Cali gasped while Enya covered her mouth with her hands. Bria felt like she was so unworthy of anything at this point. She’d never committed an act to purposely hurt someone. Lo was hurt. She knew by how he had aggressively beat Dough that she had fucked him over.
“How the hell did you get caught? Damn, Bria, haven’t I taught you the game?”
Enya gave Cali a side eye. “You still out here cheating?”
Cali rolled her eyes. “Girl, this ain’t about me right now. This is about Bria’s green ass. How did you get caught?”
Shrugging, she confessed, “I don’t know. All I know is that he came home the next night asking me to ride somewhere with him. We get to some building, and Dough is tied up. I can’t get the scenes out of my head.”
“Oh, hell no. You need to get away from Michael Myers before he kills your ass,” Cali declared.
“Did he touch you?” Enya quizzed.
Bria shook her head.
“So, after he beat Dough, what did he do?”
Bria stalled because this part of the story was going to sound unbelievable.
“…He took us home. He put me in the shower and washed me up. Afterward, we got in bed, and he fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before.”
Enya slapped her hands against the table, rattling the silverware. Meanwhile Cali cackled, holding her chest as if Bria was doing stand-up comedy.
“How the hell did you get aroused after what he did to Dough?” Enya leaned in closer. “Did he rape you?”
“What?” Bria hissed. “Absolutely not.”
“So, he didn’t have sex with you against your own will?” Enya asked once more.
“No, he asked, and I said yes,” Bria fumed.
Enya nodded. “Well, let’s go back to my original question. How did you get wet after he did what he did?”
Briefly, Bria closed her eyes as her reverie replayed her time in the shower. Then it led to the moment Lo inserted his beautiful thickness inside her. That had to be love at first fuck. There was nothing better than him having his way with her body. That’s the only time she felt safe with him.
“We were in the shower and—”
“You saw that big-ass dick and couldn’t resist,” Cali finished her sentence. “I don’t mean to do too much but your husband walk like he got a big dick. He look like he’ll fuck the shit out of a bitch. So, how was it?”
“Amazing.” Bria smirked.
Enya peered at her in curiosity. “Sis, blink if you need help.”
Bria blinked like a baby doll, provoking them both to laugh.
“I’m being serious.” Enya chuckled.
“Me too. He’s upset with me. I stepped out, and I shouldn’t have, but he wasn’t giving me what I needed. You know how much it hurts for your husband to ignore and reject you. I needed someone and Dough was the person who I ran to in my time of need.”
“And now you done got that man beat. Is he still alive?”
“I don’t know.” Bria shrugged. “But fuck him. He was bragging to everybody about having sex with me.”
Cali shook her head. “You're probably his first bad bitch, so he had to tell the crew.”
“That don’t make it right.”
“I feel you,” Cali agreed. “It’s good he got his ass beat then. Shouldn’t have been running his mouth.”
