Sexin' My Man's Best Friend(6)

"Oh, and one more thing, baby," Taylor pulled out a bunch of cruise ship  tickets out of his pocket and laid them on his thigh. "I booked us and a  couple friends on a five night cruise down in Miami, Florida this  weekend. I want you to invite Cynthia and Mike, and I'm inviting Travis,  Donnell and Heather. What'll you say?"

This time I couldn't help but cheese hard and wide. I was more than  excited, even though he said Donnell and Heather would be there. I  wasn't going to let their asses ruin my cruise. Plus, if Travis was  going to be there, that would mean that we could get it on, while on the  ship and the excitement of us sneaking around would be orgasmic.

"Oh my God! Yes, baby! That's great! Oh my God! I'm going to pack now!" I  ran up to my room, thus leaving Taylor in the sun room laughing his ass  off at my excitement. And here I was thinking he was about to tell me  he'd been fuckin' a woman behind my back or something. I felt foolish  for even thinking such a thing. I was the only woman Taylor longed for  and I knew no other woman could even compare to me, or take my place.

I ran into my room and hopped on the bed grabbing the house phone in the  process from off the nightstand. I was so eager to dial Cynthia's  number, that I dialed the wrong number at least twice. It took me  calming down a little to dial the number correctly. She answered on the  first ring. I assumed the phone was right in her hand.

"Hello," she mouthed into the phone.

"Girl, you'd never believe where you, Mike, me, and Taylor going this  weekend!" I squealed. I didn't even wait for her to ask where. I just  blurted it out. "Miami! Taylor booked all of us a five night cruise on  this big ass yacht in Florida! What's up? Can y'all come?" I asked  eagerly.

"Hell yeah we're coming! What kind of question is that? Girl, I need a vacation and so does Mike!"

I cheesed harder and clapped my hands. "Yes! That's what's up. Daisy  could come over here and stay with Tayla. Marcia would take good care of  them. Oh, and we need to go shopping Girl! We're flying down Friday in  our private jet so we'll go shopping Thursday for real cute bikinis!" I  knew Cynthia could hear the excitement in my voice because I heard hers  too.

All the laughter stopped when she asked if we were the only ones going.

I scoffed. "No. You know Taylor had to invite every damn body. He  invited Travis and that damn Donnell and Heather. I'm telling you  Cynthia, I'm not on the bullshit this weekend! I'll light Donnell ass  up!"

I heard laughter on the other end of the phone. Cynthia always laughed  when I brought up Donnell and Heather. "Girl, you'll be fine. I'm sure  Donnell won't start any shit while on vacation. But, you said Travis  going? Who's he bringing?"

The question caught me off guard. I didn't even think of the woman I  knew Travis was going to bring. I knew better than to think he'd come  alone on a cruise ship. My mood quickly changed from happy to  irritation. I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth before responding to  Cynthia.

"Girl, you know Travis. I'm sure he's bringing one of his little whores  like he always does whenever he's invited to something. His ass never  just with one girl. It seem like he always got a different bitch on his  hands every time he come around." My tone was harsh but I didn't care. I  was getting angry just thinking about it.

Cynthia cleared her throat.

"Aaaahhh, okay, Sundy. Calm down. I could feel the heat through the  phone. Why does it seem like Travis bringing a girl bothers you?" She  asked in a skeptical tone.

I had to be sure not to give away our affair by becoming too angry. I could see now I probably already got Cynthia thinking.

I sucked my teeth. "Nah, it's not like that. It's just, you know his ass  used to date Chantel's baby sister. He cheated on her because he always  got to be with other women. You know Déjà and I are tight and I just  get angry thinking about his dog ass and how he played her," I lied.  Hell, it was the best explanation I could think of. Cynthia obviously  bought the lie because she let the conversation go.

We agreed to shop on Thursday, which was two days away. After we hung  up, I went back downstairs to see Taylor in the pool with Tayla throwing  a ball back and forth. I loved seeing those two together. Tayla  absolutely adored her father, probably even more than me. I knew for a  fact that Taylor adored her back and she was his life, his heart, and  his soul. I knew Taylor would just die if something was to ever happen  to Tayla, and so would I.                       
       
           



       

Since I was in a good mood today, I decided to put off telling Taylor  about Marcia and her disrespectful ass ways. I didn't feel like starting  any mess in here, at least not today. I ran back upstairs and into the  small workout room that was on me and Taylor's floor. The bigger workout  room was at the lower level of the house next to the basketball court. I  needed some privacy. Even though my house was huge, you still didn't  know who was lurking trying to be nosy. I took out my cellphone and  dialed Travis' number. I wanted to warn his ass I'd be watching him on  the ship and I wanted to tell him I didn't think him bringing another  female on board would be such a good idea because I knew he was going to  . He answered on the third ring.

"Let me guess, you're calling to chew my ass out about the cruise,  right?" He snapped as soon as he answered. I had to chuckle because he  already knew what was up and my reason for the call.

"You goddamn right that's why I'm calling. Don't start no shit, Travis. I mean it. Don't bring anybody," I said coldly.

The sound of his laughter caused me to momentarily remove the phone away  from my ear. I didn't know what was so funny but he was laughing like  I'd just cracked a joke.

"Mannnnnn, Sundy, don't call me with the bullshit, girl. I'm a single  man. I'll bring who I please. Taylor invited me and told me to bring a  nice lady with me, so that's what I plan on doing. You just worry about  you and Taylor. I can handle myself," he said dismissively.

I didn't like his tone not one bit. I was fired up on the inside. I  didn't know why seeing him with other women bothered me so much. Did I  care about him? Did I love him? I knew it was something, maybe love  probably jealousy and my need to control everything around me but the  anger I was feeling inside, indicated that it was more than just lust  for me.

I took a deep breath, and gathered my thoughts before I spoke. "I know,  Travis. You are a single, grown man and can do what you want. But, what  about how I feel? Doesn't that matter? Doesn't that mean anything to  you?" I asked. I didn't mean to be get emotional, but, I couldn't hold  back how I was feeling anymore.

Travis blew out a breath. "Of course your feelings mean something to me,  but at the end of the day, you're my boy's wife! Are you forgetting  that? You're acting like you're some single woman and I'm fucking you,  yet dissing you at the same time. It's not like that, this shit supposed  to be a secret! I can't show up without a woman, so I have to look at  you and Taylor for five days. How do you think that makes me feel? Huh?  Exactly! So quit coming at me with this side shit, girl. Know your  place, and know your role!" he barked.

Before I could comment, the glass door to the workout room swung open and in walked Marcia.

"Mrs., Jones? Taylor wanted me to find you to tell you to come  downstairs and join him and Tayla in the pool," she said in her thick  Mexican accent.

I told her I would be down in a second and she left the room. I focused  my attention back on the phone, . but when I looked at the screen, I saw  that Travis had hung up.





FIVE


The four of us boarded our private jet ready to head to Miami, which was  going to only take about four hours. Cynthia and I were looking so cute  in the bikinis we bought yesterday. She wore a baby blue solid colored  bikini with a real diamond chain belt around her flat stomach. Her boobs  were sitting up nicely too and her brown skin was glowing. Yesterday we  also stopped at the salon so Cynthia could get her monthly haircut. I  loved The Mia Farrow haircut she rocked on the regular. She had it dyed  pitch black. My best friend was the shit and nobody could tell us  nothing.

I decided to wear a hot pink one-piece swimsuit that crisscrossed in the  back. I didn't want to show too much skin on the first day in Miami,  but on the second day, I had something for their ass that'll make all  their jaws drop. Cynthia told me I was such an attention whore and she  was right. I didn't do much to my Senegalese twist except put a school  girl high ponytail in it. I was freshly waxed and had gone to get my  nails touched up.

I saw Heather scrunching her wide nose up at me and Cynthia in our swim  wear but I knew it was only because her fat ass couldn't wear what we  wore. I didn't even know if she had on a swim suit because she was  covered in a big floral-printed see through shawl, with lime green  capri's and blue sandals. She looked like a big ass Starburst to me.