Happy Birthday Mia ! 🤍🤍 missstrawberry2020 what better way to celebrate it than with your favorite book ! I'm keeping it up this time, LOL 😂 enjoy your day babygirl 🎉
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Dorinda
I sat in my room on my blue velvet couch as the events of the past weekend began to flash through my mind.
*Flashback*
"Greg, I'm tired of fighting with your ass! I'm not doing it anymore and I don't care about you wanting to protect your brother, but what I am pissed about is the fact that you lied about it especially after we promised on our wedding day that we'd tell each other everything, no matter how ugly and uncomfortable they may be. You lied!" I yelled.
"That's my brother, Dorinda! He's my blood and he's always going to come before you! If lying to protect him is what it takes then so be it. That's my role as his big brother. I'm always going to have his back, dammit!" Greg yelled back.
I ran my fingers through my hair as I looked at him. The fact that all we did was argue everyday about the same thing was starting to wear me down. I couldn't do it anymore.
"So, the fact that I'm your wife doesn't mean shit to you anymore, huh?" I asked.
"My wife? You haven't been that to me in awhile but now you suddenly want to throw that title around? You act like an investigator with all these twenty one questions you invade me with every time you see me."
"And you act like an asshole so what's your point?" I asked.
Greg balled his fist up as his nose flared.
"I'm sick of you calling me out my name woman. That shit is going to stop, right now."
"You tired of me speaking the truth? I'm calling you what you are and at least one of us has the decency to be honest with each other. You are an ass. You lie, you cheat, you put your hands on me. I'm tired of it. I'm so tired of it all. I just want it to stop." I said, running my hand through my hair.
"You know what.... fuck you. Fuck this marriage. I don't have time for this anymore. I'm leaving." Greg said, punching the wall.
"Good, leave! I'm sick of you anyway! I want a divorce." I said, tears filled the brims of my eyes.
Seeing him walk out the door, Greg stopped then looked at me over his shoulder.
"You ain't going no damn where. You don't have anywhere to go, and it's not like you have anyone to go to. You're old, washed up, and worn down. No one want that shit not even me. That's why I have something new to go to."
Grabbing a glass vase off the dresser, I threw it at him missing him by an inch and making it shatter against the wall.
"Fuck you!" I spat. Greg smirked as he looked at me.
"You will when I return. Until then bask in what you created. You pushed me into the arms of another woman, remember that."
Seeing him walk out the door fully, I heard him go outside and get in his car. I looked through the window of our two story house and saw him pull away as the tears that I was holding fell down my face.
What had my life become? Was he right about everything? I didn't want to believe him, but a small part of me did. I was so tired of it all.
Finding my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, more tears washed down my face as I went into the refrigerator and pulled out the vodka tonic and blue ciroc.
I felt so numb. All I wanted was to feel something again. It had been way too long since Greg and I had even acted like a married couple. He didn't touch me anymore, he didn't tell me I was beautiful, it was like he didn't even see me anymore and that I was invisible.
I continued to cry as I pulled out my phone and looked at Smoke's contact. Now that was one person that was actually genuine and sincere. He was a good guy. He knew what Greg and I was going through and he let me know that anytime I needed to talk that he was there.
I hesitantly pushed the contact making my phone connect to his. After two rings he picked right up.
"Aye, ma? Wassum?" Smoke asked.
I went quiet because regret instantly started to set in. I didn't want to drag him into Greg and I's mess.
"Doe, you there?" Smoke asked. After a moment of silence I found my voice.
"Uh, y-yes, I am. I'm sorry... I shouldn't have called. I-I don't want to drag you into my mess." I sniffled.
"Nah, ma. What we talk about? I told you I'm here whenever you need me. What's going on?"
I sniffled letting him know that I'd been crying.
"Yo, did he hurt you again?" I could hear the sweetness in his voice began to turn into rage.
"Not physically this time, just verbally. I-I'm okay though. He's gone." I said, wiping my eyes.
"Nah, you don't sound fine and Ion belee dat shit. I'm coming over."
"Please, don't. I don't know when he'll be back. He just gets so angry sometimes and I.... I don't want him to hurt you." I sniffled.
"I'm a man ma. I can hold my own. I'll be over in ten minutes. See you then beauty." Smoke ended the call before I could say anything else.
Taking my alcohol, I went into the living room and sat down as I began to drink. I didn't know why I was even in this position. Smoke was just so easy to talk to. He and I came from two different worlds, yet he was so different than anyone I'd ever met. He was special to me.
That ten minute drive turned into five as I suddenly heard him knocking on the door. Getting up, I sat my bottle down before going to the door to open it. When I opened it I stared at him for a moment just taking in his appearance.
He was so fine, but I knew that I probably was just in a bad headspace and class A vulnerable. On top of that I was much older than him. There was no way he'd find me attractive.
"You didn't have to come." I said, not making eye contact with him.
"I did. Ain't no way Ima let you be by yourself knowing that you going through hell. If yeen got nobody else you got a friend in me. Let's go." Smoke said, taking my hand.
He closed the door behind him before leading me into my living room. Looking at the table, he saw the bottles of vodak and ciroc as he looked at me.
"Ma, I know you hurting but this shit ain't the way. And if you don't stop you gon' get rid of one problem only to find yourself in another one."
Sighing, I knew that he was right. The last thing I was trying to do was become an alcoholic.
"It's just something I do occasionally to numb myself. Lately it's been more recent, but you're right. I need to stop."
"I drink too, but not all the time. There are better ways to cope with the pain." Smoke said, looking into my eyes.
"Ways like what?" I asked.
"Well, for instance you could talk it out. You look like you got a lot to say. So, let it all out. I'm giving you permission to unload all on me. Let it all out ma."
Looking at him, I knew that he was serious. We took a seat on the couch as I sighed and stared into his eyes. Before long I found myself talking about everything that was bothering me. I talked about the constant fights that Gregory and I got into, I talked about the way I felt every time he would verbally abuse me, put his hands on me, or talk down to me, I talked about how tired and drained I was from all the drama. I was a lover not a fighter. So, all of this constant fighting was tearing me up inside.
I'd talked so much that I didn't even notice the time had gotten away from us. What was only supposed to be an hour turned into five. The whole time he never broke eye contact and he kept his attention on me. I didn't realize how attentive he was until we got towards the end of our conversation.
"Yo, ma I really feel like you don't need allat toxic shit in ya life. You need a fresh start. You way too beautiful to be worried about dumb shit and being stressed out over a nigga that don't do shit fah you no moe. You better than that shorty."
Staring at him, I looked into his eyes before looking off again.
"Do you really think I'm beautiful or do you just say it to be nice?" I asked.
"Honestly? I just say it to be nice."
I looked away from him. Grabbing my face softly, he looked into my eyes.
"You're more than that to me. You are by far the most gorgeous gem I've ever encountered and laid eyes on. To say that you're beautiful would be an understatement. You are something extremely rare, but also very special. You God's gift to creation. Any man who thinks otherwise ain't bout shit. You deserve to be treated like the Queen that you are."
I sat silently as his words began to sink deeply. His words made me feel so good. Staring back at him, I noticed that he hadn't taken his eyes off me.
I felt the atmosphere change in the room and I knew he did too, because we never took our eyes off each other. That's when he leaned in and kissed me softly.
Closing my eyes, I kissed him back as he put his hand on my face. I placed my hand on his as the kiss he gave me took my breath away. After a second he broke the kiss and put his head on mine.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. You married and I jus-" I kissed him this time.
Placing his hand on my thigh, he squeezed it as he kissed me deeper. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and asked for entrance. I gave it to him as he lifted me into his lap. Straddling him, I felt myself get wet as I grinded on top of him and he caressed my body.
As we touched and felt all over each other I suddenly found myself upstairs in my room on my blue velvet couch fucking him.
"Oh God, don't stop!" I moaned. Smoke had me bent over with one of my legs propped up on the sofa as he went to work on my body.
"Shit, you feel so damn good ma." My ass smacked up against his dick as he grabbed my hips and went deeper.
I couldn't believe I was fucking him, but it felt so good and I didn't want him to stop. It was as if he knew exactly how to touch me. If he felt this good with a condom on I could only imagine how it would feel without. No wonder he and Dave were friends he was packing too.
Grabbing my throat, Smoke slammed into me deeper making our skin smack harder against each other. He grabbed our hands and locked them before he latched his tongue onto my neck. He was making me feel so good.
"Fuck, you're going to make me cum." I moaned.
He brought one of his hands up to my breast and played with my nipples as he continued slamming inside me. I felt him stroking against my G-spot as my legs began to shake. I knew exactly what was about to happen. He was trying to make me squirt.
"You needa cum ma. Let that sexy shit out." Smoke grunted in my ear.
Feeling him slam deeper, I held onto him tighter as my body obliged his dirty wish. My legs shook as my body exploded and I squirted everywhere.
"Shit! Oh my God!" I screamed. Reaching down, he played with my clit as he stroked inside me before busting.
I started creaming as he exploded inside the condom. Gripping my hips, he moaned softly as he placed his head on my back. He kissed my back before sliding out.
"Damn, I made a mess. Let me clean you up ma." Smoke said.
Standing up, I could barely feel my legs. I waited because I thought that he was going to go get a towel. Instead he picked me up and laid me on the couch, then got between my legs. I was confused at what he was about to do until he buried his face between my thighs and got to work.
"Uhhh, Smokeeee!" I moaned, scratching at his back.
That only made him more aggressive as he slurped and spit all over my folds. Feeling him spell his name out, he looked up at me as he ate me viscously.
"Who's your daddy now?" Smoke asked, gripping my thighs.
"Fuck, you are baby!" I moaned.
"Let me hear you say it." Smoke said, motorboating my pussy.
"DADDY, shit!" I screamed.
"You damn right." Smoke said, sending vibrations through my body and sending me over the edge.
He continued to eat me as I rode out my high. Once he was done he made sure to lick me clean before coming up. Grabbing his face, I smashed my lips into his. He wrapped my legs around his waist as our tongues tangled with each other.
Little did I know this was only the beginning of something I wouldn't have any control over.
*Flashback Over*
I sighed as I looked at my phone seeing a text from Karen come through. Before I could respond a call from Smoke came through. I picked it up on the second ring.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, how you feeling?" Smoke asked.
"I'm good now that I get to hear your voice."
"Aww, you tryna make a nigga feel special and shit." Smoke laughed.
I chuckled at his words.
"I'm serious. I just want to thank you for the other day."
"Don't mention it. It's the least I could do to make you feel better." Smoke said.
I played with my nails before he said something else.
"Was that the first time you've been with another man?"
"In a long time yes. Once Greg and I fixed our marriage I agreed to never step out on him again, but then you happened and I just.... I don't know."
"Do you regret giving me your body?" Smoke asked.
"No. I don't. I should feel guilty, but I don't because for the first time in a long time you made me feel. I've been numb for so long and you found a way to break through to me and that's rare. Especially when I'm going through a lot. Thank you for being there for me."
"Any time, you know any time you need me I'll be there. No questions asked ma."
"Thank you." I smiled softly.
"Fasho. Ima let you go cause I know you got better things to do."
"Actually.... I'd be okay with just staying on the phone with you. I don't want you to hang up." I said.
I didn't want to sound clingy, but I really enjoyed his company and just hearing his voice.
"Your wish is my command." Smoke said, making me smile.
We ended up talking for hours as we found ourselves getting lost in the conversation. I could talk to him all the time and never get tired.
I knew that I had to deal with my reality, but right now I'd just enjoy my alternate universe with him.