Be Bad For Me(22)

"Okay."

"Stay beautiful," he said, and hung up.

When she sat back next to Anthony, he was in the process of slipping his cell phone back in his pocket.

"This movie isn't as good as the previews, is it?" Anthony asked.

"It's been all right so far. Just a little slow at the beginning," she mumbled.

Throughout the rest of the movie, she contemplated what would happen if  she went to the Car and Bike show with Jordan. She knew that she could  trust Jordan to respect the fact that she was in a relationship. But at  the same time she didn't think that she was being fair to Jordan because  she knew that he wanted more than a friendship. She didn't want to get  Jordan's hopes up and prevent him from moving forward with his life. And  she wasn't being fair to Anthony, because he would never consent to  sharing her with another man, even though they were just friends. She  was so confused that she didn't know what she wanted anymore.







Annette had gotten off from work early and decided that she would go  shopping on her own. She hadn't remembered the last time she had gone  shopping for herself. Now as she walked through the mall parking lot to  her car with all the shopping mall bags, she felt fulfilled. She even  thought of Anthony and bought a new hat for his collection. As she was  placing the bags in her trunk, she noticed that Anthony had left a box  of mixed cds in a duffle bag from this past Sunday. She was sure that he  would need those cds for promotions tonight at a local club. She didn't  want to be the blame for him not having his music when he needed them.

Anthony should have been home by now, so she would just stop by and drop  them off at his house, along with the baseball cap that she just bought  him. As she was driving to Anthony's house, Jordan called her cell  phone. She didn't pick it up this time and let it go to voicemail. She  had called him back Monday night and told him that she wouldn't be able  to make it to the Car and Bike show that he had invited her to. She knew  she was making the right decision by staying true to her relationship  with Anthony. Jordan wasn't pressuring her or anything but he wasn't  giving up on her at all either.

She pulled up in front of Anthony's father's mansion. There were three  cars in the driveway. His father's familiar Lexus, Anthony's new  Mercedes, and a Honda. The Honda wasn't familiar and she wondered if  they had company. Since his father was home, she rang the front door  bell instead of going straight to the guesthouse where Anthony lived  first, so she could say hello to his father. When she visited Anthony,  she seldom went through the main house. They always walked around to the  back, where Anthony lived in the guest house. She hadn't seen Anthony's  father in a while now. It was almost two, maybe three months, since she  last saw him. He answered the door with a smile on his face.

"Annette. How are you doing?" Anthony was the spitting image of his  father. Even though Anthony's father had a few grey hairs, here and  there, he was still good looking. Anthony's father was never married and  never kept a steady girlfriend.         

     



 

"Mr. Wright," she greeted him, as he gestured for her to come him.

Sure enough, a lady was sitting on the couch when she walked in. That  was probably her Honda sitting out in the driveway. The lady looked very  young, maybe even around her age. "Hi," the lady greeted her from the  couch.

"Hi," Annette said back, and then she turned to Anthony's father, "Is Anthony around?"

"He was walking around here earlier. He's in the guesthouse right now, I think. You want me to call him up to come get you?"

"No, I'll just walk back there."

"Okay. Nice to see you again, too."

Annette used the back entrance as a short cut to the guesthouse where  Anthony stayed. When she walked outside, she heard very loud music  coming from inside the guesthouse. Anthony always played music really  loudly in the house and in the car. She knocked on the door and felt a  little foolish for doing that. He couldn't hear her anyway. She turned  the doorknob and was surprised that the door opened freely. She pushed  the door opened to allow more room for her and the bags she was holding.  She looked up and all the bags dropped out of her hands, when she saw  the sight in front of her.

Anthony was standing up in the middle of the living room naked except  for his jeans bundled at the bottom of his ankles, with his head held  back and his eyes closed. Knelt down in front of him was a girl, who was  also buck-naked. Her lips were wrapped around his erection and she was  sucking him off. Anthony was moaning so hard that he was almost  growling. The girl was also moaning despite having a mouth full of dick.  They were so into each other that they didn't notice the door had swung  open or that she was standing there until she yelled out. Annette felt  like someone had shot an arrow straight through the middle of her heart  and it felt as if she was going into cardiac arrest. She reached up and  grabbed her chest.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Annette screamed

The girl pulled her mouth off Anthony's dick and Anthony's eyes popped  wide opened. He pushed the girl so hard that she almost fell back on the  floor. He leaned down and pulled up his pants.

"Annette!"

The girl was shocked, hands going up to her mouth, and she ran in the direction of Anthony's bathroom.

"What are you doing?" Annette shrieked.

"Oh, baby … It's not what you think?"

"Not what I think … " She began walking towards him. "Not what I think!  Then, what is it, huh?" She reached up and slapped him across his face  as hard as she could. He reached out and tried to touch her and she  smacked his hand away. "Don't touch me, you fucking bastard!"

"I-She … " He was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

Annette felt the tears well up in her eyes, but she did her best to hold  them back. "Is that what you want?" she yelled, pointing in the  direction of his bathroom. "Is that the bitch you've been fucking around  with on me?"

"No! I mean … I didn't fuck her."

"You expect me to believe that?" She looked around and saw their clothes  scattered over the floor. Her panties were on the couch, a box of  condoms beside them.

"Annette, calm down … this is not what it looks like." Anthony was  standing there looking like a sick puppy dog trying to explain himself.

"What the fuck do you think it looks like? Huh? How long has this been going on?"

"Look, you know I love you and only you. No other girl can take that  away from you. It's just … it happened … and … ," he began talking, but all  Annette heard was a bunch of crap coming out of his mouth.

At that moment, the girl came out of the bathroom, fully dressed, except  for the dingy pair of panties remaining on the couch. The nerve of her!  She stayed a far distance behind Anthony. That was good. Annette knew  that it wasn't that bitch's fault that her man was cheating. But,  Annette was so mad that if that bitch even so much as said a word to her  she would run over there and slap the shit out of her too.

"Is that what you want, Anthony?" Annette asked, pointing at her. "You  been fucking her behind my back and taking me for a goddamn fool!"

"No, Annette. I want you. Please … I'm going to tell you what happened if you just calm down."

"This is disgusting. You are disgusting," Annette reached up, and wiped  away a tear that escaped from the corner of her eye. "You know what? I'm  not having this shit anymore because it's over … we're through."

"No!" Anthony grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.         

     



 

She snatched herself away and slapped him again. "Don't touch me!" She  reached up and pulled the diamonds dangling from her ear out. "Take your  shit!" She threw them at him and they scattered on the hardwood floors  and disappeared. She yanked off the necklace and threw it into his  chest. "It's fucking over between you and I. I won't be needing any of  this cheap shit and she can have them!" She slid the diamond ring off  her finger that he had given her a couple weeks ago threw that as hard  as she could into his chest, trying to throw a whole through that  muthafucka. "Fuck you!" She turned around and stormed out. But, he was  running after her. She bust into his father's mansion and stormed  through the lobby. The door slammed shut behind them.

"What the fuck?" Anthony's father had come out of the living room and  was looking at the spectacle in front of him. Without saying anything,  Annette burst out of the front doors with Anthony fast on her heels.

"Annette, I made a mistake. I'm sorry. That bitch back there doesn't mean anything to me. Please … "

Annette jumped in her car and cranked up the motor, put the car in  reverse, and started backing out of the driveway, out of the gates, and  onto the streets. Anthony was keeping up along side her car, pleading  with her like a lost puppy dog, but she couldn't hear him because she  had rolled up her windows and had Rihanna's hit single blasting from her  speakers. She sped off and didn't look back. When she was out of the  subdivision that was when the tears she had been holding back flooded  down her face. Her hands and her whole body began shaking and that is  when she prayed that she would make it home without running off the  highway.