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  “Here you go.” I handed him his wine glass before returning next to him on the sofa.

  “Thanks. This might in fact be my last glass of the night and probably my last night here as well. I don’t think I’ll be coming back until my son gets serious about wanting to spend some quality time with me. Hell, it’s not like I’m invading his space or nothing. It’s just once a week,” Key spat seemingly becoming angry by his own words.

  “Don’t be that way, Key. Listen, I’ve cooked this amazing pot roast with some steamed veggies and asparagus. We can just enjoy ourselves every week, you and me. Hell, we don’t need Carter to have a good time, right? Technically I’m about to be your daughter-in-law soon so it’s only right that we get to know each other a little better.” I felt bad.

  Carter should have been there, enjoying a fantastic meal with us and having a few laughs. But after Key and I sat down at the table, ate, drank, and drank some more I forgot all about him missing out on our family time. Key was a great loving father and anyone would be lucky to have him in his or her lives. Carter was just way too stubborn and self absorbed to see that.

  We talked about so many things, Key and I. It was almost like we had known each other all of our lives. He told me about his wife and little embarrassing things about Carter growing up and I spilled how I was a ward of the state until I was fifteen and take in by my foster mother. I wasn’t really able to form a long lasting bond with her since a few years later I went off to college and decided to make a life for myself. I never had real parents and I never spent more than six months to a year with foster families before Ms. Rachel took me in. We don’t talk much now accept when she needs something or on holidays. It doesn’t matter. I’m just grateful for her providing a roof over my head for as long as she did especially when she didn’t have to.

  The older I got the less she wanted to see me, I guess. But the good thing about it all was that I never let it get me down. I was a successful strong young woman who just wanted to start a great big family of my own with the right man. More than anything, I wanted Carter to be the one. Nothing worth having comes easy, so I was prepared to fight as hard as I needed to.

  “You know, my son would be a damn fool to pass up a beautiful young woman like yourself. You’ve really got a good head on your shoulders.” Key sipped the last drops of wine in his glass.

  “Awe, thanks for that. One day he’ll wake up and finally lock me down,” I chuckled. “I guess.”

  “Yeah, he’d better cause he’s wasting your time for some other great man to come in and snatch you up. You deserve to be happy not wondering and waiting.” As he spoke he rose to head towards the front door. “Thanks for a great dinner, Olivia. This was fun for an old man.”

  “You’re not old. Hell, you had one son when you were super young. You’re not old, you’re…you’re distinguished.”

  “Distinguished huh? Well, maybe I’ll use that one when I finally decide to pick me up a fine tender thang.”

  We laughed as he waved me off and walked out the door. I could tell that he was wounded by the absence of his son, which prompted me to storm tipsy to my phone on the kitchen counter and dial his number. He had been gone for nearly four hours and it didn’t take that long to drop his daughter off or kick it with his boys. I was so pissed that when he didn’t answer the phone the first time I called back to back three more times. Still no answer.

  Chapter 3

  Sick and Tired

  I have strong determination,

  And I'm not afraid of change.

  I have yet to find that someone,

  Who would care to satisfy me,

  To stay right by me.

  Who can I run to,

  To share this empty space?

  Who can I run to,

  When I need love?

  Tears cascaded down my cheeks as Xscape blared through my oversized black floor stereo. Keys could be heard rattling in the distance, prompting me to jump up damn near tripping over the couch pillows I had scattered all around. They ended up floor bound in another one of my obscene torrents.

  “Where the fuck have you been, Carter? It’s two o’clock in the fucking morning and you come strolling in here like everything is peachy and shit.” Before I could think I had launched the throw pillow from the couch at his face. I was drunk as shit.

  The mascara that I had on earlier had smeared from the tears that left wet paint signs down my cheeks. I didn’t even bother to wipe the pain from my face as I stood to shove him into the front door as he closed it. It was obvious that he had been drinking. His eyes were glossy and he had this faint uncanny grin pasted across his face. I shoved him some more, punching his broad chest but he didn’t budge. It wasn’t fazing him. He simply glided past me to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

  “Carter, you’d better fucking answer me right now,” I barked.

  “See, that’s that shit right there that I’m talking about. I better answer you. I’m not a fucking kid, Liv. You can’t treat me like you’re my fucking momma.” He snatched a Bud Light from the frig before popping the cap and chugging a bit of its contents to the back of his throat.

  “Well maybe if you didn’t act so damn childish all the time, you wouldn’t think I was treating you like one.” I wasn’t about to let him revert the blame of the situation back on me. “All you had to do was answer your damn phone. Now where were you?”

  “Man, I was with Blake and the fellas. We were shooting the shit about old times with Trent alright. Are you happy now? Damn. My fucking boy’s funeral was no less than a week ago. I’m still in mourning and shit. The least you can be is sympathetic.” He took another sip of his beer as his eyes continued to look down on me.

  “You was with Blake and ‘em?” Calm and tranquility read deceivingly on my face.

  “Yeah, I was with them.”

  “You was?” My eyes squinted, my eyebrows raised slightly simultaneously as my arms slowly crossed in front of my chest.

  “Yeah.” He shrugged irritated as he took another sip. “Damn.”

  “You lying motherfucka, cause I called Sam and she told me that he got home three fucking hours ago and he told her he was at his mother’s house so where the fuck were you Carter? I know you weren’t at his mother’s house cause his mother can’t stand your ass, so where the fuck were you?” Snatching the oven mitt from its hanging spot on the cabinets, I beat him like he stole something knocking the beer to ground.

  The glass shattered into a million pieces as the debris and liquid splashed onto my jogging pant leg. It didn’t slow me down though. I was sick of this motherfucker lying to me. Every time I turned around he had excuse after lie to tell, spitting the shit in my face expecting me to sop it all up. I had been nothing but a good woman to him and was trying to convert that over to being a good wife. But he was making it so damn difficult for me to blissfully happy in our relationship.

  “Girl, calm the hell down. Look what you made me do.”

  “Fuck that damn beer. You can clean it up later. Now tell me where the hell you were tonight.”

  “Man, you trippin’. For real.” Carter darted past me heading for the bathroom trying to close the door on me.

  “Are you serious? Is that what you do, disrespect me by closing the door in my face?” Shoving the door open with little effort, I continued to snap. “I can’t believe you are doing this shit to me again.”

  “Doing what to you, Liv? This is my life. I’m not doing shit to you,” he bellowed as he waved me off and turned the nozzle to the shower.

  I slapped the shit out of the back of his head. “You are not about to sleep with the both of us at one time. I’m not putting up with this shit here anymore, Carter. Now you’re gonna have to choose. It’s either me or your classless baby momma.”

  Carter’s eyes met with mine as he removed his Jordan’s from his feet at the same time he removed his polo from over his head. His chest was full of sweat either from his night’s workout on his baby momma’s puss
y or from the eighty-degree weather forming a sweltering jungle in the early morning air. Irresistible to his well-chiseled physique, I walked right up to him rubbing his chest. I loved the way he kept his body together but fucking him was the last thing on my mind. My nose went to work to see if I could find even the faintest smell of post-sexual activity on his person, sniffing all over his chest. There was none.

  “See, I told you I ain’t done nothing tonight,” Carter smacked his lips before removing his jeans and checkered boxers from his ankles.

  “Oh yeah? Let me smell your dick then.”

  “Hmm. While you’re down there can you give a nigga a little head too?” His chuckle only pissed me off even further.

  As I kneeled down in front of him to investigate the part of him that should only be seen by me and maybe his doctor, I sniffed in disappointment that nothing smelled out of whack. It didn’t even smell like fresh soap either but that meant nothing. I was sure now that Carter had become a master of his art. I had been basically checking him since my women’s intuition honed in on his cheating ways. I couldn’t help it. I felt like if I checked him then at least I could ease my conscience a bit knowing that I still didn’t have definitive proof that he had started up again. And then…

  “What the hell is this shit, Carter?” I rose from the floor with his white polo in my hands staring down at the navy shade of lipstick printed on the clavicle area. I knew it was that bitch’s shade because Nina had so conveniently told me that it was her mother’s favorite color. My eyes could’ve burned a hole in the spot as my temper flared once more tossing the shirt over his head before heading out the bathroom door.

  “This shit is over, Carter. I’m sick of this shit. I’m not going to be a fool for you anymore. I don’t deserve this shit, I swear. I deserve someone who gives a damn—“

  “Wait baby. Come here, It’s not even like that. Will you fucking wait a minute please?”

  “No Carter, let me go,” I yanked my arm out of his grasp whisking around to reveal my quickly drenched face. “I’m done with you and I’m done with this shit. Call that bitch and tell her she’s won and while you’re at it tell her to come and get your shit.”

  “Liv, baby you’re overreacting. Come here.”

  “No Carter. Fuck you.”

  Carter kneeled a bit then hoisted me up, placing me over his shoulder carrying me like a sack of potatoes. I struggled to fight and get him to put me down but of course his brawny physique over powered me. He took me back in the bathroom and sat me down in the shower. I had no idea what the fuck he was trying to do but whatever it was didn’t do anything but piss me off even further. Standing up drenched from the shower, I tried to step out but he blocked my passage.

  “Move the fuck out the way,” I said attempting to push him but finding that maintaining my balance on bare feet was much more important.

  “You can’t leave me, Liv. I ain’t ready for you to go.”

  “What the fuck you mean, you’re not ready? Man, move the fuck out of my way please.” My second attempt to push him failed.

  Hoping to wait him out, I stood in the tub allowing the shower to continue to soak me. Carter reached his hands up ripping off my thinly made jogging pants along with the matching tank top. It seemed to separate as if it were torn paper coming off of me. I was bra and panty less so I stood there wondering what his point to all of this was. The look on my face should have sent him the message that I was no longer falling for his bullshit. As much as it pained me to admit it, we were over.

  “You’re not getting no ass as a matter of fact you’ll be lucky to ever hit this shit again, playa.” My lips curled feeling as though I had the upper hand.

  “You don’t love me no more baby?” Carter moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist squeezing my firm backside.

  “No, no you’re not doing this to me again Carter.” I fought him off but the more our skin rubbed against one another the more I began to melt in his arms. “No, Carter.”

  “I love you, girl. Don’t you know that?”

  He crouched down a bit allowing his tongue to fiddle each of my nipples. The more I shoved him the tighter he held on to my waist and the weaker I became. If loving him was wrong I didn’t want to be right. Deep down inside I knew that dealing with him any further would only send me spiraling back down the same slippery slope. But I loved him, he was mine, and no other bitch should be able to take him away from me. Everyday, I struggled with if I should stay or if I should leave. But the one feeling I was sure of was that I was truly head over heels in love with that man.

  Most days he made me feel beautiful. Not all days were bad. Some days we actually acted as loving as the Huxtables. He would often lay next to me in bed and watch movies while playing in my hair. Like any couple who has been together as long as we have, there are good times and bad ones. But we made it work thus far. It's hard to give up on something you've known for so long. I guess I was comfortable with him. The fear of losing my comfort more than anything is what aided in my loving him so much.

  As I reminisced on the love we shared, his fingers played my clit like a fiddle causing me to buckle at the knees and jerk forward slightly in excitement. I thought I would collapse to the ground unable to control myself from the tickling sensation. Carter continued to suck on my tits as he played with my pussy, making sure to be extra gentle. My entire body was becoming sensitive to the touch. I was lost in his movements and engrossed in his scent.

  “Wrap your arms around my neck, baby,” he whispered in my ear after relieving his mouth of my tit and stepping seductively in the shower.

  I knew exactly what that meant. He was about to show me just how much he loved me. He was about to show me that no other bitch in the world would ever get it how I do. In his heart, I was his one and only. Sometimes I lost sight of that and needed a little bit of reminding. I loved my baby. He was always so good at making sure that I knew exactly what our love was all about. I didn’t need to worry about the next bitch because she most certainly wasn’t me. Carter came home to this pussy at the end of the day and I knew it was this one that he loved the most.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his torso as ordered. He slid his thick long dick inside of me, palming my ass in both of his strong hands. Placing my pussy on his tip, he slammed me down on him hard causing me to moan out loudly, feeling small quakes control my body. His motions sped up as well as his breathing pumping harder and faster into me with every stroke. The sound of our skin slapping together amidst the water was so erotic, spurts of cum seeped out of me coating his dick. Small tears formed in the crevices of my eyes as squeals escaped my mouth enjoying the pain coupled with the pleasure. The more our flesh rubbed up against one another the hornier I became.

  “Never forget what we got. You hear me?” He growled deeply.

  “Yes, baby.”

  “Whose pussy is this?”

  “It’s yours baby. It’s yours.”

  “Yeah, it better be. You got that tat on that pussy that reads what?”

  “Black Owned,” I breathed, remembering that I got that tat for him on his birthday last year. Black was his last name, a name that I was so desperately trying to claim as my own. “I love you baby.”

  “Yeah and don’t you ever forget it neither.”

  Chapter 4

  Nothing Even Matters At All

  “Pops, you’ll be alright man. I’m sorry I missed the dinner last week. I had things I needed to do.” Carter rubbed his head profusely; distressed by the conversation he was having with Key. “I told Liv to entertain you. I’m just saying I don’t have to be here every time you come here. Or maybe we should schedule the dinners for only once a month.”

  “Carter.” I couldn’t believe he would blow off his own father like that.

  “What? All I’m saying is with work, you and Nina, I really don’t have time for much else. Besides, mom has been gone for a while now, it’s about time he got back out there.” Carter t
urned from me back to his conversation. “You know what I’m saying, Pops? Gon’ out there and go fishing again.”

  Soon after he finished his statement, he stared down at the phone as if it were foreign to him. I could only assume that his father hung up on him, determined not to listen to anymore of his bullshit. It kind of perturbed me that he was giving his father the shaft when all he wanted to do was spend time with him. It made me wonder what kind of dad he would actually be if we had kids of our own. Sure, he was a perfect father to Nina but that’s because she was his pride and joy. In his eyes, she could do or say no wrong. But would he feel the same way about our kids? I tried not to let the thought get to me so much by focusing on other things but every now and again it would cross my mind.

  “Carter, you don’t have to be so cold. He is your father,” I said as I finished screwing the top on his sports bottle I had just got done loading his protein smoothie in.

  “And he’s becoming too dependent on that. That man needs to find some people his age and live his life.” He snatched up the bottle from my hands and tossed it in his gym bag. “Listen woman, I don’t have time to debate this shit. I’m gonna be late getting to the gym and you know how I’ve gotta get my workout in before work.”

  “Awe your firehouse buddies won’t mind you being a tad late for your shift workout.” I smiled as I kissed his lips warmly.

  “Yeah, well I’ve gotta go.” He kissed my forehead hastily.

  “Love you,” I snuck in before he rushed out the door.

  He pretended not to hear me but we both know he did. It was Friday and I was in no mood to go to work. Instead, I called in earlier when Carter was still asleep so he wouldn’t hear me. I had a special sexy lunchtime surprise for him that would surely kick off his weekend with a bang. See, men don’t like the same old plain Jane things that become mundane day in and day out. They need variety and I was a woman who was surely full of it.