Page 15 of Virgo Type Sh*t
“Da question is, can you cook like dis?” At the end of the day, my ass wouldn’t be eating Fiona’s food. Like most men did, I wanted a woman who could cook.
Her head tilted to the side. When that smile dropped, I knew her ass was about to say some shit that would make the average nigga want to chop her ass in the damn throat. I loved that feisty shit though. It just made me want to find a new position to fuck her in.
“Tumnus Jethro, one thing for certain and two things for sure: Anything that Fiona can do, I can do. Not to say that I can do it better, but I do it differently. No, I don’t cook like this. I cook like me,” she said with a sharp tone. “Here’s a question for you. Can you cook?”
Croy choked on his food. Fiona patted his back while he drank his water. Once he regained his composure, he fixed his gaze on me with a rigid face. “That’s what T.J. stands for? Tumnus Jethro?”
“Don’t play, Croy. You know my daddy’s name is Jethro,” I responded. “Tumnus is from one of my mama favorite movies, man.”
Croy asked what movie it was from, and I told him. Him and his mean ass wife tried to hold in their laughs. They did horribly. “Man, that shit is tough. I see why you go by T.J.”
“Uh-uh,” Mekole interjected. “Not too much on my man. That’s not what we’re going to do.”
Fiona giggled. “You better stand up for your man, Cuz. Let’s get to the real reason why Croy and I wanted to sit down and talk to y’all.”
I knew there was a reason more than just dinner, as to why they asked us to come here. I knew Croy well enough to know if he invited us here that it wouldn’t be on some bullshit. “What’s up?”
Fiona’s forearms leaned on the table after she moved her plate to the side. “Mekole, you know I love you. I’ve seen you grow so much, and I’m so proud of you. After what you recently went through, I want you to be happy beyond even what you think you can be.”
What she went through.I turned my body toward my baby. “What did you recently go through, if you don’t mind me asking? We haven’t really talked too much about our past.”
Croy mumbled about my geechie going out the window when it came to serious topics. He knew me well from our interactions over time. Through education and business acumen, my code switch was immaculate. The industry that I was a part of was dominated by good ole boys when it came to the selling of the homes. Yeah, my people dominated the factories, but that was it. I made sure that the majority of my sales associates were black. That was my way to provide a balanced universe in my mind.
Mekole didn’t face me as she spoke. It looked like she went into some kind of trance. “Long story short, I had a son recently who died at birth, Derrick Junior. My best friend, Faheeta, stood by my side my entire pregnancy.” A smile broke through. “We were pregnant together. Ultimate best friend goals, you know.”
She giggled before the trance came back. “Faheeta went into labor like two in the morning on the day of my baby boy’s funeral. I was there with her up until she started to push. Thegrief was a lot, so she gave me grace. An hour before the funeral, James let me know that the grief was too much, and he couldn’t see his son lowered in the ground. I found out shortly after that my best friend and man had been fucking with each other for over a year, and my goddaughter was my boyfriend’s daughter. The day of my son’s funeral, James wanted to be with his living baby since there was nothing that he could do about the dead one.”
My eyes bounced between her, Croy, and Fiona. It was like I needed some kind of confirmation that this story was legit. Wasn’t no fucking way these fraud ass fuckas did that shit. After Croy nodded to answer the unspoken question, I found the questions that wanted to be asked. “Um, what the fuck did you do when you found out?”
She finally faced me. “Initially, nothing. It was business and friendship as usual with a little bit of surveillance. James and I had already broken up. Some more months passed, and the loving couple went on a baecation to Vegas. Faheeta was supposed to be at a business conference that she lied about going to, and as far as everyone knew, I didn’t know anything about where James’s ass was.”
This story was getting good as hell. If it ended the way that I projected it to end, then that curve I hoped for to not fuck her in this house would be uncurved like fuck. “Alright, what did you do with that information?”
She shrugged her shoulders, picked her fork up and put food on it. “I kidnapped them, did an electrical experiment, then killed them.” She put the food on her fork in her mouth like she just didn’t tell me that her crazy ass killed her ex and her best friend.
“Aye, can I talk to you privately for a moment?” I asked her.
She agreed and Fiona directed us into a bedroom that we could use. I had to assume that they knew what was up. I wason her ass the second I closed and locked the door. “You wasn’t ’bout to let nobody play wit’ you. I like that shit ’cause I ain’t ga let nobody play wit’ my ole lady either.”
She moaned into my mouth when I lifted her skirt. I backed her ass up to the dresser, then lifted her ass up. When I pulled back from our kiss, her cheeks were rosy. “If you fuck me over, I’m going to handle you the same way. So, before you think what I did is so sexy, know that I’m with that murder game if I need to be.”
That should have in no way made my dick harder. Her ass just threatened my fucking life. Her head went back when my hand gripped her neck. The hiss she released sent a jolt of energy throughout me. My lips went to her ear. “Oh, and if you fuck me ova, don’t think I won’t kill yo’ ass because you a woman. Fuck me over, I want you ta think of Jack the fuckin’ Ripper.”
My other hand went between her legs to pull her panties to the side. I didn’t have to let my dick out because my baby did it for me. That pussy was wet as fuck, so my dick slid in. I couldn’t say that it slid in without resistance, because my woman’s pussy was tight like country, back road curves.
She leaned back on the wall to give me better leverage so I could beat her pussy up. “Yes, Tumnus. Just like that.”
I stopped stroking to look at her with a tight jaw. “Don’t play wit’ me, Mekole.” She snickered because she knew I hated my first fucking name. “Bet!”
For the next ten minutes, I stroked the unmitigated sarcasm right out of her ass. The first few times that she reached down to push my abs back, I smacked her hand away. The last time, I just held her wrist. She couldn’t do shit because she needed that other hand to hold her ass up. She was at my and my dick’s mercy.
We cleaned up after we finished, then went back out to the dining room. Fiona looked at both of us with tight eyes. “So, she tells you that she killed two people. Your response is to take her into a bedroom and fuck her.” Her eyes flicked over to her husband. “I told you they were meant to be in crazy people heaven.”
Mekole laughed. “Whew, I guess you and Croy would know. Y’all are in that same crazy people heaven.”
“Oh, we’re not denying that shit,” Croy said with a titter. “Hell yeah, me and my baby are crazy as hell. That’s the reason we can tell y’all that both of you need to find peace in each other, but most importantly in yourself. The shit that y’all do is hard and can take a toll, no matter how crazy you think you are. Y’all are in the business on different sides, but that negates nothing.”
Mekole and I had light conversations about this. “What advice outside of being our own and each other’s peace do you have?” I asked Fiona and Croy. I looked over at Mekole. “I’m trying to make this a forever thing.”
