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  Meagan couldn’t believe he was fucking his wife, Clara, in the same place he normally fucked her, but what could she say? Clara was his wife, and only a few hours remained until their marriage was over. She watched for a second or two longer, fantasizing that it was she being pleasured by her man, and then turned and walked away. As she made her way to the front door, she decided to sit in the car and pretend she’d just pulled up. But before reached the door, she heard someone say her name.

  “Meagan?”

  She turned, gazed in the direction of the entrance to the kitchen, and saw Clara, who was fully dressed. If Clara is right here, who the fuck is that on William’s desk? she thought. Before she could make it back to the office to find out, a sloppily dressed William emerged, straightening his clothes, with Meagan’s mama, Rita, right behind him.

  “I tried to find a tire shop open, but there weren’t any twenty-four-hour ones, like I told you,” Clara said. “Come on, Rita. Let’s go. We’ll be back at eleven thirty for your bullshit business meeting, and if you haven’t gotten your tire fixed, we’ll take you then. Oh, and I need twenty dollars and a pack of cigarettes for waking up out of my sleep to bring you to work. Time is money, so pay up.” Clara stuck her palm out, ready to have it greased.

  William kept his eyes on Meagan, because he could see the flames glowing in her eyes as he handed his wife the money.

  “See ya later, William,” Rita said.

  He didn’t say it back, and he wouldn’t, not with Meagan glancing from him to her mother with a murderous look on her face. Feeling fearful and defeated, he lowered his head in anticipation of the fight that was about to occur, and just then Rita leaned in to kiss her daughter on the cheek, but Meagan jumped away from her.

  A puzzled look fell on Rita’s face, and almost instantly, it was replaced by a smirk. She knew her daughter like the back of her hand. Plus, she spoke ho fluently. She could tell Meagan’s anger wasn’t related to the fact that she, Rita, had betrayed her best friend, Clara’s trust, so that meant Meagan must have caught them fucking. Meagan was furious because she and Rita were once again sharing the same dick.

  Part One

  Disrespectfully Me

  Chapter One

  Only a few minutes had elapsed before Devin was in position for round two. He didn’t have to verbalize it, because his actions spoke volumes. There he was, standing in front of a tired-out Meagan, with his swollen girth in hand, pointed in her direction. He hovered over her, deciding he would get the approval to go another round, just in case she found him rude for thinking he didn’t need it.

  “He really likes you, Tammy. Can I hit one more time before you bounce?”

  Meagan’s mind was consumed with the beating Devin had just placed on her, and she almost didn’t respond when he called her by her alias.

  “I really like him too, but maybe we should call it quits for the day. It’s my birthday, and I’m supposed to hang out with my girls this morning, remember?”

  Only half of her words were true. It was Meagan’s fortieth birthday, but it wasn’t her girls she had to rush off to. She needed to show her face soon before her husband, William, sent out a search party to find her. He had arranged for Meagan to have a day of pampering, and if she missed her brunch date with him, she would need a makeover to cover the evidence of his abuse.

  “That’s cool and all sexy, but we need our time with you,” Devin said, making reference to his meat. “Every time we meet up, you got to bounce, and you leave me with a glass slipper to hunt your sexy ass down with. You stay doing me wrong, baby.” He sat on the edge of the bed, and his meat deflated like a whoopie cushion losing air, but without the sound effect. “Is it my age? I told you that I turn twenty-five next month, and you act like because you’re thirty-two, a nigga isn’t worth your time. I can’t even call you, because you keep your number a secret, and the only time I get to see you is when you come into the store, looking for me. What happens when my mixed tape drops and you can’t find me? I’m not going to be a stocker at Walmart all my life. I got goals.”

  Meagan hated when Devin wore his immaturity on his sleeve, but the fact that he always did shouldn’t have surprised her. She had known he had a lot of growing up to do since the day he helped carry her TV out to her car and handed her a demo of his latest underground club banger. But he was fine as hell with his coconut-shell complexion. Standing over her at six feet three, he had a rock-solid body and the beautiful features that only a 99.9 percent black man would have, with a wide nose as proof. There was no debating that he could kill a headboard and a box spring. Meagan was sure he could wear a suit better than his Walmart uniform, and if he acted right, she’d get him one to strut in for her.

  His hygiene seemed to be on point. She couldn’t smell anything foul coming from him, and his teeth were shoe-polish white, confirming he routinely brushed them. She could tell that he sat in a barber’s chair frequently by the wave patterns in his hair, and she could also tell he fancied smoking tree by the darkening in his lips. Her only issue with Devin was his age, but the nine inches of Angus beef he carried in his pants was too addictive for her to cut his ass off for the error in the year he was born.

  Her pursuit of Devin was supposed to be a walk on the wild side for her and also her taste of the cup of ice water that she used to be for the older men she screwed when she was a minor. She longed to sample the youth she had sacrificed for marriage, college, and her husband’s business and had never written into her life’s plan. Having a sexual relationship with a twenty-five-year-old who constantly drooled over her had made her feel young and desirable again. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, and the way he begged to be in her presence made her feel important, which was what she had never seemed to be in the history of her marriage. She hadn’t been on a hunt for him, and she’d tried to shoot Devin down when they first met in the mall’s parking lot, but he had been persistent. She thought back on that time.

  “Why do you keep saying no, beautiful? Your sexy ass must be scared of what my young ass can do to you, huh?”

  “No,” she said, giving him a partly suppressed laugh. “I’m scared of how you’re going to act after you get a taste of me. That would be cruel of me to feed you this full-course meal and then send you back to those value meals you’ve been snacking on.”

  “Then be cruel, gorgeous. Man can’t live on fast food alone. Too much MSG in it to get full. Let me taste that Sunday dinner.”

  “Taste? Boy, please. I don’t give samples, and there’s no kids’ meals on this menu.”

  “Sounds like you spend more time on marketing and advertising these full-course meals than you do on touching the souls of real men. I’m trying to fuck you, so keep the commercials.”

  He took the time to boost her ego with flirts and compliments in such a manner that it made her long to play his game. So she lied about everything she could to leave him with no real lead to track her down. She lied about her name being Tammy, she supplied him with a fake age and job too, and told him to meet her in the lobby of the tallest hotel on Peachtree at 8:00 p.m. if he really wanted a shot. To her surprise, he was waiting on her at the bar when she walked into the hotel’s lobby, with a look on his face that read he was there and ready to put in work.

  “Reservation for M. Tolliver,” Meagan whispered to the front-desk agent. She didn’t want Devin to hear her government, nor did she want her name to sound familiar to those within earshot. She hadn’t modeled in years, but her beauty wouldn’t let her be forgotten.

  “I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?” the agent said.

  “I have a reservation.”

  “I heard that part,” the stout front-desk agent said, rolling her eyes at the obvious. She wanted Meagan to repeat her name not because she hadn’t heard it, but because she was tired of every black person with a little bit of change pretending to be somebody important. The trench coats, dark shades, and whispering had become an irritation for her, and it had become her new quest to expose all
hidden identities. “What did you say your name is?”

  “M. Tolliver.”

  “M. Tolliver? That’s your name? I don’t see an M. Tolliver in our system, ma’am. How are you spelling M.?”

  “Tolliver is my last name. Can’t you look me up by it?”

  “Can I please have your identification? A driver’s license, passport, or one of the items we accept, as listed above your head on the wall, will do,” she said, ignoring Meagan’s question.

  “You should have said that from the beginning.” After fumbling through her purse, she took her driver’s license out of her wallet and slammed it on the counter in front of the young woman.

  “And you could have just said that your name was Meagan Tolliver.” The front-desk agent picked up her driver’s license, and a wallet-size picture that had been stuck to the back of it flew off and landed on the counter. It was a picture of Meagan and her husband. The agent picked it up. “Is this your husband, the funny guy from Georgia Peach’s?”

  In a panic, Meagan snatched the picture out of her chubby little hands and quickly turned to see if her play date had heard the question. Once she was sure he hadn’t, she answered, “Yes, that’s my husband and me. How do you know him?”

  “I just told you how I know him. I eat there all the time,” the woman replied.

  “Then you should stop. It’s starting to show.”

  The insult was for the treatment she had received thus far while checking in, but a part of her didn’t believe the woman’s response, because, sadly, she was familiar with William’s side-piece standards. Chubby, big breasts, probably could cook, and a mouth that looked like it picked up the slack for all of her shortcomings by swallowing the head, shaft, and balls at the same time. Meagan was seconds away from welcoming a growing smirk when the agent gave her a sample of what her mouth could do.

  “Don’t worry. When I go get my blackberry cobbler when I get off in an hour, I won’t tell Mr. William that you’re in room twenty-two-oh-one with that youngster over there.” Meagan’s mouth dropped when the agent offered an explanation of how she knew this. “The baby boy has been here for about an hour, looking for you, Ms. Tammy. He described you and even asked me to check the check-in list again, in case I overlooked you, but I told him I needed a last name, which he didn’t have. Here are your keys. Do you want me to grab you anything while I’m there?”

  Meagan closed her mouth and dug through her purse again. This time she pulled out a gift card to her husband’s restaurant.

  “No. I’m about to get full up there. Here’s fifty dollars’ worth of cobbler on me. Are we good?”

  “Of course we are, Ms. Tammy,” she said, loud enough to get Devin’s attention. Then she said, “We are real good. And let me get those keys back. I just realized we have a suite open on the forty-fifth floor, with a beautiful view of the city. Go get real full, girl. The way your husband flirts with everything that comes in there, you deserve some playtime.”

  “Thank you.”

  Meagan walked away from the desk, and Devin followed her. They didn’t greet each other and rode the elevator to their hotel room like strangers heading in separate directions. Once they stepped off the elevator, Meagan continued to lead the way as a stone-faced Devin followed behind her slowly. When she went into the room, Devin continued past it and snatched up a few items from the maid’s cart that sat at the end of the hallway. Then he doubled back and entered the room. After he closed the door behind him, he remained silent and went straight to work. He wet a towel and placed it along the bottom of the door frame. Next, he turned the hot water on in the shower and allowed the entire bathroom to fill with steam. Then he disappeared behind the closed bathroom door.

  Meagan didn’t know what the hell was going on, and she couldn’t ask. She had requested the sneaky and silent behavior when she’d agreed to give Devin a shot. He was only doing what he was told, and she’d stand by her request. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Devin stuck his arm out and motioned with his hand for her to come join him. After she walked into the steamy fortress, he closed the door behind her and did his signature move of placing a wet towel under the gap in the door.

  The steam floated heavily in the air, causing Meagan to become slightly light-headed. Then he passed her a lit blunt. The two of them had passed the blunt only twice before beads of sweat formed across her forehead. That was Devin’s cue to get the ball rolling. He undressed her as they shared the weed-filled cigar, and once he finished, he stared at her naked body like it was a buffet filled with of all his favorite foods. Then it was time to eat.

  He sat on the floor, with his back against the toilet, extended his neck, and rested his head on the closed toilet seat. Without looking up, he grabbed her by the legs and forced her onto his face. At the touch of his tongue, Meagan was in heaven, but her mind wouldn’t let her relax. She wasn’t sure if he was being smothered by the combination of her juices, the weed smoke, and the steam, but eventually, his tongue licked away her thoughts and she let go. She didn’t ride his face like most women in that position would have. Instead, she did squats on it, not by choice but by necessity, owing to the force of the tongue-lashing he was putting on her. With every sporadic move of his tongue, she jumped, relinquishing her bent-leg position over his mouth, only to bend down again.

  When she exploded on his face for a second time, Devin scooted out from under her, slid on a condom, and then hoisted her in the air. Her feet off the floor, Meagan came to rest in an uncomfortable position on the toilet seat, and then he put in work. He made sure he left an impression on her that night by using every inch he had to please every inch of her. If she were a schoolteacher, she would have given him an A+ in all subjects, especially in foreign languages. The way he French-kissed her pearl tongue enabled him to pass French with flying colors. She couldn’t fathom how a man so young could have already mastered what men twice his age still needed lessons on. It wasn’t her intention to stay the night with him, but the dick wouldn’t let her to go. After fucking William’s geriatric dick for all those years, the young man’s dick felt like her second opportunity at losing her virginity.

  What Devin didn’t know about that night was that he had busted Pandora’s box wide open and released a cougar into Atlanta’s youth-filled streets. If he could make her body feel like she’d taken a trip twenty years back in a time machine, she wanted to see if any other person or people could. It may have started with him, but she was now fucking two other men that were a few years older than Devin but more than ten years younger than her.

  * * *

  What Meagan didn’t know was that she wasn’t the first older woman Devin had played cougar and cub with. When he was in twelfth grade, he’d been invited to stay the night at one of his school friends’ houses. He hadn’t been able to sleep, and so he’d lain in bed in Jamal’s room, staring into the dark for hours. He wanted to go home, but the power was out again, and there wasn’t any food. With all his siblings staying at their grandmother’s house until his mom could pay to get the electricity reconnected, he had accepted the sleepover invite like it was a free night at a bed-and-breakfast.

  Devin, restless and uncomfortable, crept out of bed, found the door handle in the dark, opened the door slowly, and made his way out of the room. The rest of the house was as dark as the room he’d left, but then he noticed light coming from under the last door at the end of the hallway. Curious to see what the source of the light was, he began walking own the hallway. As he crept closer, he could hear the sound of soft moans, but he questioned their authenticity when he heard background music. Someone was watching a flick, but who? Judging by the setup of the house, the room had to be his friend’s mother’s bedroom.

  He moved closer to the door to listen for sounds of the real thing happening at the same time, and just then the door opened.

  “Baby, you scared me. I thought I heard someone coming down the hall, but no one ever knocked. Are you okay?”

  “Yes. I wa
s looking for an, um, TV to watch, because I can’t sleep,” he lied.

  “There’s one in here, but you don’t want to watch what I’m watching,” she said, with a laugh that caused her big breasts to shake under her robe. “But you can come in here with me, and I’ll change the channel.”

  Ms. Betsy, as everyone called her, stepped to the side and let him into her bedroom, and then she simply muted the DVD she was watching. She took the time to lock the door, straighten up her bed, and clean up the clothes she had on the floor before she mentioned the TV again.

  With the threesome in action on the screen, she asked, “Is there something in particular you wanted to watch? I can watch this all night.”

  She made a quick turn to face Devin, and her robe became untied, revealing her naked body. It wasn’t by accident that it flew open, because shock was missing on her face and she took her time to close it up again.

  With his dick on hard from the naked women on the TV, he said, “We can watch this. This is cool.”

  “Is it? How old are you, Devin? You said that like you’ve done what you see them doing on the TV.”

  “I have, and I’m seventeen, but I’ll be eighteen soon.”

  “You’re a baby.” For the first time since he had entered the room, she finally looked shocked and slightly embarrassed. “I thought you were one of those older boys Jamal hangs out with. I’m sorry, baby. Here’s the remote. You can sit on the floor if it makes you more comfortable.”

  He didn’t know what she meant by calling him a baby and offering him the floor instead of the spot on her bed she had cleared for him, but he didn’t like it. Her words made him feel like he was young and inexperienced, and offering him the floor felt juvenile. He was down for proving her wrong.