Page 1 of Falling for Autumn
Chapter 1
Autumn Meshaun Woods
“Just like that, baby?” Wilson asked.
I jumped and did a little dance while clapping my hands. “You thought I was playing when I told you that I’m a beast at bowling.”
“Yeah, I think you undersold yourself. You didn’t quite describe yourself as a beast. You said you knew a little sum’n sum’n about the game. That did not speak to your skill level.”
I shrugged. “Well, I’m a humble girl. I don’t like bragging. You should know that about me now, baby.”
“Mm, I do.” He pulled me into his arms and moaned as he kissed me. “You damn sure didn’t prepare me for your skills in the bedroom. Woman, you know how to work a man over.”
“One more game and winner takes all?” I suggested.
“What’s on the table?”
“If I win, you give me a back massage tonight and all the oral that I want until I can’t take anymore. If you win, the same.”
“You actually gon’ give me head, Mesha?”
“Yes.”
“Bet,” he stated as we shook hands. He pulled me back into a hug, kissed me, and squeezed my ass. Resting his foreheadagainst mine, Wilson whispered, “Your ass is about to be in trouble, baby. I suggest you get that neck ready.”
I giggled and pulled free just as a woman’s voice hissed, “You lying, cheating bastard!”
I spun around and frowned at a short, brown-skinned woman with a short, pixie haircut. She was cute but really skinny and older than I was. She was holding the hand of a little brown-skinned boy who looked a lot like Wilson. Was this the mother of his child? But he hadn’t told me that he had a child.
“Wilson, who is this woman, and what is she talking about?” I asked.
My heart squeezed in my chest while I prayed that someone was playing a prank. Her opening sentence hadn’t boded well for me at all.
“Uhm, . . . see, it’s not what it seems, baby.” Wilson licked his top lip nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Then what is it?” I asked as the woman asked, “Oh yeah?”
“She’s just a good friend of mine.”
“Then what’s the problem?” I asked, thinking he was talking to me.
At the same time, the woman asked, “Do you grab all your good friends’ asses and kiss them like you’re snatching their tonsils from their throat, you lying ass no-good bastard?” she screamed again.
“Excuse me. What’s going on here? Wilson, who is this woman?”
“I’m his wife, bitch. Who the hell are you?”
“Wife? You’re married, Wilson?” I asked, glaring at him. He rubbed the back of his neck, and I turned back to the woman. “Look, I don’t have any beef with you. I’m clueless just like you are, and I’m his girlfriend of the last nine months,” I explained, stuck on the fact that she’d said she was his wife.
There was no way that could be true. I had been to Wilson’s apartment on numerous occasions and had been all through his home. I’d spent weekends there and been there when he was out of town on business. There was not a hint of another woman in his apartment. I even had a key and checked his mail off and on. I would know if there was anything out of the ordinary.
“I don’t give a damn who you are. I know what I’m not about to tolerate. Yeah, y’all see this shit? I’m about to take this nigga for everything he’s worth. The lying ass bastard claimed he was at work, and I found him in the bowling alley with this fat ass heffa! What the fuck does he see in her that he doesn’t see in me? I’m fine as hell, and this nigga wanna lie up under scruff,” she proclaimed loudly while holding up her phone.
“Eniya, put the phone away. I know you’re not on that Sociogram shit again,” Wilson whined.
“I am, and I’m showing the world what a cheating, lying, no good son-of-a-bitch you are! Up in here with this ugly ass cow, all the while you got me and your son thinking you’re on the road again. We’re waiting for you to come home, and you’re with this fat ho!”
“Listen, I’m not gonna be too many more hos and heffas,” I declared. I was so humiliated.
