Confessions. Sasha Campbell

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      All I wanted was a tennis bracelet. Instead, I had some knucklehead banging on my bathroom door, trippin’ about a photograph he shouldn’t have found in the first place. I don’t know what it is, but once you give a brotha some, he seems to lose his damn mind.

      The evening had started off perfect. I had made a fabulous dinner of a tossed salad and Cheeseburger Macaroni Hamburger Helper. Afterward, we moved up to my bedroom, where I gave Cory a massage. The entire time I was rubbing oil all over him, I was thinking about the beautiful one-carat diamond and ruby bracelet I saw at Jared that looked gorgeous on my arm. Ready to get down to business, I flipped Cory onto his back and rode him as if he were a mechanical bull. Ms. Netta got mad skills, and I had the brotha speaking in tongues. I just knew that by the time I was finished with him there was no way he was going to deny me my bracelet. But before I could even begin hinting about jewelry, that idiot came and then had the nerve to fall asleep. I was so pissed off, I decided to treat myself to a hot bubble bath before I put his ass out, and had barely put my big toe in the water when Cory slammed his fist against the door, scaring the shit out of me. Now all I wanted was for him to get the hell out my house.

      “Cory, I ain’t in the mood,” I warned.

      “I want an answer,” he demanded.

      “Take your nosy ass home!”

      “Yo, I ain’t going nowhere till you tell me the truth!”

      Damn! After reaching for my washcloth, I mopped beads of sweat from my forehead. The lukewarm water did nothing to cool my raging temper. “I already told you the truth,” I mumbled.

      “Then why you got this mothafucka’s picture in your drawer?”

      What the hell was he doing in my drawer? Didn’t his mama teach him, if you go looking for trouble, you’re sure to find it? Besides, it was my house. If he wasn’t gone by the time I finished my bath, as soon as I dried off, I was putting his ass out.

      When it comes to men, I know when to cut my losses. Well, I was there. I was tired of Cory’s bullshit and his crooked dick. “I already told you. I forgot it was in there.”

      He snorted rudely. “You must think I’m stupid or something. I know you’re still fucking him. Now open this door before I knock it down!”

      Leaning forward, I turned the faucet on, adding more hot water to the tub while also trying to drown out his nagging voice. This is what I got for inviting his ass to my house. For once, I should have listened to Nikki.

      Why is it after you give a brotha some coochie they think they own you? I ain’t never been able to figure that shit out. There was no ring on my finger. Well…at least not this week. He wasn’t paying my bills, yet Cory had the audacity to go through my personal belongings looking for some shit to trip about. A photograph he had no business finding in the first place.

      Sinking lower into the water, I allowed my mind to wander back eight years, to the day I met Leon Montgomery. The first man I ever loved and the man I later married. He was also the man whose photograph Cory found in my drawer.

      “Trinette, you hear me talking to you!” Cory banged on the door again and broke through my thoughts.

      I shook my head while wondering how the hell I ended up with a psycho. I guess I had to take part of the blame. I should have been honest and told Cory I was married. My bad. I screwed up. I just didn’t think that bit of information was important, considering we’d only been seeing each other two weeks and I didn’t expect it to last much longer. It couldn’t. There was nothing he or any other man could do for me but give me their money, buy me nice things, and lick Ms. Netta’s coochie. Plain and simple. Hmmm. I guess this meant I wouldn’t be getting that bracelet.

      I don’t know why I went out with Cory in the first place. It wasn’t like he was my type. He’s a pretty boy with gray eyes and wavy hair. I don’t do pretty boys, because they spend more time in front of the mirror than I do. And I definitely can’t have that. However, when I first spotted him at the gym, all I could do was stare as he used the equipment. I wasn’t staring because he had muscles on top of muscles. I was staring because I had seen his face in the newspaper two months before after he had won the Missouri Lottery. $100k. While I watched, I wondered what it would take for me to get his attention. An idea finally hit me. I moved over to the deltoid machine and purposely faked ignorance. Sure enough, Cory came to my aid. It took everything I had not to run my tongue across his massive biceps. Then after a few minutes of proper instruction, he asked me out. Cory was shorter than my usual sponsors, but since his pockets were fat, I was more than willing to make an exception.

      Big mistake.

      “Trinette!”

      I turned the water off because with him banging on the door and hollering like some damn fool, relaxing was totally out of the question. I climbed out and reached for a towel.

      “Boo, why you lying to me? Huh? I want an answer!”

      His whining was quickly wearing my nerves. I dried off and reached for my robe, hanging on the back of the bathroom door. “Lie to you about what?” I asked as I swung the door open. Would you believe the fool had the nerve to have tears in his eyes?

      I rolled my eyes and moved over to my dresser drawer that was still sitting wide open. A colorful array of Victoria’s Secret garments had been thrown every which way. Organization has never been one of my strengths, but that was beside the point.

      Cory flung the photo back into the drawer. “I can’t believe this shit! Everything I’ve done for you and this is how you treat me.”

      “Hold up. Everything like what?” Because he had yet to spend any real money on me. I reached for the remote and turned the television off. I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss a single word of what he was about to say.

      “I just made breakfast for you last weekend.”

      I laughed as I closed the drawer and moved to take a seat on the end of my queen-size bed. “Since when is popping two Eggo waffles into the toaster considered cooking?”

      His brow bunched as he spoke. “It’s the thought that counts. Besides, last week we went out to dinner and a movie.”

      “Oooh! Big spender. You took me to Steak ’n Shake with a coupon, and the movie was a matinee.” Now, I don’t have a problem with cutting corners. Lord knows my broke ass does when I don’t have a choice. What pissed me off was we dropped by Walmart on the way so he could stuff my purse with candy and soda. He better recognize. Ms. Netta is used to being wined and dined by a man. I didn’t mind giving a brother a little coochie for monetary gain. Hell, usually at this point in the relationship, brothas are passing hundred dollar bills my way to support my insatiable shopping habit, but not this broke joke. The money stopped coming my way after the first week. I’m not gonna front. Cory bought me a pair of diamond earrings, took me on a shopping spree in Chicago the weekend before, and even gave me two thousand dollars when I lied and told him my car was about to be repossessed. But for the past several days, all he wanted to do is lie in my bed and watch television. Uh-uh, as far as I was concerned, we still had thousands of dollars to spend. Or at least that’s what I thought before I picked up his pants and tossed them at him, then noticed a crumpled piece of paper on the floor. He was still going on and on about finding Leon’s picture and demanding to know who the dude was when I reached down and picked the piece of paper up and stared at it.

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