Chapter 5
Chapter five
The Angel and the Devil on My Shoulders
Teyonah
Once I made it to my bedroom and closed the door, I went straight to the story. “So, I opened the back door, and my tenant—Dominic—was outside jacking himself off like he was preparing to be the leading hero in the filthiest porn known to humankind.”
Silence met me for a beat, then Rochelle asked, “How big is he?”
“Wow.” Cadence must have been rolling her eyes on the other line. “That’s what you land on, Ro?”
“You were wondering too.”
“I was, but I wasn’t going to ask.”
“That’s your problem, Cadence. Sometimes you forget to ask the important questions.”
I jumped in, “Well. . .I would guess he is a good ten inches or more and very, very thick.”
Ro whistled.
Cadence chuckled. “I guess I’m glad Ro asked that question.”
“Damn.” Ro whistled again. “All I got for Mother’s Day was gift cards and a cake. You got a live show.”
“Oh. I received more than that.” I kicked off my shoes. “Dominic freaking got J and Oliver together, and did a huge surprise. I’m talking cleaning service came to spruce up the house, a chef was here laying out a three course meal, and my babies were in their suits—”
“What?” Cadence raised her voice. “You should have started there, Tey. That’s so romantic.”
“Naw. I like that you started with the big cock. Always lead with the big cock.” Ro chuckled. “So then he does this huge surprise for you and what did he say about it? Just that he wanted to show you love?”
“Well, he wasn’t there. When I got home it was just my babies dressed up and yelling surprise. The chef came out with a cocktail and almost gave me a heart attack.”
They both laughed.
I continued, “And I didn’t want to ruin it for J and Oliver but I was like. . .who the hell paid for all of this? I really wanted to call the police but the food smelled good, the house was so clean, and in the back of my mind I just knew. . .”
“Of course you knew Dominic would be behind it.” Cadence sighed in that knowing way of hers.
“Tey, he has a Lamborghini Huracán. That car costs at least three hundred grand. Three hundred. That’s not I’m a struggling medical student money, that’s my family is rich.
And it wasn’t leased either, I could tell by the tags. ”
Ro cut in, loud and laughing. “Mmmhmm, a man who can drop that kind of cash just to look sexy while he drives? That’s the kind of reckless big dick energy I live for.”
But Cadence kept going, her voice sharper, like she was tallying receipts in her head.
“And it’s not just the car. Did you notice his clothes?
Those sneakers he wears? Balenciaga. That black T-shirt?
Probably three hundred dollars by itself—Alexander Wang or something close.
He walks around like he’s casual, but nothing on him is under a hundred bucks.
Trust me, I know labels when I see them. That boy is not broke. Not even close.”
I swallowed.
Ro chimed in, “I am just so glad he spoiled you. My girl deserved that after this crazy week with Shitty Scott trying to ruin your world.”
“Exactly,” Cadence agreed. “You deserved this sweet surprise as well as J and Oliver. I hope you took pictures of everything.”
“You know I did.”
“And you got a picture of that big cock too? Right?” Ro followed. “Because. . .I want to see it.”
Laughing, I tugged my blouse over my head and tossed it on the chair. “Girl, I didn’t get a picture. I was standing in the doorway, holding a trash bag, and looking like a damned fool. He had been facing the dining room window so. . .I’m pretty sure he’d been watching me.”
My cheeks heated.
“Girl, of course he was jacking off to you.” Ro laughed.
“It wasn’t those damn orange trees in your backyard or the grass.
He was looking at all that ass! I bet that boy’s cock was screaming out the national anthem.
All I want to know is if you put your hand over your heart or over your pussy, when it sang. ”
I blinked. “What the hell does that even mean?”
“Please ignore her.” Cadence’s chuckle was low, but warm. “So. . .what did you say to him?”
“I said his name and then I asked him what he was doing—”
“But you already knew what he was doing. He was beating that meat,” Ro hollered. “Trying to feed the lawn with extra protein!”
Cadence exhaled hard. “Would you let her finish the story?”
I took off my pencil skirt. “We stood there for a few seconds, but it felt like minutes and then he shoved his cock in his pants and stormed off.”
“Stormed off?” Cadence’s voice lightened. “Not rushed away or. . .ran in embarrassment?”
“No. He didn’t look embarrassed at all. He looked more like. . .you better take your ass back inside landlady before I fuck you out here.” I considered his expression again.
That wasn’t the stare of a boy—it was an alpha man burning, telling me without words that I was the reason he couldn’t hold back another second.
“Oh my.” Cadence shrieked. “Do you feel safe? How are the kids?”
“Yeah, girl. Do you feel safe?” Ro chimed in, but I knew it was going to be bullshit. “Because I can put on my shoes, come through, and investigate the situation, starting right at helping Mr. Dominic with that big cock of his.”
They both chuckled.
“I am absolutely fine.” I set my skirt over the chair. “Granted. . .I’m also really turned on—”
“Then, take your ass down to that basement and get you some.”
“Ro, I can’t do that.”
“Why not? Girl, stop playing holy when God just delivered you dick-first salvation.”
“Can we leave God out of this?” Cadence’s voice threaded through the line with gentleness that always slowed my heart. “Because Tey is smart. That’s her tenant. He’s freaking 25.”
Nodding, I tossed my bra to the side and headed over to my dresser to get my pajamas.
“I’ve already got a messy life with Scott trying to financially abuse me so that I will take him back.
Let’s not forget his mistress who is practically stalking me so I won’t take him back.
Then, we have J and Oliver who haven’t been doing that well due to this big shake up in our home.
My law firm is possibly going to have a big merger which means I have to show my hard work so I don’t get cut when the deal is done.
I cannot add fucking a 25 year old med student to my dumpster fire of a life. ”
I slid open the top pajama drawer with the phone cradled to my ear.
“Alright, let’s just get this straight.” Ro’s voice was already climbing, the way it did when she was about to launch into some monologue that would end with me either laughing my ass off or questioning my morals.
“You got a man—scratch that, a fine young man—with a dick like a third arm, and he’s out there stroking it while staring at your window.
And instead of climbing down them basement stairs like a woman possessed, you over on the phone with us acting like to fuck him would break one of the Ten Commandments? ”
I snorted. “Ro—”
“No, no, don’t ‘Ro’ me.” She was in preacher mode now. I could picture her pacing her living room, long locs swinging, wine glass sloshing in her hand. “This is divine intervention, bitch. God sent Dominic to heal you. And you out here rejecting blessings.”
Cadence cut in, sighing so long it might have been the opening track to a meditation playlist. “Ro, please. God did not send that man to heal Tey. He sent him to medical school.”
I laughed so hard I had to cover the receiver.
Cadence continued, calm but sharp, “Don’t confuse being lusted after over being loved. One lasts the night; the other holds you in the morning.”
I swallowed.
“Tey, listen to me. You’re newly separated. You’re about to start a very long process of divorcing a man that I believe is a bona fide narcissist. You’re juggling kids and handling this merger at work. The last thing you need is a scandal with a tenant who’s practically a baby compared to you.”
“Twenty-five ain’t no baby,” Ro shot back. “Twenty-five is prime meat. Juicy, flexible, full of stamina. You remember stamina, Tey? Right? I know Scott doesn’t have any stamina.”
I shook my head and pulled out my silk pajama pants, sliding one leg in. “Lord, Ro.”
“Don’t ‘Lord’ me either. I’m the voice of reason here.”
Cadence chuckled softly. “If you are the voice of reason, Ro, then that is terrifying.”
I tugged the other pant leg up and grabbed the matching top.
The cool red silk kissed my skin, a small relief from the heat still simmering in my body.
“So what do I do then?” I asked. “Because y’all sound like the devil and the angel on my shoulders. One side screaming ‘ride him,’ the other whispering ‘run and hide.’”
“Ride him while you run!” Ro hollered, and I nearly stumbled with buttoning the top.
“Be serious!” I laughed.
“I am serious!” Ro’s voice was scandalized. “Girl, your ex is out here stressing you to death, trying to play you before you both get in court. Meanwhile, the universe drops a man in your lap who’s willing to spend money on a cleaning staff and chef, and you want to act like this ain’t fate?”
Cadence hummed, slow and skeptical. “Fate doesn’t pay alimony. Fate doesn’t put the kids to bed on time. Fate doesn’t cover bills when Tey loses focus at work. She doesn’t have time to play sex games with a kid.”
Sighing, I sat down on the edge of my bed.
“Listen,” Ro pressed. “You’ve been through hell, Tey.
Scott broke you down, made you doubt yourself, sucked the life out of your joy.
And yet, tonight, for the first time in a year, you laughed on the phone with me like a damned teenager sneaking out of the house.
That’s not nothing. That’s the universe saying, ‘Wake the fuck up.’ And who woke you up? Dominic. With his dick. Amen.”
I burst out laughing.
Cadence groaned. “You’re insufferable.”
“I’m honest!” Ro fired back. “Look, all I’m saying is—life is short. You think we get to be young and juicy forever? You better ride that boy’s cock while your knees still work.”