Wren
A COUPLE DAYS LATER
Gripping my pillow, I moaned as I snuggled closer to it.
“I love when you make that sound.” I jumped at the sound of Maniac’s voice, damn near hitting the floor between my bed and bedroom window.
When I’d gone to bed the night before, he wasn’t in here.
In fact, he’d told me that he’d be working late and not to even expect him to come in.
“How long have you been here?” Sitting up in bed, I adjusted the sheet over my frame as if this man has never seen me naked before. Maniac knew my body better than I knew it.
“Uh…” He grabbed his phone off the nightstand next to him and looked at the screen. “Since three this morning.”
“So, you’ve been sitting there since three?”
“Yeah.”
“Why you ain’t wake me?”
“You were sleeping so peacefully, I ain’t want to bother you.”
“Okaaay.” Tossing the covers back, I climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. Maniac was right on my heels. I sat down on the toilet and released my pee.
“You just gon’ stand there and watch me pee?”
“You ovulating. I can smell you from over here.”
“No, you can’t.” I frowned, feeling as if he was saying that I was stank or something. Now I’m gon’ have to take me a shower to feel better about myself.
“But I can. You smell good. Make me wanna eat yo’ lil ass up. Hurry up and finish peeing.”
“Can I at least take a shower?”
“No. I like my pussy with a lil tang to it.” My nose scrunched.
After I peed, I wiped, got up, flushed the toilet and washed my hands. Maniac picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder and carried me into the bedroom. Sometimes, I swear I feel like this man be thinking I’m a got damn rag doll.
He tossed me onto the bed and dropped straight to his knees. Gripping me by the hips, he pulled me down to the edge of the bed and yanked my panties off. Spreading my legs, he tilted his head as he eyed my pussy.
“I swear you got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Lifting up onto my elbows, I replied, “Thank you.”
He gently kissed my inner thigh and sank his teeth into it. “Mmhmm,” I moaned. He planted sweet kisses up my inner thigh ’til he made it to my pussy.
His lips caressed my pussy before sucking my clit into his mouth. “You love this pussy, huh?”
Maniac released me long enough to say, “I’ll die for this mufucka.”
My head flung back, knowing that he meant every word. Slightly lifting, I ground my pussy into his face.
“Fuck, I love when you eat my pussy.” I massaged my breasts through my shirt. “Yeah, right there.” He held his rhythm. My heart rate quickened, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Yes! Yes! Yes! God yes!”
Maniac ate my soul from my pussy. Getting up off his knees, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and went into the bathroom.
“You don’t want any pussy?”
I heard the faucet turn on and a few minutes later, he exited the bathroom. His dick pitched a tent in his sweats. Gripping it, he said, “I’m saving this shit for later. I’m gon’ pain yo’ ass so good, you ain’t gon’ be able to walk for a couple days. Sad part about it, I believed him.
Nearing the bed, he leaned down and pecked me on the lips. I craned my arms around his neck and bite him on the cheek. “Where are you off to?” I questioned him, still holding on to him for dear life.
“I got a few errands to run. I left you some money on the nightstand over there. Go out and pamper yourself or something.”
My head snapped in that direction to find a stack of cash. “I think I’m going to the bookstore.”
“The bookstore?”
“Yeah. That’s pampering myself to me. Thank you, babe.” I bit him again and released him.
“I’ll check in on you later.”
I nodded and he left out the bedroom. Soon as I heard the front door shut, I grabbed my phone and dialed Aria’s number. She still couldn’t believe that I actually gave in to Maniac. If she knew how he was handling me in the bedroom, she’d understand why.
“Hey, girl,” she said soon as the phone connected. I moved up in the bed out the wet spot. I’d change the sheets when I get up to take a shower.
“Hey, what were you doing?”
“I promised Zion that I’d take him to this adventure park today. You want to come?” Aria inviting me along to different functions weren’t unusual. Whenever I didn’t have anything to do, I’d join them.
“I would, but I have book club today.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.”
“I can’t wait to get there either. I already bought some wine to take for it.”
“You and this book club.” I could feel her shaking her head through the phone. Aria didn’t read books like me, so book club is something that I did outside fof our friendship.
“Maybe I can catch up with y’all tomorrow.”
“You sure you gon’ have time? You’ve been spending a lot of time with Maniac these days.”
I smacked my lips. “Not that much time. I just saw you a few days ago.” Aria can’t stand to share me with someone else.
When I first told her about the girl Mariah from book club, she made sure to let me know that she was nothing but an associate, and I didn’t have place for new friends.
I didn’t trust easily when it came to friends anyway.
People were weird and I’d rather keep them at a distance.
“Yeah, yeah.”
I sat on the phone with Aria for a bit longer and then got up to go get a shower and change the sheets.
Once I was done in the bedroom, I went into the kitchen and grabbed me an apple from my fruit bowl.
Since I didn’t have anything to do this morning, I decided that I was gon’ go by there and see Uncle Trayvon and spend a bit of time with him.
We don’t spend as much time with each other as we used to.
I’m not sure if it’s because I’d grown up and didn’t want to fool with his lifestyle anymore or what.
It's crazy how I hated Uncle Trayvon for what he did but got roped into being with a man that’s worse than him. If someone had told me that I’d be with a man like Maniac, I’d laugh in their face.
I let the cats out for a bit before I left the house.
Climbing into my truck, I headed to Uncle Trayvon’s car shop.
I still can’t believe that Tyree couldn’t figure out what was wrong with my truck, and a stranger could.
Maybe it’s the fact that he wasn’t being paid to do so to even care.
As much money as I’ve given him, him getting paid to do something for me should be the least of his worries.
Tyree has been keeping his distance. I hadn’t seen or heard from him since the day Maniac stole my trailer.
Granted, I didn’t get around to calling him back, because it slipped my mind, but still, he could’ve reached out or something.
I get tired of being the bigger person and always checking up on him to see if he was still alive.
I know one of the reasons why he wasn’t really fucking with me is because he knows that I know he’s back drinking and he doesn’t want to face the problem at hand.
I be having to tell myself that I can’t force him to want a better life.
He’ll have to want it for himself and go for it.
When I pulled up to Uncle Trayvon’s building, I didn’t see Tyree’s truck outside. Normally, this time of day, he’d be here. Getting out, I entered the building to find Tracey behind her desk.
“Hey, Wren. I didn’t know you were coming by here today,” she said.
“I just stopped by to see Uncle Trayvon. He’s here, ain’t it?”
“Yeah. He’s back there in his office.”
“Has Tyree been here today?”
She scratched the side of her head and replied, “I haven’t seen him in a few days.”
“Okay.”
I trotted toward Uncle Trayvon’s office. Knocking once, I popped my head inside to make sure he wasn’t busy.
“Wren.” His mouth slipped into a grin, and he stretched his arms out.
Entering his office, I rounded his desk and fell into his embrace. He pecked me on the cheek, and I peeled away.
“How you been?” I asked him, getting comfortable in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
“I’ve great.”
“Where’s Tyree?” If anyone knew where that boy was, it was Uncle Trayvon.
“I don’t know. He’s been in his feelings ever since Maniac dropped us.”
“He did?” I frowned, not aware of it.
“Yeah. I told him I was going legit. He been acting funny ever since. You know that boy…”
“Yeah… I do.”
“How you been though? That Maniac treating you right?”
“Yes,” was the response he got. Ain’t no way I was about to tell my uncle the things Maniac has been doing to me. I’m so hooked on that man at this point that I think I’d place a gun to his head if he were to ever try and leave me.
“That’s good. I’m glad that everything worked out for you. I’m sorry again ’bout what happened.”
“It’s not even a problem anymore.”
Seriously.
I probably should’ve thanked him for putting me in Maniac’s path.
After sitting there with Uncle Trayvon for a few more minutes, I got up and left. It’s nearing time for my book club meeting. I needed to go home and grab my wine, since I left it when I left the house.
“Y’all okay?” I asked my cats when I came into the house. Smoke was nowhere to be found, but I knew he was somewhere around here. I replaced their water was some fresh water and fixed their dinner before grabbing the three bottles of wine off the counter and exiting back out the house.
Today, the meeting was taking place at Mariah’s loft downtown. Every time, we’d switch up locations. Sometimes, we’d even have a meeting outside somewhere from the park to bookstores and restaurants. We tried our best to keep things exciting.
Pulling up to Mariah’s house, I grabbed my tote and all the wine and then got out the car. I wandered up to her front door and rang the doorbell. The door pulled open, and I was met by Mariah’s glowing face.
Mariah was a BBW, but damn sure didn’t carry herself like one. That girl had better fashion than me. She always kept herself up from her nails to her hair. Right now, her hair is platinum blonde and flowing down her back.
“Hey, girl.” She pulled me in for an embrace. “You’re the last one to get here.”
“Really?”
“Yup.” She stepped out the way, and I entered the house to find everyone sitting in the living room. They already had a bottle of Maniac Noir sitting on the coffee table. How?
“I bought wine!” I said, lifting the bottles up into the air.
“Have you tried this?” Ashley asked when she lifted her cup up into the air.
I wanted to say that was my man’s liquor, but I opted out of it. Instead, I replied, “Yeah, I’ve had it.”
“Of course, she has.” My head whipped behind me to find Maniac standing in the corner of the room.
“B-bu-… how?” I looked from him to them. All of them were staring at him as if he was a piece of meat.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him.
“Oh, you two know each other?” Mariah asked as she shut the door behind me.
“Know each other? I just ate that pussy this morning,” Maniac responded and my face turned red as tomato paste. He ain’t have no business in here embarrassing me like that.
Mariah’s eyes expanded. She grabbed one of the bottles of wine from my grasp and carried it into the kitchen.
I hemmed Maniac up in the corner and asked, “What the hell are you doing here and how did you even find out about my book club.
“Girl, I know everything ’bout you down to the panties that you’re wearing right now.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Wanna bet?”
Stepping closer to him, I asked, “What color are they then?”
“The pink ones with the florals.”
My eyes bucked. “How do you know that?”
“Alright, let’s get started,” Mariah spoke, gaining everyone’s attention.
I took the remaining two bottles into the kitchen and set them on the counter. When I came back out into the living room, Maniac had gotten comfortable in one of the chairs, leaving an empty one next to him. Shaking my head, I went over and took my seat.
“I seriously don’t know why you’re even here. You don’t read books,” I told him, removing my book from my tote.
“You don’t know what I be doing in my spare time.”
I guess he has a point there. “Who wants to start?” Mariah asked as she took her seat in her chair in the circle.
Maniac lifted his hand in the air and I whacked it down. He mugged me. “You know you ain’t read that book,” I told him in a hushed tone. At this point, I felt like he was here to solely embarrass me.
“I did read…” His head tilted and eyes squinted. “Rhy Blue.”
“You mean Rhythm’s Blues?”
“Yeah…”
Gripping him by the wrist, I shot to my feet and tugged, but he didn’t budge. “Outside. Outside, now.”
Maniac lifted to his feet, and I dragged him out the door, shutting it behind us where no one can hear our conversation.
“What are you doing?” I waste no time asking him.
“I’m just tryna see what its like with yo’ book club. Is that a crime?”
“Go home.”
Licking his lips, he asked, “You sure you don’t want to go with me?”
“No. I’ll see you there later. Go home,” I told him one final time and went back into the loft.