The Dirty Divorce Part 3 (23 page)

Trixie shook her head like she understood. “I see.”

“Oh, by the way, Rich is money hungry like you, so he’s not gonna budge for free. I’m gonna give you an extra ten thousand to throw this way in the beginning.” When Trixie looked at me like she was offended by the name I called her, I displayed a slight grin. “Sorry.”

After we were on our 5
shots of Ciroq, I went and got a bottle of Rose Moet, popped it open then poured some into champagne flutes. I walked over and handed her a glass.

“Sorry for beating your ass.” My words slurred due to me being tispy.

“It’s all good. It’s water under the bridge now. Let’s toast to new friendships and letting by gones be…be…by gones,” Trixie replied just as intoxicated.

“I’ll toast to that,” I said as we tapped glasses.

By the time we had two more glasses, now we were really drunk.

“What movies you got in here?” Trixie asked, walking into the theater room.

“I haven’t been down here in a while. This is where Rich usuay hung out. Let me see what’s in here.”

Grabbing the remote, I clicked it as the screen came down from the ceiling. Trixie was like a kid in the candy store. My theater was definitely a man cave and all around the entire room was either framed Basketball jerseys of Carlos’ favorite athletes or his favorite movies.

“Gurl, I need me some shit like this in my house,” she said in a ghetto demeanor.

“Make that shit happen with Rich and you’ll have this and then some.”

As I pressed play to see what was in the DVD player, it was a sex tape starring Pinky, Rich’s favorite porn star. I should’ve known.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry,” I said attempting to turn it off, but Trixie had other plans.

“Uh-uh. Don’t turn it off. I love me some, Pinky. Marisol loosen up some. Live a little.”

She had no idea what I was capable of and I guess I had to show her. As I let the movie play I saw that she was becoming aroused due to the constant shifting in her seat. If she was trying to maintain her composure, the shit wasn’t working. Standing up, I walked over and reclined her chair back, then started kissing her neck.

“You know I’ve been wanting you since the day you stepped foot in my shop,” Trixie whispered as I licked her earlobes.

As I made my way back to her neck I pulled her dress down just enough to expose her pierced nipples. Flicking my tongue across her breast, I placed my hand under her dress, quickly finding out that she didn’t have on any panties. When I used my index finger to play with her pussy, within seconds, Trixie moaned as if she was about to cum already. She must’ve been telling the truth about wanting me because before I could make my way inside her nest, she’d already pushed me down on the floor, pulled off my leggins and went to work. She sucked my moist pussy as if her life depended on it and surprisingly I loved every minute of it.

“Damn girl. You wanted this pussy, huh?” I asked as she began to tickle my clit with her tongue.

“You damn right,” she said, nibbling on my pink lips.

At that point, I couldn’t take it anymore. As the warm cum began to ooze out of my body, Trixie continued flick her tongue causing my body to jerk out of control. However, as soon as I got myself together, I was determined to show her who was boss.

I stumbled to my storage closet and got my bag of tricks. Before I even got back in the room I strapped the dildo on. Once I walked back into the room she was ready, fully undressed. See, little did Trixie know, me and Carlos were swingers from time to time but only when we were out of town or on vacation and I knew how to please a woman. My toy bag hadn’t been put to use in a long time but tonight was special, it was operation take Rich down night, which caused for some desperate measures. I liked men, but a little swimming in the lady pond would never hurt a girl.

I’m about to fuck her better than Rich ever could,
I thought to myself as I placed Trixie on back and plunged the dildo inside.

With each powerful thrust, I tried to bang the shit out of Trixie’s walls. When I pulled the dildo out, I made her suck it a little bit before putting it back inside of her drenched pussy. Moments later, Trixie got on top and started riding me until she finally came. She ended up cuming two more times before the night was over. A girl had to do what a girl and to do. With that bitch, Trixie under my spell, now, I was sure it was a matter of time before Rich was lured into my trap. He had no idea that I could turn out any of his bitches to get what I wanted.

****

After a few hours with Trixie, I was tired as hell. I walked her out just before Maria and the kids were due to come back and then laid on the bed. As soon as I drifted into a good sleep, my cell phone rung and woke me up.
Unknown
popped up on my screen, which wasn’t what I wanted to see. I definitely wasn’t ready for the conversation I was about to have. Lorenzo was probably done with all of my promises that I was coming to see him for months and I was sure that he was calling to see why I had yet to arrive. I decided to answer and get it over with.

“I’ll make sure I go see him after I take care of Rich so I can give him the information about Carlos he needs to be at peace,” I told myself.

There was no need to listen to the recording so I pressed 0 so I could face my father-in-law.

“Hola, Papi”

“Marisol my darling, it’s Armondo.”

I was surprised. “Hey, Armondo, how have you been?”

“Not well. Something terrible happened last night. It’s Lorenzo, he…” Armondo burst in to tears. This man was so tough, never in my life had I ever seen a weak side of him. For him to be crying I knew it only meant one thing.

“What’s wrong with Renzo? Armondo tell me what’s wrong,” I asked, praying my instinct was wrong.

“Lorenzo passed away. He had a heart attack in his cell last night. I don’t know what to do. He was like my brother.”

“Oh my goodness, he can’t be dead,” I said in disbelief.

“You need to come see me. There was something that he wanted you to know about...” the phone hung up.

Although I waited for him to call back, he never did.

There was no way to try and go back to sleep even if I tried. As my mind wondered, my guilt was overwhelming. After everything Lorenzo did for me, I could’ve visited him at least once. He deserved that. He deserved to know who’d killed his son. He deserved closure. Another Sanchez was gone. But the next one to go is the one who deserved to die.

Chapter 25
Denie

There was nothing that Ginger Ale could do to fight off this nausea that I was experiencing. It felt like I had a twenty-four hangover, but couldn’t remember the last time I had a drink. After being sick for three days straight, I was on my way to my doctor’s office in Georgetown, and couldn’t help but think about all the shit I’d heard about Javier. I prayed to God that he hadn’t given me anything that I couldn’t get rid of or T-Roc for that matter. I know my mother wondered why I’d been so distant lately, but the possibility of being HIV positive constantly consumed my mind. Needing to move on with my life, I finally decided to just get everything over with by being tested.

After arriving at the doctor’s office and checking in, I made myself comfortable in the waiting room, while catching up on the latest celebrity gossip from a
Sister 2 Sister
and
In Touch Weekly
magazine. The magazines I read also kept me ahead of the trends.

One day I’m going to have my own clothing line parading through these magazines,
I thought to myself just before my name was called.

“Hi, are you Gardenia Sanchez?” the nurse asked.

“Yes.” I threw my magazines back in my Gucci tote bag and followed the nurse through the door and into an examining room. As she started taking my vitals, the questions soon followed. I hadn’t been to the doctor in so long, I was quite embarrassed.

“Wow, Gardenia your blood pressure is low. We’ll need to take care of that right away.”

“You can call me Denie.”

“Okay Denie, what made you come in today.”

The nurse was every bit of twenty-five years old, so I really didn’t feel comfortable with telling her why I was there. All I could think of was,
suppose one day I bumped into her at a club or something
. The first time I caught her whispering, I would’ve been ready to whip her ass. As soon as she sensed my hesitation, her ass broke the ice.

“Denie I’ve seen and heard it all so please know that nothing can surprise me. Your visit is strictly confidential. Remember we’re here to help.”

She’s probably right
, I thought. “Well, I’ve throwing up for a few days now even though I haven’t even had an appetite. Then last night my legs started cramping really bad and I keep getting dizzy.”

“That sounds like you might be dehydrated. We might need to get you started on an IV. When was your last menstrual period?” she asked.

“Oh my goodness, I’ve been under so much stress that I don’t even remember.”

“You know stress causes a lot of symtoms in the body, so that might be the cause of you not feeling well. Can you think around what month it was? Stand up and let me get your weight,” she said.

Thinking back, I honestly couldn’t remember. Damn, had it been that long?

“Umm…okay so it’s the end of July and my period still hasn’t come on and I don’t think it came in June either.”

She wrote something down in my folder. “Are you using any contraceptives?”

“Sometimes.”

“When was the last time you’ve had a complete exam and a pap smear?” she continued to drill.

“It’s really been a while. Probably since I had an abortion years ago.”

“Okay. I need you to get completely undressed and put this gown on with the opening facing the front. Also I need you to fill out this paperwork. The doctor will be in soon.”

“And what’s your name?” I questioned.

“I’m Tomiko.”

“Thanks for being so nice, Tomiko.”

“No problem at all.”

My heart raced as I sat on the examination table and waited for the doctor. I tried to play Scrabble on my I-Pad to keep myself occupied, but the nervousness just wouldn’t go away. Finally, after twenty minutes slowly ticked by, the doctor came in. She was a young, black woman as well who looked fresh out of med school.

“Hello Ms. Sanchez. I’m Dr. Peyton.” She looked in my folder. “I see that your blood pressure was low, but what else brings you here today?”

“Well, I was just telling the nurse that I’ve been experiencing nausea for a while now, along with dizziness and leg cramps so I thought I would come in to see what was going on. She said it sounds like dehydration.”

“Yes, those are some symptoms, so to be on the safe side, I’m going to start you on an IV. I understand that you didn’t see your period this month and possibly last month. Is it a possibility that you might be pregnant?”

“Oh God, I hope not.”

“I’m going to order some blood work to be drawn stat as well as a urinalysis.”

“Umm. Is there anyway you can test for HIV, too?” I questioned in a low tone. The walls in doctor offices were so thin sometimes, I didn’t want anyone else to hear me.

“Yes…sure. You’ll have to sign a HIV consent form though.” Dr. Peyton seemed a bit concerned, but didn’t pry.

“Okay. Are the results gonna come back today?”

“We have the rapid OraQuick tests in this office that only takes twenty minutes for the results. However, I’m also going to send your blood work for a thorough, standard HIV test that takes twelve days.”

“Okay,” I said worried as hell.

“Denie, everything is going to be okay,” Dr. Peyton assured. “Once someone gets your blood and urine samples, I’ll have all your testing done so we can see what’s going on with you. In the meantime I want to tackle this possible dehydration so we’re gonna move you into another room and get the IV started. Are you here with someone?”

“No, I’m alone.”

“Well, would you like to call someone? It seems like you shouldn’t be going through this alone.”

“Thank you. Dr. Peyton, but I really don’t want to call anyone. I just wanna handle this on my own. My mother doesn’t even know that I’m here. But just in case something goes wrong, I put her number at the top of the form. Her name is, Marisol Sanchez.”

She nodded her head “Denie is there something else bothering you?”

“I’m just worried.” I could no longer hold it in, and started crying like a baby.

“You have to tell me what’s going on so I’m able to help you.”

“My ex passed away and I suspect that he was bi-sexual. I just want to be sure that he didn’t give me anything.”

“And that’s why you asked about the HIV test, right?”

I nodded my head.

“Denie you’re not the first young lady that has come into my office worried about something like this. Here, wipe your face,” Dr. Peyton said, handing me a tissue.

“I just want to get it over with.”

“I understand. I’ll go get Tomiko, now.”

After Dr. Peyton walked out of the room, Tomiko came back in moments later and directed me toward the bathroom. Once I gave her my urine sample, we walked back into the room to start the blood sample. The last step was the IV. As soon as that was hooked up, I instantly felt better, and drifted off to sleep within minutes. When I suddenly starting dreaming about Juan, I jumped out of my sleep.

What the hell?
I thought to myself.

It seemed so real. I hope me dreaming of my dead brother wasn’t a sign that I was starting to be like that bitch Lisa or the fact that I might be joining him soon. After an hour of being hooked up to the IV, I immediately felt better, which was a good sign. Once I got off of the table, and got dressed, I met my doctor in her office.

“Okay, Denie your test results came back and you do have a couple of things going on. First, I want to let you know that unfortunately you are HIV positive.”