Chapter 6 Onyx #2
As I followed Tatum to her place, I thought about how it would be when I got to a point where I wouldn’t see her or talk to her again.
It wasn’t like I was in love with her, but she was growing on me.
She didn’t nag and do too much too fast. She didn’t constantly throw hints about what she needed or wanted.
Too many women felt like the moment a man showed any kind of interest in her he was supposed to start tricking just to prove he was worthy of her.
I didn’t get that from Tatum despite her being a single mother that could use extra money.
It was the middle of the day, but as soon as Tatum and I got inside of her apartment we went at it.
Tatum’s legs were pushed all the way back damn near behind her head, and she was taking the D like a pro.
Her moans were loud, and her face was crumpled, but she wasn’t running, and her pussy was insanely wet and snug.
“Onyx! Oh my God!” she yelled loud enough for the neighbors to hear right before her vagina gripped my manhood like a vice and began to spasm uncontrollably making me groan in unison with her.
Her orgasm was so intense it had me about to come.
I could only imagine what sex with her felt like with no rubber involved.
“Got damn girl,” I sexed her harder and faster. Hell yeah, she would be hard to leave behind. Maybe I should get women flowers more often because Tatum’s pussy was so wet the sheets beneath her would definitely have to be changed.
“Fuck. You. Feel. So. Good.” I was stroking Tatum so hard and fast that her words came out choppy.
Letting my body rest on hers, I snaked my tongue into her mouth and kissed her through orgasm number two.
Her pussy gripping my dick the second time was more than I could handle, and I erupted into the condom as we came together.
“You trying to kill a nigga,” I panted before placing a quick kiss on her lips.
“I think you were the one that was just trying to drill me through the mattress.”
After standing, I removed the condom and went to flush it down the toilet.
Tatum told me she was going to wait until she walked me to the door then she was going to get in the shower.
She had a little more than an hour before she had to pick her daughter up from school.
Once I was dressed, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad of money.
Tatum’s brows bunched when I counted out $500 and handed it to her. “What’s this for?”
“Because you could have been at work taking walk-ins, but you were here with me.”
Tatum bit her bottom lip but that did nothing to conceal her bashful smile. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
I walked toward the door with her on my heels.
When I opened the door, the sight of a figure standing on the other side caught me off guard, but it didn’t take me long to recognize Ivan.
With a deep scowl on his face, he looked me up and down before glaring over my shoulder at Tatum.
When he saw that she was naked, I could have sworn I saw steam coming out of that nigga’s ears.
“This what we doing now? Where is my daughter? And what the fuck is this nigga doing here?”
“I swear to God on everything I love you better not come over here on that bullshit, Ivan. If I get put out of this apartment because you’re over here starting shit, I won’t rest until I make your life hell.
I thought we discussed yesterday that you don’t do shit for your daughter.
What I do is none of your business. If you were half a father, you’d know my daughter is in school right now. ”
Ivan gritted his teeth together and flicked the tip of his nose. “Every time I look up, I see your face now. I’m really starting to think you’re fucking with me on purpose.”
Tatum stood between us. She was facing Ivan, so her back was to me.
“Why would I be doing it on purpose? You know me?” I asked playing dumb.
Ivan glared at me, and Tatum looked over her shoulder at me.
I could tell by her slightly parted lips that she was shocked.
I was waiting patiently to see what Ivan would say next.
All I needed was for him to incriminate himself, and I was on his ass.
I could tell he wanted to say something, but he knew what I was trying to do.
“Ivan, can you leave please? I don’t have time for this. I need to take a shower, so I can pick Angel up from school.”
Ivan’s fists clenched at his sides as he glowered at Tatum. He was dividing hate filled glares between the two of us. “But you act like you work damn near nonstop to take care of her. Looks to me like you use the time she’s at school to be a hoe.”
I didn’t like Ivan anyway, and all I was looking for was an excuse to knock him out. “I don’t think the name calling is necessary,” I stated calmly.
“Nigga, fuck you! This my baby mama. I been slutted her ass out. I’ve had that pussy and mouth in all the ways it could be had.”
“Do you want me to call the police?!” Tatum screeched. “Don’t you have a girlfriend? Do I bother you?! If it wasn’t for the fact that I had a child by you I wouldn’t even admit to having ever dealt with your lame ass.”
“Bitc?“
The word wasn’t even out of his mouth fully before I had made my way around Tatum and punched him in the face.
“Noooooo,” I could hear the panic in Tatum’s voice as I hit him a second time.
I had to remember where I was and that I didn’t want to be the cause of her being put out of her apartment. After the third hit, I stepped back. His pussy ass hadn’t even hit me once. I was making the effort to end the dispute, but if he came at me all bets were off.
“You a pussy ass nigga,” Ivan spat.
“I’m a pussy?” I chuckled. “Says the nigga that had to sneak me from the back. Y’all had to come at one nigga four deep. But I’m the pussy? Yeah, okay.” I was heated because I couldn’t do more.
I could feel Tatum’s glare on me, but I wasn’t taking my eyes off Ivan for a second.
“I didn’t touch you, bitch,” Ivan was livid. “I watched as my lil’ niggas ran your pockets.”
“You won’t even admit to your part in the shit. Even after you did them dirty and didn’t split the money with them.”
Panic flickered in Ivan’s eyes. I was sure he wanted to know who had been talking and how much I knew. Mont’s ass was still missing never to be found.
“What are y’all talking about?” Tatum’s head whipped from me to Ivan.
“My niggas robbed this pussy at the corner store a few weeks back. Now, every time I look up, he’s at the club or something watching me. Like he’s supposed to intimidate me or some shit.”
“You and your flunkies robbed me nigga. Be a man and stand on your shit.”
“I’m calling the police right now,” Tatum announced in an effort to diffuse the situation.
Ivan could talk all he wanted to. I knew he didn’t want it with me and that was the reason why even as mad as he was, he left. The moment he was gone, Tatum stood in front of me. “The hell was that about?”
There was no need to lie. The cat was out of the bag.
“I was only in town to visit my father a few weeks back. I stopped by the gas station and four niggas robbed me. I got word that the niggas were Ivan and his flunkies. He robbed me because he owes the plug. He’s the business that I’m in town handling. ”
Tatum’s jaw slacked. “Are you serious right now? Did you know I was his baby mama when you approached me?” I could see the fear in her eyes. One wrong word from me, and I could tell it was over.
I could have lied. I should have lied. I didn’t want to hurt her so mentally; I went back and forth on what to admit. Unfortunately, I didn’t have to answer because my hesitation to speak told Tatum everything that she needed to know.
“Wow,” she chuckled angrily and took a step back. “So, this was all a lie? You involved me in this petty ass bullshit. You lied and played games with me from day one to what? Get information from me? What?”
“I’ve never asked you any details about that man. I wasn’t trying to use you to get information on him.”
“You just wanted to piss him off? You took me out, bought flowers, had sex with me.” At the realization that we’d had sex, Tatum’s eyes narrowed, and her chest heaved up and down. “Get out. Get the fuck out right now.”
Running a hand over my waves I pushed out a sigh. “Tatum, please understand me when I say this. The plan was just to get underneath his skin. Nothing major. And if I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t have gone through with it.”
“I’m so damn stupid,” she shook her head. “Dumb and stupid. I actually for half a second thought you might be a decent guy. Joke’s on me.”
“Tatum,”
“Get out!”
When her voice cracked, I knew she meant business.
She was about to cry, and Tatum had a look in her eyes like she was ready to black out on my ass.
I was going to leave well enough alone. I’d been caught red handed.
Ivan had admitted that his friends robbed me.
That made any guilt I had about killing Mont dissipate.
If he wasn’t lucky, Ivan’s ass was going to be next.
There were more things that I wanted to say to Tatum, but I knew she was pissed and needed to cool down. There was a good chance that she’d never forgive my ass. But I had managed to hit Ivan not one but three times. Shit, I wasn’t too upset at how the day had gone.