7. Alisha #2
The words hung in the air even saying them made my chest tighten. Because once you say something out loud it stops being just a thought. It starts feeling real.
“Damn Alisha that’s fucked up if he is. These niggas wouldn’t know a good woman if she slapped they ass in the face.”
“I mean maybe I’m thinking too much into it.” I replied.
“Nah, boo you ain’t thinking too much about shit! It’s called a woman’s intuition. You know your husband and you know when some shit ain’t right. The real question is once you find out the truth, what you gone do about it?”
“I’m going to leave his dog ass! When I said I do, I took those vows seriously. I’m not about to be out here looking stupid for no nigga!” I snapped.
“I know that’s right, well if you need me to go into detective mode let me know. One thing about me is if it's some shady shit going on in Detroit, I’m gone find out!” Nia joked.
“You're so crazy, but I’m good for now. What’s done in the dark always comes to light.” I let her know while packing up to go home.
“Ok just let me know if you need me. I am exhausted. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Right, I’m right behind you the holiday is Monday and you know we are going to be busy as hell.” I let her know before setting the alarm and walking out.
Deuce texted me and let me know that he was picking up Brittany from daycare and that he would meet me at home. I was happy because Lord knows I was tired.
When I walked through the door Deuce and Brittany were sitting at the kitchen table eating Chik Fil A. I’m glad he picked up dinner too because I had no clue what we were having for dinner.
“Mommy daddy brought us Chik Fila.” Brittany screamed excitedly.
“I see, that makes three times this week. Mommy gotta do better and start cooking more healthy meals.” I joked.
She didn’t like that response at all. She continued eating her food while Deuce was watching my every move. I don’t know if it was creepy or if I liked it.
“Why you keep watching my every move like that creep?” I laughed.
“I can’t admire my beautiful wife.” He smiled.
“Deuce what do you want?” I asked while rolling my eyes.
“Damn a brother can’t look at his wife without being called creepy and he can’t give a compliment without wanting something?” Deuce asked.
“Not my husband.” I joked.
For a second it felt like old times back when we were genuinely happy.
But then his damn phone started ringing and he looked at it and silenced it.
Whoever it was called back again, and he did the same thing.
My antennas went up; Deuce always answered his phone.
Now all of a sudden, he wants to silence some shit.
“Brittany, are you done eating?” I asked.
“Yes, mommy I full.” She responded.
I knew she was because she was just picking over her food. Deuce continued eating like he was innocent. I’m tired of the bullshit! I shouldn’t have to sit up and wonder what my husband was doing and why his phone kept ringing.
“Brittany, go wash your hands baby and then go to your room and watch a movie before bed.”
“Ok daddy, can you come watch a movie with me?” She pleaded.
“Daddy will be in there in a minute mommy needs to talk to him.” I answered, for him.
Deuce gave me that here comes the bullshit look, but I didn’t give a damn.
My phone don’t even ring unless it’s Grandma Loraine or Shante.
Which wasn’t much lately because Shante don’t even call and Grandma Loraine doesn’t like talking on the phone.
I wasn’t out here entertaining another man.
I watched Brittany until she disappeared into her room and then focused my attention on Deuce.
“So, who keeps calling your phone? And don’t give me that bullshit about it was business because you would have answered it.” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Alisha I’m a grown ass man, if I don’t want to answer the phone that I pay for I don’t have to. Sometimes I think you forgot who wears the pants in this house. I’m not doing shit, but what a husband is supposed to do and that’s take care of his family.”
He sounded like a guilty ass nigga who was on bullshit if you ask me. I just asked him a simple question then he tried to act like he ran shit. Yeah, he might be the man but I’m his fucking wife. If I asked who was calling, I expected an answer.
“Who was calling your phone?” I asked again.
“I said nobody.”
“Deuce, stop playing with me! It was somebody!” I snapped.
“Why are you trying to pick an argument? I know what you need.” Deuce said before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards our room.
I tried to snatch my hand away, but he had such a tight grip that I couldn’t get away.
We made it to the room, and he closed and locked the door, before I could even fuss his lips were kissing mine.
While he was kissing my lips he unbuttoned my shirt.
He was turning me on so bad that I forgot what the hell I was mad at.
He picked me up with no problem and took me to the bed and laid me down. He pulled off my leggings and underwear and found his way to his favorite spot between my legs. He opened my legs as far as they could go and dived in.
“Oh my God Deuce.” I moaned.
“Damn you taste good.”
I swear to God this man was eating my pussy like it was his last meal. I tried to get away so I could gather myself, but he had a death grip on my legs, so I had no choice but to take the tongue lashing he was giving me. I was moaning so loud I knew Brittany heard me.
“Oh shit, I’m bout to cum baby!” I moaned.
“Cum then beautiful.”
On demand I exploded, and he licked up every last drop. Before I could recoup he spread my legs and entered me with on swift motion, I gasped because Deuce was well endowed. He started stroking me slowly while looking into my eyes.
“You about to give me another baby I’m about to cum all up in my pussy. Mmmm you feel so good baby. That’s why you been having attitude you just needed some of daddy’s dick.” He whispered in my ear while still stroking me.
“Yes daddy, I’ll give you another baby. Ohhh shit Deuce that’s my spot.”
“I know, you see how wet my pussy get for me? I’m bout to cum baby.” He moaned.
I know after this I’m going to be pregnant because this fool didn’t pull out until he was done. I laid there out of breath and hair sticking to my face from the sweat. He went and got a hot towel and some soap and cleaned me up and then he got in the bed and pulled me close.
“I love you Alisha. You and Brittany are everything to me and I would never do anything to jeopardize that. You gotta chill with all these accusations baby.” He let me know.
I guess he thought that good dick would make me forget about all the bullshit he been doing.
I’m not going to sit up here and lie and say it didn’t for a minute.
But I wasn’t one of those women who got dicked down and forgot about respect.
I’m gone, let him think he smoothed some shit over, but little did he know I was on his ass.
I didn’t even respond to what he said. Instead, I got up so that I could go and get Brittany ready for bed. Plus, my legs were hurting and I needed to soak in the tub.
“Where you going?”
“I mean we do have a three-year-old that needs to get ready for bed.” I joked before grabbing my robe and walking out.
When I walked into Brittany’s room, she was already asleep.
I just pulled the covers up over her and turned off all her electronics.
I usually don’t let her get in the bed without taking a shower, but she was sleeping so peacefully that I didn’t want to bother her.
I kissed her forehead and gently closed the door.
When I walked back into the room Deuce was having a heated conversation with someone on his phone. When he saw me, he ended the call.
“I guess that was nobody.” I said before walking into the bathroom to take a shower.
I wasn’t about to keep asking his ass what’s going on. I was a firm believer that whatever is done in the dark will come to light. And when that light comes on and it’s some shady shit I’m leaving his ass point blank period, I don’t give a damn how good the dick is. I can find good dick anywhere.
I got in the shower and handled my hygiene and then got out. I rubbed my body down with some of my favorite EOS lotion. I slid my nightgown on and went and got in the bed. Deuce tried to cuddle but I told his ass to scoot back over to his side.
The next morning, I woke up and Deuce wasn’t on his side of the bed. I could hear Brittany already up and hyper. I made myself get up because I remembered that Brittany fell asleep without taking a bath. When I walked into the kitchen, she was already dressed.
“Good morning mommy, daddy told me to let you sleep and he gave me a bath and did my hair.”
Deuce was standing near the stove cutting up some fruit. When he looked up he winked at me and blew me a kiss. I rolled my eyes because his ass thought he was slick.
“You look cute baby.” I let her know before sitting at the table.
“Go grab your book bag so we can go.” Deuce said.
I looked at him surprised because usually he didn’t have time to drop her off.
Now all of a sudden, he’s making time. I don’t know why men do all the shit you be pleading and begging them to do when they think you’re mad or if they are guilty about some shit.
We said our goodbyes and they were out the door.
I grabbed a bowl of fruit and drank a protein shake and got dressed for the day. My first client was at 9 and it was already 8:30. Traffic in the morning was horrible, by the time I made it to the shop it was already busy.
By that afternoon, the shop was packed, every station full. Music blasting through the speakers while women talked over each other loud as hell. The smell of acrylic and hair products sat thick in the air while I moved between clients trying to stay focused.
My mind had been everywhere lately, between Deuce acting strange and Shante being distant, something in my spirit wouldn’t settle.