Chapter 20
Solana Thomas
The Following Week
If you know me you had to know it took every bit of putting my pride to the side to take this house from Marlo.
This was really doing too much in my eyes.
He wanted to do something that was beyond what a friend would do.
Yeah, I understood my situation right now with child services, but I had enough money to find my own place to rent.
I just needed more time to find the place, unfortunately time wasn’t on my side.
Whoever reported me told them people I had Sunshyne living out of a car.
The lawyer Marlo gotten me emphasized the importance of having an apartment or house for my visit with the case worker.
Which made me nervous because the renting process could be tedious and most times took at least a month and I didn’t have that long.
Of course, Marlo wasn’t going for me spending my own money.
Not when he had an empty rental property that he claimed had been sitting for months.
After going back and forth for hours, we finally were able to come to an agreement.
He had to let me pay rent. I refused to live off of him for free.
Once he saw I wasn’t budging, he agreed to it.
I had to tell him I was paying him at least a thousand a month.
Marlo was mad but I didn’t care. It was bad enough he’d done as much as he had already.
I didn’t want any more handouts from Marlo.
I made him draw up a lease and everything.
I wanted this to be a real agreement not something he could renege on a few months down the line.
When I first saw the house I couldn’t believe it was going to be our new home.
Although it was a town house it was spacious with the open downstairs floor plan, three bedrooms and 2 ⒈／⒉ bathrooms. Plus, a decent sized fenced in the backyard.
It was more than enough room for Sunshyne and me.
I still hadn’t told her we were moving out of our skoolie.
I wanted to surprise her. I couldn’t wait to see the look on Sunshyne’s face when she saw her room once I put it together.
That was another thing I had to shut down from Marlo, he thought he was about to help me furnish my house.
Nope, I told him to kick rocks. Against his wishes I’d been furniture shopping all week by myself because I knew if Marlo came with me he’d end up buying everything.
He called me talking shit and I would hang up on him.
I didn’t care what he was talking about.
He wasn't finna be taking care of me like I was his girl.
Most of the furniture I got will be delivered between today and tomorrow.
That just left Marlo and me to unload our stuff from my skoolie. He underestimated all the stuff we had, and he’s been running his mouth all afternoon. He was crazy because he was the one who insisted we could unload my skoolie together. I tried to warn him but like usual he didn’t listen to me.
“Ion know if you got a fuckin’ worm hole on the fuckin’ bus but it ain’t no way you had all this shit on the bus. You ain’t finna make me believe it,” Marlo grumbled walking over to me as I sat on my kitchen counter.
“You didn’t have to help. I could have found someone else.” I chuckled at his frustration.
“Like who?” He asked me sitting the duffle bags he had on his arm onto the counter.
Fuck, I gasped sucking in a sharp breath as my eyes went to the shiny green duffle bag still in his left hand. “Iii can take that that bag,” I stumbled over my words as my nerves started to get the best of me.
Marlo looked at me with furrowed brows and his lips turned up. Then he looked down at the bag lifting it up he curiously inspected the bag. “What the fuck you got in here?”
“Nothing!” I quickly said as I jumped down from the counter and tried to get the bag from him, but he snatched it back from me. “Marlo, pleaseee,” I begged shamelessly. I had forgotten about that bag. I kept it under my skoolie where all the stuff I didn’t use on the daily.
“Hell, nah.” He tried to open the bag, but I snatched it from him. The force of me pulling the bag from him caused me to stumble, roughly hitting my bag against one of the island counters. I felt the color from my face drain as the familiar buzzing sound came from the bag.
“What the fuck?” Marlo said with a sly smirk on his face.
I swear I wanted to die of embarrassment.
The long one of my many vibrators continued to make my bag buzz.
With the life I lived I didn’t have many options to scratch that itch when I needed it scratch.
I had to do what I had to do. I’d formed a nice little collection of various toys over the years, and Marlo had stumbled on my collection.
“It’s nothing,” I nervously said trying to hide the bag behind me, but I leaned back on the counter too hard and set another vibrator off. “Oh, gosh.” I groaned ready to cry now the noise was twice as loud.
“Gimmie this shit,” Marlo said trying to grab a hold of the bag, but I refused to let go. We ended up in a game of tug-a-war as we both fought over the bag.
“Marlo just let go. Puh-leaaseee!” I begged.
“Not until I see what you got in this bag.” He yanked, pulling me and the bag forward.
Ground myself on my heels I pulled back with all my attention on keeping Marlo from getting the bag I didn’t see one of his hands slide over pulling back the zipper.
I felt his grip loosen on the bag and I went to rip it out of his and the force sent all my vibrators flying in the air.
One by one they landed around us on the floor with hard thuds.
Marlo bent over picking up a lime green vibrator that was currently wiggling side to side while loudly buzzing. “This what you be on?” He teased me by waving it in my face.
“Shut up stupid,” I said, snatching it from him and turning it off.
“You might as well start ya one sex store. I ain’t take you as the freaky type.”
I smacked my lips instead of replying to him and started picking up my toys and throwing them back into the bag. Marlo had better hope that none of them were broke or he was replacing them. My toys weren’t cheap; they were one of the things I splurge on for myself.
Unexpectedly Marlo asked, “Which one is ya favorite?”
“Huh?” I heard what he said but I was caught off more than anything. Sex wasn’t a topic Marlo, and I ever discussed for obvious reasons. It was odd how easy that question rolled off his tongue.
“You heard me. All these toys you gotta have a favorite,” He looked at me with a predatory grin that made my stomach flutter.
I did have a favorite but, was it really his business? What difference would it make to him?
Gulping deeply my eyes darted around the room then settled onto Marlo’s intense gaze.
“Uh, that one.” I pointed to my Black and gold rose that was in the shape of puckered lips with a tongue that flickered sitting by Marlo’s feet.
It had a powerful sucking feature, and the vibration was one of the strongest I ever had.
When I say I nutted in seconds when I used it, I wasn’t exaggerating.
It was the best hundred dollars I ever spent.
He bent down to pick it up, inspecting it. “You a freak forreal huh?”
“No, I just have needs and I’m not in to fucking random niggas because I’m horny. Is that okay with you?” I sarcastically replied, lifting myself onto the counter to sit back down.
Marlo stroked his beard like he was in deep thought. His eyes intensely stared me down and I started feeling self-conscious under his gaze. “Actually, I prefer it that way. You don’t need no nigga fuckin’ ya PH balance up,” Marlo said chuckling.
“You sound crazy as hell.” I laughed at him; Marlo had lost his mind if he thought I wasn’t gonna get any dick. Maybe not in the next few weeks but I was long overdue. My toys had held me off long enough, it was time for the real deal.
“I'm dead ass.” He frowned at me. “Niggas don’t be washin’ they ass. It ain't safe out there.”
“I’ll make sure whatever nigga I end up with knows how to wash his ass,” I dismissively said ready to be done with this conversation.
“When the last time you got some dick?” Marlo asked me with a straight face, I had no idea how I missed it, but he was closer than before. Or maybe I was tripping,
“Who knows.” I shrugged my shoulders because it had been so long since I had sex. I stopped counting. “But I’m due for some,” Marlo shot me an evil glare when I finished talking and I busted out laughing at his mad ass.
“You don’t need shit. You got enough fake ones here,” His words were teasing but the menacing look never left his eyes.
“You like fake pussy?” I sassily asked him, tilting my head to the side.
“I’m allergic to fake. Act like you know me.”
“Well, I’m sick of fake my pussy needs the real thing,”
“So, so when ya pussy get wet what you do? Get in ya freak nasty bag and pick which dick you want to use?”
“Marlo gon’ somewhere asking me them dumb ass questions,” I tried to play like I was unbothered by his words, in a sense I wasn’t it was the tone of his voice that was throwing me off.
My body was reacting to them for all the wrong reasons.
I kept having to clench my legs on the low to keep my coochie in check.
She was purring, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.
“It ain’t dumb. I guess I got this image of you in my head, and you don’t do shit like this. You a good girl and I can’t see you using a toy playin’ with ya pussy.” Marlo looked at me hard as if he was really trying to picture me playing with my toys.
“I am a good girl; however, I still play with my pussy when the time calls for it.”
Marlo’s tongue ran across his lips as he contemplated his words. “Let me see.” He calmly said and I almost choked on air.