“Did you see some dookie come out of my butt?” Synthia spoke, silencing the silence between us.
The moment wasn’t awkward, but both of us were gliding on a euphoric high, figuring out what the fuck just happened. Grant it, I wanted another round, feeling famished and yearning for her body, but she wasn’t looking up to it. She’d showered, now naked, cuddling in the bed, drifting off in our thoughtsas I caressed her body, her smooth skin brushed against my calloused hand.
“Mane what?” I darted my head up, her outburst snatching me away from my thoughts. “Where the fuck that come from?” I laughed.
“I was thinking it out loud. I’ve also heard that it depends on what you eat and you have to prep beforehand.” I
“Nah,” I pinched the bridge of my nose, holding back laughter. “I ain’t see none. It would’ve looked like some vanilla and chocolate swirled ice cream.”
“Oh my God,” she cackled, nudging her elbow into my side playfully. “Eventually, you’ll be the first guy to turn me out.”
“You’d give me that benefit?”
“I’m stuck here, aren’t I?”
Looking down at her, still caressing her body. “You know why,” I grimaced at the thought of her leaving me or letting her go. “I can give you the world here, between these walls. Being outside can’t give you that.”
“You can’t trap me in here,” she mumbled.
“But I can,” I leaned my head back, resting it against the headboard, darting my eyes away from her, panning them to the wall. “’Till the death of me.”
****
Before easing out of bed, I kissed Synthia on the forehead, then tucked the covers on top of her. As much as I wanted to stay and be enthralled in her skin, I couldn’t. She wasn’t my woman yet, and Trecee’s annoying ass would rattle me with a thousand questions. I haven’t been home for two nights in a row, and I knew she’d be bitchy about it. Trecee knew better than to blow up my phone or raid through it with questions about my whereabouts because I’d pop off on her ass. I nipped that shit in the bud years ago when she tried it. When I come home, my pockets be full. I don’t have lent in them and shit. Only this timewas different. Nonetheless, she knew not to question me about dumb shit, because I don’t do it to her, even when she gave me reasonable doubts.
Locking up the house after me, I keyed in the code on my phone and put the house on lockdown mode, watching the metal windows slam shut, locking Synthia inside, and hearing her disdain in the back of my head. As promised, I left the Wells Fargo card on the dresser. By morning, I’d be sure to open her a bank account and load money onto the card or do a wire transfer. My accountant could plug me in, only using Synthia’s ID and social security card, with her not being present. Paying her enough under the table money would keep her mouth shut about me doing that shit illegally.
I needed Synthia to be straight about my proposal, without giving me so much hell. It’d be a fair negotiation. She gets what she wants, and I get what I want in return. I had enough to give her whatever she wanted and then some. Her being trapped in my mansion was me keeping tabs on her behind closed doors without a bunch of motherfuckas acting like peeping toms around the hood, noticing shit. I don’t know how the fuck I’ma play this off, but however I got to play it needs to be winning in the end with the cards I’d been dealt. God knew I could handle anything he threw my way, including juggling two pussies at a time. The only exemption was that one of them smelled like sewer water, and the other one smelled like freshly baked pound cake.
A state of depression washed over me the second I pulled inside of the garage. I turned the car off and opened the door, nestling my head against the headrest. Trecee had gotten annoying as fuck to be around now, but like I’d told Synthia, I felt compelled to have her around for saving my life when she didn’t have to. She didn’t hold it over my head, but I knew thosewords were unspoken. If I could drop her like a bad habit, I would, but I didn’t have a reason to, yet.
Hearing the garage door open and close, I rolled my eyes and closed them. Her slippers slapped against the concrete, nearing me until they stopped, and I felt her presence close.
“Look what the cat done drug in,” she muttered.
Annoyingly, I darted my eyes open and turned my head, slowly, looking at her pissed off expression, tossing it over my head like a hoodie.
“And it can drag my ass back the other way if you on bullshit.”
Trecee sucked her teeth as she shifted her weight on the other side, with her hand on her hip. “I’m not coming at you on bullshit, Rome. You haven’t been home in two days, and you don’t think to call, text—at least tell me you’re alive,” she complained.
Placing my hand on her hip, I gently moved her out of the way and got out of the car, slamming the door behind me, seeming unenthused by the lingerie she was wearing. “Ta da,” I joked. “I’m alive,” I responded sarcastically, brushing past her.
Her slippers slapped against the concrete, stomping behind me. “This is senseless. I’m being treated like this all for a fight?”
“Mannnn,” I muttered, brushing my hand over my waves and pulling up my pants to keep them from sagging further. “I told you what it was when you mentioned it. It’s so much shit, I don’t mention that ain’t an issue for you, apparently.”
“Oh yeah, like what?”
“Like, this shit right here,” I stopped in my steps. We were in the kitchen now, and it was a fucking mess.
Lola didn’t come bythishouse because Trecee stated to me early on that it was disrespectful to her for another woman to parade around the kitchen cooking and cleaning for me. To provide ease, I cut Lola off, but didn’t dock her pay. I still paidher as if the change hadn’t shifted. Trecee didn’t know that, and it wasn’t her business to know regardless.
“Look at this fuckin’ kitchen. Fuck is you living like a pig fo’?” I grimaced, glancing at the many dishes in the sink, trash overflowing from the trash bin, and utensils everywhere.
She sucked her teeth behind me. “I was going to clean it up.” The lie seethed between her teeth quick.
“A lie ain’t nothin’ for yo ass to tell, house nasty, pussy nasty, damn.” Walking further inside the kitchen, I trampled around the mess, tossing shit where it belonged. “You got all these fuckin’ dishes in the sink and shit like you been cookin’. The fuck you been in here doin’ Trecee?”
