Baby, You're the Best (16 page)

CHAPTER 36

Spencer

 

 

 

“W
ould you mind going to church with me tomorrow?” Fabulous asked. Pinning up her hair she covered it with a cap.

Her naked body was close to mine. My dick pointed north. I gave Fabulous a long hug, then told her, “You are so beautiful.”

Sunday morning service was about twenty-four hours away. Maybe stepping foot into a tabernacle would do my soul good. I was glad Fabulous had asked and that she wasn’t telling me we were going to church. I had reasonable time to consider her request. Too many women in this Bible Belt had tried to force religion on me.

All that “I can’t be with a man who doesn’t praise the Lord. A man who doesn’t believe in God doesn’t belong with me.” I hated that hypercritical BS.

I was a decent person who intended to treat others right but sometimes I failed. I didn’t know a single person who came out of the womb a Christian. And the ones singing the loudest were lip-synching.

I held Fabulous’s hand until she took two steps down into the bubbling water, then I did the same. The large pink shower cap on her head leaned against my chest. We were chilling in her Jacuzzi for the seventh or eighth time since I’d been here.

Cool jets of water pressurized a bruh’s asshole. Warm water swirled around my nuts. I had to have the cleanest rectum in Roswell. I couldn’t lie, my shit felt damn near sterile. Fabulous’s ass eased between my inner thighs. I wanted to stick my dick in her back door.

I kissed the back of her neck, then asked, “You ready to try anal?”

She rubbed the outside of my thigh. “Almost. I won’t make you wait much longer. Just not right now.”

I’d never seen swivel barstools in a home Jacuzzi like the ones Fabulous had in her Jacuzzi outside by the pool. A wet bar in a Jacuzzi was the kind of shit I expected in Jamaica. Not at somebody’s crib. This chick had her place laid out like a man cave.

Kicking back with my new side trumped sucking up liquor, watching sexy babes prance in front of me in shoestring bikinis while I was on vacation in Rio last year. I had to end it with Charlotte before I could ask Fabulous to be my woman.

“Let me know what you decide about church. Either way, I’m going,” she said. Her hands were on my knees.

Nothing against getting the word in but I preferred to read the Bible. Do my own interpreting. A lot of these guys in the ATL were standing in pulpits, sitting on pews, humming along with the choir, shouting in response to the pastor’s words, clapping their hands, stomping their feet, but soon as the doors of the church were closed, they were hitting the streets in search of something. Pussy. Dick. Alcohol. Drugs. God knew their hearts but they wouldn’t think about the Lord until the following Sunday, or if they were cumming or they got into trouble.

Thinking of trouble I thought about Alexis. My dick got hard. “If going to church is what you want, let’s do it,” I told Fabulous. “I’m here for you.”

She slid forward, put her hand underneath my balls. My head pressed against the opening of her rectum.
Damn!
I wanted in.

Leaning forward a little more, she asked, “Why are you so good to me?” then she started massaging my nuts.

Her nails grazed my asshole. Precum seeped into the water, I kissed the nape of her neck, then answered her question with one. “Why are you so good for me?”

Fabulous began crying. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I work hard. I raised my girls. I can do everything well except choose a man.” She moved her hand. The back of her head fell against my chest.

Wanting her to put her hand back, I had to focus on her concerns. She’d shed a lot of tears over the last seven days. She hadn’t gone upstairs since the day the coroners carried Fortune out in a body bag. I only went up there when she specifically needed something. We’d slept in the downstairs bedrooms. All four of them.

“It’s time for you to close this chapter,” I told her.

She stared over her shoulder at me. “What are you saying?”

“Not us. It’s time to take Mercedes’s advice and put your house on the market.” Getting out of the house would be good for both of us but outside of church, I was not trying to run into Charlotte.

There were moments when the pain she’d shared with me had become my sorrow. If Fabulous could be that transparent with me, I was ready to level the emotions and open up.

I told her, “You’re not alone. I feel lost at times. Can I share something with you?”

She gave a slow nod. I was glad she didn’t face me. Looking into her eyes would make telling my story harder.

“I want you to share everything with me, Spencer. Even if this”—using the back side of her fingers she rubbed my chest in front of my heart—“is just for the moment. You have no idea how much you’ve helped me through this abusive situation.”

“I was too young to protect my mom. But”—I exhaled—“you’re a strong woman. My mom was too.”

I didn’t expect Fabulous to start crying again. I hadn’t hit Charlotte but I knew I’d hurt my boo. Fabulous’s tears were different from Charlotte’s. My gurl cried to get her way. I hadn’t responded to any of Charlotte’s texts or calls since I’d deplaned. Fabulous was releasing pain.

Wiping Fabulous’s tears with my wet fingers, I told her, “Let it out. Time heals all wounds.” I just wasn’t sure how long it took to mend a broken heart. Years? A lifetime? “God doesn’t take any of us before He’s ready. Fortune’s time was up.” I hugged her waist, pulled her back to my chest.

Exhaling, I tried hard to convince myself it was my mother’s time. Silencing my sniffles, I let my tears flow because Fabulous couldn’t see them falling onto her plastic cap.

“I don’t know, Spencer. I don’t know what to believe when it comes to men. What did you want to share?”

There was no easy way to tell Fabulous. “I was molested as a child.”

Slowly she faced me. “Are you serious? A woman stole your innocence?”

I shook my head. Her eyelids stretched wide as I revealed, “My uncle. I’ve never told anyone. I just feel like you’ve shared so much with me that I could trust you. Please, do me one favor.”

“Anything,” she said.

“Don’t you ever tell anyone. I never even told my mother. And please don’t ever throw this in my face. Ever.” In the heat of an argument, women had a way of using a man’s weakness against him.

Fabulous sat on my lap, wrapped her legs around my waist, then kissed me tenderly. She leaned my head on her shoulder and the howl that came out of me was that of twenty years of pent-up shame, hurt, and anger. I cried like a newborn baby for at least fifteen minutes.

The doorbell sounded. Fabulous looked at me. I could tell she wasn’t expecting anyone. “They can go away,” she said.

I shook my head. “It’s okay.” I needed a reason to stop crying.

We put on our white bathrobes. Blake cleaned my face with a cool towel.

“You sure you want me to answer the door?” she asked.

“Let’s go,” I said then thought, oh shit! What if it’s my boo? Heading toward the door behind Fabulous, I insisted, “Let me get that for you.”

I couldn’t put it past Charlotte to have figured out where I was. She had her ways. I had mine, too. Before peeping through the hole, I told Fabulous, “We’re getting you a video surveillance system.”

She frowned. “But I’m selling this place.” Abruptly, she chuckled. I didn’t understand the humor she got from my comment until she said, “Fortune is dead, Spencer.”

I’m not but I might be if it’s Charlotte,
I thought.

The doorbell rang again. “I can hear you two. Open up.”

Damn, once I saw who it was I wanted to close the door. “What’s up, LB?” I looked at Alexis with that little-ass lemony outfit. Did that woman ever cover her ass? “Hi, Alexis,” I said, swinging the door wide to let them in.

“You got it, Spence. We’re just stopping by. Alexis wanted to check on her mom. Hell, I needed to check on you,” LB said, then laughed. “You looking all like it’s spa day up in here, bruh.”

It wasn’t Comedy Central up in here and I wasn’t offended. Post my confession I could use a little humor. He was my boy and all. “Cool,” was all I said.

Alexis hugged her mom. “You look good, Mama.” She held on for a moment.

Fabulous embraced her daughter a few seconds after Alexis had let go. “I’m glad you stopped by, baby. Where are you guys headed?”

Alexis stepped to me, opened her arms, wrapped them around my back. “Thanks for taking such good care of my mother.”

Her ear was pressed to my chest at the opening of the robe. I didn’t want to seem rude, so I gave her a light one-arm hug. Those firm twenty-seven-year-old bra-free titties with erect nipples were damn near in my stomach, inches above my dick. She knew what the fuck she was doing.

I took a step back to give my dick some space. Picturing Alexis’s pussy in front of my face that day we were on the porch, my shit started rising. These Atlanta chicks had their way of getting a man’s dick hard on the under. The sensation started to make my pole hard enough to wave a flag. A snapshot of Fabulous’s face a week ago made me go flaccid instantly. Calmly, I took another step back.

Had to be careful not to send LB any questionable signals. At least not from my standpoint. He could think whatever he wanted about Alexis. He had the gurl he wanted. I had her mother. This wasn’t my first glimpse of the sneaky assertive side of Alexis but I was familiar with her kind.

“We’re headed to . . .” Alexis paused, then looked at LB.

“Fine, it was supposed to be a surprise. We’re going to—”

Fabulous interrupted, “Then don’t tell us. We’re going to church tomorrow. You’re welcome to join us if you have time in the morning,” she said, looking at Alexis then LB.

“Of course we will, Mama,” Alexis said with no consideration for my boy. “Spencer, will you be there?”

I nodded.

The way she was wearing that sunshine on her face, the yellow dress was banging too. It was Atlanta. Women wore high heels, short dresses, with accessories to complement the unimaginable to Publix grocery store. Georgia peaches were beyond sweet. These females were straight ripe.

“Spence, you know you and Alexis live in the same building, man?”

Aw, hell no!
I refused to say a word.

I looked at Fabulous. Not for a response for what I now knew she’d already known. Fabulous wasn’t oblivious to Alexis’s intentions. I understood why she didn’t want me to know. Out the corners of my eyes, I saw Alexis staring at me with a closed-lip smile. I wanted to shake my head but I knew better than to do that shit.

“Guess not,” LB said. “You ready?” he asked Alexis.

“Oh, yes. I’m definitely ready,” she said.

Fabulous said, “Alexis, James called. He wished me a happy belated fiftieth. I understand congratulations are in order.”

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Alexis said, “Bye, Mama. Spencer, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

Watching Alexis jiggle her booty out the door, in advance of my arriving at church tomorrow, silently I asked God on the spot, “Please help me, Lord.”

CHAPTER 37

Alexis

 

 

 

A
fter closing my door, LB got behind the wheel. He was silent. Again.

Second shutdown. I supposed he was waiting for me to explain why no one answered his question. Obviously, my mother didn’t want me to know. I had no idea Domino was my neighbor. Apparently it was news to Spencer as well. Knowing we were about two hundred feet from each other almost daily made sexing him more convenient.

I texted Domino,
I’m in 408.

“Still not going to tell me where we’re headed?” I asked, touching up my lipstick. I refreshed my perfume. A dab behind each ear. Never knew what new prospects may be at our destination.

“You might not want to put on too much of that fragrance,” he said. “We’re going to the Affordable Old School concert at Wolf Creek, baby! Whew!”

Okay, bipolar was one thing. I didn’t know what was going on in that dude’s head.

“You should’ve told me sooner. My mom probably has VIP tickets.” I paused, looked at LB, then continued. “Please tell me you did not get lawn tickets.”

Proudly, he said, “Yup. And I made us a tasty pasta, a salad, grilled chicken, and I premixed a special drink. Named it Lex because that rhymes with sex. And I had a dessert made especially for you.”

I refused to ask what it was. Rolling my eyes in the direction away from LB, I saw Chanel texted
Haven’t heard from you. You mad at me?

I replied,
Yes, baby

I meant,
No baby. You wore me out. I’ll call you in a few

I texted Chanel back,
Definitely,
as a message from James registered from his second cell number. He should’ve given Cleopatra that number.

I hit him with,
Where you at? Atlanta? LA?

No immediate response from him but Spencer had texted back,
I’m in 505.

Barely concealing my joy, I saved the unit number under his contact info. He was in building five. I was in four. Now it made sense. We parked on different levels, lived on separate floors.

“I’m your date. Not your phone. If you don’t want to go, I can take you home,” LB said, exiting the freeway.

Where’d that come from? No need to apologize for my divided attention. Everybody was glued to their cell phones nowadays and every person I was texting was more interesting than LB. Men did this shit all the time while on a date. They viewed naked pics, watched XXX videos, hit their main, their side, their main and their side when they were with another woman. LB shouldn’t act as though he was the exception. I knew that nigga was emptying his balls somewhere.

We were a few miles away from the park. For the first time, I kept quiet. He could decide. I was cool either way. He continued driving ahead.

I texted my mother,
Did you have two VIPs for the AOS today?

She texted back,
Yes, table seven. You want me to text Jeremy?

Hopefully, I could convince an officer to let us park in the lot next to the amphitheater. What I was not going to do was get on a shuttle or walk downhill in my stilettoes to sit my ass on grass.

I touched LB’s thigh. He smiled. Men were so ridiculously easy. “I appreciate everything you’ve done. Pull up to security.”

“Oh, you got it like that,” he said.

“Officer, he’s dropping me off,” I lied.

Moving the orange cone, the officer let us in.

“Wow, that would never work for me,” he said.

“After the night is over, you let me know if I got it like that,” I told him as my mother texted,
When you get there, go to will-call and tell Jeri Miles you’re picking up my tickets.

LB retrieved a small red cooler and a blanket from his trunk. “Leave the blanket,” I told him, leading the way.

I gave LB’s tickets away. Did as my mom told me, and we were seated at a table close to the stage.

LB said, “Dang, I need to hang out with you more often.”

No . . . you won’t.
From this night forward, LB was strictly a pay-my-bills bottom bitch, in that order.