42/Danielle
It took everything I had to hold my head high when Nadine called my man out like that.
Jaycee.
I guess they’re his initials. JC Garrett, just like OJ Simpson and TK Carter, which means his first name starts with J and Chance is his middle name. No wonder I had a hard time looking up his background online.
Ain’t that a bitch.
I remembered the time I had answered that fool’s phone and the woman on the other line had asked for Jaycee. Like a dummy, I told her she had the wrong number. No wonder she got an attitude. She knew more about Chance than I did.
Danny, you’re so pathetic.
It was bad enough Chance was screwing a lesbian, but finding out he had been servicing two of them at the same damn time was enough to send my ass over the deep end.
I was so humiliated all I could do was run to the bathroom and try to hide.
When I finally came out the last thing I wanted was to discuss my problem.
And I most definitely did not feel like hearing Renee telling me, “I told you so.” I know my friends only wanted to help, but I needed to be alone to think and feel sorry for myself.
I got out of the restaurant as fast as I could, then drove around for an hour, crying my eyes out while trying to get my head together before I made it home.
My life is fucked up. Here I was with a daughter who accused the other man I loved of sleeping with her.
Then there was the man who loved me, and I dumped him.
Now I'd found another man I loved, only to discover he’d been fucking me and a lesbian couple at the same damn time.
It pissed me off because Chance would have a fit if I were fucking someone else, yet he'd been giving my dick away to two other women!
That’s what I get for playing around on Calvin. He was such a good man, and instead of appreciating what I had, I threw it away chasing something else.
Why, Lord? Why is it that I always have to have drama in my life to feel satisfied?
The longer I drove around, the angrier I got, until I was more than ready to confront Chance.
I pulled up to the house to find his SUV parked in the garage, which meant I had to leave mine in the driveway.
I slammed the door shut and walked into the house, where the smell of food hit my nose.
I stepped into the kitchen to find Chance fixing dinner.
As soon as I spotted him in front of the stove, my mouth dropped.
He was wearing nothing but a pair of Timberland boots.
He glanced over his shoulder and smiled. “Hey, baby girl. I’ve got Shake n Bake pork chops in the oven.”
I tried not to look at his tight ass as I confronted him. “Don’t play with me. I want to know who Jaycee is.”
He swung around and my eyes immediately dropped. It was hard to be mad at someone when ten inches was staring right smack at you.
I forced my eyes to his face. “Who’s Jaycee?” I repeated. I could tell he started to lie, but the expression on my face must have told him that was not a good idea.
“Baby girl, come, have a seat.”
Reluctantly, I walked over to the kitchen table. Chance sat back in the chair across from me with his legs wide open and his dick staring right at me.
“My name is Joshua Chance Garrett III. I’ve been donating to a sperm bank since college.”
My eyes snapped to his face again. Uh-uh, no, he wasn’t about to tell me another lie. “Jordan didn’t get your sperm from a sperm bank.”
“I know. I was getting to that.”
He leaned back in the chair, reached down, and stroked his meat.
Lord, help me. I started licking my lips.
“Yo, quit looking at my dick!” he scolded, but I could see humor burning at the back of his eyes.
I rolled my neck as I spoke. “If you don’t want me to look then go put some clothes on yo naked ass,” I snapped. “Now either quit stalling or get the hell outta my house.”
Chance released a heavy breath, then reached over and cupped my hand.
“I grew up with two women, one who I had always thought was my auntie until I asked my mother one day why the two of them slept in the same bed. That’s when I found out my mom was gay.
She told me she and Auntie Mamie wanted a shorty so bad.
They couldn’t afford to go to a fertility clinic so they ran an ad, looking for a disease-free donor for a small fee.
And that is how I was conceived. I grew up around my mom’s friends, mostly lesbians, who wanted to have babies.
Some of them used to joke about how fine I was and that one day I could make a lot of money helping women like them have babies.
I thought about that when I went to college and decided that it was a helluva way to fund my education. ”
I didn’t answer right away because I couldn’t get my eyes off his penis. When I finally did, I rolled my eyes. “What does that have to do with the price of tea in China?” When his brow bunched with confusion, I gave an impatient breath. “Why did you sleep with Nadine?”
Chance slid his chair closer to me. “So that she could feel like she was part of the whole conception process. I wanted both women to experience what it was like being with me so I had them share the intimacy together. It’s business, baby girl, nothing else. I swear to God I’m not lying.”
For some strange reason that explanation actually made sense to me. Or maybe it was because he was sitting so close and I saw that black snake move.
“There is nothing going on between me and either of those women. I was paid to do a job, that’s all. It’s not like I’m the first person to do something like that. It happens all the time.”
I gave him a long, skeptical look. “I never heard of it before. I just wish it had been with someone other than one of my best friends.”
“I didn’t know. I swear to you. But it doesn’t matter. I love you, boo. I don’t need no one else. Especially not a lesbian.”
I had to smile at that one.
I shook my head. “I don’t know. Nadine was pretty upset.”
He frowned. “Yo, it’s not my fault she wanted to read more into it than it really was!”
“I got the impression it was more than a job. The two of you met and screwed when Jordan wasn’t even around.”
He took my hands in his. “Baby, I was doing a job. I’m paid well to do a job.
” He gave me that sexy panty-dropping grin of his.
“She was the one paying for my services, and I wanted to make sure she got her money’s worth.
Sure, I might have hustled her into giving me a big tip, but like I said, it’s strictly business. ”
“She’s my friend and I don’t turn my back on my friends.”
I could tell he was growing tired of this discussion.
“That’s cool she’s your friend, but, remember who your man is and that I love you and plan to spend the rest of my life with yo sexy ass.
If you need me to holla at ya girl, I will.
I’ll admit I was wrong for pretending I didn’t know who she was at the restaurant, but I just didn’t want you to find out that way. ”
He was using that seductive voice of his that he knew always made me weak. I struggled for strength. There was no way I could make this easy for him.
I twisted up my mouth. “How many other times have you done this?”
“In the clinic? Dozens of times. But through an ad, this was my fourth.”
“How much did you get paid?” -
“Ten grand.”
That wasn’t anywhere near enough to end a friendship over. But it was definitely enough to go shopping.
“I used the money to put a down payment on something special for my baby girl. But I can’t tell you just yet what it is.” He held my hand and started rubbing the second to last finger on my left hand.
A wedding ring! Hell yeah, that man had put money down on a ring. I couldn’t help but feel excited at the idea.
“Well, if you’re going to be with me then you have to give that business up,” I demanded with a pout.
He smoothed an uneasy hand across his hair.
“Baby, you don’t understand. I’m too high in demand to stop.
I’ve got three new clients. How do you think I pay for my Navigator and afford to keep you looking nice?
Weren’t you happy when your man lined your pockets last week with enough to go shopping with your girls? ”
Last week he broke me off fifteen hundred dollars. Renee and I spent the weekend shopping until my feet started to hurt.
“I can’t do those types of things if I give up my job. If you still want to go to Miami next month, I have to keep my job.”
I frowned. “You sound like a gigolo.”
“Hey, and this gigolo is getting paid!” He took my hand and lowered it onto his dick. “This here is a strong, black working man!”
I snatched my hand away and he howled with laughter. I couldn’t help but join in. “You’re stupid.”
“Nah, baby, just keeping it real, but hey, if you can’t handle it, then me and the Homie are out.” He rose from the chair with his dick in his hand and made a show of getting up and moving over to the stove. “Let me get these pork chops out and then we’ll be on my way.” He then got really quiet.
Dammit, Chance had a way of twisting shit around until I was the one feeling guilty.
And Lord knows I wanted to believe that what he said about him and Nadine being just business.
She was the fool for making more of the shit than it really was.
I was embarrassed and pissed off by the way I found out, but I can’t just throw away a good thing.
He’s right. He’s a hustler and a damn good one.
I have to accept either all or nothing with him.
Chance is everything to me. I don’t want to lose him.
Do I like the idea of sharing my dick with everyone else?
Hell nah! But if it’s just a bunch of women more interested in licking pussy than getting dicked down, then why should I be trippin’?
Especially if Chance keeps my pockets fat and he does things like making me dinner butt-ass naked.
I stared at his ass and my lips curved in a smile.
Besides, he had all but admitted he plans to marry me.
He can keep doing what he do, for now. Once we’re married, I wasn’t going to have him doing that shit anymore.
The only one who would enjoy that dick would be me.
Chance studied my face. “Well, what’s it gonna be?” He sounded impatient, like, time is money or some shit. “Are we cool now?”
“Yeah, I guess. For now. Later you’re going to have to make it up to me.”
He wasn’t completely out of the water yet. It was going to take a couple of licks on my clit to get back in my good graces, and some money to get my hair and nails done.
“No doubt, baby girl. I plan on doing a whole lot of making up.” He strolled over and stopped right in front of me, then took my hand and wrapped it around The Homie. He had grown hard enough to slam a ball out of the park. “Hope you’re ready to touch them toes.”