Page 27 of Heavy Lifting
“What are you doing to meeeeee?” I asked as he spread my ass cheeks and went deeper as the fluid flowed from my pussy like a broken spout. I was making a mess everywhere, but it felt too good for me to be embarrassed.
“I knew you could squirt for me. You look like a squirter. That’s your second orgasm, give me another one,” he demanded as he slapped my ass. This nigga had to be from the demonic wastelands of Wakanda because there was no way he had come inside of my pussy discovering new territory.
He pulled his dick out of me, grabbed me by my hair, and flipped me over. I didn’t know if I should be pissed or turned on. I was a little bit of both. He flipped me on my back and spread my legs wide, before putting his face in my pussy. He ate it slowly, rubbing my ass cheeks with his large hands, and saying shit in another language that I didn’t understand. I didn’t give a damn if that nigga was calling the ancestors and putting a voodoo spell on me, the way he was sucking my soul out of my hole felt ethereal.
When I was on the verge of another orgasm, he pulled his tongue from my hole and slid his dick back inside. He then pinned me to the bed and fucked me like he hated my guts. Soft love had exited the chat, and I gripped the sheets and prayed for a miracle as he dug deep in my stomach. I screamed so loud I was expecting the police to come to the door and do a wellness check. The last time I came, my entire body shook like I was out in the cold, and I immediately went straight to sleep afterwards.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, I was sprawled across the bed like a homicide victim. It took me a few seconds to remember where I was and what happened last night. My pussy throbbed in soreness, and I had a flashback of Mandingo warrior dropping dick in me like he was about to go to battle. I flipped my hair out of my face and my wig slid back. The niggahad fucked the adhesive off my lace front. He was as dangerous as the assault rifle he was nicknamed after.
“AK,” I called out loudly to see if he was still here. There was silence. I shrugged and got up slowly. His clothes were gone and I immediately began looking around to check my shit. Everything was exactly the way I left it.
“Now that’s how you have a fling, drop dick off and leave. Don’t be out here selling a bitch dreams,” I complimented as I placed the stopper in the tub and went over to the mirror to survey the damage. AK had knocked off my lashes, I had smeared makeup on my face like the Joker, and my wig was off. I laughed at how ridiculous I looked as I removed the makeup from my face, did my skin care routine, and took down my straight backs. I placed my natural hair into a ponytail and slid into the warm jacuzzi tub slowly. The hot water relaxed my muscles, and I sighed as my body relaxed and my mind went blank. For the first time in days, I wasn’t thinking about Cozart, the gym, the baby I wasn’t pregnant with, or none of the other drama.
Suddenly I felt a cramp in my stomach. I opened my eyes and looked down, and a little clot plopped out tinging the water slightly red.
“That big dick bastard knocked my period on,” I groaned as I washed up and got out of the tub. I knew that I wasn’t going to go swimming with a tampon, so I decided to switch my flight to today and head back home. This trip had done what it needed to do.
I slipped into a pair of black leggings and a tank top and drove to a nearby brunch spot to have breakfast. I had heard great things about Bacon Bitch, but the breakfast chain had exceeded my expectations. The décor looked girly and pretty, the drinks were aesthetic, and the music was lit. I decided to sit atthe oversized bar since I was dining alone. I ordered a mimosa and full breakfast and sat people watching until my phone buzzed.
It was an Instagram notification that told me Co had just posted on his Instagram. I was just about to check it, but I decided that I wanted to hold on to peace for a little while longer. I locked the phone, placed it face down, and said, “I’m not going to check it.” My inner dialogue had come out of my mouth and an older woman sitting next to me laughed. She was beautiful, and elegant, with a full head of waist length black hair. She looked regal. She wore diamond rings on her fingers, but her ring finger was bare.
“Man trouble?” she asked.
“Is it that obvious?” I laughed.
She nodded, “You’re pretty and you are looking miserable talking about how you are not going to check something. That’s usually a man dear,” she sighed.
I took a sip of my mimosa and before I could stop myself, I spilled my tea to the stranger sitting next to me who I knew I would never see again. “The bastard pretended to be married the whole year we were sleeping together. We never dated, never been to each other’s house, just hotel room and sex. I accepted that because I thought he was married and that was all he could give. The entire time this bastard has been separated and not even living with his wife. Just hiding behind the ring. Is that not the dumbest shit you ever heard?” I asked her angrily.
She nodded and tilted her head, “So why are you sitting here looking sad and upset and not out there moving on with your life?” she questioned like it was that easy.
The question irritated me because I knew the truth.
“I fell for him and he treated me like a secret. I thought I was pregnant and I told him. He told me to get rid of it. He has been texting my phone every five minutes asking if I’ve been to the doctor to see if I’m pregnant and if I am, when am I going to get rid of it? The bastard offered to pay like that was the noble thing to do,” I spat as I sipped my mimosa.
“Did you go to the doctor and check?” she asked.
“Yes, and I’m not pregnant but I’m not telling him that. Fuck him he deserves to sweat for a while in uncertainty.”
“You caught feelings for him. He doesn’t care about you. Men don’t hide women they love. They show them loud and proud for the world to see. You have two choices, make his life a living hell, which won’t make you feel better or move on. You have wasted enough of your time, and enough of your tears on him,” the woman told me. The words sat between us, and they were heavy and painful, but I knew they were true.
“If he wanted a life with you, he’d build one. Be glad that he showed you who he is before the kids came. You win because you walk away with no baggage. At first, it hurts then you’ll heal, but you have to start hurting so you can heal. The longer you delay one, the longer you will delay the other,” she told me as she finished her drink and stood to her feet.
“You make it sound so easy,” I sighed as I looked down at my hands.
“You’ve got this, you’re strong,” she assured me as she sat the empty glass down and walked away. She walked over to the counter, paid her tab, then walked out the door with her hair blowing in the wind behind her.
I stared down at my glass as the woman’s words floated around in my head like a hot air ballon. I could walk away from him if I wanted. I could delete his number and go back toAtlanta, or I could leave Atlanta and start over somewhere else. I had done it a million times before, this time was no different. I could forget Cozart Walker ever existed. I could forget about the gym. Forget about Brick and Shelly, and sub lease my apartment for the year that was left on the lease. Maybe God had spared me and not being pregnant was the blessing. Maybe I didn’t need revenge, I just needed healing.
I finished my food and paid for the tab. I could feel my attitude shifting as Mother Nature increased my estrogen levels. On the ride to the airport, I decided that I would take the woman’s advice. I was a bad bitch that could get any nigga I wanted. I didn’t have to beg for scraps from a nigga who was incapable of loving anyone.
After going through security at the airport, and making it to my gate, I sat in the Delta sky lounge waiting for the plane to arrive. I was two hours early, and the flight was only an hour and a half long. I scrolled through social media and tried my hardest not to stalk Co’s page to see what he had posted earlier. After a few funny videos on my timeline, his post appeared and my chest tightened. In the picture, he looked genuinely happy. He was sitting in a park, beside NY’Airy underneath a shade tree. They were sweaty and wearing workout clothes. They were both smiling like they were riding a post work out euphoria. His arm rested lightly behind her and the sunlight hit her face causing her to glow. She didn’t look like the sad puppy that had come into the gym a few weeks ago, unsure, insecure, and trying her hardest to melt into the pavement. She looked happy, alive, and like she was healing from the inside out.
The caption read:The right people in your corner will force you to see the worst parts of yourself #SeparatedIsStillMarried #DM your best divorce attorney recommendations.
I read the caption over and over again until the words blurred together. I didn’t know that tears were falling down my face until I felt my own cheeks. That bastard was now ready to shout to the mountains that he was separated and asking for divorce attorney recommendations. Those two things alone weren’t what made the knife feel like it was twisting in my back. It was the first part of the caption,The right person in your corner will force you to see the worst parts of yourself.Who the fuck was the “right person” that was forcing him to see that he was a piece of shit? My pride wouldn’t let me believe that it was NY’Airy. There was no way that a woman who wasn’t half as sexy as me had tamed the beast that had been using me for pussy for a year. My mind told me it was possible as I immediately began to list all the ways that I was better than her. She was an ordinary girl! Like Beyonce said about that random fan in the crowd,she wasn’t a diva!She wasn’t wearing a five-hundred-dollar wig or long sexy nails like me.
“It’s just because he’s training her,” I said to myself aloud. My ego persuaded me to scroll down his page like I hadn’t looked at every picture already. Maybe this was just a client/trainer picture, and he had a million more pictures with other clients. I went searching through his pictures looking for other pictures with other clients and I couldn’t find any. Not a single picture on his page with another client.
