Jay got here early Friday morning. We went out for breakfast then hit up the mall. By the time we got back to my mom’s house it was after five. There was a man sitting in my dad’s chair and fury rushed through me at the sight. I could hear my mom yelling something to him from the kitchen. How dare he sit there? I must have said that aloud because Jay pushed me aside and yelled to my mom that we were back. She came from the kitchen and the man smiled as he stood.
“You must be Makynzee?” he questioned.
I didn’t smile back. I wanted to know who he was and why he looked so comfortable in my dad’s chair.
“Sweetheart, this is Stanley,” my mom explained as though that meant anything.
Sweetheart? She hadn’t called me anything remotely close to that since before my dad died. “Nice to meet you,” I responded stiffly. I didn’t offer my hand or any other pleasantries. My mom glared. What the hell had she expected?
“Your mom has told me so much about you. It seems as though she was raised a wonderful young woman.”
Jay discreetly nudged me with her elbow and I finally forced a smile.
“She has. This is my friend, Jaida.” She smiled and gave a small wave as my mom began to speak.
“We’re going out for dinner soon. We wanted you to join us, so we could celebrate your birthday?”
Why in the world would I do that? “No thanks, you two enjoy. We already have plans.”
“Then maybe we could have breakfast in the morning?” Stanly suggested as my mom’s brows dropped lower.
She was pissed. Big whoop. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold this smile. “Maybe we could do lunch, I wasn’t sure how late we’ll be out tonight.” By the time lunch rolled around I’ll have disappeared with Jay.
“Sounds like a plan!” he chirped.
Why was he so excited? His smile seemed genuine and I wondered if he could tell that mine was fake. “Enjoy your dinner,” I called as I headed for the stairs.
“You guys be careful tonight, okay, sweetie?”
I didn’t respond because I felt sick to my stomach and I’d puke if I open my mouth. How long would I have to suffer through her pretending to care just so she could impress this man?
“We always are, Mrs. Mitchell,” Jay answered.
I knew my mom had begun seeing someone, but I didn’t think she would let him come here. I wondered how long he’d been coming. I guessed that would explain why we hadn’t been fighting lately. I thought I didn’t care, but I clearly did. I dressed in silence, ignoring the worried looks Jay sent my way. Without saiding goodbye, I rushed out the door, needing to be away from my mom as quickly as possible.
“You want to talk about it?” Jay asked as we rode to the club.
I didn’t, but she probably wouldn’t take no for an answer. “She hasn’t called me sweetheart since my dad, she was so fake and for what? For him? He was sitting in my dad’s chair like it’s his, like he was used to sitting there. She decides to bring him around on my birthday. My freaking birthday! She was so freaking selfish!” I was probably yelling. Definitely rambling. Crying usually followed me rambling and I couldn’t cry tonight—it was my birthday.
“Wipe all that from your mind. We’re having fun tonight and nothing matters but you.”
Easier said than done.
“Besides, we get to see your baby daddy in a little bit.”
The thought of seeing Kalil instantly brightens my mood. “He thinks you’re a guy,” I confessed. Her eyes bugged and she gawked at me.
“Seriously, Mak?!”
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“I could have put our bags in the safe, but we’re late,” I explained as I stuffed our purses into the trunk then rushed to the club’s door. “Don’t lose my phone Jay.”
“No worries,” she said as she stuffed it in her bra, right between her cleavage. Eww, gross!
I opened my mouth to protest, but cheerful shouts stopped me cold.
“Surprise!” chorused through the club causing me to jump and nearly knock Jay over.
Balloons were everywhere and a banner above the stage read ‘Happy Birthday, Minx.’
“Happy birthday,” Cari screamed as she threw and arm across my shoulder and led me to one of the VIP sections. Kalil was there and I was glad I was already smiling so he didn’t know it was for him now. He pulled me away from Cari and I lost myself in his embrace.
“Happy birthday,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my earlobe.
I loved his voice. His scent was back to normal and I inhaled deeply. I was drunk off of him, but didn’t want to be obvious so I let him go. He held on and not a single part of me rebelled.
“So where’s your friend?” he clipped out, jaw tensing.
“She was right here.” I turned to look for Jay and should not have been surprised. She had three shot glasses in her hand. I swear I only looked away from her for a few seconds. Where the heck did she get shots from?
“Birthday shots!” she shouted.
“I wasn’t drinking that, Jay.” She ignored me and forced it into my hand.
“You must be the infamous Kalil, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
She gave him the third shot as she spoke. Why in the world would she said that?!
“Good or bad?” he asked, luscious lips pulled up into a playful smirk.
“If you can get her to drink, she’ll probably tell you,” she whispered conspiratorially.
I hated her. If she told him anything else I’d punch her in her stomach. I suddenly felt the need to remind her that I was supposed to be 22, but Kalil spoke first.
“What’s your name?”
“Jaida. Bottoms up, bitches!” she whooped and I knew it was going to be a long night.
Everybody tossed their shots back except Kalil and I. He watched me watching him.
“Seriously?” Jay asked.
Of course she’d have an issue with this. Reluctantly I drank. It burned and I squeezed my eyes closed as it went down. “dear God, no more, Jay!” Kalil’s chuckle did wonderful things to my body and Jay gave me a thumbs up as she went to pour more drinks.
I spent most of the night in the VIP section watching Kalil and pretending to drink. He kept his distance, but I knew he watched me, too. I caught him staring at me quite a few times. He made it pretty easy to since he didn’t to hide it. I liked it. Jaida tried to make me dance, but I refused. She’d went ahead and had her fun and was now she’d cuddled up with one of Kalil’s friends. I fought a yawn and checked the time. It was after three in the morning. Why was the club still opened, still so packed? I went to Jaida and let her know I was ready to go. She wanted to get a hotel room, which was fine considering I didn’t want to see my mom. When we left Kalil was nowhere in sight. I wanted to tell him bye and thank you, but I couldn’t find him. His friend came with Jaida and after making sure they were safely in their room I went to mine.
Makynzee “Mak, get up!”Blearily, I look toward the door then sigh when the banging starts back up.“It’s almost time to go, open up,” Jaida called.“Alright, already. Quit banging,” I called back.Opening the door, I was greeted by her kissing the guy she hooked up with. I knew him from around the club and being with Kalil, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember his name. We both watched as he walked away then she giggled as she came inside my room. “We need to go, I think we have to check out at noon,” she said.She sighed wistfully and dropped down on the bed.“Mak, I think I’m in love.”She slipped her hands between her legs and squeezed them shut.“Disgusting, Jay. We need to hurry.”“No, seriously, Mak. He was like a
MakynzeeJaida was asleep when I made it to the car and I didn’t wake her. I was devastated, so I was glad for the reprieve. She woke up just as we made it home. If I thought my reprieve would last, I was sorely mistaken. My mom laid into me as soon as we crossed the threshold.“How dare you disrespect and embarrass me like this?” she screeched.I paused and glanced around. I had no clue what she meant, but I wasn’t stupid. At this rate, I knew if she got close enough she’d hit me. I darted behind the loveseat. She could only be mad for one of two reasons. We didn’t come home last night. I could have cared less about even calling. On top of that we were supposed to have lunch with her and Stanley today. I knew my mom. A typical parent would be upset about their child staying out all night. This woman was not typical. I glanced at Jay then focused on my mom. “I’m sorry, we fo
Makynzee I left the house early the next morning. I called Jay and tell her about my mom and that I was looking for an apartment. She offered to move back here and help with rent f I needed her to, but I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to depend on anyone else. I hadn’t talked to my dad in over a week. I headed to his grave and unloaded on him. I even told him about Kalil…well, not everything. Some things a dad just didn’t need to hear from his daughter. I was leaning against his headstone and thinking of Riley when my phone rang. It was Kalil.“Am I going to see you tonight?” he asked.“Does that mean I have my job back?” I kissed two fingers then placed them on the headstone before heading back to my mom’s car.“Is that the only way I get to see you?”“That’s the only rea
Kalil It was Saturday morning and I hadn’t spoken to or seen Mak since she left the club on Wednesday. She wouldn’t answer my calls or texts on Thursday and yesterday, she sent me the lyrics to a song. She said it was by Jeremih.“If it looks this good, I wonder how it tastes; baby if I touch your body, would you scream my name; would you whisper to me it’s yours; girl you smell so gentle and pure, you control my senses.”It took me forever to figure it out, but now that I knew it, I called her.“Wow, Kalil. A whole day?” she deadpanned.I’d missed her voice. I honestly felt like a little bitch when it came to her, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.“You cheated, that’s not a whole song. I didn’t even notice it,” I replied.She laughed and as much as I en
KalilAt 11:00 PM on the dot, the stage darkened. Music played softly and I strain to hear it. The Five Senses by Jeremih. A light shined on a figure sitting in a chair in the middle of the stage. I was sure it was Jaida, but she had a fabric bag over her head. She wore black panties, black pasties shaped like stars, and black strappy heels. Donte’ looked like he wanted to jump on the stage so I was sure it was Jaida. When I looked back at the stage Makynzee is stood behind Jaida. A strapless black patent leather dress and matching leather pumps were all she wore, unless you counted the wig. The bangs stopped just below her eyebrows and the rest hung straight and long. Her legs were never-ending making me realize how much I needed them around my waist. A dominatrix and I suddenly felt the need to be tied up. She kissed Jaida’s left shoulder then slid her fingers across her chest and down her stomach, a visible shudder rippling through her
Makynzee “How long are you willing to stay with me?”We were headed back to Kalil’s house, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling in the distance. I wanted to tell him forever, but figured that would sound desperate, right?“I’ll stay until Monday.”“Nah, that doesn’t really work for me. I’ll let you know when you can leave,” he responded.“Then what was the point in asking me?”“I wanted you to have options,” he answered, those massive shoulders lifting in a shrug.Right. Choices. My mom and Stanley returned from Jamaica in a month, so hopefully he felt generous enough to have me home by then. I bit at my lip and rubbed my sweaty palms against my tights as I followed him inside his house. I tried to slip my heels off, but fumbled somehow. I took a deep
Makynzee I woke up to my phone vibrating from where it sat, face down on the nightstand.“Turn it off, Mak,” Kalil mumbled, voice deep with sleep. His eyes were still closed and one arm draped over my side. I grabbed the phone and said hello. “Are you still a virgin?” Jaida shouted. Wow. I heard lots of noise in the background and figured she must be at the airport already. We were supposed to have breakfast before she left. “Where are you?” “Irrelevant. Is Kalil the beast we thought he would be? How many times did he make you cum?”
“Are you pregnant yet?” she answered. “What the heck kind of question is that?” “Can we actually talk now or is he still there?” “He went to get his son.” “Well, it’s a good thing you love kids, Step-momma Mak.” I ignored her and asked, “Are you sure multiple orgasms aren’t normal?” “When you said multiple, how many are we talking?” “At least two each time, sometimes more.&r
She sat in a corner at the front of the room and watched them, but didn’t yell at them anymore. She just corrected them if they messed up and blandly encouraged them when they need it. I sat next to her and she spoke before I could.“I’m fine Jay. Shouldn’t you be at home picking out baby names or nursery themes?”I was pretty sure I was pregnant, but I was too scared to go to the doctor by myself. I was sure Mak would have me pissing on a stick soon. “I’ll just name her Bitchy after her aunt,” I said and she snorted. “I didn’t even say anything.”“You didn’t have to. I can hear your thoughts.”“Then what am I thinking?”“You want me to let it go. No worries, I’ll send Kaeden on his merry little way once he brings KJ here.”I could accept that. “What made you think he was cool to stay with KJ?” She may not have realiz
“What are you doing?” she asked as she tried to pull her arm away. He must have tightened his grip because she grunted then balled her fast and popped him in the stomach. She snatched her arm away she yelled, “Get off me! How’d you get in here and where’s Kalil?”I couldn’t discern the look on her face. It fell somewhere between terror and anger. Kaeden still kept quiet and it dawned on me how creepy that was. He reached for her again and she ducked around him before running towards the stairs as she screamed my name. It took everything in me to not go to her, her fearful cries tugging at every protective instinct in me. Kaeden caught her around her waist and picked her up. She kicked and went crazy in his arms, screaming and digging her nails into him. He hissed, but didn’t let her go. How was KJ sleeping through this? I’d told Kaeden not to let Mak get anything in her hands to use as a weapon, but that must’ve slip
The next hour and a half went by in a flash. I wasn’t too far from my mom’s house and I want to call her, but she had enough issues with Stanley. KJ was glued to me and hadn’t said a word since Kaeden was here. I was worried about him, wondering if he was in shock. He had a fit when the EMT’s tried to check him for injuries, so they did the best they could with him clinging to me and his face buried in my neck. Michael never left my side, taking what Kaeden said extremely serious. I rambled off answers to questions from the cops and they left me alone. However, they gave Michael the third degree. They went at him hard about the missing tapes, but he stuck to his story: A guy tried to take KJ, but by the time he came out the store to help another guy had already showed up. The guy started shooting just as Michael grabbed us. We hid inside until the cops showed up.My eyes had to be playing tricks on me. Kalil shouldn’t have been here by now. It wa
I told him okay and hung up. KJ fell asleep just that quick and I shook my head in wonder. I stopped at the next gas station only to be told I’d have to come inside to pay. I contemplate taking my chances on driving home, but I hadn’t exaggerated when I told Kalil I wouldn’t make it. I didn’t want to wake KJ, so I locked him inside the car, pushed the auto start and ran inside the store.I’d only heard the alarm for Kalil’s car once and even then there’d been so much going on that I didn’t remember how it sounded. When I heard an alarm going off as I paid I looked up, worried that KJ would wake up without me there and be scared.“Holy shit,” the clerk said as my breathing stalled. I clutched the counter to keep myself upright as I stared in horror at the sight before me.“Your son!” the clerk shouted just as I screamed and ran for the door.Nyeem had broken the window and was pulling
Makynzee I wasn’t sure why, but I needed to see my mom. I missed her. Maybe if I saw her again I’d get past this ridiculous feeling of uncertainty. The house seemed different when I pulled up, eerie. It’d been nearly a month since the wedding and she’d called or texted everyday. Sometimes I’d text back, but I mostly ignored her. I wondered if I’d made the trip for nothing, but saw I hadn’t. As KJ and I walked up the steps to the door, it opened and she was there, a quivering smile and glistening eyes, greeting us.She hugged me and said, “I’m glad you came. I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”I didn’t hug her back. She looked down at KJ and he hid behind me. I took her in as she bent at the waist to speak to him. Her shoulders drooped and her eyes looked empty. She looked t
Kalil The house was quiet when I headed upstairs. KJ was snoring and he’d kicked his covers off when I peeked in on him. I put them back over him then headed down the hall. Mak laid in the fetal position with the comforter and sheets pulled up around her neck and over her ears. It wasn’t even cold in here. She stirred as I pulled them off of her, but didn’t wake. She wore a red tank top and lime green boy shorts. I loved her body. Her birthmark covered her butt and the top part of the back of her thighs. It was darker than the rest of her body and she said it makes her two-toned, so she hated it. I thought it made her different, so I loved it. While I watched her—in a non-creepy way—her eyes popped open and she looked up at me. She was paranoid even in her sleep and I knew it was because of Nyeem. When I found him, he was dead. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” I said. I really did. She g
I stayed home the next day. Kalil and KJ are gone and I fairly certain I was depressed. Seeing my mom did something to me and I couldn’t explain it. I hated her, but I loved her just as much. I missed her and couldn’t wrap my brain around how much sense that didn’t make. My phone rang, but it wasn’t Kalil or Jay, so I ignored it. Instead I pigged out on some jalapeño Cheetos and watched true crime shows. Somehow I’d completely blocked my phone and thoughts of my mom and three hours later I had four missed calls and three texts. Two of the calls were from my mom, but she didn’t leave any voicemails. The last two calls and the texts were from Amber.A: So does this make us sisters now?Or r u still just my coach?R u thr? M: I’m here… bothA: Small world, huh? Can I tell u something?M: YeahA: I dnt thk I
I found Mak in the kitchen the next morning. She sat at the table eating bacon. I looked at the stove to see what else she’d cooked, but there was nothing.“Where’s the rest of the food?” I asked.“This is all I wanted,” she rasped and my gaze jerked to her throat. Bruises littered her skin, but she made no complaints about it.She grabbed another slice of bacon from the plate in front of her. I shook my head and look toward the phone at the flashing light. “Y’all got messages.”She grabbed the phone and asked, “Which one of y’all grabbed my bag from the car?”“None. If it wasn’t Kalil it should still be in there.”“Did y’all grab my phone?”“No.”“Was the car locked when you—”Whatever was being said on the phone stole her attention. She laughed a little then looked up at me.&
Jaida Maybe Mak wasn’t so far off when she’d tried to tell me about the possibility of there being more to Kalil and whatever he hid. We stood outside the police station waiting for Mak to come out and I wasn’t sure if he forgot where we were or if he just didn’t care. I was inclined to believe it was more of him not caring. He was basically putting a hit out on this Nyeem guy and nothing about his method was discreet. I wanted no parts of that so I went inside and saw that Mak was heading out. I smile at her, but she didn’t smile back. Expected. “All done?”“Yeah,” she wheezed out on a hoarse whisper. Her hand went to her throat with a grimace and I wanted to murder Nyeem. Kalil was on his phone when we came out, but he ended the call with “find him” and came to Mak. He kissed her forehead and hugged her tight.