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THIRTY
Marcel
I’m sitting in my office staring at the pile of contracts in front of me. It’s been two weeks since that shit with Marika and Marisol—or Ramona, aka Anonymous or whatever other alias that nutty broad goes by—popped off down in Atlantic City, and so far neither of us have heard from her since then.
I still can’t believe she told Marika she wanted me. That she wanted her to disappear. Then turned around and told her she wanted her to eat her pussy and fuck her in her ass again.
I asked Marika had she. Eaten her out. Fucked her. And the crazy thing is, a part of me lusted at the idea. Hoped that she’d fucked her raw, fucked her out of our lives. But when she averted her eyes, fidgeted with her diamond choker, then met my stare with silence, my fuckin’ heart leapt in my throat.
“Is that what you think of me?” she finally asked incredulously. “How dare you ask me some damn mess like that? Fucking her was the furthest thing from my mind.”
And, yes, I was relieved. Real shit.
But, then the following day, that fuckin’ broad hit me up, talkin’ reckless. “Did your wife tell you how she fucked her purple cock into me, stretching my asshole over every inch of her?”
“Yo, fuck outta here, man. I’m not tryna hear that dumb shit. Your ass is delusional.”
She huffed. “Oh, what, you don’t believe me, papi. Check your email; you can see it for yourself. My asshole fucked open by your wife.”
“Yo, real shit, I’m asking you nicely. Make this the last time you call me. Keep fuckin’ around and I’ma have ya ass arrested for harassment.”
Then she flipped her lid. “Motherfucker! You pussy! You ain’t shit, Mister Big Shot MarSell Kennedy! You turn my life upside down, then want to act like what we shared doesn’t mean anything to you.”
My nose flared. “Yo, will you listen to ya’self? You sound fuckin’ ridiculous right now. It was meaningless sex. You stupid fuck! That shit wasn’t ’bout nothing, but catching a nut.”
She snorted. “Oh, really, MarSell? Well, I don’t believe you. It did mean something. It still does. And I know it meant something to you as well, papi. Fight it if you want, papi. One day you’ll see how we’re meant to be together.”
I rubbed my throbbing head. “I see there is no reasoning with you. I don’t know why I thought that was possible. You’re insane. Real shit, baby. You’re crazy as fuck, yo.”
“Motherfucker! Voy a hacer de su vida un infierno viviente! Do you hear me, Marcel? Cross me if you want, I promise you. I will make your life a living hell! You will pay for using me, motherfucker! You and that stuck-up bitch of yours! You’re mine! And if I can’t have you, neither can she!”
I stared at the phone baffled at how she’d easily flip her lid from one extreme to the other, cussing and threatening me in one breath, then begging me to feed her this dick again in the next.
I finally had enough and banged on her dizzy ass.
I blocked her from emailing me, but she’s made up bullshit-ass email addies and went from sending naked shots of herself to sending me faceless videos of herself going off on Marika and me, talking real slick at the mouth. Every day for a whole fucking week she sent them shits, spazzing out, calling us users. Saying I wasn’t shit for leading her on. That she was going to make me pay for hurting her. Then she threatened to expose us, if I didn’t speak to her.
I was like, “what the fuck?”
But luckily, we haven’t heard from her since then. She still hasn’t even called into the radio station. Hopefully, she’s found another couple to be the object of her obsession. Real shit, I’ve never been more relieved. I know I’d told Marika to not let her get all up in her head, but that broad’s been relentless. Word up.
I’m still kicking myself for stepping to her in the first place, then inviting her into bed with Marika and me. I shoulda left that shit alone. Good pussy or not, that shit wasn’t worth the headache.
&nbs
p; I’m just glad it’s finally over. Fingers crossed, we’re done with the likes of her crazy ass. Still, that stunt she pulled in Marika’s hotel suite was fucking out of control. On some realness, my mouth dropped open when Marika called me two o’clock in the morning and told me what went down.
“That crazy bitch came up to my hotel room and opened her coat—butt-naked, telling me to eat her pussy and fuck her in her ass again.”
“Yo, she did whaat?” I snapped, jolting up in bed, then reaching over and turning on the lamp. “What the fuck you mean she came up to your room and wanted you to fuck her?”
“Just what I said. She refused to leave.”
“What do you mean, ‘she refused to leave’? How the hell did she get in?”
“How the heck you think she got in? I opened the door and there she was. She said she only wanted a few moments to talk. So I let her in.”
I blinked, scratching my head in confusion. “Yo, what the hell? And why would you do that dumb shit?”
