SAJE
“Please… Please… don’t do it! Don’t kill him!” I jumped in front of my lover, trying to protect him from meeting his demise.
“You told me you wouldn’t sleep with him again, and now here you are, back in bed with him!”
Ezekiel cleared his throat and adjusted his tie.
Hmph. Randy, if you only knew. This is the story of my life, minus the getting caught part… I was too good at covering all my tracks for that to ever happen.
“Okay, okay, Randy. I got it. Let’s do it again.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I replied impatiently.
Thinking about Reason and his newest request had me off my ‘A’ game.
When shit started to interfere with my work, that was a problem.
I regretted ever agreeing to us getting a damn surrogate.
He went from wanting to keep our business private to wanting to meet the bitch.
For what? The stranger was probably a desperate, money hungry woman who came from nothing.
This was her come up and my nightmare. So why the fuck would I want to meet the bitch who was part of fucking my life up?
“You know what? Let’s take five,” Randy’s voice blared, disturbing my daydream.
Everyone looked in his direction as he glared at me.
“Fine,” I muttered. I threw on my robe over the television-approved negligee and made a beeline for my dressing room.
A minute later, there was a knock on my door. It could only be one person.
Ezekiel.
I didn’t answer, so he let himself in.
“Saje, you been trippin’ lately. Don’t be bringing yo’ home problems to the set. You know the deal,” he scolded, but all he got was my back to talk to.
I wasn’t trying to hear shit Ezekiel or anyone else had to say.
His footsteps were coming near me, and all I wanted to do was have a moment to myself.
“Look, no offense to you, but I need to deal with this on my own,” I told him.
Ignoring me, Ezekiel began to massage my shoulders, causing me to relax a little when all I wanted to do was fight it.
“Does this make you feel better?” He pressed deeper into my skin. “Or do you need my tongue to massage something else to make you go back out there and kill your lines?”
I gave in.
Anything that had to do with his tongue being inside me would always make me surrender.
Ezekiel came around to stand in front of me. “We got a job to do, Ife. Let your husband make that tension disappear.” His voice was low as he got back in character.
“O-ok-kay.” The word came out choppy from the anticipation he had building between my legs.
He moved my lace underwear out of his way and slid his finger inside me.
Wait, nigga. That ain’t yo’ tongue.
I cringed because I didn’t want no germ covered finger anywhere near my coochie.
I moved back, hoping he’d get the hint that I wasn’t a finger-fuckin’ type of bitch. Tongue and dick were all I craved. Ezekiel should’ve known this; we’d been fucking around long enough for him to know that.
“What you doing? Don’t you want me to taste it?”
“Yes, taste it. Not finger bang it,” was my response.
He laughed and lowered himself between my legs. Just as he lifted the silk gown, there was a loud bang on the door.
“Shit,” I cursed, mad as fuck at the interruption.
BANG! BANG!
I adjusted my gown, angrily stormed toward the door, and flung it open.
Wynn. This bitch.
“Girl, what do you want?”
She looked past me and into the room.
“Hello…” I waved my hand in front of her face. “I said, what do you want?”
“Randy is ready for y’all.” She faked a smile and rushed off.
“That lil’ bitch got one more time… one more time, and I’ma tear that ass up. She’s always coming over here with that fake shit,” I mumbled, irritated as hell.
I slammed the door closed and looked at Ezekiel, who was standing there looking at me with his hands inside his pockets.
“What?”
“You need to calm down. All that shit you got going on is making yo’ ass all uptight and shit. Saje, chill the fuck out.”
I extended my middle finger to him.
“Do that shit again, and I’ma make you fuck yourself with your own middle finger. Let’s go.” He roughly grabbed my wrist, guided me out the door, and led the way back toward one of the studios where we were filming our scene.
Saje, get it together. Don’t let the outside bullshit affect your work. Get back in that studio and show them why you’re the top soap actress in the nation.
I slowly turned onto our circular driveway and instantly regretted coming straight home after work. Reason’s mother’s old school luxury car was parked in my spot. She knew that would piss me off. Whenever we did have any interaction, she went out of her way to get under my skin.
This woman had hated my guts since she first laid eyes on me, and I still didn’t know why ’til this day. She stayed out of my way, and I stayed out of hers, but hearing her name or seeing her face still managed to make my stomach turn.
After I pulled up behind her car, I turned off the engine and just sat in silence. I already had a fucked-up day. Could this day get any worse? Once I got enough of sitting in my vehicle, I grabbed my belongings and headed inside.
“Oh, there’s your infertile wife,” Tammi’s old ass said as soon as I stepped into my home.
“Ma!” Reason’s voice rose. “Mama, I love you, but if you keep disrespecting Saje, I’ma have to ask you to leave.”
I smiled inwardly. That’s right, baby. Check your bitch of a mother.
Tammi hushed up fast, but her eyes peered into me.
I wondered if she could sense what I was doing behind her son’s back.
If she did, she didn’t say anything, and even if she did, they would never get a confession out of me.
If Reason knew how I felt about his mama, he would probably divorce my ass tonight.
But I played along like the innocent wife he thought I was.
All that did was make his mama look like a stupid bully.
If anything, this would only make Reason continue giving me the world.
She could keep on going with the insults, ’cause infertile where? This pussy and womb were definitely not out of order like her shriveled-up shit was.
“Mama came over to congratulate us, and we came up with a good idea.”
I hesitantly nodded, afraid to hear what type of ‘good idea’ they came up with.
“Yeah, and what’s that?” I said, wishing I could walk away and leave both of their asses standing there. I wanted them to keep me out of their plans.
“Since we agreed to meet the surrogate, I wanted to come up with a plan that would be beneficial for us all.”
Great! Thanks for reminding me about that shit. I really had to stop letting Reason ask me questions while he was fucking me. In those vulnerable moments, a bitch would agree to any fucking thing.
“Beneficial how?” Not really caring how shit would be beneficial. The only thing that would be beneficial to me was him letting that surrogate keep her fucking baby and Reason and me moving on with our lives. Everything else was a pain in my ass.
“It ain’t set in stone yet. Basheer is still working with the owners on getting the surrogate to agree to meeting us, but I was thinking about us having a gender reveal.
That way, we can meet the courageous woman who’s risking it all to carry our child, and we can find out if we’re having a beautiful baby girl or a handsome baby boy. What you think?”
Somebody twist my fucking skin and wake my ass up from this horrific dream. My husband was here sounding like a fucking simp.
“Reason, it’s all in her face what she thinks,” his mother added her unwanted two cents.
Bitch, shut up.
Now I wanted her out of my face. I thought I had mastered my poker face, but this heffa was seeing right through the fakeness I portrayed, and I didn’t like that.
Reason shot Tammi a look, and she went back to flipping the pages of a magazine that Reason graced the cover of.
“Saje, how do you feel about us having a gender reveal with the surrogate?”
I tried to smile, but my lips felt rigid. “Can we discuss this privately?” I asked, glancing at his mother.
I didn’t want to meet our baby, let alone the surrogate. This situation was spiraling out of control and becoming too much.
“Yeah, baby. Give me a minute.”
I took that as my sign to get the fuck away from Tammi.
Her deep stares made me uncomfortable, and I didn’t need her to figure out what was really going on.
I couldn’t escape our living room fast enough, but not before I heard Tammi say, “You better be careful, son. Open your damn eyes. I know I taught you better than this, Reason. That woman doesn’t seem too happy about your child. ”
You damn right about that, bitch, but that ain’t none of your business.
I slowed down to hear Reason’s response. The last thing I needed was him questioning anything.
“Mama, you gotta stop. Saje is happy about our baby. She’s just tired and going through her own personal battles.”
“Hmph.”
“Give her a chance. She’s going to be a great mother once she adjusts to everything.”
I smirked. Yes, husband, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Have your wife’s back.
He couldn’t be more wrong, but I was happy he was taking up for me. Once I was certain he didn’t suspect anything, I quietly walked off.
Fuck his mama, the surrogate, and that damn gender reveal.