The Candy Shop (20 page)

“Ahhhhh . . .baby, I’m about to cum!” he warned me and started pumping himself in me faster.

“Damn right, baby! Cum in this ass!” I demanded.

And then bomb! Like a rocket, this young boy shot his shit off clean inside of me. And by the time he was done jacking off in me, I had already counted from one to twenty. So, that let me know that home boy was filled up. Shit, he could’ve given me a set of twins with all that cum he had draining out of my ass. It felt like my asshole was a running faucet, because it kept coming and coming. And when he realized this, thankfully he handed me a towel and it worked. But after a while, I ended up going to the bathroom anyway to freshen up. My days of not washing my ass were over. And you can betcha last dollar on that, too!

After Papoose busted his nut off in me, he ordered a movie from the In-Demand channel, so we laid back in the bed and stayed up for another two hours until he drifted off to sleep. By this time, the sun was about to come up, and when I looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was almost six a.m., I suddenly got a burst of energy and began to make plans to leave the room for a few hours. But before I left, I knew I was gonna have to make sure he was in a deep sleep because if I didn’t, then he was gonna take the car keys from me and cuss my ass out. So, I waited another whole hour and when I heard him snoring, I slipped on a blue jean skirt, a cute little top, and a pair of sandals, grabbed the hotel key, and crept out the door.

When I got in my car and started driving away, I began to feel a sense of freedom. It felt good, too. But what was going to feel even better was when I finally got a chance to see my best friend after all this time.

I was shocked to find her at home when I knocked on the door. I thought I was gonna have to ride up and down the street, looking for her busy body. So, when she opened up the door and I saw the condition she was in, I immediately got filled up with emotions.

“Oh my, God! Look at you,” I said as I embraced her.

While I was hugging her, she said, “You know that son of a bitch did this to me!”

I released her from my embrace and asked her who she was talking about, even though I had already heard the story.

“I’m talking about that punk-ass nigga, Papoose.”

“Papoose did this to you?” I asked her, trying to act surprised as I examined the black eyes and busted lip.

“I’m surprised that woman beater didn’t tell you,” she continued as she closed the front door behind us.

“Nah, he didn’t tell me anything.”

“Well, I thought he did. That’s why you came ’round here.”

“Nah, I came around here because I had been trying to call you, but your phone is off,” I began to explain as we took a seat at the kitchen table.

“Yeah, it’s been off for a while now.”

“So, what have you been doing while I’ve been gone?”

“You know, the same ole shit!”

“How far along are you?” I asked her, looking down at her round tummy.

“I’m almost six months.”

“Have you found out what you’re having?”

“Nah,” she replied uninterested.

“Why not?” I pressed the issue.

“Well, because for one, I ain’t been to the doctor yet.”

“Oh shit, Teresa, you mean to tell me you haven’t had any prenatal care yet?”

“How am I gon’ be able to see somebody when I ain’t even got a lick of health insurance?”

“You can go to the free clinic. And if you want me to, I can take you down there this morning.”

“Nah, that’s all right,” she said as she peered over at her kitchen wall. “I’ll get down there sometime later on this week.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah, I promise,” she replied, but not in a convincing way.

So, I perceived it as if she wanted me to leave well enough alone, and that’s what I did. But, before I could jump into another subject, she beat me to the punch and made the comment, “I see that nigga is taking care of you.”

“Yeah, he’s doing okay,” I replied, trying desperately not to sound boastful.

“Well, just take one long look at my face, because he’s gon’ do the same shit to you as soon as you piss him off!”

“No he’s not. Because I’m not gonna have it.”

“And whatcha gon’ do, stop him?”

“Listen, Teresa, men know who they can put their hands on from the very beginning. So, when you lay the laws down up front, you won’t have any problems.”

“Yeah, okay. Don’t fool yourself.”

“Trust me, I’m not,” I assured her and gradually turned my head to look around the kitchen.

“Well, for your sake, I hope you’re right!” Teresa continued.

“Look, Tee, please stop dwelling on that. Because I wouldn’t dare let a man put their hands on me like they do you. And just in case it did happen, that motherfucker will be put behind bars.”

“Oh, you ain’t gotta worry about that,” she began to say, “because just this morning, I took my ass downtown and took out warrants on that sorry motherfucker you laying up with, and his stupid ass friends.”

Hearing Teresa tell me she had just come back from taken out warrants on Papoose and his friends instantly gave me the chills, because I knew she had just signed her death certificate. So, I wanted to warn her, but I knew if I did that, then I would be endangering my own life. And I had too much to live for, so I elected to give her a small piece of advice instead.

“I hope you haven’t told anybody else you did that.”

“Nah, you’re the only person who knows,” she assured me.

“Well, do yourself a favor and don’t tell nobody else.”

“I’m not. I’m just gon’ let the police run up on that bastard, like they did that nigga who killed my brother.”

“Oh shit! They caught him?”

“Yeah. The detective came by here last week and told me they caught him coming out of his girlfriend’s house the night before they came here.”

“Ahh man, I know you and your family was happy to get that news.”

“Well, yes and no. Because if the police don’t hurry up and find the lady who promised to testify against Bing Bing, then that asshole could go free.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I said with disappointment.

“No, I’m not. That’s why I am not taking no more shit off these niggas ’round here. And I mean it.”

“Well, you know you’re gonna need to stay out of Grandy Park, now that the police is looking for Papoose?”

“Yeah, I know that.”

“Well, where are you going to go when you wanna score?”

“I got other spots I go to.”

“Well, good. Because I don’t need to be hearing about you getting beat up again.”

“Oh, that ain’t gon’ ever happen again!” she replied sarcastically.

She and I chatted for a few more minutes and then I told her that I had to be going, because I wanted to make another stop before I went back to the hotel room.

“What hotel y’all in?” she asked me in a very cunning way.

But, I caught on to her tactics and brushed her off with a lie by telling her we were way out at a Holiday Inn in Newport News. I did this because I wasn’t going to allow her to use me to get Papoose locked up.

And besides, I wasn’t ready to give him up that easily. His dick was too good, he looked out for me with his meth connection, and I had somewhere to lay my head and didn’t have to worry about the water and lights being cut off. Now, what more could I ask for at that point? Unless it was to go back to the house me and my husband built. Other than that, I was fine right where I was. But, she would never know that. So, as I was about to leave out of her domain, she asked me for a few dollars. And when I told her that I didn’t have a dime on me, she acted like she refused to believe it.

“You mean to tell me that you’re laying up in the fucking Holiday Inn, with a nigga who sells plenty of dope, and you ain’t got one red cent in your pocket?”

“I just told you I snuck out of the room and forgot to bring my handbag.”

“So, whatcha saying is that you can bring me some money back?”

“No, I’m not saying that. Because when I leave here, I’m going my house to see if Eric will let me see Kimora and then after that, I’m going straight back to the room.”

“So, you ain’t coming back out no time soon?”

“No, I’m not.”

“So, when am I gonna see you again?”

“I don’t know. But, hopefully it’ll be soon,” I told her, and then I kissed her on the cheek and left.

Timing couldn’t be better for me to drive up and see Eric and Kimora walk out the front door. And believe me when I tell you that my face lit up. But, what was more enjoyable was the fact that he was so busy trying to strap her down in her car seat, he didn’t even hear me until after I got out of my car and closed the door. “Good morning!” I said in a cheerful voice, as I began to walk toward his vehicle.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Kimora yelled after she turned around to see who had spoken.

“Hi, baby!” I replied as I rushed over toward them both.

But, Eric had a different plan in mind because when he saw me moving toward them, he left Kimora sitting alone in the backseat and met me before I even got within five feet of her. “What are you doing?” he didn’t hesitate to ask me.

“I came to see my baby,” I told him as I peered over his shoulders to get a better look at Kimora.

“But, didn’t I tell you that you couldn’t come around here anymore?” he tried to whisper.

“Yeah, but it was under the condition that I get myself together, and I have.”

“When, Faith?”

“Eric, I’ve been clean for over three weeks now. I mean, can’t you see a difference?”

“How did you get clean?” His questions continued, without him even answering mine.

“I checked myself into this hospital,” I lied and said. “And what they’ve done is put me on methadone to kick my heroin addiction, and it’s been working.”

“Well, that’s great,” he commented with little enthusiasm.

But before I could make a comment with regards to his applause for my early achievements, a tall, dark-skinned woman who looked like she could be the model type, stood at the front door with her hair flowing over her shoulders, dressed in a black fitted business skirt and a white silk blouse. She made her presence known by calling his name. So, he looked back at her and said, “Yes?”

And she replied to him by saying, “Do you have everything you need before I lock the door?”

“Yeah,” he told her and then he turned his attention back to me.

And right about then, I was fucking pissed. So, I didn’t hesitate to ask him who she was. And he didn’t hesitate to respond.

“That’s none of your business.” he replied cold-heartedly.

“You’re a fucking lie! It is my business, especially when she’s standing in the foyer of my house.”

“Look, I’m not gonna argue with you!” he replied abruptly and turned to walk away from me.

But, I followed down behind him because I was determined to find out who this woman was, one way or another. “Eric, who is she?” I pressed on.

So, he stopped in his tracks shy of two feet from Kimora and turned back around to face me. “She’s a friend,” he told me in a perturbed manner.

“What kind of friend?” My questions continued. “And what is her name?”

“Why? I mean, does it matter?”

“You damn right it matters!” I expressed. “Especially, since you got her around my damn daughter!”

“Well, where were you when my lawyer and I stood before the judge a week ago to have the separation hearing?”

“Wait a minute, no one told me about no hearing.”

“Well, the subpoena was mailed to Teresa’s house a couple days after you took your things out of the garage.”

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t get it.”

“Well, I’m sorry too,” he said and tried to walk off again.

“Wait a minute, you still haven’t told me who she is.”

Eric took a death breath and exhaled. “She’s my attorney, okay?”

“Oh, so you’re fucking your attorney now?” I blurted out with mere frustration because by then I was more than pissed; I was insulted.

“Please don’t do this right now!” he begged me in a low whisper as this woman started walking toward his vehicle with briefcase in hand.

“You know what, I am so tired of doing things when it’s fucking convenient for you!” I yelled. “You never give me the benefit of doubt. It’s always your fucking way or no way at all, and I’m sick of it.”

“Eric, is everything all right?” I heard her ask him in a low but noticeable tone.

So, I peered over his shoulder with the evilest expression I could muster up and said, “What are you, his fucking bodyguard?”

“No, but I’m his attorney,” she continued in her firm but soft-spoken voice.

“Okay, Ms. Attorney, what might your name be?” I struck back in a cocky manner.

“I’m Kimberlie Latimer,” she told me as she opened up the car door.

“Oh yeah, well I’m his wife, Faith,” I told her.

So, she smiled and said, “I know who you are.”

“Oh really?” I said as my mind started racing. “Now that seems kind of odd, knowing that I know nothing about you.”

“Well, it’s simple,” she began to explain, as she stuck her brief case on the front seat and started walking in my direction. Now, by this time, Eric had excused himself to go and check on Kimora, who by this time was calling my name. And as bad as I wanted to attend to her, I just couldn’t shake the opportunity of digging deep into this high-class dick sucker. So, I met her halfway and when we came face to face with one another, she continued by saying, “First of all, he’s my client, so that means we work very closely together. And second, he’s a very emotionally caught-up type of guy, so I’m also here to counsel him, if you will.”

“Ahhh, that’s so touching!” I replied sarcastically, “But, what I need to know is, are you two fucking each other?”

“I’m sorry, but I will not answer that,” she told me flat out.

“What, you got something to hide?” I pressed the issue.

“No. But, that’s just not my place to say. You need to ask him,” she insisted.

No, this bitch didn’t just tell me it wasn’t her place to tell me whether or not she’s fucking my husband. What the hell is she doing, taking the attorney-client privilege clause to heart? Or is this bitch afraid I will railroad the both of their asses, when everything is all said and done?