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ОглавлениеChapter Five
Tuesday was thirty-five minutes into her favorite reality show when she heard Marcus approaching from the hall. She quickly shut off the TV and killed the lamp on her nightstand.
He entered their two-thousand-square foot master bedroom to find all the lights out. Tuesday was curled up on their custom ultra-king-sized bed with her back to him.
She ignored him when he called her name. Tuesday knew it was a childish game. It was just like the one Danielle had just played with her, but still, she was mad at him. As a woman she felt she had the God-given right to aggravate her man.
Marcus slid beneath the sheets and closed the distance between them. Tuesday didn’t respond to the feel of his warm body against hers. When he draped his big muscular arm around her, Tuesday didn’t move.
“Baby listen,” his voice was a bass-filled whisper right at her ear. “Don’t insult my intelligence by faking like you sleep and I won’t keep insulting yours by faking like nothing’s wrong.”
Tuesday sucked her teeth. It was the only acknowledgement she was willing to give.
He said, “I been trippin’ lately because I gotta meeting coming up and I’m really not looking forward to it.”
Tuesday had expected something much worse than some boring meeting like the one she skipped out on. “Just send Brandon in your place.”
“Can’t. It’s something I have to deal with in person.”
Tuesday turned on him. Even in the gloom the worry could be seen in her gray-green eyes. Without needing to be told, she already knew what type of meeting this was and why he had been sweating it. He was not being called to attend as Marcus King; this was a meeting for Sebastian Caine.
“Who’s calling this sit-down?”
“The type of people you can’t say no to.” He didn’t elaborate and Tuesday didn’t need him to. As a rule, he had never done business in person, so anyone who could demand the presence of Sebastian Caine was definitely somebody to be feared.
“But I still don’t know why they want you. You’ve been through with that life.” Her last statement had the ring of a question just in case there was something Marcus wasn’t telling her.
“I’ve been completely legit for years but I’m also connected to shit you’re never really out of. I still have dues I have to pay and obligations I have to meet.”
She asked, “Everything gone be okay?”
“Yeah. Just a couple of people gone be there I ain’t never want to see again. That’s all.”
Tuesday appreciated the explanation, but knew there was more. She had watched her husband stress over something for months and now he was trying to convince her that this meeting was nothing to stress over. “If this ain’t no big deal then why you been so down lately?”
Marcus rolled onto his back, expelled a heavy breath. “You’ve never heard of Rene Rodriguez—I know it without having to ask. He’s a Mexican immigrant who been living in San Antonio since the sixties, and on the low is one of the richest muthafuckas in America. Rene had control of the border towns in Texas and been responsible for half the product coming up from Mexico since the early eighties.
“When I was twenty-two, I was down there working for his son. I was just a goon but, for whatever reason, the old man took a shine to me. After his son died, Rene became like a father to me—and this was back when a lot of Latinos wasn’t fucking with blacks like that. You never wondered how a regular nigga like me was able to get plugged on that level? Rene was my connect—later on, he gave me his blessing to start my own thing.”
Tuesday was fascinated because Marcus never talked about his past. Most of what she knew about Sebastian Caine was centered around myths that circulated through the hood, despite the fact that they slept in the same bed and were raising two children together.
She started to piece things together for herself. “Rene’s got to be pretty old by now. He’s dying. That’s what this whole thing is about?”
Marcus rewarded her correct assessment with a brief smile. “Stage four liver cancer—he doesn’t have long. A group of us have to discuss how things are gonna shake out after he’s gone. I also have to go pay my respects.”
Tuesday was hungry for more but knew that even this small scrap of information was like a buffet when coming from him. It still put her at ease somewhat since she could now understand his concerns.
She asked, “When do you have to go?”
“Next week. I’m leaving on Wednesday.”
Tuesday moved closer to him. Her eyes were gray and serious when she said, “Thank you for telling me.”
He pulled back the silky black hair that hung to conceal part of her face. “Bae, I’m wrong for not telling you sooner. Even with the rings and kids, I know sometimes it just feel like we’re playing family. But in order for our thing to be real, we have to let each other in.”
Marcus was bathed in the violet glow that filtered into the window, falling across their bed. He stared at her through coffee-colored eyes with thick brows. His neatly-trimmed goatee framed pink juicy lips.
Tuesday didn’t know at what point she started kissing them. She just found herself on top of Marcus, pulling off his wifebeater. He had a broad chest from years of lifting weights which Tuesday covered with light kisses.
He stopped her as she pecked her way down his eight-pack abs. “If you gone hook me up, do it right.”
Tuesday looked up at him. “What’cho mean?”
“I’m just sayin’ if you gone bless me, bless me with the real shit. Don’t shortchange me.”
Tuesday smirked. “Nigga, I know you ain’t sayin’ my head done got whack?”
“Not whack because you better than most when you ain’t even trying. But you ain’t been giving me yo’ best either. Lately you ain’t been goin’ hard.”
Tuesday pretended like she didn’t know what he was talking about when she actually did. The distance between them had Tuesday capping him off more out of obligation than genuine enthusiasm. She didn’t notice the drop-off in her performance but he obviously had.
“Or maybe you was just saving your best tongue work for yo’ girl?”
That came out of left field and caught Tuesday totally off guard. Her eyes went buck but she caught herself before she gave away too much. “Boy, what is you talkin’ bout?”
Marcus gave her a bitch please look. “You really gone sit here and do that?
“At first I ain’t give a fuck cause I figure it was just you havin’ some fun, relieving some stress. But now it’s affecting shit at work and at home. You need to shut that shit down like yesterday.”
Tuesday didn’t know why she was so surprised that Marcus knew about Shaun; since she had known him he made it his business to know about everything that happened around him. She didn’t think he actually had people following her but couldn’t rule that out either. Her husband had enough clout to have somebody in the CIA watching her with a satellite.
Tuesday was busted but still tried to play dumb. “Bae, for real. What’cho talkin’ about?”
Marcus just smiled. He saw the game she wanted to play and just left it alone. “So what’s happenin’? Can a nigga still get hooked up or what?”
Tuesday had always taken pride in her skills and felt some type of way at hearing her man was not satisfied. She wanted to make up for that and remind him of what she could do. So when she tugged down his shorts, she devoured the dick. She took the length of him hungrily, all throat and no hands. Marcus cuffed the back of her head and groaned in ecstasy.
It hardly took five minutes of Tuesday using her special corkscrew technique to push him to a powerful explosion. He cursed out loud, unloaded into her warm, wet mouth while she continued to suck and swallow.
Marcus was lying on his back, head still spinning when Tuesday asked, “Was that my A-game or what?”
“Oh, now you gone get arrogant. Bitch come here!”
He pulled Tuesday on top of him and when he pulled off her Tigers T-shirt, there was nothing underneath because, while he might not have earned the sexy lingerie, she still knew she was going to fuck him. She teased his semi-hard dick back to a full erection then sat on it and began to grind in slow circles.
Most of the rich housewives were flocking to get plastic surgery and Tuesday was no exception. She only got a boob job because nursing Tanisha had left her tits deflated. She selected a modest 36C that looked and felt natural.
She was on top riding Marcus while he matched her rhythm with upward thrusts. That big dick was hitting her spot and she couldn’t control herself. He sat up to feed on her nipples while putting fingers in her ass. Marcus stroked her deep and told her the pussy was his and Tuesday moaned in agreement.
What Shaun and many previous lovers couldn’t accept was that, while Tuesday sometimes used women for recreation, she could never be a full-on lesbian. She was too attracted to masculinity. With women Tuesday typically took the more dominant role but at heart was a submissive. She loved rough sex and was most turned on when being manhandled and controlled in the way that only a thuggish nigga could.
So when Marcus flipped her onto her stomach and pushed into her from behind, she was already cumming again. He had her face down on her knees, tugging at a fistful of new weave. He pounded her from the back and groaned, “Damn bitch, ’dis ass so fat!” and the sound of it slapping against his pelvis echoed throughout the room.
Forty-five minutes and two positions later, Tuesday was on top again, riding him reverse cowgirl. Marcus had rolled a blunt from their personal stash of premium kush. They passed it back and forth while Tuesday put on a show, tossing her hair, licking her fingers. She knew her husband was enjoying the view of his bad bitch dancing on his dick in slow motion. Tuesday was so hot and wet that Marcus joked that she had a Jacuzzi in her pussy.
She was in a trance with her eyes closed and about to bust again when Marcus suddenly stopped mid-stroke. She knew her man well enough to know he didn’t cum. “Bae, what’s wrong?”
“You ain’t gone believe this shit,” he whispered low through a mouthful of smoke. “Guess who standing over there lookin’ me right in my muthafuckin’ face?”
Tuesday glanced across their spacious bedroom and in the gloom could see Tanisha’s tiny silhouette. Their two-year-old daughter stood just inside the half-opened door silently watching them.
“You forgot to lock it,” hissed Tuesday. She snatched the sheet to cover herself. “Shit! How long she been there?”
“I don’t know, but just be cool. We ain’t gotta make this weird for her. She too young to know what she seeing anyway. If we don’t act like we doin’ nothing wrong then it’ll be straight.”
He called to her: “Hey, Nisha. What’cho doin’ outta bed?”
Tanisha started to whine the way kids do when they think they’re in trouble.
Marcus put out the blunt and tried to fan away the smoke. “It’s okay Ni Ni, I’m not mad at you. Come here. Come to Da-Da.”
Tanisha shuffled over to their bed wearing Wonder Woman pajamas and holding the stuffed toy bunny that was her constant companion. Tuesday slid off of Marcus when he picked up his daughter and kissed her forehead.
“What’s the matter wit’ my baby? Mommy woke you up makin’ all that noise?” Tuesday kicked him under the sheets.
When Tanisha said she wanted water, Tuesday gave her a few swallows from a glass on the nightstand. Then she climbed in bed between them and made herself comfortable. Tuesday and Marcus just smirked at each other because they knew that sex was a wrap. They were back in Mommy and Daddy mode.
Tuesday had named Tanisha after her best friend who had been a casualty of the war she fought in Detroit.
She teased her. “Nisha look like she still sleepy.”
The little girl shook her head for an emphatic “no” even as she let out a long yawn.
A few minutes later, Tanisha was resting her head on her father’s chest with a thumb in her mouth. Tuesday was playing with the ends of her daughter’s braided hair.
“I already ended that situation tonight.” Tuesday saw no reason to keep lying to him when he obviously knew the truth. “I shouldn’t have let it get outta hand like that.”
He asked, “Was she starting to catch feelings?”
It took a few seconds before she confessed, “We both were.”
Marcus gave her a kiss for support. It was his way of saying he appreciated the honesty and she would not be judged. Tuesday loved this about her man. If Tanisha wasn’t there, that would’ve earned him some more head.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what made you shut it down?”
She looked into his eyes. “She wanted the one thing from me that I wasn’t willing to give.”
The conversation Shaun pressed Tuesday to have with Marcus was not in regards to Tuesday leaving him. It was about Shaun joining in. She had proposed a polyamorous relationship where the three of them all lived together as one big happy family.
Tuesday pretended to think about it, but knew that was never going to happen. She understood how difficult it must have been for Shaun to see Tuesday pull off in her new Benz and head off to her big mansion while being left to struggle in the hood. Tuesday liked spending time with Shaun but wasn’t looking to save a bitch. She damn sure wasn’t looking to share her family or her man.
Marcus laughed. “I’m just trippin’ cause yo’ boy couldn’t get invited to the party one time.”
Tuesday was serious. “I don’t mind bringin’ bitches home who come to play. But that bitch wanted to stay.”