Chapter 2 #3
I went over to a table that was in the room, and I stood directly in front of it. I pressed my butt up against it, and I sat my purse down on the table. My arms were still crossed because I was processing this shit.
I thought back to when Caprice started following me on social media.
Just like a lot of people, she started following me around the time that Steel and I had taken our first trip to Aruba together.
Back in the early stages of our relationship, and people had leaked pictures of us together on vacation.
I followed her back, and she reached out to me, telling me how good I looked, and that she was happy to see how well I was doing.
I was happy to hear from her, so we exchanged a few messages to each other, and since then, we’ll like each other’s pictures on social media, and we’ll even go as far as commenting.
I’m just wondering if the bitch was truly genuine when she reached out, or if she only did it out of spite, knowing that she used to fuck around with Steel.
“That shit old, baby. I can see if I cheated on you with her, but that’s old,” Steel pleaded his case, walking over to me.
“Has she spoken to you since you’ve been here?” I wanted to know. He did that thing again where he picked his hand up, and he scratched his head.
“Only the first day. Our shit was brief though. She told me congrats on the new baby, and our wedding that we have coming up. I thanked her, and I went on with my business. I swear that was the only exchange that we had,” he told me, now standing directly in front of me.
I just nodded my head. He didn’t do anything wrong, and I didn’t want to make him feel like he did. I was just a woman that overly loved my man, and my chest would literally hurt when I found out that there was a woman that fucked him before me.
Steel allowed a few moments to go by before he lifted me up from under my arms, and he sat me down on the table. He spread my legs just a little bit, so that he could stand directly in the middle of them. His big hands held onto my thighs, as he looked down at me.
“How you know her?” he wanted to know.
“We went to college together. We weren’t the best of friends, but we were cool,” I replied.
“She told you we fucked?” I knew that question was coming.
“No. I put two and two together. Here I am, bragging to the bitch that I like to fuck my man for cardio, and when her laugh was forced, I knew it from there. She didn’t have to tell me.
I literally just knew. I asked her if she knew you, and she gave me this vague answer, telling me that she doesn’t know you in the same manner that I know you.
I flat out called her out on it, asking her if she fucked you, but she wouldn’t confirm or deny it,” I shared.
“Shit, technically, she telling you the truth. She don’t know me in the same manner as you do.
You know everything about me. She only knows what the media puts out about me, and we all know that everything that the media puts out isn’t true.
I don’t know much about her, either. I didn’t even know she was from Miami, let alone went to school in Miami.
I was pulling up for pussy. Not conversation,” he voiced, and I rolled my eyes at that, picked both hands up, and I pushed at his chest.
I didn’t like hearing that shit. He laughed, and then grabbed my hands, putting them together, and he pushed my body back on the table, lying me down on my back, as he came over, leaning my way, putting his head right in front of mine.
“A nigga can come over to me right now, and tell me that he fucked you years ago, and I wouldn’t feel no type of way about it.
Wanna know why? I experienced your pussy in a way that them other niggas never did.
You wasn’t letting them niggas feel it raw.
Only I felt it that way. Not only that, but I’m the only one that’s fuckin you, Toni.
Why the fuck I care what a nigga was doing with you before me?
That’s the energy Ima need you to have when it comes to me.
Fuck the bitches that I dealt with before you.
Why I gotta do all this convincing to you, steady letting you know that you’re in a league of your own?
” he asked, swooning me with his words, going to have me forgetting what I was annoyed about in a few minutes.
“I hate that they experienced sex with you in the same manner that I did,” I was honest, and when I said that, he laughed.
“Baby, they didn’t experience sex with me in the same manner as you.
That girl just told you that she doesn’t know me in the same manner as you do.
They got a few pumps out of me, and I left to go handle business.
You get the whole package. Pre, and post nut treatment out of me.
You went to sleep with the dick in you and woke back up to me putting it back inside you.
T, come on. Your position can’t be shared,” he assured me.
“Knock. Knock. Knock,” someone was outside, knocking on the door.
“Steel, come on. We need you back out front man,” someone said from the other side.
“Go ahead,” I let him know, trying to sit up, but his ass wouldn’t let me.
“They can wait. We good?” he asked me.
“We’re good,” I said, meaning it.
“Let me get a kiss then,” he bribed. I was still feeling a way about the news, so I sat up, and I only offered him a quick peck on the lips.
“Kissing me like that makes me feel like we’re beefing. I want the one you gave me this morning,” he said, taking his time, not giving a damn that someone was out front, waiting for him, needing him to go back, and finish coordinating up front.
Not wanting him to hold them up any longer, and because I genuinely wanted to kiss my man, I slipped my tongue to him, allowing him to softly suck on it, and for well over thirty seconds, we made out with each other.
“Alright. Baby, go. They’re waiting for you.” I breathlessly said to him, picking my hand up, so that I wipe away the excess lip gloss that I left on him.
Once he was good, he stood up, and he helped me up as well. Instead of allowing me to sit in here, and get in my head, thinking about so many things, he pulled me out, so that I could leave out of the room with him.
The second we were out the door, they were pulling him because they needed him on air right away. While they took him, I went and took my place in the back, where the producers and everyone else was. I crossed my legs over each other, and I paid attention to the set.
Steel was back in his seat with the rest of the men, and a woman from the hair and make-up crew had come over, so that she could touch him up before they started. I watched her as she did that, and my eyes drifted over to the left of me, where I could feel movement.
Caprice was standing over there with a few other women, and they were laughing, and joking amongst each other. I really hated that that bitch fucked my man. Truly hated it because as I’m sitting here, I couldn’t stop the voices that were in my head, telling me to go over, and tackle that bitch.