The Reason Why (29 page)

“Except keep your legs closed!”

“I haven't slept with anybody! I never slept with Erik! Why can't you get that through your skull?”

The waiter brought their drinks to the table. He placed glasses of water in front of each of them. “Your food will be out in a moment.”

“Thank you.” Pam nodded.

“Man, I've lost my appetite,” Chino said. “I wonder how many times the two of you came here.”

“You seem like you just want me to make some shit up. When I tell you I haven't done anything, you don't believe me!”

Chino stood, grabbed his water off the table, and tossed it in her face. “You're all wet, bitch!” He tossed the empty glass in her lap and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving her sitting there in humiliation.

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hino tossed and turned and found himself breaking out into a cold sweat. He hadn't had this dream since he was locked up, and he had hoped that it wouldn't come back now that he was free.

He can see her clearly. She is wearing his crisp white button-down dress shirt. She also has his tie hanging loosely around her neck. Her thick, sexy, tight legs are smooth and creamy, as they have just been lotioned down. Her hair is long and wet, as she has just gotten out of the shower. She walks seductively to him. He lies on the bed naked, waiting for her. She climbs onto the bed, her legs glistening in the moonlight. She comes to him, slowly, carefully, deliberately. She is a woman on a mission. He is between a pair of crisp, white sheets. Pam pulls the top sheet down and licks her way up his leg to his dick. She doesn't engulf it at first. No, at first she teases it. She runs her tongue beneath his balls and then around his shaft, slowly making her way to the tip of it. Then she engulfs it.

In his dream Pam sucks ferociously, bobbing her head up and down on his manhood until he is ready to cum, and just before he does, her tongue glides up to his navel, and then to his nipple. He is rock hard. She takes his pole into her hand and places it inside her. He can feel it. He can feel every inch of her. She throws her head back and moans. Her moaning grows more and more passionate with each passing moment. She is bouncing up and down and practically screaming. She is a virgin again, and this is her first time making love. And then he is standing outside the window gazing inside. His woman, the love of his life, is getting the shit drilled out of her by Erik.

Chino finds himself banging on the window, but no one hears him. He finds himself screaming and shouting so hard that he is practically foaming at the mouth. Erik peers over at him and smiles. His Pooh is screaming and shouting and is in tears. She is getting stretched out like there is no tomorrow.

“Stop it!” Chino moaned. “Stop!”

Chino awoke from his nightmare covered in sweat. His dick was hard as a rock. He sat up and looked around the room. He was safe inside his new house, lying on the couch.

Chino rubbed his eyes, climbed off the couch, walked to his bedroom, and peered inside. Pam was lying in bed, sleeping soundly.

“Cheating bitch,” he mumbled. He walked back into the living room and sat back down. He still had a hard piece, and he was now fully awake. He pulled on his Timbs and pulled out his cell phone.

“Hello?”

“Is this sexy Tracey?” he asked.

“It sure is.”

“You hungry?”

“Maybe.”

“Feel like meeting me at the Waffle House?”

“That could be arranged.”

“See you in twenty?”

“See you in thirty.”

“Bet,” Chino said, disconnecting the call. He pulled his jersey over his head, threw some spearmint gum in his mouth, and he was out of there.

Thirty minutes later, Tracey and Chino met at the Waffle House.

“Hey, sexy!” Tracey told him, and gave him a friendly hug.

“Hey, beautiful!” Chino said, hugging her back. He inhaled the Chanel No. 5 that she wore.

“What, you couldn't sleep or something?” she asked.

“Sleep? It's only eleven-thirty. Who sleeps at eleven-thirty?”

“People who have to work in the morning.”

“You don't have to work in the morning,” Chino told her. “You don't have to be in until ten.”

“Oh, you know my schedule now? You up on me like that?”

“Of course. You ain't know?”

Tracey held out her hand. “Give me some money, Chino.”

“For what?”

“So that I can get my hair done after work tomorrow.”

“What happened to you being an independent woman?”

“I am, but still. You have to pay to play in this kitty.”

Chino threw his head back in laughter. “Damn, you're direct.”

“Well, let's just be honest. You want to grip this onion and bust this cat wide open, right?”

Chino nodded. His dick started getting hard. “I wouldn't mind.”

“You'll get it, I just have to get to know you first. I ain't about playing no games.”

“I like that. I like it when a person is just straight up with me.”

“I'll always be straight up with you, Chino, and I want you to always be straight up with me.”

“I will.” Chino nodded. “I'm liking this already.”

“Do you have a woman?”

“Not really.”

“What does ‘not really' mean?”

“It means that I have a sorry-ass woman who cheated on me.” Chino shook his head and stared off into the distance. His semihard dick went soft.

“Damn, boo. Sounds like you need to talk.”

“Are you going to be my therapist too?” Chino asked with a smile. “What's that going to cost me, an outfit?”

Tracey laughed. “No, you're going to buy me outfits because you want to. The therapy is free; it comes with being your new flame. Besides, I can make my own clothes.”

“Oh, that's right. You have to forgive me. I've never had a woman who could actually do something for themselves, or who had any kind of talent.”

“Oh, baby, that's nothing.” Tracey smiled. “I'm great at making clothes, but my real talent lies elsewhere.”

Chino felt his hard-on coming back. Seeing Tracey in a long pantsuit made her look even finer. The girl was slim with an ass like a porn star.

“You're pretty, you know that?”

Tracey ran her hand through her long hair, pulling it back behind her ear. “Thank you.”

“I want to make love to you so bad right now,” Chino whispered.

Tracey held out her hand.

“Damn, baby. There's a word for women who demand money up front.”

“Smart?” Tracey asked.

“That's the word I was looking for.” Chino laughed.

“I'll bet. I'll tell you what. We can go back to my place, and if you packing at least ten inches, you can bust this pussy open. If you not, you got to go.”

Chino laughed. “Shit, deal!”

Tracey stood and nodded toward the door. “Well then, let's get out of here.”

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hino grabbed his Jordans and laced them up. He stood and headed for the door. He had gone out every night for the last two weeks. Not only was Tracey a tasty treat, but he had a few others now as well. Pam raced to block his exit.

“Out? You just got home!”

Chino pushed Pam to the side. “I don't like being here!”

“Why not?”

“Because every time I look at you, I think of you and Erik. Of all these niggas in the city, why did you need him for a friend when I was doing my bid?”

“What are you talking about, Chino? I didn't have any other friends to talk to, because you wouldn't allow me to have any. So Erik was around, and he was just somebody to talk to.”

Chino gripped Pam's arm. “Fuck that! Did you think I wasn't getting out? You was supposed to stick to the program and wait! Did you think that I wouldn't find out that you was fucking that nigga? You just like the rest of these gold-digging ass bitches! Pooh, you ain't getting another dime from me.
You've booked yourself, baby! I do more for you than you can do for yourself. I taught you everything! I gave you everything! I clothed you, I fed you, I took care of you, I practically made you! Look at those rings on your fingers! I put them bitches there! Look at this muthafucking house! I paid for it! You can't pay the fucking phone bill without me.”

Pam broke down into tears. Chino's words cut like a knife. She had been a virgin when they met, and he knew that she hadn't been with anyone else. He was talking about all of the stuff that he did, but what about what she did? They built that shit together. She was the one who held down the beauty shop. She was the one who had gotten his lawyer for him. She was the one picking up money for him, and dropping off money and product.

“What the fuck you mean?” Pam exploded. “How the fuck can you say some simple shit like that? You know that I've never been with anyone else but you! Can you say the same? Chino, you went to prison and I was left out here all alone. None of your crew would help me. And to top it off, you came home from the penitentiary with everything that you left with. Not one lock changed, not one phone number changed, your clothes hanging where you left them. I put your cars in storage, and I visited you twice a week. You came home to all of your loot. I sent clothing packages, food packages, and money to you and every nigga you told me to send them to, too. I accepted the collect calls and made three-way calls for you and all them sorry-ass niggas you met up in there!”

Chino tried to brush past Pam, but she cut him off.

“Chino, why are you doing this to us? You have to help me
be strong for us! Erik was just my friend from school!” She was at her wits' end as tears streamed down her face.

“You saved all my bread 'cause you didn't need it!” Chino shouted. “That nigga Erik is out in the street getting money just like me. You can save those tears, Pooh. Save that bull-shit ass drama for your mama. Them tears is because your ass is cut off!”

Chino tried to push past Pam again, and she braced herself against the wall, stopping him. The two of them stood face to face, like a drill sergeant had just yelled “Attention.” It was then when she noticed the hickeys on Chino's neck and chest.

Blood rushed to Pam's head, and she felt flushed. She wanted to rip Chino's clothes off and examine his entire body, particularly his dick, but that would have only told her what she already knew: Chino was fucking somebody else.

“I'm in love with somebody else,” Chino said softly.

“What? What was that you said?” Pam asked, leaning in closer. “You're in love with somebody else?” Pam lifted her hand and smacked the shit out of Chino.

The look on Chino's face filled Pam with fear. She turned and raced out of his reach just in the nick of time. She raced to the indoor pool and ran around toward a poolside chair, where she had hidden a .38 semi-automatic pistol the night before.

“You stupid, bitch!” Chino shouted. “You just made my day. Oh, now you wanna be a man? You wanna fight?”