Millionaire Wives Club (14 page)

“See.” He paused. “This is the bullshit that keeps me from proposing. The moment I think I can build a life with you, you act ridiculous. I’m over here being honest with you and you’re calling me a liar. I mean, really, where are we going with this?”

“I can’t believe how you’re turning this around and blaming me when you’re the one who owes me the explanation.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation. Didn’t you tell me I had until noon to get my things? So as far as I can see what you’re telling me is that we’re not together, so it doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t matter?” she said dubiously.

“Exactly,” Trenton said for confirmation. “You said it, I didn’t. So, you know what? I agree with you and Billy badass over there. I think this is indicative of us needing some space.”

“Space?”

“Yeah, your mistrust of me is really getting to me and I can’t deal with it. I need a minute to catch myself. And since you say that I’m with somebody else, three’s a crowd. So, I’ma do my thing and you do yours. You have a son and you need to get him together before you start trying to change me.”

Before Jaise could comment her doorbell rang. She was so caught up in the mixture of hurt, pain, and pisstivity of what Trenton had just said that she didn’t think twice about snatching the door open without asking who was there. She simply assumed it was the Salvation Army, so she pointed to the boxes without ever looking up.

Jaise continued on with Trenton. “Let me tell you something—”

“I’m not doing this with you, Jaise,” Trenton said sternly. “Good-bye.” And he hung up.

She immediately called back and his voice mail picked up. “I don’t believe this shit!” she screamed, throwing her phone across the room.

“Ah, should … I come back?” a male voice floated over her shoulder. “Or do you welcome all your guests this way?”

Jaise jumped. She’d forgotten that quickly that she’d let someone into her house. She anxiously turned around and noticed it was Detective Asante. “You scared me!” She folded her arms under her breasts.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“What are you doing here? He just left and he’s in trouble that quick?! I told him that he had one more chance and I was gon’ kick his ass all over this goddamn earth!”

“Well—”

“I tell you what, I hope you brought two pair of handcuffs because when I’m done busting him up, you gon’ need to charge me.”

“Listen, your son isn’t in trouble that I know of.”

“So what are you here for?” Jaise said, hating that her mind kept focusing on how fine the detective was, especially since she had just been dumped less than five minutes ago. There was no way she was this fuckin’ easy. Surely her constant dead ends with men hadn’t reduced her to being a floozy.

“I just came to drop off an invitation to you. I run a youth empowerment group called Each One, Teach One—”

“And?”

“And I wanted to extend the invitation to your son. Every week we have someone different, usually a hip-hop star, come and talk to the group about being positive, staying focused, and believing in dreams.”

“Umm-hmm.” She looked at him suspiciously. “Do you drop by everyone’s house that you arrest and let them into your community activism? What you tryna get credit for, lowering the recidivism rate? Or is this a tax write-off?”

“Run that past me again.”

“Understand this: Jabril is not going back to jail, and just because I’m doing this million-dollar housewives shit”—she pointed toward the camera operators, who were smiling at the complete contradiction she was living—“doesn’t give you permission to come seek a donation from me.”

Detective Asante shot Jaise a look that instantly let her know he didn’t appreciate her sarcasm. “I didn’t ask you for a donation.” He stepped into her space. “I wanted to inform you of something uplifting for your kid, because I felt like he needed it.”

“He needed it? Do we look like we need uplifting?” She pointed around her house. “Do you see how well we live?”

“And what does that mean when your son is out throwing illegal tantrums because he’s trying to get your attention?”

“Don’t tell me about my son!” She pointed into the detective’s face.

“Look, maybe this was a bad idea. I just thought you’d be interested in being part of the solution.”

“Are you saying that I’m part of the problem?” Jaise placed her hand on her hip.

“I’m saying you need to lighten up.” He stepped closer to her.

“Excuse you, Detective?”

“Why are you so tense—?”

“How about you arrested my kid. That’s enough for me to be tense.” She tossed her neck in motion.

“What he did was illegal. He needed to be arrested. So you need to calm down.”

Jaise fanned her face, and if it wasn’t for a sin and a shame she’d unbutton his shirt and run her hands through his chest hair. Jaise took a step closer to him and their eyes combed each other’s bodies.

“Look” Detective Asante said as he quickly stroked her cheek, “no foul, no harm.” He took a step back. “But I will leave this with you. If you would stop being so tight and relax, then you might actually see when someone really means well.”

“Well, who is that? Somebody looking for me?” A voice came from behind Detective Asante. Jaise looked up and Trenton was walking in her front door.

“You don’t knock?” Jaise hated that her judgment was suddenly clouded.

“You wanna introduce me to your friend?”

“No.”

“Oh,” Trenton said, taken aback, “so you don’t give me five minutes to be outta your life before I’m replaced?”

“I don’t replace, I upgrade.” Jaise gave Trenton a snide smile. “Trenton, this is…” She pointed to the detective and suddenly realized she didn’t know his first name.

“I’m Bilal.” Detective Asante shot Jaise a look and then held his hand out to Trenton. “How are you?”

Trenton left Bilal hanging and looked at Jaise. “So you into gang members now. I see he has a gun on his hip.”

Detective Asante laughed slightly. He walked over to Jaise. “Remember
what I said.” He kissed her on the forehead before he turned to leave.

A chill shot through Jaise’s body as she watched the detective disappear from her sight.

“So what the hell was that?” Trenton snapped.

As Jaise turned around, suddenly she felt on top again. Trenton seeing Bilal had melted him back into the palm of her hand. At least for this moment she could take a deep breath and relax. “I’m not dignifying that,” she said as she headed up to her bedroom with everyone following her.

“What the hell do you mean? So were you seeing him this whole time? Have you been using me?” Trenton slammed the bedroom door in the camera crew’s faces.

“Good question, Trenton,” Jaise said walking into her closet and pulling out a tight-fitting black spaghetti-strap dress and pumps. “Considering you’ve been using me.”

Jaise stepped into the shower. She could hear him talking to her through the water and steam, but she ignored him, doing her all not to laugh.

“You’re not going any-damn-where, Jaise!” Trenton demanded.

“Oh yeah,” she said, stepping out of the shower, naked, with water dripping over her smooth brown skin. She could tell by looking into Trenton’s face as well as at the mountain rising in his pants that he was turned on. He walked over to her and held her hands. “Why are you doing this?” he asked softly against her neck and kissed her lightly. “I get it.” He kissed her collarbone. “I understand that you were hurt. And I know I acted like an asshole.”

“Whatever, Trenton. You take me for granted and I’m tired of it.” She loved the way his roaming hands felt all over her body.

“No, I care about you, I really do.” He caressed her breasts. “But I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay here with me and we’re going to work things out. Okay?” He eased down her belly and started sucking her inner thighs.

Jaise could no longer take it. She was always weak when her pussy sat in Trenton’s face.

“You gon’ leave?” He licked her soaking wet clit.

Jaise didn’t respond and the only sound that could be heard was his tongue lapping between her thighs.

“Answer me.” He sucked her clit, causing her knees to buckle.

No answer, only moans.

“You want me to stop?” He licked her melting cream.

“No.”

“You still want us to part?”

Silence.

“Answer me.” He licked.

“No.” Her voice trembled.

“And I don’t want you seeing that man again.”

“Yes, baby,” she said as she started to cum. “Oh yes.”

After Trenton licked, sucked, and ate Jaise’s cream he carried her to the bed, where he lay on top of her and pushed his dick in. Usually Jaise would wince from pleasure, but this time instead of feeling his sweet hardness all she felt was the weight of his body.

He lifted Jaise’s legs over his right shoulder and she watched him pleasure himself while she thought about how she was falling back into the same black hole again. Suddenly she couldn’t breathe and she needed him to hurry up and finish so she could put her mixed emotions and feelings in check.

“Oh baby!” she screamed in an effort to hurry him along. “Get that pussy!” She watched his face contort as he stroked faster. “Damn, work that big dick. Shit, this dick is so big.”

“It’s that big, baby?”

“The biggest.”

“Bigger than that niggah’s?”

Jaise didn’t answer, because although she didn’t know, she doubted it. Besides, Trenton wasn’t the biggest; he was average. It was his money and the possibility that he would be able to help
her maintain her comfortability that made his Johnson seem like a boulder. “Let me ride you,” she said.

“Yeah, you wanna feel that dick, don’t you? Grrrr.” he growled, and Jaise curled her lip in disgust. She’d just fucked him the other day and she had no memory of his ever doing this. It was obvious he had his women confused; growling must’ve been what the other chick liked.

They switched positions and within a matter of minutes of her bucking her hips, she looked into his face. “Grrr,” he growled again, and then as if God had finally answered her prayer the mountain deflated and a river of warmth was running between her legs.

“If you would learn how to act, I would wait for you to cum sometimes,” he said as he rose from the bed and went into the bathroom.

“Excuse me,” the Salvation Army worker said to Jabril as he walked up the brownstone stairs, taking two at a time, “do you live here?”

“Yeah, why?”

“We’re here to pick up a donation someone called us about earlier.”

“Oh, I got you,” Jabril said as he opened the door and showed the worker where the packed boxes were. Trenton may not have lived there, but he had tons of things. Jabril smiled and even helped the worker tote boxes to the van and when he was done, he tipped him. “That’s for some needy family.” He smiled before returning inside to the entertainment room, where he grabbed the remote and flopped down on the couch. He placed his feet on the coffee table, channel-surfed, and started spitting a rhyme stuck in his head.

Just then Trenton walked past him with a beer in his hand, no shirt on, and a pair of Joe boxers with smiling faces all over his ass.
Jabril was speechless. Trenton walked over to the couch, sat down, and placed his feet beside Jabril’s on the coffee table. “Let me tell yo’ punk ass somethin’,” Trenton said. “I don’t like you. And when you get eighteen you leaving this motherfucker.” He pointed into Jabril’s face. “I’m the one hittin’ ya mama off, so I run this here spot. And the next time you get arrested I’ma make sure your mama leaves you there.”

Before Jabril could open his mouth, Jaise was standing in the doorway. She threw Jabril a look and said, “I got this.” She threw Trenton his clothes. “Get out! And don’t ever come back.”

“What?” Trenton was caught off guard.

“That’s my child,” Jaise said, “and I will not have you talking to him any kind of way.”

“If you don’t go and sit your desperate ass down and behave you will find yourself manless.”

“I became manless when I met you.”

“Now you hittin’ below the belt, Jaise. Don’t call me beggin’”—he stood up—“because you know this is over, right?”

“Did you just get the motherfuckin’ hint, or what?”

“I tell you what,” Trenton snorted, “I’ma leave when I get good and goddamn ready to.” He flopped back down. “If you want me to leave, you’ll be moving me and this damn couch.”

Jabril rose to his feet. “I will throw you and this couch out!” He grabbed Trenton by the arm.

“Let me tell you somethin’!” Trenton turned around as if he were going to run up on Jabril.

“Try it,” Jaise begged, “’cause we jumps motherfuckers up in here. So bring it and we gon’ whup yo’ ass!”

“Please bring it on!” Bridget cringed. “I’m about to piss all in my pants.”

“Ma, you ain’t got to argue with this wanksta,” Jabril said, shoving Trenton out onto the stoop, causing him to leave a trail of clothes and one of his shoes behind him. “And don’t bring yo’ ass back!”

“This is some bullshit!” Trenton screamed, as Bridget and Carl rushed to the door to film him walking down the snowy street with nothing but his underwear on. “Trick!”

“I got your trick!” Jaise opened the window and threw the remaining shoe directly at his head.

“Don’t let me see you again!” Trenton screamed.

Jaise watched Trenton disappear from sight and then she looked at Jabril. She knew that a thousand thoughts were running through his mind.

Wrapped like a cyclone in a plush white terry-cloth robe, with nothing underneath, Jaise stood before her son, knowing she had to explain the best way she could that although she was his mother, she was also a woman, and the woman in her was what was so fucked up. “Listen, I’m trying, okay?” She felt tears bubbling in her eyes again. “And I really need you to swing this with me. I’m not perfect, and I know you’ve seen me dogged and fucked up, crying and carrying on. And I know I spent most of your life telling you not to be like the men I keep choosing, but I’m trying to get this right … I am … So,” she continued, tears sliding down her cheeks, “I just need you to give me a chance.”

“You don’t have to cry, Ma. You know I got you.”