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  “It’s my son. He’s been in a bad accident.”

  Had I heard him right? His son? In two months he had never mentioned having a son. And I’m sure it’s because his son has a mother who is probably his wife or long time girlfriend! Aunt Madie was right. Black men ain’t good for nothing but blowing our backs out and leaving our pussies singing. Mine had been singing love songs, but just as she had said, I was about to be singing the damn blues!

  “Kimba, I know I’ve got a lot to explain, but right now I have to get to Tampa.” He fumbled around in his pockets until he pulled out his keys. “I’ll call you later. I promise.” And just like that he was gone.

  I was left sitting, feeling and no doubt looking like the damn fool I was. Once again I had been played. “I didn’t know he had a son.” I whispered shamefully.

  Zayna and James offered comforting words, but I wasn’t ready to be consoled. I took my leave from the dinner table and retired to my bedroom. I turned my radio dial to a popular blues station. I listened as B.B. King stroked his guitar, Lucille, and tears paraded down my narrow face.

  I was so through with Aaron. Not only had he lied to me by not telling me about his son. He had also lied about calling me with an explanation. There was no explanation. At least he didn’t have to explain it. It was clear. Aaron was a married man. That’s why he had been MIA for over a week without so much as a phone call to me. And he couldn’t say he had tried and didn’t reach me. I slept with my cell phone in hand. He hadn’t called.

  Zayna and James didn’t spend a lot of time at our apartment. I think they were trying to protect my feelings by not showcasing their beautiful love affair in my face. I was thankful for that. I just wanted them to stop inviting me to go out with them. The last thing I wanted to be was a third wheel.

  After two weeks, I gave up on Aaron calling me. I had convinced myself to accept the lunch offer from the CEO of my company, who just so happened to be a white man. He had been flirting with me for damn near a year, so I finally took him up on his offer. I wasn’t attracted to him, but I could get used to living Aunt Madie’s fabulous life. He owned the real estate agency and he was also a forty-something year old widow. With Brent as my husband, I could retire and just shop and have affairs like my crazy aunt. It was better than being in love because “love don’t love nobody.” Wouldn’t you know once my mind was all made up to start dating Brent, Aaron called?

  “Hello?” I answered, not wanting to sound too eager or bitter.

  “Kimba, it’s so good to hear your voice. I’ve missed you.”

  I rolled my eyes. He could have called me two weeks ago and said this. Or he could have at least answered my calls. “How’s your son?”

  “AJ’s fine. Thank God, he is going to make a full recovery.” I could hear the smile in his voice. As mad as I was with him I was glad to hear that his son was okay. AJ? I guess that meant he had been named after Aaron. “You’ve got to meet him.”

  I lost my cool. “And what about the wife you forgot to mention? How could you lie to me like that Aaron? Black men are always trying to get over! You could have told me you had a child and a wife. I might have still fucked you that night! Who knows?”

  “Whoa! Slow down, Kimba! This is exactly why I didn’t tell you about AJ. I figured you would overreact. Just because I have a son doesn’t mean I’m married or still screwing my son’s mother! All black men are not trying to get over. And if all I wanted from you was sex that night, I would have left it at that.”

  Now we were both angry. I was huffing and puffing and I could hear him doing the same. Even though he should have told me about his son I felt like kicking myself for stereotyping him. I assumed he was hiding something and he correctly assumed that I would be suspicious had he told me about his son.

  “I was going to tell you. I just wanted to make sure we had a solid connection first. I didn’t want to send you running away from me right off the bat. Can you forgive me, Kimba? I’ve had a rough two weeks and the last thing I need is to lose you. I can’t deal with that.” I listened as he explained that his son’s mother had been his high school sweetheart. AJ was born two weeks after their high school graduation. The relationship actually ended before his birth, but Aaron had always been a great father to his son. He and Tonya, his ex, remained friends but not homie-lover-friends.

  “And now my parents and I are all AJ have.” He said in conclusion. I heard the tears in his voice. Tonya died in the car crash. She never regained consciousness.

  “We buried her just yesterday. I know I should have called Kimba, but there was so much going on. It was so hard to tell AJ that his mother was gone. Even at eight years old he had a hard time understanding.”

  “I can be there in a few hours, Baby. I’m sorry.” I forgave him and I wanted him to forgive me. He was the man I had fallen in love with and I knew that he loved me. No way was I going to let him go.

  “I love you so much. But, you don’t have to drive to Tampa. I should be home tomorrow. AJ got released yesterday and he’s going to stay down here with my parents until I get situated.” I understood. “But I do hope that you’ll be there for me in the future, Kimba. I already know that I’m in love with you. You’re the woman I want to marry and spend the rest of my life with. I hope you can learn to love AJ as you have learned to love me. I want us to raise him and our kids together.”

  It wasn’t a wedding proposal, but at least I knew he was ready to spend the rest of his life with me. I didn’t have to settle for a life like Aunt Madie’s. I would be with a man that I loved and not only would my pussy sing; my heart would sing. As a matter of fact it sang Luther’s “So Amazing” when I answered, “Like I said, I can be there in a few hours. I’m ready to meet my son and future in laws.”

  Wild horses couldn’t stop me.

  LINDA R. HERMAN a.k.a. Sunshine Royal resides in South Georgia with her husband and three kids. While raising two teens and a two year old as well as holding down a full time job as an emergency 911 dispatcher, this young woman makes the time to read and write.

  Linda dabbles in many writing genres. She anticipates the release of her first novella, Consequences: When Love is Blind. Though a work of fiction, the novella will hopefully raise the awareness of women concerning the spread of HIV/AIDS in our community. “It’s going to take unity and a lot of faith in God to beat this deadly disease.”

  Linda is also a proud member and the founder of ASA, where authors support authors. Please check out ASA at www.freewebs.com/asanetwork and www.myspace.com/asaauthors.

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  Caught with my Ex

  Niyah Moore

  When my sexy ex, Larenz, came by to get our one-year old daughter for their third weekend together, for some reason, he wanted to sit down for a few minutes to talk. I stood in shock as I watched him make himself comfortable on my plush white couch. At first, I stared at the side of his smooth caramel-colored face and his perfectly lined mustache and goatee, and I wondered what it was he wanted to say. I hoped he wanted to say he was spending the night. I shifted, and tried to get rid of that uncomfortable silence as I cleared my throat and said, "So, what's up?"

  He finally said the words I had wanted to hear for so long, “I’m moving to Oakland.”

  My heart jumped in anticipation as I replied indifferently, “Oh really? Why?”

  Shit, he would be closer to San Francisco. I calmed down for a second so he wouldn’t notice my anxiousness.

  “I’m tired of Sacramento,” he replied simply as he held Keyshia in his arms.

  For one, he must’ve thought I was stupid. His eyes dared not meet mine as he told me a lie. He was in some sort of trouble. I could feel it. Leave it up to Mr. Larenz to live in trouble. He was running from something or someone. Either one, wasn’t like him to be afraid of anything. Whatever the reason, it was fine with me because I wanted him closer to his daughter.

  I could care about his lies. Shit, I had my own issues. My
current boyfriend of a little over a year and a half, Jared, was cheating on me, even though I couldn’t prove it. I hadn’t seen or heard from him in a little over a week.

  I almost wanted to walk out of my apartment, down the stairs, and ask that bitch if my man was up in there. I couldn’t because I was too afraid to know the truth.

  “Heather, what’s wrong?” Larenz asked as he studied my worried expression.

  “Nothing,” I replied coming out of my own wicked thoughts.

  He looked at me as if he knew better, but he didn’t press the issue. He just cuddled with our daughter. I never thought I would see the day when he would step up to the plate and be the father he was should've always been. That had to be the reason why I wanted to sleep with him. I saw a softer side of Larenz, a side buried deep within him.

  My phone rang and I hoped it was Jared. I called him all day and I hadn’t heard a word from him. I answered quickly before it could ring again and noticed the number on the caller id was blocked.

  “Hello?”

  “Heather?” she asked.

  It was Maiah, his son’s mama. Damn. What did she want? My tense body relaxed a little.

  “Hey, Maiah,” I answered in monotone.

  I looked at Larenz. He frowned and looked down at his cell phone. He didn't want to talk to her.

  “Hey, is Larenz there by chance?” She asked.

  “Larenz?” I repeated staring at him. "No, he's-."

  “Yeah,” she interrupted, “he said he was coming by there to get Keyshia.”

  I looked at him again and I motioned towards the phone. He shook his head no quickly. I frowned and replied, “Not yet. You want me to tell him you called if I see him?”

  “No, I’ll just keep trying his cell.”

  “Okay.”

  She hung up. That girl was a head case when it came to Larenz. He had some kind of magic spell on her.

  “What’s up with her calling all the fuckin’ time?” I asked irritated. Ever since I started taking Keyshia to see her little brother, she acted as if we were supposed to be best friends.

  “You know Maiah… She’ll track me down if she has to.”

  “I don’t know how you deal with that child.”

  He rocked Keyshia. She fell asleep in his lap as he leaned back on the couch. I played with the phone in my hands. I wanted to talk to Jared because I needed to settle this feeling in my stomach. I wanted to know who he was sleeping with.

  “Is there trouble in Paradise?” he asked examining my nervous eyes and fidgeting hands.

  I came out of my daydream again and asked with a deep frown on my face, “What you say?”

  “Your boy, is he messing around on you?”

  I stared at him. Was it that obvious? “Why you ask?”

  “I see it all over your face.”

  I paused and let his deep stare see that I was having a hard time dealing with my new issue. “I don’t know what he’s doing,” I admitted.

  “Yes you do...”

  I looked at him hard. He was a man. He knew. “I don’t have evidence.”

  “What you need to catch him in the act or something? Come on Heather . A woman always knows. Believe me. I’ve never been able to fool anyone.”

  I fought the tears that burned from deep within. I didn’t want to cry in front of Larenz, but no matter how much I didn’t want to, I did any way. I sobbed lightly at first, but as soon as his hand touched my shoulder, that’s when the tears fell like rain.

  With our daughter still in his arms, he hugged me. “If he doesn’t want to call, and if he doesn’t want to be with you then let him go,” he said as he rubbed my back.

  I wiped my tears away quickly. “Easier said than done.”

  “You can do it. You’re too strong for him anyway. He’s too insecure. You’re going to be all right.”

  “Yeah,” I sniffled. He was right. I didn’t need him.

  We were silent for a moment. My own naughty thoughts could see Larenz’s strong arms lift me up as he hit my kitty hard from the back, damn! I could hear the slapping sound our skin would make and I immediately got hot. What I would do to have that man in my bed again? I wanted my teeth to bite the sheets, as he pushed my head into the mattress. I wanted to be at his mercy.

  “Okay, we’re heading out now,” he said as he got up and put Keyshia’s bag over his shoulder.

  “Wait,” I heard myself say. “Stay for a while. I don’t want to be alone.”

  He looked confused, but then he looked as if he understood. He walked from the living room and to Keyshia’s room to put her in bed.

  I sat the phone back in the cradle. Jared wasn’t going to call and I had to get over my sadness. Larenz walked out of Keyshia’s room and sat next to me on the couch. I gently placed my head on his shoulder.

  He ran his fingers through my short Bohemian mixed hair. Tears ran down my face and I couldn’t help it. I brushed them away as quickly as they came. No matter how much I wanted the pain to go away I couldn’t stop my tears.

  “Stop crying Heather… You’re too beautiful, my mocha-colored princess.”

  I hadn’t heard him call me that in years.

  “I’m trying not to.”

  “What’s going on?” He asked as he tried to read my expression.

  I didn’t want to tell my baby’s father what was going on, but I had to tell someone. He offered his listening ear, so I had to vent. “I came home early last week and I found an empty condom wrapper on the bedroom floor. My bed was unmade, it smelled like sex in the air, and he wasn’t here. When he came back, I asked him up about it. Some girl named Angel kept calling his phone, but of course he denied everything. The crazy thing is that there’s this girl downstairs named Angel and the same perfume she wears, is the perfume that was on my sheets.”

  “Wow…” he replied speechless, “You still want to be with him?”

  I hesitated before I answered. I loved Jared, but I didn’t want to be a fool. “I don’t know. I’m not sure. All I want him to do is be honest.”

  “A man will never be completely honest about cheating.”

  I stared at him, surprised he would admit that, as much as he cheated on me. “I guess you would know.”

  He rubbed my back, ignored my smart comment, and said, “Everything will work out Heather. You and my little girl deserve so much more.”

  I decided to change the subject. I didn’t want to talk about Jared any more. I asked, “You hear anything from Troi?”

  Troi was his ex-girlfriend, the woman he cheated on me with. Their relationship ended when Troi found out about the other baby’s mama, Maiah. See, Larenz was a compulsive cheater himself. He didn’t know how to do right by any woman. He should be listening to his own words.

  “She doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

  His gentle rub on my back became a deep massage. I closed my eyes. His hands felt good as he caressed my back. The old feelings I had for him never left and that was part of my problem with Jared. He knew that having Larenz back in our lives was bringing back old feelings. I wanted him to touch, kiss, and make love to me. I wanted him to tell me he was still in love with me, and come back home, even after all he put me through.

  I felt his soft kiss on my forehead as his hands kept rubbing in all the right places. I looked up into his eyes. He stared back with the same look of love in his eyes that I felt in my heart. I made the first move by kissing his soft lips. He pulled back as if he wasn’t sure if I should’ve made that move. I moved in again to kiss him and he didn’t back away. My lips found his and we kissed as if we both had wanted to do that for some time. Then we stopped as if we were afraid to do anything else.

  He waited for me to say something, but I couldn’t say one word. I only wanted his lips back on mine. He kissed me again, this time deeper. I sucked on his bottom lip as he tugged slightly at my top lip.

  His hands grabbed onto my plump ass with this sense of urgency that shot a wonderful sensation straight up my spine.
Ever since his tall handsome ass walked up into my place, as if he owned this pussy, I wanted to give him every bit of it.

  His kisses took me through a trip down memory lane. I remembered how he used to grab me roughly, pull my hair, and demand me to scream his name. My body yearned for those days again.

  He pulled my shirt over my head in a hurried fashion and then he took my breasts out of my bra. He kissed and sucked each one with such passion that I could feel every flick of his tongue. I wet my panties every time his tongue played over each nipple. I knew that by the time he was ready to take them off, they would be soaking wet. I grasped the back of his head with both hands as his tongue kept sending that sweet message through my breasts.

  He took his time.

  Then his right hand moved down to my jeans. He sat up so he could unbutton and unzip them. He removed the pants and found his way inside of my wet panties. He played with my warm clit stroking it softly with his thumb and index finger. A shot of electricity went through my whole body.

  He had me right where he wanted me.

  I moaned softly as he lifted my small frame up and carried me to the bedroom. As soon as my back lay on that bed, he covered me with his fully clothed body.

  He sucked my neck and I held him tightly against my body. I wanted this moment to last forever. I could feel myself quivering with anticipation, ready for my legs to lock around his waist.

  He took the rest of my clothes off without hesitation. I helped him out of the pesky material that separated his bare flesh from mines. I forgot how nice his caramel body looked naked. He was thick, but fit. He worked the hell out of that six-pack. My hands touched every inch of his beautiful frame as familiarity washed over me.

  Holding his nice thick stick in his hands, he pushed me back on the bed, mounted me and entered my awaiting body. I gasped and closed my eyes tightly because his size filled me completely.