The Dirty Divorce Part 3 (9 page)

“I was on my way out to this day party with one of my friends, you tryna hang out? I can show you how we do it in DC.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Why not? I ain’t doin’ shit.”

“Okay, you driving though,” I mentioned.

“Naw, I might have to dip out early, so I’ll just follow you.”

“Okay, scared boy.”

“Whatever.”

He smiled at me, exposing his left dimple. He was fly as hell and iced out, two things that I liked. He might’ve been like family to Marisol, but he was no family of mine. Those plans I had with Cornell later today might have to wait. Cornell was business, Javier was definitely gonna be pleasure.

Chapter 10
Rich

“Damn, girl you look sexy as shit.”

“Well, take your clothes off and show me you miss this good pussy.”

Makin’ my way across the room, all my clothes were off before I even made it to the bed.

I stopped in front of her as my throbbin’ dick stood at attention.

“Come, let me touch your tonsils,” I said.

Gettin’ on her knees, she twirled her long tongue around the tip before takin’ my entire dick in her mouth…Superhead style. I wondered if she had any reflexes in her mouth, the shit felt so good. The slurpin’ sounds and the tight feelin’ of her jaws quickly made my eyes roll to the back of my head. She sucked my dick wit’ passion, which before long made me wanna cum. As much as I tried to hold back, I couldn’t. Seconds later, I bust all in her mouth.

“You like that daddy,” she said, finally comin’ up for air.

“I love it. Now, come get on top and show me how you missed this dick.”

Jumpin’ on top, she began to rotate her hips in a slow circular motion before suddenly moving up and down like a professional Polo player. As she picked up the pace, I watched her phat, red ass bounce up against my thighs.

“That’s right, make it rain on this dick, cum for me baby.”

Suddenly, her pussy began to tighten and her breathin’ increased.

“Ahh, Rich I’m about to cum. Ahh I’m cumming,” she moaned.

“That’s right cum on this dick bitch, cum all on this dick.”

Her moans were so seductive there was no way we weren’t about to go another round. We ended up fuckin’ into the wee hours of the mornin’ before finally passin’ out.

*****

“Daddy, Daddy! You spent the night,” my daughter said early the next morning. She jumped on the bed excited to see me.

“Hey, Juanita, baby. Where’s mommy?” I asked after I noticed I was in the bed alone.

“Her downstairs cooking.”

“Say ‘she’s downstairs, not her’. Okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“You wanna go to the mall wit’ Daddy today? I wanna buy you a few things.”

Since I still hadn’t used First Lady’s credit card, it was time to do some serious splurgin’.

“Yeah! Mommy my daddy is taking me with him to the store!” she yelled when Trixie walked through the door.

“That’s great, Nita,” Trixie replied then placed a tray over my body.

Obviousssintill excited, it wasn’t long before Juanita ran out the room, leavin’ the two of us alone.

“Wow Trixie, breakfast in bed.”

She smiled. “Yeah, you put it down last night, so I had to repay you this morning.”

“Damn, steak and eggs, my favorite, too.”

“Yeah, you see…I remembered.”

After I ate breakfast and gettin’ myself together, I gave Juanita a bath and got her dressed. By the time I finished, Trixie was back in bed naked and wantin’ more. However, no matter how good Trixie was in bed, there was only so much I could take of her in one day. Even though I was back wit’ Marisol, there was somethin’ about Trixie that I just couldn’t get enough of. It was foul to be cheatin’ on someone who cared about me once again, but what could I say. I was a typical man…weak when it came to pussy. A simple visit to see my daughter had turned into a full blown sex marathon wit’ someone I vowed to never fuck again. It wasn’t planned, but as good as that shit was, I wasn’t complainin’.

“Trix, I’ma see you later on.”

She looked at me sideways. “You could at least give me some since you ain’t buying me nothing at the mall.”

“It’s not about you, it’s about my daughter.”

“You weren’t saying that shit last night while you were clogging my throat,” she shot back.

“You right, but I’m sayin’ it now. I’m about to bounce.”

“Well, I need some money.”

Suddenly, our happy rekindled romance had just hit a sour note. “Man, I ain’t givin’ you shit. I’m takin’ Juanita to the mall…nothin’ more.”

“Well, you ain’t taking her anywhere if you don’t give me any money.”

I couldn’t believe she’d gone there. “Bitch, you trippin’. See, this is why I don’t like fuckin’ you. As soon as you get some dick, you always start actin’ stupid. Here I am tryin’ to be a better father and you tryin’ to fuck that up.”

“You ain’t shit, Rich. You’re not gonna be sleeping with me and everyone else and not give me any money. I don’t know who the hell you think I am, but you know I don’t fuck for free. I never have.”

“Well Trix, your ass just took one for the team because I’m not givin’ you a dime.”

Just when she got the balls to talk shit to me the doorbell rang.

“Who is that?”

Instead of answerin’ me, she ran downstairs to see who it was, and I was right behind her. I wanted to make sure that it wasn’t some nigga. Hell, for all I knew it could’ve been that young Lil’ John lookin’ nigga comin’ for some get back. When Trixie looked through the small window by the door, then opened it, I couldn’t believe who was standin’ there.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Trixie questioned.

“Grandma put me out, so I caught a cab here. Wow, I would think you would be a lot happier to see your first born,” her daughter, Toya answered.

“You can’t just pop up here when you feel like it,” Trixie said.

“Oh, now I see why the long face. You got company.”

The attention all of a sudden was directed toward me. I hadn’t seen Toya in so long. She had really grown up, big stomach and all.

“Wait a minute, you’re pregnant?” Trixie asked wit’ a dumbfounded look.

“Naw, I just swallowed a watermelon. See, if you played mommy with both of your daughters, then you would know what was going on in my life,” Toya said as she dragged in her bags. “And don’t get mad at grandma because I made her swear not to tell you.”

Trixie placed her hands on her hips. “So, what makes you think you can just come here, especially now that you’re knocked up?”

“Cuz you got the space and you my mother, egg donor, whatever the fuck you want to call yourself these days,” Toya responded.

“Hold on, Toya. Now, be a little more respectful to your mother,” I interjected. It was like Lisa and Denie all over again and I just couldn’t take it any longer.

“You need to mind your business,” Toya snapped.

I wanted to slap the shit out of her smart-ass mouth. “Look, I know it’s been a while since you’ve seen me. We’ve never even sat down and had a real conversation, but I damn sure don’t remember you being so disrespectful.”

“Rich, right?” Toya asked like she couldn’t remember. When I shook my head, she continued. “Normally, I would have a comeback, but I actually wanna shake your hand. I hear you’re the one who killed that bastard Mike.”

“Toya, don’t start,” Trixie interrupted.

“No, I don’t know if Rich really knows the real Trixter,” Toya fired back.

Trixie tried talkin’ over Toya like she was tryin’ to hide somethin’. I silenced them both because I wanted to hear what Toya had to say.

“Hold up…first of all Miss Lady, I ain’t kill nobody. Secondly, what’s your beef wit’ your mother?” I was curious as hell.

“She put me out after she came home from work one night and caught Mike on top of me. That’s my beef. No matter how much I tried to tell her he was abusing me, she never listened. When he got me pregnant, she was done. After she took me to get an abortion, she dropped me off at my grandmother’s house and never turned back.”

At that moment it looked like Toya wanted to cry.

“So, after having one abortion, you went and got pregnant again? That was smart,” Trixie commented.

Toya shook her head. “I sure did. At least my baby is gonna love me!”

“Damn, how long are you gonna throw that shit in my face, Toya? I’m sorry that I put you out all because of Mike. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you,” Trixie said as tears began to race down her face.

I’m sure it felt like she was bein’ attacked by all of the skeletons in her closet.

“No matter how many times you say that you’re sorry, it doesn’t change how I feel. It doesn’t erase my scars.”

All of a sudden this hard-ass mutant turned into a soft little girl who obviously needed a hug.

One thing I knew was I didn’t sign up for this shit. I was officially ready to go. If I wanted to deal wit’ a hard headed teenager, I would’ve been tryin’ to reconcile wit’ Denie.

“Well, I guess y’all have some catchin’ up to do, so I’ma go ahead and roll out.”

After listenin’ to them go back and forth a few more rounds, Juanita and I finally left and headed out to Tyson’s Corner Mall.

Juanita was the spittin’ image of both me and Denie. She was such a cute little girl and her curly hair that Trixie let run wild wit’ a headband always got me attention wit’ the ladies. As soon as we got in the car, the flood of questions started. She was very talkative, and asked damn near every question her little brain could think of until we arrived at the mall thirty minutes later.

We started out at Nordstrom in Tyson’s 1. After buyin’ her a cute pair of studded flip flops and a shirt, we made our way to the men’s department so I could get me a new pair of Gucci loafers. I was so glad that First Lady still hadn’t cancelled the cards. It would’ve been embarrassing to get denied. Once Juanita got her a Ladybug pillow Pet from a kiosk in the middle of the mall, we stopped at a few more places, before I decided to go to the Apple store to check out the latest gadgets. Both me and my baby girl fell absolutely in love with the new Ipad, so since this shoppin’ spree wasn’t on my dime, I bought two of them muthafuckas along with two cases and a car charger.

Fuck you, First Lady
, I thought.
Consider this shit rent money to stay up in my crib
.

When it was time to eat, we headed across the street to Tyson’s 2, to get her a real meal. Even though Juanita had been begging for chicken nuggets since we first arrived, I wanted her to have some real food. We ended up goin’ to one of my favorite restaurants called Wildfire. Of course we couldn’t be in Tyson’s 2 without hittin’ the Juicy store. I ended up gettin’ her a cute little bathin’ suit, along with a t-shirt that ironically read,
I Heart Dad
and a charm bracelet. Once we got upstairs to the restaurant, it was a long wait, so I slipped the waitress a twenty dollar bill to ss right away. In this case I couldn’t use the credit card. Back in the day it would’ve been a hundred, but these days the twenty would have to do.

Lunch was cool wit’ my baby girl and I actually enjoyed being wit’ her. As we were leavin’ the restaurant all the waitresses had fallen in love wit’ Juanita. That girl was a chick magnet, so I could definitely get used to hangin’ out wit’ her. Gatherin’ her bag, I grabbed Juanita’s hand and started out into the mall. As we walked, a familiar laugh immediately caught my attention. I got the shock of my life when I suddenly turned around.

“What the fuck are you doin’ wit’ my daughter?” I yelled.

“Rich, mind your business, I’m good,” Denie fired back.

I could tell she was embarrassed, but there was no way I was cool wit’ her bein’ wit’ that nigga, Javier.

“So, Rich is yo’ pops?” Javier shot Denie a shockin’ look.

Denie frowned. “Hell no, I told you my father died.”

“Denie, what the fuck are you talkin’ about? Yeah, that’s my daughter, nigga. Don’t you think she’s a little too young to be fuckin’ wit’ you?” I questioned.

“I didn’t say anything about you fuckin’ wit’ my sister, so don’t worry about what the fuck me and Naomi got goin’ on,” Javier added.

“Naomi? Her name is Denie. So, what y’all a damn couple…y’all fuckin?” I hated talkin’ that way in front of Juanita again, but in this case, it was necessary. “Nigga, if you lay hands on my daughter I’ll kill you!”

Javier bit his bottom lip. “Yo’, don’t be sendin’ me no damn threats. It looks like yo’ daughter wants to be touched, and I believe I’m the dude to scratch that itch.”

“He’s just jealous. He wish his pockets were on swole like yours, boo,” Denie instigated.

She knew how to push my buttons. The mention of my financial situation sent me over the edge every time. As Denie switched her Gucci, Louis Vuitton and Saks bags into her other hand, I got even more irritated.

“Don’t worry about my bread little girl. If you keep bein’ disrespectful, I’m gonna embarrass your ass in front of your so-called man,” I warned.

“Put yo’ hands on her and see what happens,” Javier threatened.

Wit’ my gun in the car, it was a good reason why I didn’t have it on me because both of my daughters would’a witnessed me commit murder.

“Da-d-deeey!”

I had to get my temper under control when Juanita started to cry.

“Go ahead and save your new little girl because I’m good. I’m grown and not a concern of yours anymore. Come on Javier, fuck him, he ain’t worth you gong to jail,” Denie said.

As they walked away, I noticed we’d started to gain attention causin’ me to deal wit’ the situation later. Everything happened for a reason, because God knows if I didn’t have Juanita wit’ me, Denie would’ve had the taste slapped out of her mouth and Javier would be joinin’ his fuckin’ sister.

Beyond pissed, I was in no mood for kids, so when I got in the car I called Trixie to let her know I had to drop Juanita off at her hair salon. She knew by my tone not to give me a hard time. The next phone call I made was to Marisol. The reason Denie went to go live wit’ her in the first place was to get herself together. She was supposed to be guidin’ her in the right direction. I wanted to know ASAP how the fuck she’d let this happen. I called Marisol’s phone three times, but her voicemail kept pickin’ up. After the fourth time, she finally answered.