True Confessions. Electa Rome Parks

      “Hello, baby. How are you doing? I’ve missed you so much.” I heard a deep, familiar, sexy voice, smooth as silk.

      For a second, my heart fell down to my feet. My hands started to tremble uncontrollably. I don’t even know how I managed to click back over to Taylor. I was functioning on autopilot after hearing the sound of his voice.

      “Taylor, let me call you back. I have another call I need to take.”

      “Who is it?”

      “Bye.”

      “It’s him, isn’t it?”

      “Bye, girl. Quit being so nosey. I’ll call you later.”

      “Kennedy, don’t give in to him this time. Have a backbone. Please.”

      “Bye.”

      Slowly, I clicked back over and hugged my pillow closer.

      “Hello?”

      “Baby, what took you so long? I thought you had hung up on me. That would have hurt my heart.”

      “Taylor was on the other line.”

      “Probably talking about me.”

      “Drake, contrary to what you may think, we don’t sit around discussing you all the time. The world doesn’t revolve around you, believe it or not.”

      “Listen, baby, I didn’t call to argue with you. Okay? Just talk to me,” he stated, smooth as honey.

      “What do you want, Drake?”

      “I was just checking on you. I haven’t seen you at work for a few days. Wanted to make sure you’re okay. Besides, I miss you, baby.”

      “I’m fine. Is that all?” I asked coldly.

      “Hold up. Listen, I want to see you, Kennedy.”

      “Can’t. We are over. Remember?” I stated with no emotion.

      “Baby, I could never stop loving you and we could never be over. Love doesn’t cease to exist overnight.”

      “You never started loving me and we are definitely over. Believe that.”

      “Calm down. We can work this out, talk it out like always.”

      “Not this time.”

      “Just let me see you,” Drake begged.

      “See me? For what?”

      “To bask in your beauty and make sweet love to you.”

      “You must be kidding. Have you forgotten what happened? Have you forgotten all those horrible things you said to me? Did to me? All the unspeakable names you called me?”

      “Spoken in anger, that’s all. I didn’t mean any of it.”

      “Well, it hurt me just the same. Some things you can’t take back.”

      There was a silence.

      “Listen, I have to go. I can’t do this,” I whispered as tears threatened to spill forth.

      “Baby, don’t treat me like this. Don’t treat us this way; give us another chance. We deserve that much.”

      “Me, what about you? You can never accept the blame for anything.”

      “Kennedy, calm down. You know how you get when you let your emotions get the best of you, and then you don’t think rationally.”

      I didn’t say anything. The double-talk was in full force.

      “I love you. Seriously, we can work this out. I don’t want to lose you,” he said in that sexy, deep voice. The voice I used to adore. Now, the one I despised with a passion.

      “Too late. You already have. Lost me.”

      I actually heard my pitiful sobs before I realized I was crying. Fresh tears were spilling down my cheeks and I was totally surprised. I didn’t think I had any more tears left for Drake. I didn’t even have the strength to wipe them away as they fell onto my cover.

      “Drake, don’t do this to me,” I managed to murmur between sobs.

      “Sssh. Kennedy, I need to see you. I need to touch you, feel you. Fit snugly inside you, make you come.”

      “Don’t, Drake. Let me go. You have to let me go.”

      “I can’t do that, baby. Never. I need you too much. Need to feel you pressed up against me, underneath me. I yearn to cradle you in my arms, where you belong. Let me come over and I’ll slowly lick my tongue over your clit, bury my tongue deep inside you, and make you feel good again. You don’t have to do anything but lie there with your legs wide open for me.”

      “No.”

      “No?”

      “That’s what I said.”

      “Well, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. We’ll discuss it while I’m undressing you.”

      “Don’t, Drake. I have no desire to see you.”

      “Fifteen minutes.”

      “No. My mother is here.”

      “Damn, why didn’t you tell me that before? When is she leaving?”

      “She’s not; I’m sick. Recovering from the flu. She’s taking care of me.”

      “It figures. She treats you like you’re a little girl; her precious baby.”

      “And you act like you’re jealous of our mother-daughter relationship.”

      “Why would I be?”

      “Because you can’t have me one hundred percent.”

      “Kennedy, you’re wrong. I already do.”

      “I’m hanging up.”

      “Tell me I’m wrong then.”

      Silence.

      “I thought so.”

      “I need to go now,” I stuttered.

      “Anyway, we both know that you aren’t Little Miss Innocent. Don’t we? I think I’m one of the few people who has seen the real Kennedy Logan. The one you keep buried deep inside yourself. I’ve seen her come out and play and enjoy every inch.”

      “I have to go.”

      “What? Did I hit a nerve? The things I could tell Mommy Dearest.”

      “No, because I haven’t done anything you didn’t ask me to do. I did it all for love. For you.”

      “I bet you’re creaming in your panties right now just thinking about us together. Me fucking you from behind.”

      “Drake, you are sick and you have nothing on me.”

      “Well, maybe if Mommy Dearest knew all the perverted acts her little princess has performed for me and on me, she’d think otherwise of your innocence.”

      “You make me sick. I can’t stand your ass.”

      He continued, “Maybe if she knew how you can suck dick better than a pro.”

      Nothing but my cries were heard now; ones I didn’t even recognize as my own. Deep, heart-wrenching sobs.

      “Maybe if Mommy Dearest knew how much you love me to eat you out. You’d lie there for hours with your legs spread, if I let you. You love that shit.”

      Sobs. Loud cries.

      “Or what about how I can get you to take it in the ass? Can’t get many women to do that. Especially not a black woman.”

      “Why are you doing this to me? I haven’t done anything to you but love you.”