Chapter 53 Noah
Noah
“Baby, stop crying. I can’t understand what you’re saying?”
“He—he, and I—I, and then Eric and—”
“Take a deep breath, honey, a deep breath.”
“O-okay…when, when I walked out, Eric was standing there and I—I was damn near naked, I mean I had the shirt on, but, but it wasn’t long enough and everything was showing, you know?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And at first I could tell that Eric wasn’t even sure it was me, and then his face just changed and his mouth dropped open, and he looked at Deeka and then at me and started screaming, ‘You’re fucking my mother!’ over and over again.”
“Oh, God.”
“And D-Deeka was trying to explain that it wasn’t like that; he was trying to explain that we were in love, and I was trying to hide myself, and then Eric looked at me and called me a slut!”
“No, he didn’t!”
“Yes, and Deeka went to him, and Eric shoved Deeka so hard that Deeka fell over the couch.”
“What!”
“I was screaming, and Eric was screaming that he hated me, and then he just walked out.”
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!”
“Yes, and by the time Deeka drove me back home, Eric was gone.”
“And that was two days ago?”
“Yes. I—I don’t know where my baby is, Noah! I’ve called everybody, and nobody’s seen him!”
“Maybe they’re just saying they haven’t, Geneva.”
“I really fucked up, Noah. I really fucked up!”
“Geneva, let me tell you something. You are a grown woman and you’ve earned the right to fuck and love whoever you want to, do you hear me? That boy of yours ain’t nothing but a spoiled brat!”
“But, Noah—”
“But, Noah, nothing. I gotta mind to get my ass on the plane right now and beat the black off of that boy of yours!”
“Noah, but—”
“How dare he call you those names? How dare he, Geneva!”
“I know, but—”
“I don’t care if he walked in on you fucking forty of his friends, he had no right, none at all!”
“I—I—”
“You tell him to call me when you see him. You tell him to call me collect!”
I slammed the phone down and turned over roughly in the bed. I’d relegated Zhan’s ass to the couch and didn’t know when, if ever, he’d be allowed back into our bed.
He’d cheated on me. Yes, he did. So what, it was just a kiss; that’s how it fucking starts!
When Ray-Ray went to get the water for me, I heard him squeal with laughter and then say, “Okay, boys, you can’t do it right here on my clean kitchen floor!”
I don’t even remember jumping up off the couch; I just remember being in the doorway, staring at my man and Aldo in a lovers’ embrace up against the refrigerator and, oh, yeah, I remember lifting the rolling pin off the counter and clocking Zhan right in the head with it!
After that, I left in a rage, Zhan following behind me with his pathetic apologies.
He tried to explain to me that he didn’t know what came over him. He was talking wine with Aldo and had opted for a glass of water because of the heat, and then next thing he knew, he and Aldo were tonguing each other down!
Ray-Ray and Aldo had called a number of times.
Of course they didn’t understand why I had reacted the way I had; they didn’t know that I’d changed my mind.
I explained to them the reason for my behavior and they, of course, defended Zhan by saying that his reaction had more to do with the incense than anything else.
I didn’t want to hear that shit! Hadn’t I controlled myself when Ray-Ray’s big dick was just inches from my face?