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She shook her pathetic head from side to side, and I continued, “Then keep your damn hands off of me! I got to go."
My temper was about to get the best of me. As each second passed, Ronnie was looking more and more like a bugaboo, almost like one of those nagging tricks that I had to pop with a few licks a time or two. Why is it that a jumpoff always forgets that she’s just a jumpoff? Ronnie should have been thrilled that she was given as much time, attention, and respect as she was getting. Instead, she wasn’t satisfied and was trying to play a nigga to get more. She must’ve forgotten who she was dealing with for a minute.
“You know the game, Ronnie. Respect the rules, and you will be okay with this,” I said, turning back around to open the door. I was giving her another chance to redeem herself and be the woman I needed her to be. I didn’t even look in her direction to gauge her response and allow her to disappoint me. I had to get home.
She screamed, "Since you want to treat me like I’m a jump off, then why weren’t you at home with your little ‘wifey’ earlier tonight sipping champagne, laying in the Jacuzzi, and eating
the gourmet meal that her pathetic ass slaved over the stove all evening preparing?!”
I rubbed my eyes in anguish. A part of me told me to just walk on through the door that I had open by now and go home, but the other part of me knew I had to have gotten this conversation twisted. Was Rhonda seriously stepping to me with some bullshit?
When I didn’t respond, she continued, this time sounding even bolder, because I was stuck in a stupor. “If you had been home, then maybe she wouldn’t have been on the phone with me just a few minutes ago, crying her weak little heart out. Seems to me like she’s been downgraded to the jump off, so let’s just keep it real here!”
Oh, so this bitch had played me by not waking me up on purpose. “What did you just say?” I wanted to hear it again. I had to be sure I wasn’t mistaken. Preparing for her to repeat her verbal assault, I bit down on my lip, hands folding into a knot, and I was ready to punch a hole in something. I had to hear her say the words again, though. Surely, I had gotten it wrong the first time, because Ronnie had seen me in action and knew not to disrespect a real nigga like T.
“Oh, you heard me right, nigga! I don't know why you bother with her weak ass, anyway. She’s weak as well water, always whining and crying about you. You should hear her. I’m getting tired of listening to her shit, myself. Just look at what you give up every time you go running to her. I’m fame, and Shayla, while she’s as sweet as she wants to be, is lame. Today, you moaned and screamed my name and told me you never wanted to leave me. Tonight, you have to make a choice between me or her.”
Not realizing that she had just hurdled past the point of no return, Ronnie held her arms out to show off her shapely thighs and copious hips. All the while my mind was traveling to a place that she didn’t really want me to go. She had the nerve to roll her tongue suggestively.
“She can't turn you out like I can, Titus. She don’t even know how to do it like this. I’m the one that has you weak in the knees about to overdose on this loving each and every time you get it. We just match like peas and butter, baby. You have all you need in a woman right here, so why even keep her around?” She covered her mouth as if in shock and said, "Oh yeah, that's right, you obviously don’t need her.”
Laughing uncontrollably, Ronnie added, “You haven’t touched your ‘little wifey’ in so long that she has cobwebs growing between her legs, don’t she? She’s wore out so many vibrators that they are about to start using her for their commercials.”
I just stood there allowing her to go as far as she was comfortable going. That was the problem; she was getting too comfortable with me. Her laugh became more wicked, and her volume increased even more as she spoke.
I might have been cheating, but I loved my wife. So, friend or no friend, I didn’t like hearing Rhonda disrespect her like that. Plus, this new boldness Rhonda had flowing through her veins tonight was making me nervous.
By this time, she had walked over to her coffee table and retrieved a cigarette from her purse. She started back on her roll, yapping and pacing the floor, “You don’t have to say anything, boo.” She puffed on the cigarette and exhaled the smoke and her words together. “I know. She calls me constantly whining about her sexless life, trying to figure out what‘s the latest and greatest in dildos and vibrators."
The next few moments flashed by with record speed. One moment, Rhonda was standing there, nearly out of breath. Holding her cigarette, she was cracking up, wheezing and laughing her butt off before she got a full understanding of the insufficient checks her mouth had already written that her butt couldn’t pay. Man, I had caught a case of temporary insanity up in her apartment looking at her act a fool and disrespect me and my wife, as if she was the noble one.
In the next moment, I had closed the space between us and was taking a withdrawal out of that ass before I even knew what was happening. One hand was wrapped around her throat tightly, and her face was being slapped from side to side repeatedly with my free hand. It was almost like I was not the one beating her ass. I felt like a bystander watching the assault from the sidelines.
She fell back onto the couch, and I came with her, still holding her neck and slapping her face in between my words. “What’s fu… funny now? I’m sure you can squeeze one more joke out of that smart ass mouth of yours. Sure you can. Go ahead – talk.”
“T….T…itus!” she attempted to speak, but the hold I had on her jaw wouldn’t let the words escape.
“You’re hur…ting mmmmeeee… ,” she managed to squeeze through the gurgling sound coming up from her throat. What the fuck did she think I was trying to do, make her feel good? Talking that dumb shit made me tighten my grip, and then I snapped on her dumbass.
"I told you that Shayla is off limits, and if you ever speak my wife’s name again you will live the rest of your life with a speech impediment. Just let me catch one feeling that you’ve told Shayla anything out of the way, and you will hate the day you ever 'turned me out.' Right, and if anybody's turned out it's you. You think you got the only hot pussy in town? I can have any woman out there. I only messed with you to prove that you were scandalous. I kept coming back because I know one thing for sure, and that is that you won‘t tell anyone about us – especially since Shayla is supposed to be your best friend. You really are a freaking slut! Other than that… naw, there is no other than that. You are nothing more than a good suck and fuck, and don’t you ever let me have to run your role down again.”
Subconsciously, I tightened the grip on her neck even more. Man, I didn’t want to kill her, but my killer instinct was at the brink. I could see her gurgling and foaming at the mouth, and the color starting to leave her dark skin. I should’ve let go, but I was in that zone that she never should have taken me to. It was execution time. Fuck it, somebody call the coroner.
"I don’t know why you insist on bringing the beast out of me tonight. If I told you once, woman, I’ve told you a million times. Recognize your role and play it, because as you can see this here can get deadly in the blink of an eye. ”
As she went limp, the exasperation in her reddened eyes jarred me back to reality. I quickly released her neck from my clutch. She immediately fell off of the sofa onto the floor like a rag doll. I just stood there watching her gasp for air until the color returned to her face. I almost felt bad for what I did, but quickly reverted to street principle # 79 – “Act like a lady, and you get treated like a lady. Run up, and get done up.” It’s hard but fair.
I lightened my mood just a little bit and as sincerely as I could muster up said, “Listen, you will never have it like Shayla, and that’s a fact that you need to get used to. Playing with my livelihood, toying with my emotions is making the mistake of forcing me to show you just how real this here can get. You know me well enough to know that you chose the wrong one to try to man handle. Act like a lady, and you’ll get treated like a lady.”
Rhonda lay on the floor gasping for air, looking like a fool, which served her right. She wanted to be a gangster’s bitch. She wanted to be hard. She might as well take her hard knocks like a gangster’s bitch. I’m Titus-to-the-motherfucking-Wilson. I saw her try to rise to her feet but fall back down to the floor. I walked down her hall and back into the bedroom, picked up the money I’d placed on the nightstand earlier, and put it back in my pocket. Until she got her act together, she would not be living on my dime. Just before I closed the front door behind me, I heard her say, barely above a whisper, “How could you do this to me, Titus? I thought you loved me.”
I didn’t know how she thought I loved her. I never told her I loved her. Sure, I spent a lot of time with her, but I never told her I loved her. It was time for me to let Rhonda know that she really didn't come first in my life. Truth be told, I had been too soft on her. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was something about messing around with my wife’s best friend that had me a little open.
Forget that, let me keep it real for a second. Rhonda had me open. The sneakiness that was involved with our fling made experiences with her erotic as hell, plus she really cared and looked out for a nigga, man. That alone had me feeling a certain kind of way for her.
All of the nights that I would come home to find the wife and Rhonda both at the house to greet me had finally piqued my interest of getting into her bed. I would have suggested a threesome, but I didn’t know how Shayla would take to the idea, so I opted against even going there. It had indeed been a good ride, and turn me out? Though I wouldn’t admit it to her, she did that. She had me paying all of her bills and spending mad time with her, all the while neglecting Shayla for two whole years off and on – mostly on. But Rhonda's jealousy and disrespect for the game we chose to play closed that door just as quickly as it had been opened. She was right about one thing; it was time that I tended to the wife. To do that, I had to let Rhonda go.
“I’m going to miss that good loving though,” I said to myself while getting into my car. She had me gone the first time she licked my asshole. I mean, what kind of woman licks a man’s asshole, for real!? A freak, that’s who! “Damn, that girl can do some things.”
