I am a calm man who likes to live in peace and tranquility. A man who drinks aged brandy, dress in the best of clothes and run a multi -million dollar corporation. Yet, some one has stolen my precious Onika. Twenty five years of age and half my age. Thick hair , dark chocolate skin, thick in all the right places. Yet, it was deeper than that she made me feel safe. I found her in the Perry projects out of all them she had potential, smart and wanted a better life. I thought I could groom her to be a queen of my dynasty.
"Do you love him?"
My voice was calm. I pulled out a cigar and lit it. I crossed my legs and blew out a ring. She tug on her Malaysian weave purchased by me. She turn her feet inward, lowered her head and bit her lip.
"Yes, I don't know." Her voice trembled.
"Did you fuck him?"
She shook her head moved backwards towards the door. I broke out into a deep laughter, and took another puff of my cigar. Supreme had got sprung over Thot, moved her into my home, fed her and she bites my hand and she is stupid to think I will let this slide. My fault for letting good pussy and the way she suck my dick get the better of my judgment.
"Who is he?" I raise my eyebrow and rub my hand on my beard.
"Um a man I met a long time ago." She stutters and she pulls at her finger. She removes the five carat purple diamond and toss it in the trash.
"Wow do you know what I respect about you and why I chose you out of all the whores I fucked?"
"No." She whimpered.
" You are not a liar and I can respect you being woman enough to tell me you are a trifling tramp. Normally I shred your pretty face but your honesty saved you. Don't be stupid to think I am going to let you take the shit I paid for and leave. Take every thing off including those Victoria secret's panty and bra."
"It is five degrees outside and I don't have anything to wear."
I pour a glass of Hennessy, shake it around in a glass and take a small sip. This whore has the audacity to think I care. To think I am that kind enough to let her walk freely with the shit I bought. She removes all the clothing, the sound of the fire crackling and shining on her perfect frame. No scars, no tattoos, her breast firm, her ass look like two basketballs stuff in it. I lick my lips and feel an erection rising. Anger fuels me to jerk off on her and spill semen in her face. I rub my hand over my bald head and curse. This shit has the nerve to be getting to my heart. I feel my stomach churn and I actually am feeling some hurt.
"Ask me if that even matters? You bring your bold ass in my house and announce you're leaving me for the next mana and I am suppose to have pity. Your new man can supply some outfits out of the Rainbow and some PayLess shoes. Who ever you fucking must not know me and let your lover know when I find him his mother, his dog and whatever matters to him is dead."
" I'm sorry okay and I..."
I cut her off, stand up and she is shaking, her tears on her lips. I wipe them with my thumb and trace her tears on my lips.
" I feel generous and it is because my stock holders sent me a mega fat check. You can have them back after you let me fuck you. I mean you owe me that much or you can just stay and make this marriage work."
I walk close to her pull her by her weave, force her to kneel, I rub it in her face and she pushes my dick away. I want her to say she will stay. I think fear will cause her to reconcile and know her leaving me would ruin her and her lover.
" I wouldn't suck your limp dick if they paid me. I am so sorry I married you. I hate you." She grew some balls and heart to disrespect my gangsta.I am not the one.
I begin ripping her weave out of her scalp by the handful. She hits at me and screams in agony. Her scalp is bloody and exposed and I p drag her by the arm. I open the door and snatch the I phone out of her hand and it is locked. I stare at the face that appears on the screen. I clutch my chest and three tears drop on the screen.
"Which one is it that you are fucking?"
"Neither one of them. They, they , they called and..."
" Do I look like a some boo boo the fool nigger? Open the phone and let me read the messages."
I put the phone in her hand. She punches the code in and she passes it to me.
Each text where no confirmation of my suspicions. Anonymous boo has a out of the country number. Words of endearments, words of deceit and yet I am not convinced but again my suspicions aren't proven. Cash and Money text talk about sending clients her way to braid her. Jokes about her bad cooking but nothing about love, sex and dishonor.
She puts her hands in her face, sitting in 750 dollars of hair weave. She sobs deeply
" I really love you and it is why you are alive. If I even think you did the ultimate deceit of fucking one of my sons. I will kill your mama in front of your face. Do you hear me? Now get out and the money in your accounts. I left your ass two cents that is all your worth."
She shivers and staggers out the door. I watch her walk up the street, her brown skin turns red and she looks back at me. The passerby honks his horn and she gets in. The white man throws a blanket over her.
That how the bloodshed began with the truth, a man with a broken heart and the suspicion that there is a possibly that one of his sons would do the most deceitful thing.
Let me tell you this the bloodshed will not stop until he reveals himself or she comes back home and that is word on my life.
©2015 Tamyara Brown- Tamluvstowrite
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.