“Well, none of my kids can hide,” Suave had replied. “All my children favor me. I’ll find out when the baby is born.” And he did. The little boy was born light skinned with small, slanted eyes and a head full of straight, black hair. Suave didn’t speak to Darlene for months.
“I said I was sorry,” Darlene mumbled, rolling her eyes. “It was an honest mistake.” She strolled off down the hall and into her bedroom, leaving the door open.
Suave shook his head, followed her into her room, and closed the door behind him. It had been almost four years since the deception, but he still got upset whenever he saw the boy. Even so, he found it hard to stop messing with Darlene.
If a woman was skilled in the bedroom, Suave was hooked. Women were his weakness... a fact that was well known to everyone—which, unfortunately, included his enemies.
Chapter Three
Darlene knew she had to get Suave back in a good mood really quickly. She couldn’t afford for him to change his mind and head back over to Charlene’s house. Her rent, electricity, and water were due, and she also needed groceries. Things weren’t the same at the club anymore. After giving birth to four children, Darlene still looked good, but she was no competition for the eighteen-and nineteen-year-old strippers. Her regular customer pool was dwindling, and she got no help from her other kids’ fathers. There was only Suave, who made sure his daughter had everything she needed.
Darlene provocatively pulled the blouse over her head, baring her breasts.
Suave swallowed hard as he went and sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes glued on Darlene. His heart rate went up as she took her time easing the little shorts over her ample hips, down to her ankles. With her back now to Suave, Darlene bent over as she stepped out of the shorts. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Lord, have mercy.” Suave swallowed hard and jumped to his feet. He couldn’t take off his shirt fast enough and dropped it on the hardwood floor.
“No, let me.” Darlene placed her hands over Suave’s hands as he was getting ready to unzip his pants. Without a word, she took over the task, her eyes locked on his dilated pupils.
In record time, Suave was butt naked again, for the third time that day. Monica was for breakfast, Bubbles was lunch, and now Darlene for dinner. Suave pulled Darlene down on the bed, his earlier resentment replaced by lust.
Minutes later, loud knocks came from the door. “Open this door right now!” Charlene screamed as she pounded on Darlene’s bedroom door. “Suave, get your nasty behind out here now.”
Inside the room, Suave and Darlene ignored Charlene as they continued their sexual dance. The louder Charlene beat on the door, the more Darlene’s groans escalated. Suave, used to the twins’ antics, ignored both as he got his fill of Darlene.
Suddenly, a loud noise exploded in the room as the door slammed against the wall. Suave leapt off the bed to face Charlene as she stepped into the room, raving mad. With big rollers in her hair, streaks of flour on her forehead and nose, her hands balled into fists, he watched Charlene’s wild eyes go back and forth between them. Suave knew things just took a turn for the worst.
Darlene, not the least bit fazed by Charlene’s entrance, rolled over on her stomach, her big, naked buttocks in the air, and an amused grin on her face. It was such a pleasure to see Charlene this angry. “You are too late for the party, sis,” Darlene mocked her sister.
Charlene was on Darlene like a hungry lion. She leaped on Darlene’s back, wrapped a handful of her long hair around one hand as the other punched Darlene repeatedly in the back of her head.
Darlene twisted and turned on the bed, shouting expletives as she tried to shake Charlene off her back. She crawled to the edge of the bed and threw herself over, landing on her back on the floor with Charlene on hers a few inches away. “I’m going to kill you now,” Darlene yelled before she sprang to her feet, her heavy, exposed breasts swinging from side to side.
Charlene, still winded from the fall, tried to get up but wasn’t fast enough. Darlene was soon sitting on her stomach, raining punches all over her face.
As the two women rolled around on the floor, scratching, punching, kicking, and screaming, Suave found his clothes and got dressed. He went and stood calmly at the door and watched as perfume bottles, flower vases, photo frames, and other items fell to the floor.
“Mommy? Daddy?” Janelle called out as she entered the house. Fear splashed across her face at the commotion coming from her mother’s room.
It was then that Suave sprang into action. “Janelle, go back outside,” he shouted. “You and the kids stay out there.” Suave heard the door shut as Janelle did as he instructed. He walked over to the fighting women, reached down, and wrapped his arms around Charlene, who was now on top of Darlene. With all his might, Suave pulled her off and onto her feet. Pushing her behind him, he used his body to create a barrier between the sisters.
Charlene was breathing heavily, her hair flying around her scratched up face, yelling and swearing as she tried to get around Suave to pound her sister.
Darlene, now on her feet, with blood running down her nose and one eye swollen, threw herself at Suave in an attempt to get to Charlene.
“Enough!” Suave screamed and pushed back Darlene with force. She stumbled but grabbed on to the bed to break her fall. “That goes for you too,” Suave yelled as he turned to face Charlene. “Stop it now.” The veins in Suave’s neck stood up, his nostrils flared, and his eyes widened in fury. “What’s the matter with you two?”
The women rolled eyes at each other but remained silent.
“Go home. I’ll be over in a minute.” Suave glared at Charlene.
Charlene flipped the bird at Darlene before she walked out of the room without a word. She dared not disobey Suave.
“And you, go clean up yourself and put on some clothes,” Suave instructed Darlene. “I hate to see grown women acting like children.”
Darlene rolled her eyes, walked out of the room and into the bathroom across the hall. She hoped Suave would still give her some money. If that skank Charlene let Suave leave without giving her anything, another fight was about to take place.
Suave went and sat on the couch in Darlene’s living room as he waited for her. He took out a joint and a lighter from his pants pocket. He lit the joint and sucked the drug deeply into his lungs. With his head raised, his eyes closed contentedly, Suave blew the smoke into the air before he took another hit.
“Sorry.” Minutes later, he opened his eyes to see Darlene standing before him, a puppy dog look on her face. She was wearing a maxidress with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her left eye was almost swollen shut.
“Look at your face. Was all that necessary?” he asked her. He was still angry.
“Why you blaming me? She came over here to my house.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have egged her on,” Suave replied, refusing to take any responsibility. “You know how crazy Charlene can get.”
Darlene opened her mouth to reply but stopped herself. She needed some money, and arguing with Suave wasn’t the way to get it. She sat beside him on the couch, her leg brushing against his. “Sorry,” she repeated in a low voice.
Suave looked at her, shook his head, and took another drag on the joint.
“Suave, can I please get some money for the rent?” Darlene stared at him. “The light and water bills are also due.”
Suave stood to his feet. He leaned over and stubbed out the joint in an overflowing ashtray that sat on the coffee table. “Follow me outside.” He walked out with Darlene behind him toward his truck. He pressed his key fob and opened the doors, then reached into the glove compartment and took out two padded envelopes.
“Here,