The Real Trap Wives Of Memphis (16 page)

              “It was pretty good,” I answered before taking a sip of wine to cool me off. He seemed to be staring into my soul as he studied my face. If he kept looking at me like that he might end up getting more than some conversation.

              “Well go ahead and grab us two orders of tiramisu and I have a hundred for your trouble,” the gentleman said to the waitress. I thought she would break her neck running to grab or orders.

              “Thank you. Do I know you?” I questioned. He smiled and dimples sliced into his face. I definitely had to watch myself around him because I could feel my panties getting wet. Between the wine, my attitude, and his sexiness, I was in for some trouble.

              “You don’t know me yet, but you will,” the mystery man answered. I wondered what he meant, but I couldn’t say that I cared as he lifted my hand to dance. Maybe this would be the best anniversary after all.

             
When I Was Your Man
by Bruno Mars began to play as he held me so close to him I could smell his aftershave.

              “I see you got a ring on your finger, but what fool would leave something so beautiful to have dinner alone?” he whispered. I pulled back slightly to meet his eyes, but he pulled me back into his chest; I was thankful because his question made me tear up.

              “Today is my anniversary and I found out some things that I didn’t want to find out. I had to get away from the house before I killed him.”

              “Damn was it that bad?” he questioned before spinning me around. I didn’t even answer him. I just allowed him to dip me before pulling me back up to meet his lips. If I hadn’t timed it right I would have kissed him on his lips, but I turned my head in the nick of time. I don’t know what it was he was doing to me, but I could feel my heart and my pussy throbbing to the same beat. I couldn’t do anything but clench my thighs together to try to dull my senses, but that only made matters worse.

              He led me back over to our table as the song ended. The waitress brought out our dessert, but what I wanted was not on that plate. I could see he felt the same way. He dug his spoon into the dessert and slowly slid the spoon in his mouth. “Do you taste this good?” he asked.

              “Now why would you ask me something like that when we just met?” I took a bite, purposely letting the chocolate leak down the corner of my mouth before licking it away slowly. My husband could walk through the door at any moment and I couldn’t care less with his lying ass.

              “I was just asking a question. I didn’t mean to sound mannish, but I was curious.” He took another spoonful and I had to let my spoon fall in my bowl.

“Problem?” he asked coyly.

              “You really doin’ too much with that spoon,” I remarked.

              “I could do even more without it. You wanna find out?”

              “I really need to be getting my married ass out of here before I do something we won’t regret,” I swayed a little as I stood to my feet and grabbed my purse.

              “At least let me walk you out,” he offered standing up. I nodded my head and he followed me out of the restaurant. We walked to the car in silence, but I could feel his eyes on my ass. Who could blame him?

              “Well here I am. Thank you uh…”

              “Oliver, my name is Oliver.” He extended his hand for me to shake it and I fought to leave it at just that. After a few rubs on the back of my hand I slowly slid it out of his grasp to find he had slid a business card into it.

              “You own a plumbing company?”

              “Yeah. I am good at unclogging pipes. Give me a call if you need yours done.” He unlocked my door for me and handed me my keys after I was safely inside.

              “Thank you, Oliver. You kind of salvaged my night.”

              “The pleasure was mine, Makayla. Make it home safe and use that number.” I watched him as he walked back into the restaurant before pulling out. I had to make sure he wasn’t following me. Once I got down the street I saw that Davion had blew up my phone and then it suddenly dawned on me; I never told Oliver my damn name.

LEGACY

              I knew that Jacori was somewhere tripping, but I was tired of having to clean up his messes. This nigga was starting to become an embarrassment to me and I didn’t know how long I could hold up this ruse of him running things to my father. He was just a tad too weak for me. When we first met Jacori was full of fire and showed signs of being a nigga fit for the position he was being put in. He knew I was the type of woman that needed a nigga with a strong back and a strong mind, but lately I felt like I needed to be buying him panties instead of boxers. Many nights Mr. Squirmy kept me company because I couldn’t even take him serious enough to fuck him. Damn shame I had to put cameras on him to make sure everything got done.

              I was beyond irritated that I had to shoot Alonzo, but every war had a casualty. The more I drove in silence, the harder I thought about what I wanted, and right now it wasn’t Jacori’s weak ass. I scrolled through my phone locating Carter’s number. He was the realest nigga I knew and the man I should have married, but he scared me because he was the only nigga that ever put me in check and kept me there.

              “Long time no hear,” he answered.

              “Yeah I know. Where you at?” I didn’t want to tell him that I was around the corner from his crib because I didn’t wanna appear to be a stalker.

              “I am at the crib for the time being. You know I’m on house arrest.”

              “Shit. I forgot all about that,” I lied. “I was free for a lil’ minute so I wanted to come by and see you.” The line went quiet and I knew it was only because he was trying to find a way to talk in code. His nosey ass wife was always lurking. Good thing she thought I was his cousin.

              “Yeah cuz you can come through. I got some A1 loud in too.” I laughed into the phone because that was our code for his pussy eating skills. He was A1 and had to put something in my mouth to keep me from being loud.

              “I’ll be there in a few,” I replied before disconnecting the call. It might sound messed up to some but all I ever got from him was head. I was never one to be on no trifling behavior because I’m too scared of catching something and I had enough respect for my husband not to go all the way.

After a few more stoplights I turned onto Carter’s street and pulled into his driveway behind his wife’s Altima. Mustering the fakest smile I could offer, I stepped out of the car and walked up to the porch. The door opened so fast it kind of startled me, but seeing who was on the other side damn near knocked me off my feet.

To Be Continued…