You're the One I Want (9 page)

Deanthony was leaning against my Cadillac Escalade with his arms and feet crossed. “Everything was all good at the party.”

“That was all a put-on.”

I stood there, feeding him one lie after the next about Bree and Kashawn. I deserved an Academy Award for my performance. I could tell how heated Deanthony was getting. Now I wasn't the only one he wanted to kill.

“I mean, no disrespect to your brother, but—”

“Fuck 'Shawn!”

I paused for a moment to let him stew under the white-hot fire of my lies.

“What's the plan?”

“Kashawn doesn't know it yet, but he's going to cheat on Bree.”

“How do you figure that?”

“Her name's Katiesha. She owes me a favor. This bitch can get anyone into bed and she's got mad deep-throat skills.”

“I know her. Real low class. She's got a place over on Pepper Drive. I hear she charges something like a grand an hour.”

I pulled out a fat ball of cash. “I got it covered. Trust.”

“So that's why you want me to take Bree to dinner, so you can get Katiesha in their crib.”

“You're not as dumb as you look.”

“And how do you expect Bree to come out with me?”

“Damn, Deanthony, if I have to think of everything, what the fuck do I need you for? Sweet-talk her, tell her you're sorry for pulling that high school, crank-call bullshit you did, and that you want to make it up to her. Hell, take her out for doughnuts or something, just make sure you get her out of the house. You can
be real convincing when you want to be, something people don't know about you.” Flattery doesn't just get you everywhere, but it gets weak-minded men like Deanthony exactly where you want them.

“So you ain't trippin' about this Katiesha chick fucking Kashawn?”

“It's a small price to pay considering when this shit is all over, I will have your brother. I'm going to need you two to stay away from the house for a couple of hours. I'll text you when it's cool for you to bring her back.”

“You ain't gonna do nothin' crazy to hurt Kashawn, right?”

“Like I said, I'm just out here to make sure we both get what we want. After we lay the groundwork tonight in splitting Bree and your brother up, everything will be butter. After tonight, she's not going to want to be in the same damn ZIP code as Kashawn.”

“You just make sure this shit doesn't get away from you.”

“Quitcha bitchin'. I told you I have everything under control.”

“I'll go by the house today and see what's up with Bree,” Deanthony said.

“I'm supposed to be meeting up with Katiesha tonight with the money to discuss the details.”

“Let me know if she's down or not.”

“Oh, she'll be down once I stick this wad of money in her face.”

If Deanthony knew what was good for him, he'd stick to the plan. If he fucked me over on this, I was going to flour and deep-fry his ass, Tangela-style.

I
hated to do this to Bree. Well, almost. She was out of town in Atlantic City with one of her hoochie stripper friends the night Kashawn and I hooked up. You would think the bitch would get a better class of friends once she married into money and didn't have to shake her ass in the faces of old white dudes for chump change. She and Kashawn had gotten into one of their knockout drag-outs about who knew what. Bree had the nerve to ask me to take care of Kashawn while she went off to gamble away his money he worked so hard for. She was making the shit way too easy.

“I know you're busy with your photo shoots and all that for the magazine, but if you could just roll through every now and again, see how he's doing.”

Of course, I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to bend Kashawn's ear about his doting wife. The night before Bree was to return from Atlantic City, I went by the house to check on Kashawn, but not before I freshened up a little, put on one of my favorite outfits that would accentuate my titties and other…
assets.
I took one look at myself in my vanity and knew for damn sure that if he resisted this, he was out of his mind. When I arrived at their house in Ox Bottom Manor, I felt him give me the look-over, ripping my clothes off with those pretty brown eyes. Married or not, he was a man who knew a fine-ass bitch when one was standing on his doorstep.

I pampered Kashawn all that weekend: keeping the house clean that I should have been sharing with him instead of Bree, cooking, as well as washing and ironing his clothes. Hell, I even ironed the man's socks and drawers. I made sure he didn't want for nothing. We spent the weekend finding out new things about one another, like him being a die-hard fan of Allison Hobbs' novels. I still hadn't gotten my copy of
Big Juicy Lips
back yet, but I didn't sweat the shit, considering I'd read the book fifty-eleven times. I noticed the book sticking out of Bree's pocketbook a week ago when we lunched at Bella Bella. That night, Kashawn and I stuffed ourselves to the gills from the lasagna I had prepared for dinner.

“Damn, ma, I didn't know you could throw down in the kitchen like that,” he said as we made our way to the living room with two glasses of red wine. We settled on the white leather sofa I helped Bree pick out at Aaron's Furniture.

“Oh, I'm full of surprises,” I said with a sinister tone.

“Bree doesn't even cook like that.”

“I didn't think she cooked at all.”

“She does all right. She's gotten better since we got married.”

“Yeah, I saw all the cookbooks in the kitchen drawer.” We both grinned at Bree's sorry-ass attempts at being
Top Chef.

“You can't blame her for trying.”

“Back when Bree and I were roomies, that girl could barely boil rice without burning it to a crisp, kept the apartment smoked up. So much so I had to disconnect the fire alarm.”

I loved when Kashawn laughed. He had the prettiest white teeth.

“That would explain the burnt smell I would get a whiff of whenever I walked into the apartment.”

He looked and smelled so good. I wanted to lick the skin off his body. Simple fact is that Bree didn't deserve a man who treated her like a queen, who worshipped the ground her man-stealing ass walked on.

“You want a little more wine?” Kashawn asked.

“Just a little.”

He poured more in both of our glasses. “You know, I owe you an apology.”

“For what?” I asked.

“That night at Club Rehab. I was about to walk over and talk to you that night.”

“So why didn't you, silly?”

“I honestly don't know. Would you believe that I was shy?”

“You? Noooo,” I teased.

“I've never had much luck with women. Even though Deanthony and I look alike, he was more of the chick magnet. Y'all like that bad boy image. If girls were into me, it was either so they could get closer to my brother, or they would pay me to do their homework.”

“Well, if it's any consolation, I think you're hotter than Deanthony. Looks and a big dick can only get you so far. Look at you. You're a surgeon at one of the best hospitals in the country, you have a gorgeous home, and a great wife. You have a shitload more going for you than your brother.”

“You think I'm hot, huh?” Kashawn asked, taking a sip of wine.

“Oh, smoking hot. Have-the-whole-crib-burning-down hot.”

Kashawn and I chuckled.

“I always thought you were pissed about what went down at Rehab that night.”

“That was a long time ago, Kashawn. I'm not the kind of woman who holds grudges.”

“I guess Bree told you that we've been having problems?”

“Yeah, but show me a marriage that doesn't have its troubles.”

“Seems like all we do is fight.”

“I know Bree can be a bit rough around the edges sometimes.”

Kashawn turned to me and asked, “How so?”

“I mean, coming from the lifestyle of stripping, she's not used to being so… domesticated.”

“I don't see our marriage as that at all.”

“Oh, of course not. It's just that maybe she's grown a little weary of cooking and cleaning, which would explain her trip to Atlantic City. It's never enough for her sometimes, nothing is. She can have a ravenous appetite in trying to get what she wants, you feel me?”

“I guess so, yes.”

I watched as the seed of disillusionment set into Kashawn's mind.

“So how come you're still walking around here single?”

“I guess I haven't found the right man yet.” I couldn't have smeared the bullshit on any thicker.

“I do regret not walking over to you in the club that night. Maybe things would have been a lot different.”

Kashawn's face was only inches away from mine.

“You can't help who you fall in love with,” I said.

Kashawn moved in closer. I was about to get a kiss from the man of my wet dreams. Back when he used to spend the night with Bree, I used to masturbate under the covers, hearing them fuck behind the tissue paper-thin walls that separated us, wishing that it was me he was deep-dicking. Kashawn's lips felt like warm butter against my own. He slipped me some tongue, but I didn't object. I grazed his crotch to feel a bulge that tented his jeans. My heart was beating like an African drum in my chest with the disbelief that this shit was going down.

Kashawn fought to undo the pea-sized buttons that ran down my blouse. He got tired and tore open my top, causing buttons to pop loose, bouncing on the plate glass of the coffee table Bree had imported from Anthropologie in New York. He flicked at my chocolate chip nipples with the point of his tongue before he sucked them hard past his lips and white teeth into his mouth. He made
my sex-charged body quiver, easing a hand up along the inside of my left thigh until he reached my spot. Kashawn teased the lips of my pussy with his digits before he entered me. I wrapped my legs around him like a vise as he sucked each of my breasts, as he fingered my sugar.

Payback's a bitch and her name is Tangela Charlise Meeks,
I thought as Bree pranced into my head.

Kashawn went for my panties, peeling them off my plump thighs, down to my gold stiletto, platform fuck-me pumps. The Victoria's Secret drawers snagged onto one of the ten-inch heels. This shit was on and popping. My tight black skirt was hiked above my booty. I was half-ass naked with a soaking wet pussy that was down for whatever Kashawn had in mind. He wasted no time moving down south. Fuck yeah. I thought I was going to nut as soon as I felt the tip of his tongue hit my spot. This brother started doing things with his tongue I didn't know were humanly possible.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “I want to feel that dick inside me.”

Kashawn ignored me and kept eating me out. I basked in the idea of Bree coming home and smelling my pussy on her man's dick, a bitch marking her territory, so to speak. I wanted him to fuck a hole through me that night, but with the serious pussy-eating skills Kashawn was throwing down, I didn't give a damn either way.

Damn, boy, you better get this tongue insured. Full coverage for eating pussy.
That night, I had never came so hard in my life.

“Shit, girl, you're a skirter?”

“I am now.”

Kashawn rose up from between my thighs, his face wet with my juices. I wasn't content until I got his dick wet. I don't play that one-sided reciprocation shit. I'm a lady who's about pleasing her man. I unzipped Kashawn's jeans as he undid the clasp.

I hooked my sin-red nails behind the elastic ring of his tight-whites
and edged them down until Kashawn's thick piece popped free. The veins that ran along his dark-chocolate shaft were like thunderbolts. The fat dick head resembled a chocolate heart if admired from a certain angle. Kashawn looked to be about ten inches, maybe eleven. I wasted no time throwing my lips to his appendage that hung between his muscled thighs. I held the base of his dick between my index and fuck-you finger. My red-hot nail polish juxtaposed with pitch-black crotch hair.

“Suck that dick.”

Nothing gets me more horned up than when a man talks dirty to me. I sucked the head of Kashawn's dick as if there was a sweet center I was trying to get to. I eased my lips like a dick-ring around his shit until his pubes tickled my nose.

“Deep-throat me.” I took him until his heart-shaped dick head kissed the back of my throat. “Yeah, like that. That feels good.”

If Kashawn's dick was this tasty, I could have only imagined how he felt balls-deep in my pussy. I looked up at him as I worked his dick with fire-engine-red lips. I sucked until I felt him tense in my mouth. Within seconds, torrents of cum filled me. I throated his juice like the all-day dick sucker I was. I swigged a little wine to wash Kashawn down.

“Fuck, I needed that,” he said, out of breath.

I knew then that sucking dick was a duty Ms. Wifey was not living up to. It goes to show that you don't always have to be a fly on the wall to know what's going on in people's lives. Kashawn and I spent the rest of the night talking as if he was never facedown between my legs.

I
should have choked the hell out of her. How in the hell did she know about the shit I did in L.A.? I'm going to get that tape if I have to beat it out of her. I'll go with Tangela on this plan for now until I get what I want, but then after that, all bets are off.

When I walked back in the house, the screen door slamming behind me, Mama Liz was hot on my heels.

“What the hell did she want?” She followed me down the hall that led to my bedroom.

“She just wanted to ask me for a favor, Ma, that's all.” I shut the door behind her, in Mama Liz's face. I was pissed and in no mood for her insistent nagging and complaining.