The Dirty Divorce Part 3 (19 page)

I turned to Marisol. “So, you miss me?” I asked tryin’ to kiss her again.

“So, you still fucking Trixie?”

I shook my head. “Hell no. You know I just consider her my baby’s mother. Why you trippin’?”

“I’m not tripping. I’m just asking a simple question.” Marisol stared me down before continuin’. “Your time is ticking away. Go handle your business, so you can come back and pick up your child.”

Lookin’ at Marisol’s sexy frame, my dick started to get hard. “Damn, it’s been a minute. I miss you.”

“Whatever! Bye Rich.”

Not wantin’ to push her too much before she changed her mind, I decided to leave enough well alone and roll out. As I jumped in my car and headed toward my house, it felt good not to be goin’ to my mother’s spot. Hittin’ the button for my radio, as soon as I turned to 96.3, I couldn’t believe Luther Vandross’ song,
A House is Not a Home
was on. The shit was too coincidental.

“
When I climb the stairs and turn the key ohh please be there,”
Luther sung wit’ his smooth balladeer voice.

That was my song, even though I didn’t need a bitch to make my house a home. It felt good to have my shit back, even if I was going to be there alone. As I pulled into my driveway several minutes later, all of a sudden a police car pulled up behind me.

What the fuck is this about
, I thought lookin’ through my rearview.

I wasn’t in the mood for any bullshit. Gettin’ out of my car, I waited as the short, white cop got out of his. He walked up on me wit’ so much attitude, it was kind of hilarious. You could tell he had a little man’s complex. I was givin’ him 5’6’, but he might’ve been shorter.

“Juan Sanchez?”

“Yes, little man,” I couldn’t help myself.

“Excuse me,” he responded wit’ a huge frown.

“Oh, my bad. Yes, Officer.”

He handed me an envelope. “You’ve been served,” he said, then walked back to his cruiser.

“Served…for what?” I asked as he pulled off.

Thinkin’ it was best for me to open the envelope once I got inside, I quickly opened the door and disabled the alarm, then immediately sat down the livin’ room. I couldn’t wait to see what this shit ws about.

My eyes immediately enlarged as I scanned the document. “Probate court, what the fuck?”

My dumb-ass mother-in-law was obviously tryin’ to take me to court to fight for the house. That bitch had really bumped her head if she thought she was gettin’ the piece of property that I’d worked so hard for. I couldn’t dial her number fast enough.

“I take it you got your paperwork,” was the first thing First Lady said. “I’ve been expecting your call.”

“Any other time I would’a been ready to pay you a visit for involvin’ my name in this shit, but I’ma choose the high road this time.”

She chuckled. “That’s a first.”

“Well, bitch the joke is actually on you. If you would’ve done your research you would know that your coke sniffin’ daughter was too busy usin’ drugs that she never placed the deed solely in her name once our divorce was finalized. The house was still in my mother’s name, and since I inherited my mother’s estate, the house is good as mine.”

“I don’t believe you,” she responded.

“I don’t give a damn what you believe. If you still wanna waste your money by goin’ to court, then go ahead. It’s gonna be fun watchin’ your ass lose.”

“Rich, you can’t do this! Lisa would be devastated to know that you were tryin’ to take everything back. And when the hell are you gonna send me my stuff? I still haven’t gotten anything yet!”

“I’ll send that bullshit when I get ready,” I said then hung up the phone. It felt good to get back at her wicked-ass after the way she’d treated me all these years.

Already in a good mood, I decided to call the insurance company to get an update on the status of my check. My money issues were so close to bein’ over I could taste it. Wit’ that amount of legit money, I was gonna be able to live even better than before. My first stop was gonna be the Bentley dealership.

“I gotta get me a black Bentley Coupe,” I announced then looked around the house. “I’ma throw all this shit away and get the whole house remodeled, too. I don’t want nothin’ remindin’ me of Lisa.”

Grabbin’ my phone from off the table, I dialed the 1-800 number that I’d already stored in my contacts list. After listenin’ to one of those annoyin’ ass automated machines tellin’ me to push this and that, someone finally came on the line.

“Thanks for calling Global Life. How may I help you?” the woman greeted in a soft tone.

“Hello, this is Mr. Juan Sanchez. I’m callin’ in regards to my insurance policy pay out.”

“Do you have your account number, Mr. Sanchez?”

“Yes, it’s 40710084271105.”

She typed in the information. “Okay. This policy was under Lisa Sanchez, corre”

“Yes ma’am, that’s correct. She was my wife. She passed away a few weeks ago. I’m Juan Sanchez, her beneficiary.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, sir.” I could hear her typin’ more shit into the computer. “Can you provide me with Mrs. Sanchez’s social security number and address? We need that verify the account.”

“I sure can,” I said, givin’ her the information. “So, how’s your day goin’?”

“Going good so far. How about yours?” she asked still typing.

“Mine is goin’ great.” The shit was about to be goin’ even better once she told me when my check was bein’ mailed out.

“Okay, Mr. Sanchez, I’ve pulled up the account.”

“So, I am the beneficiary on her policy correct?”

“Correct.”

A smile quickly flashed across my face. “So, I’m sure by now you all have gotten her death certificate, autopsy report or whatever else you need, so do you have any idea when my benefit payment will be mailed.”

“Well, Mr. Sanchez I’m afraid I have some bad news,” she stated.

The smile instantly disappeared. “Bad news? What are you talkin’ about, lady?”

“Mrs. Sanchez hadn’t paid the premium on this policy in almost a year, nine months to be exact, so the account is inactive.”

My heart rate began to increase. “Inactive. What the fuck do you mean inactive?”

“Sir, the policy was cancelled due to failure of payment. I see here that we have sent several cancellation notices to the address on file and have not received…”

I was so fuckin’ blown as I hung up in that bitches face. I picked up the first thing I could get my hands on, which was Lisa’s Waterford crystal elephant that was on the table. Pieces flew everywhere as I threw the three hundred dollar piece of shit she collected against the wall. Just when I thought everything was goin’ to get better for me, somethin’ always went wrong. I could see that bitch Lisa now lookin’ down on me laughin’ her ass off. I couldn’t believe she’d stopped makin’ the payments.

Mad as hell, I left out the house, jumped in my car and just started drivin’. Desperately needin’ some air or a fuckin’ drink, I found myself on the highway drivin’ wit’ no destination when my phone rang.

“Yeah,” I answered extremely irritated.

“Hey, Rich.”

“Who the hell is this?”

“It’s Honey. I guess since we haven’t talked in so long you don’t even know my voice anymore.”

“Oh, shit what’s up, Honey?” I tried my best to act excited, but she couldn’t have called a almorse time.

“I was just thinkin’ about you. I would love to see you.”

“Really, well let me just tell you now, if you lookin’ for money, then you might as well call another nigga because I’m fucked up right now.”

“Have I said anything about money? I just really wanna see you. I miss you,” she replied in a sweet manner.

“Well, if that’s the case, what are you doin’ now?”

That’s all I needed. If she was willin’ to sell me some free pussy, then I was definitely buyin’.

****

I was already on I-95, so it didn’t take me any time to get to Baltimore and head toward the Harbor. Honey already had a room at the Pier 5 Hotel. I knew her freak-ass had probably fucked already and had the room left over from another trick, but I didn’t even care. Wit’ all the tension I had built up, I needed some ass.

Once I pulled up to valet, I checked my phone under her text messages to see what the room number was again and made my way up to the 3
floor. Once I knocked on the door, Honey answered within seconds. She looked fine as shit. Her caramel brown complexion was still flawless and no longer did she look like a whore, she looked like money. She’d definitely upgraded her lingerie game and was in Gucci now instead of that cheap Frederick’s of Hollywood shit she used to wear. Her weave was long as hell and the bang gave her a new look. Everyone had always mistaken her for Meagan Good, and now she really looked like her.

“So, what’s been up, Rich,” she said, walking away from me in her six-inch heels, toward the bed.

“Life has thrown me a lot of curve balls lately. You called me at the right time because I really needed this.”

“Needed what? This good pussy.” Honey sat on the edge of the bed, exposin’ her cleanly shaved nest.

“Damn, you got some new piercings, huh?”

“Yes, and it makes me climax to no end.”

“You look different.”

“Well, there are a lot of things different about me, Rich. I had some work done. I got some new implants, but this is still my natural ass. I been doin’ squats. It’s soft see, feel it.”

Her breasts did look bigger and her ass was nice and plump. I got closer and palmed her backside.

“You seem different, too,” I said.

“The pussy just got better, that’s all. Feel it. I’m wet as shit,” she said, placin’ my hand inside of her.

As I inserted one finger, then two, she let out a soft moan.

“Rich, I missed you. Don’t stay away from me like tter, anymore. You could fuck me for free anytime you want. I’ll never forget all you did for me when times were hard.”

Were hard? Huh, the bitch must’ve come up on some money
, I thought to myself. I wondered how much.

The more she spoke, the more I moved my finger back and forth. By now, her nest was drenched.

“She’s ready,” I said, removin’ my hand.

As hard as my dick was, that let me know I was ready, too. As I took off my jeans and removed my phone from the holster, Honey already had already pushed my boxers down and placed my shit in her mouth.

“Damn, baby. Hold up,” I said, throwin’ the phone on the bed. I needed it near me just in case Marisol called about Juanita.

As Honey began her deep throat routine, my dick found its way back to that warm pocket that I missed. Her head game was on point.

“That’s right baby suck it,” I said, thrustin’ my dick toward the back of her throat.

Honey came up for air. “You like it.”

“I love it.”

As Honey placed my shaft inside her mouth, I reached down and grabbed her head. Moments later, the tinglin’ started in my toes, then made it’s way up my leg at a rapid pace. I could feel the cum at the tip of dick, right before I released all in her mouth.

From the bed to the floor, we ended up fuckin’ all over the hotel room before collapsin’ into each other’s arms a few hours later. Honey no longer was the whore that I used to trick off from the strip club. She was a potential contender for my roster. Honey obviously had her shit together and was about her paper and for her to say that she didn’t need me to pay her anymore, she’d had a come up from somewhere. For all the money she’d tricked off me over the years, she might’ve had enough money to go around now. Since I’d ran out the house without my gun, I couldn’t jack her this time, but I’d be back to collect.

It was gettin’ late. I knew I’d told Marisol I would be there to get Juanita by six, but since she wasn’t givin’ up no pussy, and I couldn’t pass up the good shit right in front of me, Juanita would have to stay a little longer. My phone continued to ring over the next few minutes. I’m sure it was Marisol blowin’ me up and cursin’ me out at the same time. When I looked up at the clock on the nightstand, and it read 9:03 p.m., I knew my name was mud. Shit, I was already three hours late, but Honey was worth Marisol beefin’ wit’ me for a couple of days.

Chapter 21
Marisol

“
Ohh shit I’m about to cum, Rich I’m about to cum.”

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Me too, baby.”

“I can’t believe this!” I yelled, playing that shit back over in my mind.

Rich had bumped his motherfucking head. When my phone rung and I saw his number I thought he was calling to ask me to keep Juanita longer followed by some type of excuse. Little did he or I know that his phone had obviously called me by mistake. I knew it. He was still fucking Trixie and I felt stupid once again for falling into his trap. Those bastards had me fucked up though if they thought my nanny was gonna babysit while they had a damn fuck fest. They were probably laying up in bed laughing at me the whole time I was calling.

“Maria! Maria!” I yelled.

“Yes, Miss Marisol,” she hurried in my room as I slipped on some shorts and a t-shirt.

I didn’t bother with my hair since I was in such a hurry, but one thing I didn’t forget was Miss Pearlie. I threw her in my Chanel Leo bag, ready to fuck something up. Looking in Juanita’s bag, I was able to get Trixie’s address off of some daycare form that she went to.

“I need to leave out for a while.”

“Is everything okay.”

“It will be. Where’s Juanita?”

“She’s in the kitchen drinking a Capri Sun with Carmen,” Maria informed.

“Good.”

After picking up her bag, I ran downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed Juanita by the collar of her shirt.

“What did she do?” Carmen asked with a surprised look.

“We not fighting, Miss Marisol,” Juanita added.

She looked scared as I ushered her toward the door without saying a word, but I didn’t care. She could blame her parents for interrupting her little play date.