Chapter 7
Until now, Ivy and I had carried on privately. Neither one of us wanted to address what disclosed about being in love with me and Dos. And as much as I wanted to ask, I couldn’t bring myself to question what the fuck she did with him when I wasn’t around. I knew when she left me, there was a good chance she was fucking him. At least that’s where my mind went. I tried to drown out the fact that she loved him. Even wished it was some nigga I didn’t know but even that ate away at me. When I was at the club, I thought about what the fuck they were doing and if she was the reason Dos had been absent some nights when his ass was usually there picking out his next victim.
The club was jumping tonight. We were hosting the afterparty for the CB concert. We had a star-studded VIP section and bottles were flowing. I had front row tickets to the concert. I watched half of the concert before leaving to get back to the club before the crowd arrived. By the time we opened, there was a line wrapped around the corner. I was making my way around the room making sure everyone was having a good time when Dos walked in. Directly behind him was Ivy. They were holding hands, and this nigga had a grin plastered on his face.
“This nigga.”
My jawline clenched shut and I wanted to punch that nigga. But I knew his bitch ass was only gloating because he thought it would get to me. I also knew that Ivy hadn’t told him about us. This fool walked in and looked dead at me and winked like he one upped me. I just laughed to myself and went about my business.
The DJ had everyone on the dance floor and the liquor was flowing. Stacy and the crew had everything under control. I even lost track of Ivy and Dos. I let that shit go as soon as that nigga winked at me. I should have been more upset than I was. But Ivy told me what it was. Thinking about what she was doing and with whom was none of my business. My concern was what I did with her. And since I had the night off, the last thing on my mind was some pussy I wasn’t getting. I finished up some paperwork and headed out early.
It was just past three in the morning when I made it back to my condo. It had been a busy couple of weeks between work and making sure Nana was taken care of, what little sleep I got was starting to catch up with me. I turned the shower on undressed and by the time I stepped into the glass enclosure the water was steaming hot. The lather from the African netting scrubbed away the day’s stress and the outside air. For a second the steam and drops of water even washed away the image of Dos and Ivy.
I dried off my feet and allowed my drenched locks to fall freely as I air dried my body. The condo lights were dimmed as I made my way through the apartment.
“Alexa, play “Residuals” by Chris Brown.”
The low sounds of the track played softly through the Bluetooth speakers throughout the apartment. I grabbed a glass of whiskey and sat exposed on the sofa. I closed my eyes and allowed the song to replay the current state of my life. Just a few weeks ago I would’ve been singing a different tune. The song was just too damn fitting. I leaned further into the cushions as the weight of my two-hundred-and-fifty-pound frame drifted asleep with my hand on my dick and my drink in my other hand.
Just thinking about her had my dick throbbing. If this is what drunk in love meant, I wanted this shit to stop. I cuffed my fragile member, thumb over the head and gently squeezed to mimic the way her pussy lips teased my head. I stroked at the thought of her juices covering my shaft as pre-cum released from my tip. “Fuck” I moaned wishing she was here with me. My hand massaged my erection up and down slowly as I replayed watching her in the club. She wore a short black dress that had a low-cut back line. It dipped just above the arch point in her back. The spot I would push down when I hit it from the back. I bit down on my lower lip thinking about how thick her thighs looked as the hem of her dress revealed her legs. My grip around my dick tightened and my strokes became more aggressive as I thought about my tongue on her clit, the way her pussy tasted when I shoved my fingers in her honeypot and scored as she came all over my hand. “Shittt” I moaned as my breathing heavied. I jerked my hardness to the thoughts of her lips suffocating my dick. The way she inhaled my thickness down her throat with ease. No teeth, no gaging just moans and the soft caress of her tongue. I tugged as my body caved deeper into the couch. My legs stretched out even farther as images of her riding my manhood replayed in my mind. “Damnnn” The way her ass clapped on top of me and her ample titties bounced with joy begging me to suck them. “Fuckkkk!” I murmured as my seed aimed straight for my stomach. That load was hot and thick, enough to lay babies in a bitch and I wasted it on a dream and a nightmare.
I couldn’t have been sleep for more than an hour when there was a buzz at the door. It could only be one of two people who felt comfortable ringing my doorbell at this time of morning. Without thinking, I answered the door. The door swung open. Ivy stood there admiring my nakedness. I pulled at my braids wondering what she was doing here.
“Are you going to let me in?”
I moved to the side allowing her in. Her hair and makeup were still intact. Her dress still looked freshly placed. She must have come here straight from the club.
“Why are you here?”
“You left the club without saying anything to me.”
This bitch had me fucked up. “What would you have liked me to do? You were on a date with my brother.”
“So, you can’t speak to me when I’m with him?”
I walked away to pour myself another glass of whiskey. Alexa had Chris Brown on repeat. I could still hear the song echoing through the Bluetooth speaker. I turned my back to Ivy knowing I had to choose my words wisely. But somewhere between the whiskey, my imagination and reality, I was all fucked up. “Bitch, what do you want from me? You show up at my club with my clown ass brother thinking that shit was cute. And I’m supposed to come say hi to you?” I laughed annoyed at the thought.
“You know how I feel about you, Uno.”
“Does he know?”
“No.”
“And when do you plan on telling him? Or am I the only one you plan to be truthful with about this arrangement?”
“That’s what I want to talk to you about.”
“At fucking five in the morning.”
I had finished the shot of whiskey. This time I walked over to the bar and grabbed the whole damn bottle, opened it, and took a swig of it. Ivy watched me as I moved about.
“Does he know you’re here?
“No.”
“So how does this work? You fuck him first then come over here and I finish you off?”
She cried out, walking toward me, “Uno! I’m sorry this is so hard on you. I never meant to hurt you. I just think if you give it a chance…”
“Ivy, you’re the only one benefitting from this bullshit right now. You’re crying because you know I’m right. What are you going to do when he finds out? If Dos finds out about me and you before you tell him, you don’t think this is going to hurt him too? What then, you pack up and runaway again?”
The tears rolled down her face. She just stood there silently taking my anger in. My words were valid, but my feelings were misdirected. She told me what it was. I just assumed at some point she would decide and that she would choose me. This was weighing on her just as much as it played on my emotions. “Ivy, it’s not fair to me or Dos if he is not on board with this. You have to tell him.”
“What if he says no?”
“You at least have to give him the choice. And if he says no, then you have a choice to make. But I can’t do this, not like this. I love you both too much. I want you too bad to be hurt by starting this off on a lie.”
I walked out of the room and headed to the bedroom with the bottle in my hand. A few minutes later, Ivy followed. My mind, emotions and body were drained. I had nothing to give her, but that didn’t stop her. I watched her seductively remove her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. Her brown skin glowed under the rising sun. She crawled onto the California King bed. She placed her body between my muscular legs and prostrated herself at the tip of my dick. Her hand glided up my stomach and stretched up toward my chest as the other hand wrapped around the circumference of my dick. It jumped as she licked the tip causing an instant erection.
“Ivy, I don’t want you if you’ve been with him tonight.”
She whispered, “I haven’t fucked your brother yet. Right now, my pussy only wants you. I only crave this dick.” She continued to have her way with me, and I let her. I didn’t question why she hadn’t sexed Dos; I didn’t worry about their relationship. For the first time since she admitted what she needed from me, I knew it was so much more than sex. She trusted me with her heart, mind, and body.
I believed her. I wanted her. I needed her and she felt the same way about me.