Falling for Autumn

Chapter 1

Autumn Meshaun Woods

“Just like that, baby?” Wilson asked.

I jumped and did a little dance while clapping my hands. “You thought I was playing when I told you that I’m a beast at bowling.”

“Yeah, I think you undersold yourself. You didn’t quite describe yourself as a beast. You said you knew a little sum’n sum’n about the game. That did not speak to your skill level.”

I shrugged. “Well, I’m a humble girl. I don’t like bragging. You should know that about me now, baby.”

“Mm, I do.” He pulled me into his arms and moaned as he kissed me. “You damn sure didn’t prepare me for your skills in the bedroom. Woman, you know how to work a man over.”

“One more game and winner takes all?” I suggested.

“What’s on the table?”

“If I win, you give me a back massage tonight and all the oral that I want until I can’t take anymore. If you win, the same.”

“You actually gon’ give me head, Mesha?”

“Yes.”

“Bet,” he stated as we shook hands. He pulled me back into a hug, kissed me, and squeezed my ass. Resting his forehead against mine, Wilson whispered, “Your ass is about to be in trouble, baby. I suggest you get that neck ready.”

I giggled and pulled free just as a woman’s voice hissed, “You lying, cheating bastard!”

I spun around and frowned at a short, brown-skinned woman with a short, pixie haircut.

She was cute but really skinny and older than I was.

She was holding the hand of a little brown-skinned boy who looked a lot like Wilson.

Was this the mother of his child? But he hadn’t told me that he had a child.

“Wilson, who is this woman, and what is she talking about?” I asked.

My heart squeezed in my chest while I prayed that someone was playing a prank. Her opening sentence hadn’t boded well for me at all.

“Uhm, . . . see, it’s not what it seems, baby.” Wilson licked his top lip nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Then what is it?” I asked as the woman asked, “Oh yeah?”

“She’s just a good friend of mine.”

“Then what’s the problem?” I asked, thinking he was talking to me.

At the same time, the woman asked, “Do you grab all your good friends’ asses and kiss them like you’re snatching their tonsils from their throat, you lying ass no-good bastard?” she screamed again.

“Excuse me. What’s going on here? Wilson, who is this woman?”

“I’m his wife, bitch. Who the hell are you?”

“Wife? You’re married, Wilson?” I asked, glaring at him.

He rubbed the back of his neck, and I turned back to the woman.

“Look, I don’t have any beef with you. I’m clueless just like you are, and I’m his girlfriend of the last nine months,” I explained, stuck on the fact that she’d said she was his wife.

There was no way that could be true. I had been to Wilson’s apartment on numerous occasions and had been all through his home.

I’d spent weekends there and been there when he was out of town on business.

There was not a hint of another woman in his apartment.

I even had a key and checked his mail off and on.

I would know if there was anything out of the ordinary.

“I don’t give a damn who you are. I know what I’m not about to tolerate.

Yeah, y’all see this shit? I’m about to take this nigga for everything he’s worth.

The lying ass bastard claimed he was at work, and I found him in the bowling alley with this fat ass heffa!

What the fuck does he see in her that he doesn’t see in me?

I’m fine as hell, and this nigga wanna lie up under scruff,” she proclaimed loudly while holding up her phone.

“Eniya, put the phone away. I know you’re not on that Sociogram shit again,” Wilson whined.

“I am, and I’m showing the world what a cheating, lying, no good son-of-a-bitch you are! Up in here with this ugly ass cow, all the while you got me and your son thinking you’re on the road again. We’re waiting for you to come home, and you’re with this fat ho!”

“Listen, I’m not gonna be too many more hos and heffas,” I declared. I was so humiliated.

“Bitch, I just call ’em like I see ’em.”

My cheeks burned as I flushed with embarrassment. Aside from the fact that she was livestreaming on one of the more popular social media apps, there was a growing crowd around us. People had stopped their games to see what was going on.

“And you . . . when I finish dragging your ass, you won’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of,” the woman proclaimed, pointing her finger in Wilson’s face.

“Baby, come on. You’re doing too much. You’re jumping to conclusions, and it ain’t even like that. I told you that Mesha is just a friend of mine. Tell her, Mesha,” he pleaded, turning to face me.

I couldn’t believe that he had the audacity to ask me some shit like that. This man had held my heart in his hands for the last nine months. He had had me in every position we could think of and ones we had invented. Thankfully, I had never gone down on him.

As much as he’d wanted me to, it wasn’t something that I enjoyed with men.

I had done it twice before with past boyfriends, and because I didn’t like it, I refused to do it again.

I had only suggested it tonight because I knew that I would kick his ass again in bowling.

I had won three games so far, and we only had one more to play.

Besides, Wilson loved eating me out. He kept his face between my thighs.

“You know what, Wilson? Fuck you. If you want to sit here and lie to her by denying me, knowing that you’ll be back in my bed tomorrow if I let you, then so be it.

But I’m not lying about shit, and the fact that you not only won’t claim me, but want me to deny your ass, tells me that you’re not shit. ”

“Bitch, don’t pretend like your fat ass didn’t know he was married. Unless y’all fucking at your house all the time, I’m sure that you saw my pictures all over our house.”

I took a step closer to her and looked down on her. “You’ve got one more time to call me a bitch, and I promise you that I’m gonna whup your ass all up and down this bowling alley.”

She laughed. “Girl, please. You’re not whupping anything.”

I stepped closer to her again, and she backed up.

“I see you didn’t call me bitch again. And as it relates to knowing you two are married, I have never seen a hint of another woman in his apartment.

Hell, I have the key to it, I check his mail, and I even stay there sometimes when he heads out on the road. ”

“What apartment?” she asked, turning on Wilson.

Holding his hands out, Wilson replied, “Baby, I would never take another woman to your home.”

“I said what apartment, Wilson?” she demanded.

“The one he has at Twenty-Three Oak Hill place, apartment B,” I declared, glaring at him.

She dropped her phone and started whupping his ass. Their son started crying and begging, “Mommy, stop.”

I was over this shit. I couldn’t believe that he had done this to me or his family.

He was cowering against her blows, all the while she was screaming, “Get your ass out of here and go home now! I mean it, damn it. Think I’m playing, and I promise if you don’t drop this fat ho like a hot potato, you’ll never see your son again. ”

I had half a mind to turn around and beat her ass for constantly calling me out of my name.

But there were two problems with that: I would never fight over a man, and that was exactly what it would look like I was doing, and I didn’t want to traumatize that poor child more than he already was.

What kind of mother took their child out to see some shit like this?

I walked so close to Eniya that she barely had breathing room. She quickly pulled her phone back up to continue live streaming. Her scary ass thought social media would save her from an ass whupping. She thought that I was scared to say or do whatever I needed to do, but I wasn’t.

“You can call me a fat cow, pig, or whatever else you want to call me. But your husband has been loving this cow for the last nine months. He clearly couldn’t get enough of my pussy because he always has my fat ass sitting on his face or riding his dick.

He loves this fat ass, wet ass, juicy ass, good-tasting pussy.

Go ahead and ask him. He never washes his face or brushes his teeth after eating this fatty.

He brags about how it tastes. He ate me out in his truck before we came here.

Ask him about it. Go on . . .” I urged, waving my hand at her.

“Ask him. On second thought, don’t. I’m sure you’ve tasted it more times than you realize. ”

Eniya looked like she was going to throw up, and I wished that I could see the comments on the other side of that phone. I wondered what her viewers thought now.

Rather than getting caught up in those thoughts, I turned to walk out of the bowling alley.

I headed to the side of the building and pulled out my phone to order an Uber, which arrived five minutes later.

The Uber whisked me home in the shadows of the night in silence.

I wearily climbed the steps of my brownstone as my next-door neighbor came out of his house.

“Hey, Autumn.”

I waved.

“You good?” he asked, pausing to take a look at me.

“I am. Just tired.”

“A’ight, baby girl. Let me know if I need to put a foot on somebody’s neck or a bullet in a nigga’s head,” he teased.

I smiled and replied, “Thanks, October. But I’m good. Just need some rest.”

“A’ight, be good.”

He jogged down his steps toward his Porsche, and I disappeared inside my home.

Tired, but needing to face the inevitable, I went to my bathroom and pulled out the supplies I had purchased earlier.

And rather than doing it with Wilson in celebration of what I suspected, I sat on the toilet and peed on the stick alone, and then on the second stick.

I sat on the toilet for ten minutes before I grabbed both sticks. Silent tears dripped down my face as I cried. “Oh, God, why me?”