August 26, 2021
Ihaven’t been able to journal because my professional life has been swarming with obligations.
I’ve had to go to at least three or four places a day, and I’m stretched thin.
Today was no exception, as I walked through my building in haste, trying to hurry to make it back to my desk for the meeting set to start in just a few minutes, when my business phone rang.
I answered as I normally do.
“Why the fuck you ignoring me?” The voice came over the speakers, and I could tell that he was saying it through gritted teeth.
“Because I don’t want to talk Psycho.”
He started screaming just as I hung up the phone. I didn’t have time to deal with him today, or any other day for that matter. Psycho was the one consequence for my bad decisions, and he’ll never let me forget it even more than a decade later.
It all started when my best friend’s aunt moved here from another state in our junior year of High School.
He kept trying to date me, but she always told me that he was crazy and that he had a bad temper.
Mind you, Psycho is his legit nickname, not one I gave him for this journal. It’s that deep with him.
For a while, I took heed of her advice. Then, when we went to college, she and I shared an apartment.
He would always come to stay with us when he was in town.
One day he came over while she wasn’t there.
We talked, and he kissed me. After that, we started texting and talking on the phone day and night.
We conversed for six months, then he broke my virginity, and we fucked for two years without anyone knowing. That was, until he found out that I was dating someone else. He pulled up to our place and showed his ass so badly that he got arrested.
That was the end of us, right? Hell no. Of course, I still slept with him after that.
They say the best dick is attached to the craziest men, and that couldn’t be truer because still to this day, there has not been a man who could fuck me the way he did.
He was the epitome of nasty, and I loved everything about it.
But the more I grew in my professional career, the more distant I got from him. I couldn’t afford to have that type of image attached to me. He would cause me to lose everything I had in a millisecond, and I worked way too hard for that to happen.
He’s always been in and out of jail since I’ve known him.
But these last four years, at the height of my career, are the longest that he’s been away.
He went to prison for shooting at someone in broad daylight.
That type of thing, I want no part of. But he didn’t understand that, and he surely wasn’t going to let me go.
He was set to be released on September 22nd, and I pray that when he gets out, he’ll find someone to take his attention off me.
The phone rang again, and it was the same number that he had just called me from.
“What Psycho?” I answered sharply.
“You mad at me because I called your dog a bullshit-ass puppy? I ain’t mean it for real. I’m sorry.” He apologized, and immediately it broke through my agitation. I silently laughed on the other end of the phone because when I say this man was crazy, I mean loco.
“Bella was not a bullshit-ass puppy, asshole. But I don’t have her anymore; she died.” I rolled my eyes at him and then took a deep breath because Bella was like my baby, and the last thing I needed was to be in my office crying about it, almost a year later.
“Damn, when I come home, I’ll get you another one.
A real one.” He said as I burst into laughter this time.
He was referring to me going to a breeder and thinking I purchased a rare teacup yorkie.
As soon as he saw her, he said, “See, this is why you have to stop doing shit because it’s Wednesday, this ain’t no teacup, this a muhfucking coffee mug. ”
He was so ready to go back to that man’s house and rob him, but I didn’t let him. Whatever Bella was, I had already laid eyes on her and loved her.
“Listen, Psycho, you have really got to stop calling me. Aside from me being busy most days, if your phone gets confiscated, I don’t need us attached to each other. Let it go.”
The silence on the line was thick. I pulled the phone away from my ear just to make sure he was still on the phone, and he was. He was just quiet.
He finally broke the silence and said. “No.”
I didn’t even debate; I just hung up the phone and blocked that number before he could call back. Then I shook the mouse on my computer and started the meeting.
His it was my turn to speak.
My schedule had me so swamped that I had forgotten my monthly standing date. His they were looking for a third partner.
While I couldn’t commit to that, we eventually exchanged numbers, and I saw them as often as our schedules allowed.
Since the first night we had sex, he has been paying every bill I have, including my lawn service. I’m fully capable of it myself, but he definitely makes sure I never have to.
When my workday was over, I went home to nap and prepare for the night ahead. There was no telling what I would get into with them, so I wanted to be well-rested for the occasion.
Once I made it to their home, I shut off my truck and got out before going up to their front door.
The housekeeper opened the door before I got close. She greeted me politely and stepped aside so I could come in. I could smell the food from the entrance of the home, and my stomach growled instantly.
I heard sizzling, and I knew that something was still being cooked.
Seeing as though the housekeeper, Ms. Kay, was in the living room.
I knew that meant Paige was on dinner duty.
The recipes of our ancestors must have lived in her heart, because she could cook her ass off.
I walked deeper into the house and went straight to the kitchen.
She was standing behind the stove as I walked around the island and went to greet her.
“Hey, beautiful,” I said as I hugged her and our lips briefly touched.
“You look pretty,” I complimented her, because she did.
Paige was fine as hell. She was a little taller than me, with a caramel skin tone.
She had a slim, thick figure and a full sleeve of tattoos that I thought contrasted so well with her feminine look.
“Thank you so do you.” She said as she slapped my ass when I turned, making me giggle and shoot her a look over my shoulder. “I started late; I’m just waiting for the rice, and I’ll be done.” She continued as she turned off a pot and then leaned against the counter.
“It’s fine. I wasn’t even expecting you to cook.” I lied as she gave me a bitch please look.
I laughed because I knew good and well that every time I came, I fully expected her to make me something. She could throw down, and as a person who can only cook a few things, I was in heaven.
I sat at the kitchen island just as I felt an arm around my waist. Instinctively, I placed my hand over it and grabbed the back of his head as he kissed my cheek.
“You look good, baby,” Buck said as he turned my head and explored my mouth.
This wasn’t a quick kiss; I had to come up for air afterward.
He was as handsome as she was pretty, and they complemented each other well.
He was a little on the lighter-skinned side, clean-cut, and he also had tattoos littering his body.
He was abnormally tall, standing at 6’9” with a fit build.
I smiled at him as we parted, and then I heard Paige turn off the stove.
We talked a bit about how her boutique was coming along, and I gave her some marketing advice while she plated our food.
Then I helped her grab everything and set it on the table.
We had dinner together and caught up on what we had missed since we last saw one another.
They were always so chill. When we finished eating, we all stood and went upstairs to their bedroom.
To be honest, I think I was more attracted to Paige than I was to Buck. And that was strange coming from a person who loves dick.
Of all the things I’ve done, I had never tried being with a woman.
Not until a couple of months ago. I have to say it changed my life.
Paige is a freak, and by the time I left their house the very first time, I began craving her touch.
So much so that they invited me to one of his out-of-state games, and instead of coming home, I stayed with them for a week straight.
We fucked day and night, and by the time I went back home, I was a lesbian extraordinaire.
In a week’s time, I had gone the distance.
Buck walked into the restroom while I undressed and went to lie in bed with Paige. She lay on top of me, cupped my face, and kissed me. Her lips were always so soft, and the feeling of them never failed to make me horny.
My hands roamed Paige’s body as hers massaged my breast.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned as she tilted my head back to give her better access to my neck.