It was a Friday night when he called me and told me to pack up a swimsuit and some overnight clothes.
He picked me up and took me to the Marriott on West 150th. We got our room key and headed up to the room, which was beautiful. Once in the room we changed into our swim gear and headed downstairs to the pool. It was so much fun; we played in the water and everything.
He totally ruined my fresh wrap by dunking me under the water. When he noticed that I was upset, he assured me not to worry because he would pay to get it done again. By the time we returned to the room, I was so fucking horny it was ridiculous. The room we had was equipped with a Jacuzzi, so I ran some water and placed the bottle of wine that he brought into the tub of ice. Not the least bit ashamed of my body, I stripped down to my bare ass and climbed in. Apparently Raimone felt the same way because he soon followed my lead; and boy, was I pleased.
When he was standing before me completely naked, I noticed that he had a nice muscular build and was cut in all the right places. I mean you could tell that he had a nice body with his clothes on, but not as nice as it looked with they were removed. My mouth watered as I looked down and saw that he was packing about 9 1/2 inches of chocolate that I couldn't wait to taste. After he climbed in, I went to touch the scar that he had on his chest, and he grabbed my arm and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I didn't stop him, because I wanted it just as bad as he did, if not more. I pushed him back into a sitting position and mounted him, never once breaking the kiss.
We fucked hard until the water turned cold, and neither one of us thought about using protection. I don't think we got a wink of sleep the whole night; we were too busy doing the nasty. The next morning came and went, and we ended up staying at the hotel for another night. Most of the morning was spent sleeping, because we were both so tired from the night before. Raimone only left my side for a split second, and that was when he went into the hallway to make a phone call, which he told me was important business. I didn't trip, because the damn thing had been ringing all day and night. I had my thoughts that maybe it was his girlfriend or something, but I didn't ask and he didn't tell.
I honestly didn't give two shits if he did a girlfriend; it was none of my concern. If he did, that was her problem, because at that point in time, he was with me.
It was a day filled with banging-ass sex, and I wasn't complaining. After about ten minutes on the phone he returned, and we finished were we left off. We ordered room service, and after we were done eating, we were back at it. We sucked and fucked each other for the remainder of the day; I was hooked.
The next morning he dropped me off at my apartment, and told me to call him later. As promised, he gave me some money to get my hair done; well, to be exact, he handed me $00. I walked all the way to my front door with a smile on my face; I had found my new Boo.
After that weekend he came over all of the time, and it was like a fairy tale. He'd come over every weekday morning and stay until the mid-afternoon. He told me he did this because on the weekends he was tied up handling business. We'd sometimes catch an early movie or go out to breakfast. He made sure I had everything that I needed without me having to ask; which was a big bonus in my eyes. He was so nice and sweet, nothing like the other guys that I fucked around with. Back then I was used to niggas only coming around when they wanted to fuck, never spending time or taking me anywhere. It didn't bother me, though; as long as they made sure my pockets were laced, it was fine. Raimone was different.
I kinda thought that maybe he had a girlfriend, because after the first time we hooked up, he could never spend the night. He didn't really come over late in the evening and if he did, he didn't stay long. I talked to him a little bit on Saturdays; but on Sundays I didn't get so much as a phone call, because he told me that Sunday that was his busiest day. Once again, I didn't trip. I figured he was spending so much time with me, what time could he give someone else? If he did have someone at home, she was stupid as hell, because there was no way my man would be gone every morning with no damn job. We were doing so well for a good two months! That was, until I noticed that I had missed my period. After heading to my doctor's office and confirming what I already knew, I was in a tight spot.
Once I got back home, I immediately called Raimone, and told him the news.
"Hello," Raimone answered on the second ring.
"Hey, Mone, it's me, Naitaisha," I said nervously.
"Boo, I know who you are. What's up?"
"I'm pregnant!" I blurted out, without thinking. Shit, I didn't have time to beat around the bush. It had to be done.
"What!" he yelled.
"I said I'm pregnant, seven weeks to be exact." All I heard was silence. "Hello," I asked again.
"Yeah, I'm here man, how much do you need?" I was crushed. I mean, I know he wasn't my man, but he'd been acting like it for the past few months; what the fuck!
"What do you mean, how much do I need? Who said I was getting an abortion?" I asked, getting heated. Who the fuck did he think he was? This was my got damn body.
"But--" he blurted out.
"But what?" I asked.
"I got a girl; and if she finds out, she gonna kill me,"
he admitted.
I remember my throat being dry after hearing that, so I went into the kitchen to get a bottled water. "You picked a fine time to tell me that shit! How long have y'all been together?"
"Come on now, Taisha, with that bullshit," Raimone said, " 'cause you know you ain't never asked me. If you assumed, then that's yo' fault; but miss me with all that loud talking. We been together for six years and I can't risk her leaving me; I love her."
Ain't that a bitch? It's crazy how men will wine and dine you, spend time with you, fuck yo' pussy until it's dry and then want to tell you that they love their girl. It's like, where the fuck was all that love for her when you was all up in my guts, you nasty bastard!
I wanted to cry, but he was right. I never asked him if he had a woman, because at the time I didn't care.
Even then, it was one thing to think he had a woman, but it's a whole different story now that I knew he had one. Then for him to sit on the phone and tell me that he can't risk her leaving him only made me feel worse.
I usually don't mind when dudes tell me that they have somebody at home, because with me it's all about the cast; I like Raimone.
I took a deep breath and said to him, "I'm having my baby and it really don't matter if you want me to or not."
I wasn't changing my mind.
"I'm saying, you don't need no baby right now,"
Raimone argued.
I flipped out. "You don't know what the fuck I need, so please spare me with the bullshit! You're not looking out for me, you're looking out for your damn self. So don't sit on this phone acting like you're oh-so-worried about my well being!" I cried into the phone; my feelings were hurt.
"Man, I ain't ready for no kids," he wailed.
"You ain't ready for no kids? Did you think about that when you was sliding yo' dick up in me raw? Did you say that when you didn't even attempt to pull out?
Instead, you busted all up in me. No, you didn't. So don't say the shit now." He was really getting on my fucking nerves, playing the victim.
"You right, you're absolutely right. I'm not gonna lie and say that I don't care about you, because I do. I actually care about you a lot." That brought a smile to my face.
"I care about you too, but I'm having my baby," I said emphatically.
"The deal is this," Raimone