Pouring the Progresso soup inside a pot, I turned the stove on then stirred it a bit before suddenly looking around Javier’s modern style home. With an all white Italian leather sofa, snow white carpet, expensive paintings and custom window treatments, it wasn’t the average bachelor pad. After being with Nelson and a few other dudes with money, I knew what most niggas houses were supposed to look like, but Javier’s spot was out of the norm. There were no dirty socks laying around, no water spots on the bathroom mirror and definitely no dishes in the sink. Everything was spotless. When I first walked into the exposed brick loft, I instantly thought his son’s mother had helped with the décor because the place definitely had a woman’s touch. However, anytime I would ask about her or his son, Javier would become extremely touchy. Both had passed away in a car accident a few years ago, so I decided to leave that subject alone.

After preparing the sandwich, then placing the food in two of Javier’s fancy china sets, I made my way back upstairs to serve him in bed. Surprisingly, he was sitting up.

“Come over here and sit on daddy’s lap,” he flirted, then pulled back the white down comforter to xpose his extra large penis.

“Damn, I haven’t been gone that long. You’re feeling better rather quickly.”

Not needing a response, I sat the dishes down before taking off my fuchsia corset and thong set he’d bought me. I knew it was a matter of time before he couldn’t resist me in it. My breasts were purchased by Nelson last year and my ass had always been nice and plump, so the reason for his manhood being at attention was understood. Before I made me way over to sit on my man’s lap, I decided to put on some Trey Songz to set the mood.

“You missed your, baby?” I asked, climbing on top of him.

“Stop talking and let me get inside of my pussy.”

Deep down inside I knew it was wrong for me to have sex with him without a condom, but ever since Rich saw us together at the mall, Javier wanted to prove to me that we wouldn’t allow anyone to come between what we had. Not to mention, he wanted to feel all of me. Shit, I wanted to feel all of him, too. It was a decision I had yet to regret.

As I started to ride him, it took me a minute to work is big tool inside of my nest. He wasn’t the type that you could just get on and start working. I had to move the tip of his dick around the perimeter of my vagina for few seconds then ease him inside of me, before finally being able to perform.

I rotated my hips in a circular motion. “Who’s dick is this?”

“Yours, Ma,” Javier replied
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His dick kept jerking as if he was trying to hold back from busting a nut as soon as I picked up the pace. I wasn’t ready for our lovemaking to end, so I immediately got up and placed my ass in the air so he could hit it from the back. I knew that when I was on top he couldn’t handle it, but that was my favorite position.

Moments later, Javier positioned himself behind me, grabbed my ass with both hands, then dived into my wet pussy. As he pounded me from behind, he always seemed to tap the spots that made me whimper and moan.

“Ahh, Javier. Work this pussy,” I purred like a kitten.

I then pulled on my nipples as my firm breasts bounced from side to side. I knew Javier freaky-ass loved it when I pleased myself. As I began tightening my walls, trying to get him to the ultimate climax, Javier pulled out and waited a minute before he tried to enter my ass.

“Uh-uh. No, I don’t like that.”

“Yo’ come on Denie, you suppose to my girl, man. You fuckin’ up the mood.” Javier layed back on the bed like he had an attitude.

“Just because I don’t want you to fuck me in my ass, I’m messing up the mood?” When I got the silent treatment, I started to massage his dick. “Well, let me make it up to you then.”

Within seconds, I’d placed his ten –inch dick inside my mouth, then started to move my head up and down at a steady pace. That seemed to calm him down for the moment, but he still aared to be really upset.

“You like it baby?” I questioned between slurps.

As I worked hard to try and make him feel good, he seemed the least bit interested. Javier ignored me with his eyes closed as my mouth became tired. He was right…the mood had been ruined, but he was going to have to be mad because I was sticking to my guns.

“I guess you don’t like it since you’re ignoring me.”

At that moment, I stopped, laid back, and pulled the covers over my head. There was complete silence for a good fifteen minutes until Javier finally decided to speak up.

“Denie, even though we made a promise not to discuss Rich or Marisol, there’s somethin’ that’s holdin’ me back from givin’ you my all and I don’t wanna do that because I love you.”

I quickly turned over. “I don’t want you to hold back with me either, especially if it’s because of him. I hate that man. Why are you allowing him to come between what we’re trying to build?”

“It’s just a lot on my mind, Denie. My sister was all I had left, and I believe Rich killed her. I feel so lost sometimes, I just need answers. ”

When Javier started to get emotional, it made me feel sorry for him. I was weak for a man’s tears.

“Javier, I don’t know what to tell you. When Jade died I wasn’t around.”

“Yeah right, I should’ve known you would protect him.”

“No, honestly. I don’t know what I gotta do for you to believe that I have no loyalty to that dude anymore. Rich is a non-motherfucking factor and he can kiss my ass.”

“Yeah right.”

“You’re acting like my so-called father is another dude I fucked behind your back. I wouldn’t protect him. I need you to believe me.”

“Aight, aight, movin’ on. Do you think Jade was right to think Rich had somethin’ to do wit’ Carlos’ death?” Javier asked.

“She was absolutely right. Rich killed my Uncle Carlos because he found out him and Lisa were fucking. Then they covered it up so Uncle Renzo wouldn’t take everybody out.”

To redeem myself and let Javier know he could trust me, I told him all that I knew about the Carlos situation. He was shocked at the way things went down and the details, but you could tell he was also shocked that I’d confirmed Jade’s story. After selling my soul to my new man, we made love again. This time was better because it felt like it wasn’t just sex.

“I want you to have my baby, Denie.”

“Cum inside of me, baby,” I whispered.

“Ahh- Ahh. Damn, Denie, Ahhhhh.” Between my legs was filled with the liquid of love and it felt good.

As we laid in each other’s arms, within minutes I’d dozed off to sleep until suddenly being awakened by some strange dude.

“J, what’s up man, who dis?” the dark skinned guy questioned as he peered over at me like a piece of meat.

“Man, T-Roc, didn’t I tell you to call me before you came over here. This my girl, Denie,” Javier responded.

“Damn, this the same chick you been chillin’ wit’ since you came back from D.C.” The strange man looked at me again. “When you goin’ back home Ma? You movin’ in or somethin’?”

“Excuse me? Last time I checked we don’t know each other, so my business ain’t your business,” I snapped. “Javier, who the hell is this guy and how did he get in here?”

Ignoring me, Javier got out of bed naked to grab his sweatpants and put them on.

“Yo’ come on man, time for you to give my girl some privacy. Let’s go.” Javier escorted T-Roc out of the bedroom before going downstairs.

His black-ass definitely creeped me out but, I had to act unfazed so he wouldn’t think I was scared of him.

Getting out of bed, I slipped on one of Javier’s wife beaters along with a pair of shorts I lounged around in, then went downstairs. I wanted to see what the hell they were up to. Once I realized Javier and T-Roc were in the guestroom with the music blazing, I tried to open the door, but it was locked.

“What the hell is going on?” I asked, knocking on the door.

After calling Javier’s name and knocking a couple more times the door finally swung open. Both of their eyes were bright red as the strong weed odor escaped into the air. Up until now, I didn’t even know Javier smoked.

“What bitch? Damn, we tryna handle bizness and you interruptin’ us!” T-Roc yelled with an attitude.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to you bitch-ass nigga?” I yelled back.

Javier waved his arms like a referee. “Yo’, yo’ Denie, go the fuck back upstairs. I’ll be up there in a minute.”

“You betta check this nigga before I get his ass killed,” I warned.

“Yo’ bitch, you in Brooklyn. This ain’t D.C. Bitches get stitches for sendin’ death threats. I don’t give a fuck who yo’ pops is!” T-Roc said.

“Denie, go upstairs! T-Roc, fall back man,” Javier tried to intervene.

Rolling my eyes, I went back upstairs pissed off. Nelson would’ve never allowed anyone to talk to me like that. I didn’t understand why T-Roc had a problem with me when he didn’t even know who I was. The more I laid in Javier’s room waiting for him to come upstairs, the more I felt I’d made a huge mistake. I’d told him entirely too much.

Chapter 14
Lisa

As I looked around the media room I couldn’t believe my eyes. Every one of these crazy muthafuckas was in unison, signing to the top of their lungs…coned birthday hats, snotty noses and all.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Lisa, happy birthday to you. How old are you? How old are…”

“None of your fucking business!” I yelled then threw down the stupid Happy Birthday hat that one of the nurses had forced everyone to wear.

I wasn’t turning three years old, and there was nothing happy about this fucking day. Suddenly, several of the patients started blowing their party horns like it was fucking New Year’s Eve. They didn’t seem the least bit phased by my outburst.

“Yeah!” the other patients cheered and clapped their hands.

They became even more hyped once they saw another nurse cutting the ugly-ass sheet cake the hospital had obviously bought from some grocery store. There had to be a way for me to get out of this Godforsaken place. These people really were crazy if they thought I belonged here.