Chapter Thirteen
For the past three weeks Eli had been spending all of his free time with Kylee. He knew what he was doing was wrong, and that his father would be displeased, but since his father wasn’t around anymore, Eli chose to do what would make him happy.
Eli was lying toward the foot of the bed, watching the Cavs vs. the Heat basketball game, when Tionna walked in wearing a new black two-piece panty and bra set, with a pair of six-inch stilettos.
“You like?” she asked, while modeling in front of the TV.
“Yeah. Now will you get out from in front of the TV?” he asked, waving her to the side. Eli couldn’t deny his wife was sexy as hell, she had a body most forty-year-old women could only dream about having, but he was more interested in watching the game than having sex with her.
“This is the first time you’ve been home in weeks; the least you could do is pay your wife some attention. Can’t you DVR the game?” Tionna asked as she walked over to the bed and sat down beside him.
“I’m watchin’ the game, T,” Eli huffed.
“Come on, Eli. Sy’onn is asleep and it’s been awhile since we’ve fooled around,” Tionna said, while rubbing Eli’s back.
“Hell we could fuck all the time if you stay the fuck off the phone wit’ Edna’s miserable ass,” Eli said, keeping his eyes glued to the TV screen.
“Edna’s not miserable, she’s just a little lonely, that’s all,” Tionna said, defending her best friend.
“Okay, call it what you want. Yessss,” he cheered after LeBron made a nice three-point shot.
Tionna started planting kisses on her husband’s neck. She was going to get some sex and she wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“Come on, Eli, I need to cum,” she begged.
“Tionna, if you don’t let me watch this fuckin’ game . . .” Eli frowned, pushing her off of him.
“Fuck it then!” she snapped.
“Got-damn, T, every fuckin’ time I wanna watch somethin’ on TV yo’ ass start botherin’ me. Do I come in here and bother yo’ ass when you watchin’ them ratchet-ass hoes on Love and Hip Hop or whatever that bullshit is you be watchin’?” Eli asked angrily.
“Damn, nigga, all I wanted is for my husband to fuck me; is that too much to ask for?” she huffed.
Eli rolled out of bed, grabbed Tionna by the throat and threw her back on the bed, ripping her new panties off with his free hand.
“Get the fuck off me, Eli.” She squirmed, trying to get away from Eli’s tight grasp.
“You said you wanted to fuck,” he said, pulling his dick out of his boxers, before climbing on top of his wife.
“Stop it, Eli,” she screamed.
“Shut up, bitch,” he said, while ramming his manhood inside of his wife’s soaking wet cave.
“Stop, Eli,” she whined in ecstasy.
Eli closed his eyes and pictured himself making love to Kylee. He laid pipe like a true plumber. Tionna was enjoying every minute of it. She didn’t know what had gotten into her husband, whatever it was, she loved it.
“Yes,” Tionna moaned as Eli tried to blow her back out.
“You love this dick don’t you?” he asked, as his mind was still stuck on Kylee.
“Yes, daddy, I love this dick,” Tionna hollered as her husband pleasured her.
“I know,” he said as he pulled his manhood out and came on his wife’s stomach before rolling over on his back.
“Damn, nigga,” was all Tionna could say as she tried to steady her breathing.
“Now can I watch the game?” Eli asked as he climbed out of bed and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Tionna didn’t reply. She watched as her husband walked into the en-suite bathroom to get himself a towel.
“Who is she?” Tionna asked from out of nowhere as she lay in her own juices.
“She who?” Eli asked, looking around the room as if someone else was in there besides them two and wiping himself down at the same time.
“The bitch you fuckin’.”
“What bitch?” Eli frowned.
“Come on, Eli. You haven’t fucked me like that since Jamaica. You have to have been thinkin’ about her while you were fuckin’ me,” Tionna said, hurt.
“Look, I don’t know who this she is,” Eli said, walking back into the bathroom, wondering, while tossing the wet towel on the sink, how his wife knew his mind was on another woman. Was it that obvious? he thought as he walked back into the bedroom.
“Yeah, okay, you can keep actin’ like you don’t know,” Tionna said, climbing out of bed.
“This is why I stay gone all the time! I get fuckin’ tired of hearin’ yo’ ass bitch all the damn time!” Eli snapped defensively.
“You don’t come home ’cause yo’ ass don’t wanna come home. It don’t have shit to do wit’ me!” Tionna snapped.
“Whateva, man,” Eli said, while getting dressed.
“Yeah, that’s right, get dressed and go on over that bitch’s house,” Tionna yelled.
“Man, shut the fuck up! You gon’ wake Sy’onn up,” Eli warned.
“I don’t give a fuck!” Tionna shouted.
“Well you need to. She don’t need to hear yo’ ass talkin’ crazy and shit. What kinda mother are you?” Eli grimaced.
“The same kind of father you are,” Tionna retorted.
“Okay, T, I’m ’bouta bounce. I’ll be back later on,” Eli said, putting his shoes on.
“I can’t do this no more, Eli. I want you gone,” Tionna said calmly.
“You do know whose house this is right?” Eli asked.
“You right. Me and yo’ daughter will leave. We’ll go stay at a hotel. It ain’t no thang,” Tionna said.
“Naw, I’ll go,” he said, knowing he couldn’t kick his wife and child out of the house he’d bought for them. Eli walked over to the closet and pulled his Nike gym bag out and began filling it up with a few of his belongings. “You really trippin’, T.” Eli shook his head, never expecting things to turn out like this.
“If that’s the case, I shoulda tripped on ya no-good ass a long time ago,” Tionna said smartly.
“I’ll be back in the mornin’ to take Sy’onn to daycare,” Eli said as he zipped up his bag.
“Don’t bother. I got Sy’onn.”
Eli shook his head, threw his bag on his shoulder, and walked out of the bedroom.
“Tell ya bitch I said hi,” Tionna screamed as Eli walked down the stairs.
“A’iiiight, T,” Eli said.
“Tell the bitch she can have you now,” she continued yelling as Eli walked out the door. Tionna looked around the room and couldn’t believe what had just transpired between her and Eli. She walked out of the room and down the hallway to their daughter’s room. She walked in the room, climbed in the bed with her daughter, cuddled up to her and cried herself to sleep.
Eli sat in his car, thinking what to do next. He thought about calling Kylee but decided he didn’t want to burden her with his problems. He tried calling his boy, Big Ness, but he didn’t answer. So instead, Eli stopped by the drive-through, bought a papaya juice, checked in at the Hampton Inn Suites, and watched the end of the game in peace.