“That’s a good way to sum it up.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Look, Malek. We can hang out, maybe even screw once in a while. But we can’t be together. I got a man. So don’t be getting any mixed messages.”
“We belong together, Stephanie. You know it and I know it. So if you wanna waste your time with this guy, then be my guest.” He was full of confidence. “Because me and Mr. Johnson here will be waiting. It’s only a matter of time. Trust me.” He leaned over and kissed me passionately. I’m not gonna lie. Just the feel of his tongue in my mouth got me excited again, but I wasn’t about to give in to the passion. I had to show him I could be strong.
“You know what your problem is, Malek?” I moved to the edge of the bed and sat in front of him.
“What?”
“You and Mr. Johnson here worry too much about tomorrow instead of dealing with today.”
“Oh, yeah, what’s so great about today?”
“You got me here today, don’t you? And we never know what tomorrow might hold,” I reminded him.
“You got a point there,” he smiled. “Now, here’s something you can hold.” Malek guided my hand between his legs, where he was quickly growing erect. For a second I tried to resist, but I was weak when it came to Mr. Johnson. Besides, shouldn’t I follow my own advice and deal with what was in front of me today?
I gave him a wicked smile, then bent down and took Mr. Johnson in my mouth. Malek let out a satisfied moan and stroked my hair gently. But before I could really get started, the phone rang.
“Who the hell is that?” I lifted my head and whined.
“Probably the front desk trying to tell us our time is up.” He reached for the phone, but I wasn’t letting go of Mr. Johnson.
“Tell them we want another three hours,” I purred.
“We do?”
I bent over and gave him another French kiss as an answer.
“Mmmmmmm,” he moaned with newfound excitement. “I guess we do. I’ll be right back.” I let go of him and he grabbed his pants. On his way to the desk to pay for more time, he gave me a quick kiss and promised to hurry back.
That’s when I started to think about Travis and what Malek had said about me not being in love with him. Yeah, I still had feelings for Malek. There was no question about that. But I was in love with Travis. Wasn’t I? Jesus, after all these years I had better be. We just had a baby together. And I’d have to be one stupid woman to mess up the good thing I had with Travis. I mean, shoot, how many women can say their man bought them a house and a car? And we weren’t even married yet.
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Malek’s wallet was on the dresser, so I figured he must have forgotten his money. I picked it up and went to the door.
“Let me guess. You forgot your money, didn’t you?” I opened the door and struck a pose. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Malek standing in front of me, getting an eyeful of my naked body. It was somebody I never would’ve expected.
15
I parked my car in the motel parking lot and waited. It had taken me a while to get rid of Dylan. He wanted to hang around and help once I saw my sister’s car at the motel, but I finally convinced him this matter was best left to the family. You see, I wasn’t sure what I was gonna say when I saw Stephanie, but I was sure I didn’t want Dylan to hear it. Especially since I was probably gonna use a lot of profanity. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t want to create a scene, but sometimes my little sister could be a bit stubborn, and a few choice words were needed to straighten her out. I was really hoping that just the embarrassment of being busted would make her realize how big a mistake she’d made by cheating on Travis. Although I doubted it would be enough.
Of course, it was possible that it was Travis with her. I had seen an Expedition parked out front, too. Maybe, just maybe, they were trying to spice things up. Then again, that was pretty unlikely once I saw her ex, Malek, walk out of one of the rooms, buttoning his shirt. I was praying it was just a coincidence, but in my heart I knew what was going on. Malek had always had some type of controlling power over Stephanie. As far as she was concerned, he could do no wrong. Even after the bastard left her with a two-month-old baby and no choice but to move into the projects and go on welfare, she still rarely talked bad about him. Shit, she wouldn’t even let us talk bad about him. “Don’t be talkin’ ’bout my baby’s daddy,” she used to always say. Thank God she met Travis. If it weren’t for him, who knows where my baby sister and my niece would be right now?
I watched Malek go to the motel office; then I headed straight to the room he’d come out of. I stood outside the door for a minute, wondering if I should knock. But I had to know if it was my sister in there. And it was little surprise when she opened the door, ’cept for the fact that she was butt-ass naked.
“Oh, my God, Jasmine! What the fuck are you doin’ here?”
She had the nerve to be actin’ all indignant as she stood in the doorway, butt-ass naked, steppin’ out on a good man with that lowlife she call her baby’s daddy. I know I was the last person she expected to find at the door. She just stood there and stared like I was some kinda space alien. Shoot, I know she musta been in shock, ’cause she didn’t even attempt to cover herself.
“Bitch, I know you ain’t the one who need to be askin’ that question.” I sucked my teeth. “What the hell are you doin’ here with Malek? You oughta be ashamed of yourself.”
Stephanie lowered her eyes and stepped back to finally get something to cover herself. I shouldered past her and sat down on the bed. The funk in the room made my stomach turn, but I had to stay and straighten this girl out. I never did understand the hold that Malek had over her. That’s why I had such a bad feeling after Big Momma told me Malek came by on Christmas Day. Sure, Stephanie probably put on a good show for Travis, all up in Malek’s face, tellin’ him to get lost. But I knew my sister well enough to know how hard that was for her. Part of her probably wanted to jump in the car and ride away with that no-good nigga. Something told me it was just a matter of time before there would be trouble. And now I was staring at trouble in the form of my naked sister in a sleazy motel. I just hoped I could stop her before she lost the best man she could ever hope to have.
“Jesus, Stephanie.” I shook my head in disgust as she stood before me wrapped in a sheet. “What were you thinking? You’re supposed to be getting married in a few months.”
“You’re not gonna tell Big Momma, are you?” was her nervous reply.
I had to give Big Momma her due. Even when she wasn’t around, she was around. Here was Stephanie, busted in a motel room with her ex-boyfriend, with not a stitch of clothing on, and all she could think about was if I’m gonna tell Big Momma.
“Big Momma is the least of your worries, Stephanie. You had better pray I don’t tell Travis. How could you do this to him after all he’s done for you? Do you know how many sisters would trade places with you right this minute? And you over here with that no-good nigga Malek. Please!” I frowned. “Will you stop starin’ at me and put some clothes on? Don’t nobody wanna see your naked ass.”
She turned her back to me and started to pick up the clothes that had been scattered across the room. The air in there was thick and musty like they’d been going at it all day. I couldn’t wait to get the hell outta there.
“Jasmine, please don’t tell no one ’bout this. Please,” she was pleading as she hurried to get dressed.
“You know, Steph, you’ve done some stupid shit over the years, but this is the stupidest.” I turned to face her, hands on my hips. “How in the hell could you cheat on Travis for Malek? That’s like choosing a Ford Escort over a Mercedes Benz.”
She didn’t answer me. She just sat on the bed and cried. I swear that was the first time I’d ever seen my sister speechless.