mouth glazed with my juices. He yanked me up, turned me around, and he went deep into my pussy from the rear. I heard the food tray hit the floor as I grabbed onto the table. Finally, he had found my spot. “That’s it, nigga! My spot! Punish my spot!”
“Like this?”
“Just give me the dick, nigga! Punish this pussy.”
He was going all in, and it was good as fuck. I was loving every stroke, trying not to climb across the table.
Finally, I felt that first wave. My orgasm was coming on good and strong. Kyron kept stroking until he couldn’t stroke any more. He pulled out and squirted all over my ass and my back as if I was some ho in the strip club, who had just finished fucking him for twenty dollars. He snatched me up by my hair and stood me up. He was trying to kiss me and went to sucking on my neck.
“You hate me, remember?” I reminded him. My head was spinning.
“I love you, too.”
“A bitch like me thinks my clit is made of gold, remember? I’m a ho, remember that?” I reminded him of the shit he had put in his letter to me as he passionately planted kisses on my neck and shoulders. “You’ll die over this pussy, won’t you?”
He turned me around roughly and set me back on top of the table. He went to kiss my lips, but I turned away. “I want to fuck some more,” I heard myself say. I didn’t care that his dick was limp. I was still on fire. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. As soon as he laid me across the bed, he stripped. The last thing I remembered was him spreading my thighs and telling me how good it felt to be fucking his Shorty again.
• • •
I was crouched in the corner, wrapped in a sheet and shivering. I was freezing cold. I wondered why the police and all of these strangers, along with Trae, were standing over me. My ears were popping as if I was up in high altitude or as if I was under water. I could barely hear.
Someone had a blanket and was hovering over me, trying to get me to stand up. I was fighting him off me. “Who do you think you are? Get away from me! I hate you! I’m a ho, remember?” I heard someone say, but it didn’t sound like me. I felt a needle pierce my arm, and then everything faded to black.
19
TRAE
My meeting with Mr. Li was bittersweet. Bitter because he said he was standing firm on the fact that he was going to hold me responsible for what happened to his daughter, despite what I told him about her telling me he wanted the meeting. Our business deal was off the table. I thought it was some bullshit, but what could I say? It was sweet for two reasons: first, he hadn’t linked the dogs to me, and second, he gave me his word that there was not going to be any retribution against me or my family. That was the number one reason I’d wanted a face-to-face. I needed to look into his eyes.
When I went home and Tasha wasn’t there, I checked with my aunt, and she had Tasha’s travel itinerary. “So she’s not coming back until tomorrow?” I asked her, not wanting to believe that Tasha had taken her ass to Vegas anyway.
“That’s what the travel plans say. Don’t tell me you’re going out there? She’s only on a relaxing trip, boy. Damn. Let her be.”
“No. She’s with her sister, and I haven’t heard from her. Something’s not right. I can feel it.”
“Okay, then. Suit yourself.”
I showered, dressed, and headed to Vegas.
• • •
As we drove to the hotel, I could only think about how Tasha always had to try me. It was like she got off on that shit.
When the driver pulled up in front of the Bellagio, I spotted Trina strutting in her stilettos going inside. I barely gave the limo time to stop. I jumped out and rushed to reach her. You talking about perfect timing? I had it today.
“Trina!” I called out. When she turned around and saw me, it looked as if she shit on herself and the color drained from her face.
“Trae?”
“That’s my name. Why are you looking at me as if you just saw a ghost? What did you do with my wife?”