Chapter Fifteen
“You cool?” Eli looked over at Kylee and asked as he weaved in and out of traffic, trying to get as far away from the Dairy Queen as possible.
“I’m good,” she said with an attitude.
“Look, I didn’t mean for shit to go down like that. I shoulda known Edna’s miserable ass was gon’ call Tionna.”
“Life is full of surprises,” Kylee replied as she stared out the window. Kylee sat quietly as Eli continued to drive.
“Why you so quiet?” Eli asked.
“I’m just thinkin’, that’s all,” she answered.
“About?”
“The bullshit that just went down between me and yo’ wife. That’s the type of shit that could get a muthafucka fucked up.” Kylee frowned.
“I know, ma, and I’m sorry.”
“Did you just fuck her the other day?” Kylee asked, looking out the window, wanting to know; not that it was going to change anything, she just wanted to know.
Eli looked over at Kylee and didn’t know if he should tell the truth, but he didn’t want to lie to her. “Yeah, I fucked her,” he answered and sat quietly for a brief minute while Kylee let the news sink in. “You mad at me now?”
“Mad for what?” Kylee asked as her blood boiled. She knew Tionna had the right to come to the Dairy Queen and trip like she did. “Like I said, she is yo’ wife.”
“I don’t know what to say, ma,” Eli said.
“You said enough,” Kylee replied, trying to fight back her tears. She didn’t know why finding out Eli had slept with his wife bothered her so much. It must have been the thought of him sleeping with someone other than her. She said it herself: Tionna was his wife.
Eli pulled up in front of Kylee’s house and shut the engine off. “Now what?” he looked over at her and asked.
“What do you mean?”
“What we gon’ do?” he asked.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m goin’ in the house. It’s hot as hell out here,” Kylee said, getting out of the car.
Eli got out too and followed Kylee up the walk.
“You not gon’ get yo’ clothes out the car?” she asked, still mad. Kylee was upset but not enough to send him back to the hotel.
“Shit, I didn’t know if you still wanted me here,” Eli said.
“If I didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be,” Kylee said as she walked up on the porch.
Eli walked back to the car to get his gym bag out of the trunk, happy Kylee still wanted him there with her. As he headed back up the walk an Edible Arrangements truck pulled up in Kylee’s driveway. He looked at the driver like he had the wrong address. The driver got out of the truck, carrying a huge confetti fruit cupcake with a wide variety of fruits, chocolates, and gourmet white chocolate–dipped strawberries, and bananas.
“Who you lookin’ for, homey?” Eli asked the driver while walking up on the porch.
The driver pulled the card from the top of the arrangement and read it. “Kylee Hampton. Does she live here?”
“Yeah. Eh, Kylee you got a delivery out here,” Eli yelled through the screen door.
“Huh? I didn’t hear you,” Kylee said, walking out on the porch, smiling when she saw the delivery guy.
“Kylee Hampton?” the driver asked.
“That be me.” She smiled, taking the huge arrangement from the delivery guy.
“You have a nice day,” the driver said, walking back toward his truck.
“This is so sweet.” Kylee smiled while heading back into the house.
“Who sent that?” Eli asked, dropping his gym bag down and following Kylee into the kitchen.
“I don’t know,” she said, pulling the card from the stick and reading it. She smiled when she saw that it was from Antoine. It had been awhile since she heard from him.
“Who it’s from?” Eli asked again while laying his cell phone on the counter.
“Nigga, you got a lot of nerve to be questionin’ me. Did you forget you’re a married man?” Kylee said before pulling a strawberry off and sticking it in her mouth.
“You right.” Eli laughed, not because something was funny, but to keep himself from flipping.
“If you really must know it’s from my friend, Antoine,” she said, popping a grape in her mouth.
“Antoine, eh?” he asked, not really feeling Kylee having male friends, even though he was married.
“Yeah, Antoine. You want some?” she asked, grabbing another strawberry, attempting to hand it to Eli.
“Hell naw, I don’t want none of that bullshit.” He frowned before walking out of the kitchen, leaving Kylee alone to indulge in her scrumptious gift. Eli grabbed his bag and headed upstairs. He wasn’t feeling another nigga sending Kylee gifts. He knew he couldn’t do anything at this point in time but accept what Kylee had said and deal with it. He unzipped his bag, pulled out his hygiene bag, basketball shorts, and a pair of boxers before heading to the shower. All Eli could think about as the hot water massaged his tense body was he hoped he had made the right choice by leaving Tionna and moving in with Kylee for the time being. After showering, Eli brushed his teeth, rubbed himself down with baby oil, and sprayed some coconut oil in his head before walking back into the bedroom.
“You okay up . . .” Kylee asked, walking into the bedroom, stopping in midsentence when she saw Eli lying on the bed with his shirt off.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just got out the shower. I don’t know what you want me to do wit’ my dirty clothes, so I just left ’em in the bathroom.”
“On the floor, nigga?” Kylee grimaced. “You know that little small room that’s off the kitchen? I don’t know what y’all call ’em in Shamrock, but us over here in America call ’em laundry rooms.”
“A’iiiight, smart ass.” Eli laughed. “Come here,” Eli said.
“What you want?” Kylee asked, smiling.
“Come see.”
Kylee couldn’t resist. She walked over to the bed and stood over Eli. “What?” she asked, with her hands on her hips.
Eli stood up and looked Kylee in her eyes and with a serious look on his face he said, “Don’t make me regret this.”
“I won’t,” she replied, not questioning what he meant because she already knew.
“What we gon’ do about all your male friends?” he asked.
“The same thing we gon’ do about Tionna,” she replied.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Deal wit’ it,” she said smartly.
“A’iiiight, smart ass. Don’t make me fuck you up.” Eli laughed while grabbing Kylee by the waist, pulling her into his space, and began kissing her on her neck.
“Don’t start nothin’ you ain’t gon’ finish,” Kylee said, laying her head back as Eli planted soft kisses all over her neck and shoulders. Kylee felt Eli’s dick poke her through his shorts.
“You want this?” he asked, grabbing himself.
“Yep,” Kylee smiled.
“You gon’ fuck my face?” he asked, before hitting her with the LL Cool J lip lick.
Kylee instantly got turned on. “You want me to?” she asked.
“Yep.”
Kylee slowly got undressed as Eli watched her. She climbed in the bed, lying on her back and motioning Eli to come to her. Eli removed his shorts and boxers before climbing in the bed. He didn’t waste any time diving into her sugar bowl. Kylee wrapped her long legs around Eli’s neck as he ate her like he was at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
“Eli,” she moaned as she lifted her ass off the bed, trying to get Eli’s tongue to go deeper inside of her.
Eli was so engrossed in pleasing Kylee he didn’t respond.
“Oh, my god!” Kylee screamed out as her juices exploded and ran down Eli’s face. Her body shook as Eli guided his manhood into her dripping wet walls.
“You ready for this?” He looked down at Kylee and asked as he guided his manhood into her dripping wet walls.
“Yes,” she said in an almost begging manner.
Eli gave Kylee what she wanted. He made love to her for the next forty-five minutes, making her cum twice before cumming himself.
“You satisfied?” he asked, rolling over on his back.
Kylee shook her head yes.
“Good. I’m ’bouta take a nap. I want somethin’ to eat when I wake up,” Eli said jokingly as he pulled the comforter up over him.
“Shit, nigga, you just ate. You didn’t get full?” Kylee joked.
“Whateva.” Eli laughed.
“I’ll cook you somethin’ when I get out the shower,” Kylee said, climbing out of the bed and heading toward the bathroom.
“Good lookin’,” Eli said while yawning.
Kylee took a quick shower and got dressed before going down to the kitchen to see what she could fix Eli to eat. She was on cloud nine as she looked in the bare refrigerator. She was so happy Eli had decided to move in with her temporarily, but if his sex game was that good all the time, he could stay forever. Finding nothing to eat, Kylee decided to order Chinese.
As Kylee was flipping through the pages of the phone book to find Hong Kong Fuey’s phone number, she heard a vibrating noise. She looked under the phone book and saw that it was Eli’s cell phone. She picked up the phone and checked the caller ID. Her heart raced when the name came across as T. If she remembered right, she’d heard Eli calling Tionna “T” a few times at the Dairy Queen.
Kylee wanted to answer his phone so bad she could taste it. Whoever this T person was they desperately wanted to talk to Eli because every time the phone stopped vibrating they would call right back. The temptation was too great. Kylee was nervous as she pushed the talk button.
“Hello?” she answered as her stomach filled up with butterflies.
“Hello?” Tionna asked with serious attitude.
Kylee quickly recognized her voice. “Yes,” Kylee sang.
“Who is this?” Tionna asked.
“You already know who this is, don’t play stupid,” Kylee said.
“Yeah whatever. Put Eli on the phone, bitch,” Tionna spat.
I told this old trick about that bitch word, Kylee thought. “He’s asleep. I would wake him, but he looks so peaceful with my dried pussy juice all around his mouth,” Kylee retorted.
“Bitch, I’ma kill you,” Tionna screamed into the receiver. “I swear on my daughter.”
Kylee started laughing. “You shouldn’t swear on your daughter, it’s tacky. I’ll tell Eli to call you when he wakes up,” Kylee said, pushing the end button as Tionna continued making threats.
As Kylee placed their orders for their Chinese food, Eli’s phone went off at least twenty more times. She couldn’t believe how many times Tionna had called back
“Desperate bitch,” Kylee said, shaking her head while erasing all of Tionna’s calls before walking into the living room to wait for their order.
Eli woke up from his nap and came downstairs just as Kylee finished fixing their plates.
“Ummm, somethin’ smells good,” he said, walking into the kitchen. He walked behind Kylee, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her neck.
“Here go my phone. I was lookin’ for this,” he said, picking it up and checking his missed calls.
“Did you sleep good?” she asked.
“Huh?” he asked, not catching what she’d said because he was too busy trying to read the numerous text messages from Tionna.
“I said did you sleep good?” she repeated nervously, hoping Tionna didn’t bust her out for answering his phone.
Too much for him to read, Eli shook his head before laying the phone back down on the counter. “Yep, I slept good.”
“That’s good.” She smiled. “I need to go to the grocery store, so I just ordered a variety of Chinese food,” she said, setting his plate down on the table.
“That’s wassup.” He smiled, sitting down at the table and bowing his head in prayer before eating. “The game about to come on,” Eli said, looking at the clock on the microwave.
“Who’s playin’?” Kylee asked, even though she could not have cared less.
“The sorry-ass Lakers and the Celtics. It’s gon’ be a good-ass game,” Eli said.
“Well go watch it,” Kylee suggested.
“Say what?” Eli asked, surprised.
“Go watch the game.” Kylee laughed.
Eli wasn’t used to a woman telling him to watch basketball. “You not gon’ be botherin’ me are you?” he asked.
“You got my word. I will not bother you while your game is on.” Kylee smiled.
“Cool,” Eli said, sounding like a big kid. He picked up his plate, grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, and headed upstairs to watch the game.
Kylee’s cell phone began to ring as she sat at the kitchen table, finishing off her food. She checked the number before pressing the talk button.
“Sup?” she answered.
“What you doin’?” Ja’Nay asked.
“Nothin’, sittin’ here eatin’, what’s up?” Kylee asked.
“Did you do your paperwork for housin’? You know it’s due next week. And did you finish your FAFSA?” Ja’Nay asked.
“Oh, shit!” Kylee snapped. She was so occupied with Eli it had totally slipped her mind to take care of all the paperwork that should have been completed weeks ago.
“That’s a damn shame! We gon’ fuck around and get the leftover rooms,” Ja’Nay said.
“Well how come you didn’t remind me?” Kylee said, trying to blame Ja’Nay for her own mistakes.
“Well, I’m remindin’ you now. Get your shit done tomorrow so we can get the fuck up outta Ohio,” Ja’Nay said, ready to leave.
“I can’t believe you really gon’ leave Quann’s ass,” Kylee said, impressed.
“Girl, I ain’t thinkin’ about Quann’s ass. I heard he fuckin’ some bitch named Trenity who lives over on the north,” Ja’Nay said, shaking her head, knowing she should be used to Quann’s cheating ass.
“Are you surprised?”
“Not at all.” Ja’Nay sighed. “I just hope that bitch hold him down when he go turn himself in to do them two years he’s facin’.”
“What? I thought that dopefiend told the prosecutors the dope belonged to him,” Kylee stated.
“Girl, he did. That was until they told his ass he was goin’ to jail; then his ass recanted his story and started singin’ like Jodeci. He told ’em everything,” Ja’Nay said.
“See, I told you niggas will tell on their own mama.”
“You did say it. Oh well, finish eatin’.”
“Okay, call me if you need to talk,” Kylee said, feeling bad for her friend, knowing she was hurt even though she was mad at Quann for the moment. With the right choice of words, Ja’Nay would be right back in Quann’s corner just like always.
“Okay, I will, and don’t forget to get all your paperwork turned in tomorrow,” Ja’Nay said.
“I got’chu,” Kylee assured her.
“All right. Oh, before I go, I’reon said we goin’ to the mall tomorrow around one,” Ja’Nay said.
“Oh, okay, cool,” Kylee said. It had been a minute since she’d hung out with her friends; going to the mall was something she was looking forward to doing.
“Talk to you later,” Ja’Nay said before hanging up.
Kylee finished up her meal and cleaned up the kitchen before going upstairs to watch the game with Eli.