When Somebody Loves You Back. Mary B. Morrison

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      “I was at your wedding. You weren’t.”

      Darius’s lips tightened. “So what you sayin’? You was gonna drop that shit on me in front of over a thousand people?”

      “You mean like the way you dropped me?”

      Darius became quiet, biting his bottom lip. His eyes automatically shifted to the corners whenever he lied or avoided telling the truth. He had no nonargumentative response, so he waited for Ashlee to say something.

      “Darius, I need to see you.”

      “I don’t think that’s a good idea, right now, or ever,” Darius replied, worrying how he’d feel about Ashlee if he did see her.

      Firmly she asked, “Where are you?”

      Darius whispered, “On my way home,” checking on Fancy, praying she was still asleep. Fancy was motionless. Eyes closed. Lightly breathing.

      “Which home?” Ashlee asked.

      Lowering his voice more, Darius mumbled, “The Valley. Why? What’s up with all the questions? You haven’t called me in months.”

      “How close are you?”

      Darius hissed, “Where are you?” then tightly ground his back teeth while flinching his jaw. Whenever his jaw tightened, Darius wanted to punch something or someone. Right now it was Ashlee.

      “Close.”

      “To what? Ashlee, don’t. Look, I can’t ignore what you said earlier, but right now I gotta go. Don’t call me. I’ll call you later.”

      “I’m sick of being your fuckin’ puppet!”

      Widening his eyes, Darius felt his forehead tensing in disbelief, giving him an instant headache, as he continued listening when what he should’ve done was hang up on the bitch. He didn’t mean to call her a bitch, but he hadn’t realized how attached she was to stupidity.

      “Ashlee, please move in with me. Ashlee, please don’t leave me. Ashlee, I need you to work for me. Let me lick your pussy. Ashlee, let me fuck you! Well, I’m tired of being fucked!”

      At any time she could’ve simply said no. Wasn’t like he’d held a gun to her head. Women. Was that why she’d fucked his brother?

      “Doing every damn thing your damn way just to make you happy when you obviously don’t give a shit! About me!”

      Maybe she should’ve given a damn about herself, less about him, and neither one of them would’ve had to have this conversation.

      Ashlee continued, “So I’ma tell you the fuck what!” Gasping heavily into his ear, she softly said, “Better yet, hurry your ass home. I’ll talk to you when you get here.”

      Like the bull he was, quick sharp puffs of steam hot enough to form smoke balls escaped Darius’s flaming nostrils as he shut his eyes, rolling his eyeballs to the top of the sockets. “Ashlee, you’d better not be at my house.” Darius wanted to exceed her anger but instead he said, “Fancy’s carrying my baby and she doesn’t need to deal with your nonsense.”

      Darius could’ve simply said Fancy was with him, but Ashlee already knew that and that wouldn’t have convinced Ashlee to stay away from him. Damn, did he trust Ashlee wasn’t daring enough to trespass on his property that he hadn’t changed the locks? Fuck! How ignorant of him.

      “Our house. I love you, Darius. I’ll see you when you get home. Bye, baby.”

      Smothering his voice, Darius hissed, “Ashlee. Ashlee. Damn it,” then sucked in all the oxygen he could before blowing the hot air out of his mouth, fogging up the window.

      A woman sure knew how to fuck with a man’s head. Heads. Both of his were in pain: one from not getting enough pussy and the other from hearing too much bitchin’. Was any of the shit Ashlee said true? Or was Ashlee jealous of Fancy and willing to do anything to keep him from getting married? Women.

      How could Darius tell Fancy he was sorry he came in her mouth and that he couldn’t make love to her? Not today. Not tomorrow. Maybe never again. He definitely didn’t want Fancy to hear the bad news from Ashlee. Why, of all days, had Ashlee called him on his wedding day to fuck with him?

      Interrupting his mental monologue, the limo driver said, “Mr. Williams, you’re home,” cruising into the driveway.

      Darius lowered the rear passenger-side tinted window, staring at his house.

      Fancy opened her eyes. “What was that all about?”

      The living room, dining room, and kitchen lights were on. Seconds later, all of the lights in his house went out.

      Oh, shit, Darius thought. Holding his breath, he prayed for the best and prepared for the worst.

      CHAPTER 3

      Ashlee

      Rocking little Darius in her arms, Ashlee kissed his lips, then laid him across the back car seat. The royal-blue baby blanket covered his lower body. Folding a pair of sweatpants into a makeshift pillow, Ashlee slightly propped his head, then fingered his thick curly hair. Six months had passed since the day she’d given birth. The same day he’d first and last seen his father. That would change when Darius got home.

      Ashlee sang, “You light up my life, you give me strength to carry on…hum, hum, hum, hum…” until little Darius’s round hazel eyes became heavy, heavier, then gently closed. Their son was the new love of her life. His golden-tanned complexion was a perfect blend of her pale and Darius’s melt-in-her-mouth caramel-sugary skin. The shape and color of their son’s eyes were an exact replica of Darius’s mom’s.

      “Wait here, my precious baby,” Ashlee said, rubbing his hand.

      “Mommy’ll be back soon. This time with Daddy.”

      Leaving the black rental SUV in Darius’s circular driveway, Ashlee grabbed her purse, quietly closing the car door. “Oh no.” Reopening the door, she lowered the window a half inch, then reclosed the door.

      A few steps toward the front entrance, Ashlee yelled, “Ooohh,” then covered her mouth while shielding her eyes. Blinding lights beamed across the lawn. Kneeling on the GO AWAY mat, she rummaged inside her purse.

      “Okay, wallet, credit card holder, lipstick. Shit!” The teeth of her comb lodged underneath her fingernail. Ashlee sucked her middle finger, then pulled out her keys.

      “Please let this work.” Boldly she shoved the silver metal ridges into the lock, twisting to the right.

      Click.

      “Yes!” Entering Darius’s home through the front door, Ashlee stood in the foyer. An enormous topless painting of Fancy hung on the wall above. “Uuhhh. How disgusting!” Critiquing the image, Ashlee thought Fancy was as beautiful as the day she recalled meeting her for the first time at a fund-raiser Darius had taken Ashlee to. And while Ashlee would love to say the painting was airbrushed, she knew it wasn’t. A woman that gorgeous, СКАЧАТЬ