She's Obsessed

3 | Jayceon

3 Jayceon

One Month Later . . .

Devon:

Today 6:08 PM

sup bro u at the spot?

yea

aight im bout to come that way

yup

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Jayceon whipped through the rundown side of Chicago with the blast of his music drowning out all the s**t going on inside his head. He had to talk to someone, and since all his sensible, more logical friends were either busy, ignoring his text messages or both, Devon would just have to do.

When he pulled up in front of Devon’s apartment building, he shut off his engine and just sat there. He looked down at the black diamond band circling his finger before looking up and staring out the windshield at the brink, twenty-story building in front of him. Everything was cool between him and Leah; it’s Jace’s guilt that’s messing with him.

He thought I’m trippin’ as he got out.

He pressed the number 5 from the panel of numbers at the security door and waited for Devon to buzz him in. He stood outside the neglected building with his blue work pants sagging off his ass. Jace is a FedEx delivery driver coming off a double shift, now ready to chill for the next ten hours before he had to get up and do it all over again. He’s somebody’s husband now, so he grinded his grind even harder.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Jace.”

When he heard the loud buzz, Jace went inside and headed up the stairs.

“Waddup.”

“Sup, bro.” Devon was sitting on the couch, unknotting a small plastic bag. “You cool, man? You look and smell like you got a lot on yo mind.” Devon laughed, still trying to pry open the bag of weed with his teeth.

“Yeah, that look and that smell you talkin’ ‘bout is called work; you should try it sometimes.”

“Man, f**k all that. You bring some swishers?”

“Hell naw, did you ask me to bring some swishers?” Jayceon turned his nose up, looking at the seeds and sticks Devon was shifting through. “I ain’t ‘bout to smoke that no way. Plus, they be on that random piss-test s**t at the job.” He tried to think of an excuse quick that would save him from directly inhaling the stale, brown buds sitting in front of Devon.

When Devon reached for a sheet of newspaper from the stack sitting on the scratched wooden coffee table, Jace asked, “What you need newspaper for? You ‘bout to read some headlines to me or some s**t?”

“Naw, you ain’t bring no swishers, so this will get the job done for me. Times is hard, bro.” Devon looked over at Jayceon. “What the hell wrong witchu? You quiet.”

Jayceon exhaled. He held his bottom lip between his teeth with his head hung low. He messed up the night before he married Leah, and now it was all coming back to haunt him. He thought I should have left that girl alone. He wished he could go back so he could’ve just let the dancer leave; let her go back to wherever she came from after her job was done, but he didn’t. Instead, he picked up his phone after the bachelor party cleared out. He was drunk, high as f**k, and even hornier. He thought about calling Leah, but he knew she wouldn’t have seen him the night before their wedding. He had a few other girls that would’ve been more than happy to ride his d**k all night long, but he was done with that. He wrote all his side-chicks off the day he proposed to Leah. He hadn’t made it a habit of cheating on her in the past, but when the ass presented itself, he took it. He just always made sure by the time he made it back home, his balls were fresh; all his incoming and outgoing text messages were erased, and his other f*******: page had been deactivated. That’s the way Jayceon got down, but he’s different now, and so was Leah. She wasn’t just his girlfriend anymore, she’s his wife, and he vowed to himself not to be that man or that husband.

He didn’t have any horror stories about his parents like the ones Leah has told him about hers, nor does he come from a broken home full of dysfunction. His mom and dad didn’t even so much as raise their voices at each other when he was in the house. They weren’t the Obama’s, but Jace had a good, stable, old fashioned upbringing; the kind of life he planned to live with Leah. He wanted to be good to her, which is why the night with the stripper has him all f****d up in the head. There was a time he could bang a b***h at nine and be lying between Leah’s legs, eating her p***y by ten-thirty without flinching. He didn’t get down like that anymore, though, so why didn’t he leave well enough alone that night? She had danced her ass off, but obviously, that wasn’t enough. Jace wanted more. He wanted to smash and could tell by the way she had been looking at him all night, she wanted to f**k too.

The stripper...Jessica Fox...the b***h with the fat ass...shit, Jace didn’t know what the hell to call her, but that didn’t stop him from reaching for the card her security left behind that had her cell number scribbled on the back. Without thinking, he just started dialing. When her voicemail started playing in his ear, Jace hung up, threw the card in the trash—along with that corny Mr. Groom white t-shirt—and headed for the shower. Yeah, he wanted to f**k but didn’t give it too much more thought; that wouldn’t have been the first time he’s gone to bed with a hard-on.

No sooner than the spraying water could get warm, Jace’s phone started vibrating on the sink. He didn’t recognize the number but knew from the 786-area code, it was the dancer calling back. When he answered, she asked, “Did you just call here?” knowing good and damn well he did.

“Yeah, this Jace, waddup.”

“Oh, hey, Mr. Groom.”

“You did real good tonight. I enjoyed myself, and so did the rest of my party. How ‘bout you come back through and lemme get a private show. You wrote ya number down for a reason. I’m usin’ it like you knew I would, so wassup. Don’t be shy wit’ me.”

Jace had said just enough to get the dancer to drive back across town in the middle of the night for some d**k. She could’ve had her pick of any dude at the bachelor party, but apparently, she only wanted Jayceon. His swag had captivated her the same as her body had done to the partygoers’ hours before.

After he ended the call, Jayceon’s inebriated brain reminded him what he was about to do was dead wrong, but as we all know, a man will think with his little head each and every single time.

“Wait a fuckin’ minute...Jace, man, you what?! You f****d who, when? You shittin’ me, right?” Devon couldn’t believe his ears as Jayceon told him of the night with the dancer. He hit a long drag from his newspaper blunt before he coughed out a puff of smoke. “You serious right now, bro?”

“I’m dead serious. I f****d the s**t outta her that night. Made her suck my d**k, f****d her in the ass and everything. I got dirty as f**k wit’ that b***h, man.”

“Now lemme get this straight...you talkin’ ‘bout the stripper-b***h that danced at your bachelor party? The one I almost caught a case over?”

“Bro, if anybody was gone catch a case that night, it woulda been her security dudes, but yeah, that’s the one.” Jayceon laughed under his breath, thinking about Devon almost about to get his ass kicked.

“She stuck up, but she sexier than a muthafucka! Goddamn, how you pull that off?”

“You saw how she was lookin’ at me that night; she was on it.”

“Man, if I bagged ah b***h like that, I would be outside doin’ doughnuts in the parkin’ lot, shoutin’ that s**t out the window so everybody would know, goddamnit.”

“Yeah...”

Devon put out the roach he was puffing on as he eyed Jace. “Aww damn J, don’t tell me you feelin’ bad ‘bout this s**t. And before you open your mouth, you already know I know you. Bro, you and Leah wasn’t married yet, and even if y’all was, fuckin’ a b***h with a ass like that worth gettin’ in some trouble for.”

Jace grabbed the back of his neck. “It’s just...man, I don’t know.”

“It’s just nothin’. You trippin’ is what you doin’. Don’t stress that s**t. That night was your last night as a free agent. Shiiiid, that’s how you supposed to go out. I’m proud of you, dude.”

“You would be.”

“You goddamn right I’m proud. You’ll be alright though, homie; you’ve done a lot more s**t then get your d**k wet by some stripper-b***h in a hotel suite. Now, I understand you tryna do right by Leah, and that’s cool and all, but bro what happened that night is all in the past now. You legit, gotta wife, and a decent life. Your s**t is together, so you shouldn’t be sittin’ here beating yourself up for doin’ what every other dude has done, or thought about doin’, the night before he gets married. It’s over, though, bro. That stripper is long gone, you and ol’ girl married, and the rest is what it is. Forreal, don’t beat yourself up. It’s over and done, J; besides, Leah will never know.”

“Yeah, you right, man. I’m just trippin’.” As Devon rolled a second blunt, asking a bunch of nasty, X-rated questions about the encounter with Jessica Fox, Jayceon pulled his phone out and scrolled to the videos he took that night at the hotel during his bachelor party. He had posted most of the pics and vids on i********:, with only the clean ones making it onto f*******:, but there was one video that hadn’t been posted. It was of him and the dancer. He recorded their raunchy, wild s*x like he’s done countless times with Leah, without Jessica Fox knowing. Jace gets off watching himself f**k. He likes to study his body, his form, her form, and her body. He would always watch to learn what made a woman hit her peak, and how long he could go before he reached his. But, since he hasn’t watched it yet, he won’t get a chance to because he’s getting rid of it, ASAP! He’s been carrying a really bad feeling in his gut since that night, so the only reasonable thing to do at this point is to erase the video.

When he pressed the small electronic garbage can at the bottom right corner of his screen, a message that reads This video will be deleted from iCloud Photos on all devices popped up. When Jayceon pressed Delete Video, it was gone. Just like that, hot s*x with Jessica Fox was only a figment of his and Devon’s, imagination.

Suddenly, Jace felt better – like his old self again. The monthlong weight had been lifted from his conscience, freeing him of the guilt that held him hostage. As he bobbed his head to the Migos video playing on YouTube, he thought about wifey. He felt he could finally enjoy Leah and their new life together now that he’s gotten rid of his homemade s*x tape.

When Devon turned the music up, he said, “Now, tell me one more time, bro, how big is her n*****s?”

All Jace could do was shake his head in laughter at his silly friend.