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HER DRAMA, HER Ecstasy _ By T.M. Pigatt
Kenya thought that she had found the one when she started dating David. Two years later, that would be proven wrong when she finds him in bed with another woman. Hurt, she decides to swear off all men. It didn't matter that Robert James caused an ache between Kenya’s legs like she has never known. She tries her hardest to ignore him, because not only has she sworn off men, but Robert is white..
Robert was single and that’s the way he liked it. At least, he thought so until he laid eyes on Kenya. The moment he saw her, the rod between his legs became hard as steel. He knew the only way to get relief was to crawl between Kenya’s thighs and give them what they both wanted. However, Kenya was playing hard to get. Her body said; Yes... but, her mouth said he wasn’t here type. Little does she know he’s not giving up until he changes her mind, and tastes all she has to offer.
TAKE A PEEK
Chapter One
Kenya
I can’t help the smile that appears on my face as I walked down the bright white halls of Wilson Memorial Hospital in Spring Glove, Georgia. Even though it’s been a long day, I still feel grateful that I’m here.
I’ve been working twelve to thirteen hours days lately and today is no different. I’m about to see my twentieth patient of the day. I never thought being a general practitioner would mean I would have so many hours stuck in the hospital. As I was about to walk into the patient’s room, my colleague Dr. James Sweat walks up to me. James Sweat is a handsome man. He’s 6’4 with cocoa skin and a bald head with black wire frame glasses. The funny thing is I have never been attracted to him in all the time I have worked with him.
“Well hello Kenya, how are you?”
“I’m fine and how are you, James?”
“I’m great. How long have you been here? You look dead of your feet.”
“Thanks for the compliment. I’ve been here all day.” I state.
“You seem to be doing that a lot lately.”
“Who are you telling?”
“How many more patients do you have left to see?”
“Two more.”
“How about I take your last two, that way you can go home and get some sleep.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Why not? I haven’t been here as long as you have. Plus, you’ll owe me one again.”
I didn’t give any more thought to it since it’s nothing new that James and I look after each other patients. The hospital is fine as long as our patients don’t mine.
“Thank you, James. I know David will be glad to see me.” I say as I pass him the patient’s records.
“I would hope so. I know that if you were my girlfriend, I would be happy to get any time I could with you.”
All I could do was smile at him. I know that James has a thing for me. We are the only two black doctors on this floor and James has no problem letting me know that he’s interested, but I never let him forget that I have a man. Plus, my mother always told me never to mix business with pleasure. I live by that rule.
I enter the doctor’s lounge as I did this morning. I opened my locker to place my white lab coat inside, but before I could put it in the locker, I search the pockets for my house keys. I check and check but yet I still can’t find them. I place the white coat in the locker and shut it. I walk up to the nurse’s station to ask if anyone turned in a set of keys, but before I could speak James steps up to the counter and place a set of keys down.
I pick up the keys and turn to him. “Where did you get these keys?”
“I found them on the floor of one of the patients’ room. Why? Are they yours?”
“Yeah, they’re mine. I thought I lost them. Thank you, James.” I say before leaving.
I jump into my car and speed my way home. I enter what seemed at first to be a quiet house. I place my keys in the bowl next to the door and begin to walk upstairs. I’m halfway up the stairs when I hear a woman scream “just like that baby.”
I stopped in my track to listen to make sure that my ears weren’t deceiving me. I didn’t hear any more voices, so I start up the stairs again. As I get closer to the top of the stairs, near my bedroom, I hear my bed squeaking. I pick up my pace as soon as I hear the noise. I bust the door open to find my boyfriend of two years humping some bitch from the back. He immediately jumped off the bitch. He then reaches on the bed to grab a pillow to cover his naked dick as if I hadn’t seen it before. That’s not the only thing that catches my attention. The bitch that he was fucking catches my eye.
“Babe, this isn’t what it seems,” David shouts.
“You and that bitch better get the fuck out of my house before I carve you both the fuck up.”
“She’s not going to do shit?” The bitch he was fucking said.
I turn to her. “You think you know me, but you don’t. You pushed me too far this time. The first time I forgave your ass but not this time. If you’re still in my motherfucking house when I come from the kitchen, then you will find out how deadly serious I am.”
I stomped my ass out the room and down the stairs. I hear David’s booming voice calling me, but I don’t stop. I enter the kitchen and grab a butcher knife out the drawer. I return in the direction that I came from; David and his bitch were now dressed and down the stairs. I run towards them, but David grabs me by the arm to keep me from stabbing them. David and I struggle for the knife for a while. I was able to pull my grip from his and turn in the direction of the bitch that was fucking my man.
“Get out of here,” David yells to his mistress.
The bitch wasn’t running her mouth anymore. She runs out the door like the bitch that she is with her shoes in her hand. I move back in the direction of David’s ass with the knife in the air. I regain my senses and back off of David. “You better follow her if you know what’s good for you.”
“Please let me talk to you,” David begs.
“What the hell do you think you can say to me? You think any words out of your mouth will make this better and don’t insult my intelligence by saying that this was the first and only time.”
“It doesn’t matter how many times it happened. We need to talk about why it happened.”
“That’s easy. It happened because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants. Now, what else do you need to say?” I yell at him.
“Do you think it’s easy for me when you are working those long hours?”
“Don’t give me that shit. If you were having problems with my job, then you should have been man enough to speak your mind.”
“If I did would you have listened?”
“I guess we will never know, now will we David? Now get your ass out my house and don’t bring your ass back until you’re ready to collect your shit.”
“We can work this out,” David exclaims.
“The time for working things out was before you fucked that bitch. Now get your ass out of here before I use this knife to cut your little dick off and stuff it down your throat.”
“I’ll let that go because I know that you’re upset but this isn’t over,” David says before turning his back to leave. It did cross my mind to stab him when he turned his back, but I decided not to go to jail for that fool.
Before David can get out the door, I changed my mind about his shit. I don’t want to give him a reason to come back to my house, so I yelled “don’t leave empty-handed. Go upstairs and pack your shit.”
David was about to speak until I waved the butcher knife in his face. I gave David ten minutes to pack his shit and get out.
I watch as David pulls out the driveway. I close the door tight behind me and run back upstairs. I look at the bed that I found my man in with another woman and wondered what to do. My first thought was just to change the sheets. I start pulling the bedding off the bed, but the more I did, the madder I got, so I took all the bedding off and drag it towards the backyard. In my backyard, there is a steel bin where we use to burn leaves in or have a bonfire.
I threw all the bedding into the bin. Then I walk back into the house and to the kitchen. I open one of the kitchen’s drawers to find the lighter. I pulled the lighter out and walked back outside. I lit the material and watch as the fire grew. To me, this is a symbol of my relationship with David.
Trina
(Kenya’s Sister)
I pull out of Kenya’s driveway after she chased me with a knife. I never really meant for her to catch David and me in bed together. I was just happy knowing that I was fucking her man again without her knowing but I must say the look on her face when she found David fucking me from behind was priceless. Now all I have to do is keep David on my side to hurt her. I also need to get my mother on my side. I pull my cell from the passenger seat of my car. I dial my mother. She answers on the third ring.
“Hello, mother,” I say.
“Hello, Trina. What’s going on?”
“Why do you think something is going on?”
“Because you only call when something is wrong.”
“I just wanted to let you know that David and I are together.”
“David who?”
“David, David.”
“Trina, please tell me that you are not talking about your sister’s David.”
“Mom, he’s not Kenya’s David anymore.”
“Let me get this straight. You have been cheating with David behind Kenya’s back.”
“It’s not behind her back anymore. She found David and me together.”
“So, you didn’t learn anything the first time around. Why do you keep hurting your sister? You know it took everything in her to trust you again.”
“You should be the last one talking about trust. How do you think Kenya’s going to trust you when she finds out the secret you have been keeping from her?”
“Is that what this is all about?”
“No, it has nothing to do with that. It has to do with me wanting David, and now I have him, but if I were you, I wouldn’t hold on to that secret much longer.” I say before hanging up the phone. There’s always been a part of me that hated Kenya, and that part grows more and more each day. Now I’m on my way to work as a head cook at a restaurant with a smile on my face.
Chapter Two
Kenya
One year later
I’m sitting at my favorite coffee shop named Passion Café when my phone begins to ring. The phone says a private number, so I answer it. “Hello.”
“Don’t hang up Kenya.” I hear David’s voice say.
“What the hell do you want?”
“I want us to talk so that we can get back together.”
“I hate to tell you David, but I don’t want you back so fuck off,” I say before hanging up.
I was sitting here in a good mood before David called me but now I sit here waiting for my girl Sara in a pissed off mood. How dare he keep calling me after everything he’s done to me. David was the last straw. I used to believe that there were more good men out in the world like my father but David destroyed that fantasy. Now I just feel that they are all evil.
As I sit here, I hear the bell on top of the door ring. I look up to see my friend Sara walk in. Sara is a fantastic friend. She became my friend as soon as I moved to Atlanta from Silver Spring. We have both been working at Wilson Memorial Hospital but never bumped into one another until a year ago. The year after David has been a good one.
I watch as Sara’s figure comes towards me. Sara stands at 5foot 5inches. She’s a beautiful slim red-head nurse. She works on a different floor than me. She arrives at the table with a cup of coffee in her hand.
“What’s the matter?” Sara ask me.
“Who said something is the matter?”
“I can tell by the look on your face, so you might as well tell me.”
I let out a breath “David called me.”
“Again?” She asks.
“Yeah, I just hung up on him.”
“He’s lucky that’s all you’re doing. I would have cut that motherfucker for fucking my sister in my bed.”
“Girrl, I was about to. I had the butcher knife, but then I decided that I don’t do jail.”
Sara starts to laugh. “I hear ya.”
“So, what’s up?” I ask her.
“I don’t know, the same old shit.”
“Are you still seeing that guy? What’s his name?”
“Yeah girl, and Stan is his name. You would know that if you came to the club and met him.”
“Why do I need to come to a club to meet your man? Do I look like the club type to you?”
“It’s not what you think.”
“Oh, really?”
“Look don’t get your panties in a bunch. Remember you’re a woman comfortable with her own sexually ways.”
“Okay and?”
“The club I have been telling you about is Club Ecstasy.”
I nearly spit out my damn coffee when Sara said that shit. “Are you trying to tell me that you’ve been trying to get me to go to a sex club?”
***END OF SAMPLE***
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Robert was single and that’s the way he liked it. At least, he thought so until he laid eyes on Kenya. The moment he saw her, the rod between his legs became hard as steel. He knew the only way to get relief was to crawl between Kenya’s thighs and give them what they both wanted. However, Kenya was playing hard to get. Her body said; Yes... but, her mouth said he wasn’t here type. Little does she know he’s not giving up until he changes her mind, and tastes all she has to offer.
TAKE A PEEK
Chapter One
Kenya
I can’t help the smile that appears on my face as I walked down the bright white halls of Wilson Memorial Hospital in Spring Glove, Georgia. Even though it’s been a long day, I still feel grateful that I’m here.
I’ve been working twelve to thirteen hours days lately and today is no different. I’m about to see my twentieth patient of the day. I never thought being a general practitioner would mean I would have so many hours stuck in the hospital. As I was about to walk into the patient’s room, my colleague Dr. James Sweat walks up to me. James Sweat is a handsome man. He’s 6’4 with cocoa skin and a bald head with black wire frame glasses. The funny thing is I have never been attracted to him in all the time I have worked with him.
“Well hello Kenya, how are you?”
“I’m fine and how are you, James?”
“I’m great. How long have you been here? You look dead of your feet.”
“Thanks for the compliment. I’ve been here all day.” I state.
“You seem to be doing that a lot lately.”
“Who are you telling?”
“How many more patients do you have left to see?”
“Two more.”
“How about I take your last two, that way you can go home and get some sleep.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Why not? I haven’t been here as long as you have. Plus, you’ll owe me one again.”
I didn’t give any more thought to it since it’s nothing new that James and I look after each other patients. The hospital is fine as long as our patients don’t mine.
“Thank you, James. I know David will be glad to see me.” I say as I pass him the patient’s records.
“I would hope so. I know that if you were my girlfriend, I would be happy to get any time I could with you.”
All I could do was smile at him. I know that James has a thing for me. We are the only two black doctors on this floor and James has no problem letting me know that he’s interested, but I never let him forget that I have a man. Plus, my mother always told me never to mix business with pleasure. I live by that rule.
I enter the doctor’s lounge as I did this morning. I opened my locker to place my white lab coat inside, but before I could put it in the locker, I search the pockets for my house keys. I check and check but yet I still can’t find them. I place the white coat in the locker and shut it. I walk up to the nurse’s station to ask if anyone turned in a set of keys, but before I could speak James steps up to the counter and place a set of keys down.
I pick up the keys and turn to him. “Where did you get these keys?”
“I found them on the floor of one of the patients’ room. Why? Are they yours?”
“Yeah, they’re mine. I thought I lost them. Thank you, James.” I say before leaving.
I jump into my car and speed my way home. I enter what seemed at first to be a quiet house. I place my keys in the bowl next to the door and begin to walk upstairs. I’m halfway up the stairs when I hear a woman scream “just like that baby.”
I stopped in my track to listen to make sure that my ears weren’t deceiving me. I didn’t hear any more voices, so I start up the stairs again. As I get closer to the top of the stairs, near my bedroom, I hear my bed squeaking. I pick up my pace as soon as I hear the noise. I bust the door open to find my boyfriend of two years humping some bitch from the back. He immediately jumped off the bitch. He then reaches on the bed to grab a pillow to cover his naked dick as if I hadn’t seen it before. That’s not the only thing that catches my attention. The bitch that he was fucking catches my eye.
“Babe, this isn’t what it seems,” David shouts.
“You and that bitch better get the fuck out of my house before I carve you both the fuck up.”
“She’s not going to do shit?” The bitch he was fucking said.
I turn to her. “You think you know me, but you don’t. You pushed me too far this time. The first time I forgave your ass but not this time. If you’re still in my motherfucking house when I come from the kitchen, then you will find out how deadly serious I am.”
I stomped my ass out the room and down the stairs. I hear David’s booming voice calling me, but I don’t stop. I enter the kitchen and grab a butcher knife out the drawer. I return in the direction that I came from; David and his bitch were now dressed and down the stairs. I run towards them, but David grabs me by the arm to keep me from stabbing them. David and I struggle for the knife for a while. I was able to pull my grip from his and turn in the direction of the bitch that was fucking my man.
“Get out of here,” David yells to his mistress.
The bitch wasn’t running her mouth anymore. She runs out the door like the bitch that she is with her shoes in her hand. I move back in the direction of David’s ass with the knife in the air. I regain my senses and back off of David. “You better follow her if you know what’s good for you.”
“Please let me talk to you,” David begs.
“What the hell do you think you can say to me? You think any words out of your mouth will make this better and don’t insult my intelligence by saying that this was the first and only time.”
“It doesn’t matter how many times it happened. We need to talk about why it happened.”
“That’s easy. It happened because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants. Now, what else do you need to say?” I yell at him.
“Do you think it’s easy for me when you are working those long hours?”
“Don’t give me that shit. If you were having problems with my job, then you should have been man enough to speak your mind.”
“If I did would you have listened?”
“I guess we will never know, now will we David? Now get your ass out my house and don’t bring your ass back until you’re ready to collect your shit.”
“We can work this out,” David exclaims.
“The time for working things out was before you fucked that bitch. Now get your ass out of here before I use this knife to cut your little dick off and stuff it down your throat.”
“I’ll let that go because I know that you’re upset but this isn’t over,” David says before turning his back to leave. It did cross my mind to stab him when he turned his back, but I decided not to go to jail for that fool.
Before David can get out the door, I changed my mind about his shit. I don’t want to give him a reason to come back to my house, so I yelled “don’t leave empty-handed. Go upstairs and pack your shit.”
David was about to speak until I waved the butcher knife in his face. I gave David ten minutes to pack his shit and get out.
I watch as David pulls out the driveway. I close the door tight behind me and run back upstairs. I look at the bed that I found my man in with another woman and wondered what to do. My first thought was just to change the sheets. I start pulling the bedding off the bed, but the more I did, the madder I got, so I took all the bedding off and drag it towards the backyard. In my backyard, there is a steel bin where we use to burn leaves in or have a bonfire.
I threw all the bedding into the bin. Then I walk back into the house and to the kitchen. I open one of the kitchen’s drawers to find the lighter. I pulled the lighter out and walked back outside. I lit the material and watch as the fire grew. To me, this is a symbol of my relationship with David.
Trina
(Kenya’s Sister)
I pull out of Kenya’s driveway after she chased me with a knife. I never really meant for her to catch David and me in bed together. I was just happy knowing that I was fucking her man again without her knowing but I must say the look on her face when she found David fucking me from behind was priceless. Now all I have to do is keep David on my side to hurt her. I also need to get my mother on my side. I pull my cell from the passenger seat of my car. I dial my mother. She answers on the third ring.
“Hello, mother,” I say.
“Hello, Trina. What’s going on?”
“Why do you think something is going on?”
“Because you only call when something is wrong.”
“I just wanted to let you know that David and I are together.”
“David who?”
“David, David.”
“Trina, please tell me that you are not talking about your sister’s David.”
“Mom, he’s not Kenya’s David anymore.”
“Let me get this straight. You have been cheating with David behind Kenya’s back.”
“It’s not behind her back anymore. She found David and me together.”
“So, you didn’t learn anything the first time around. Why do you keep hurting your sister? You know it took everything in her to trust you again.”
“You should be the last one talking about trust. How do you think Kenya’s going to trust you when she finds out the secret you have been keeping from her?”
“Is that what this is all about?”
“No, it has nothing to do with that. It has to do with me wanting David, and now I have him, but if I were you, I wouldn’t hold on to that secret much longer.” I say before hanging up the phone. There’s always been a part of me that hated Kenya, and that part grows more and more each day. Now I’m on my way to work as a head cook at a restaurant with a smile on my face.
Chapter Two
Kenya
One year later
I’m sitting at my favorite coffee shop named Passion Café when my phone begins to ring. The phone says a private number, so I answer it. “Hello.”
“Don’t hang up Kenya.” I hear David’s voice say.
“What the hell do you want?”
“I want us to talk so that we can get back together.”
“I hate to tell you David, but I don’t want you back so fuck off,” I say before hanging up.
I was sitting here in a good mood before David called me but now I sit here waiting for my girl Sara in a pissed off mood. How dare he keep calling me after everything he’s done to me. David was the last straw. I used to believe that there were more good men out in the world like my father but David destroyed that fantasy. Now I just feel that they are all evil.
As I sit here, I hear the bell on top of the door ring. I look up to see my friend Sara walk in. Sara is a fantastic friend. She became my friend as soon as I moved to Atlanta from Silver Spring. We have both been working at Wilson Memorial Hospital but never bumped into one another until a year ago. The year after David has been a good one.
I watch as Sara’s figure comes towards me. Sara stands at 5foot 5inches. She’s a beautiful slim red-head nurse. She works on a different floor than me. She arrives at the table with a cup of coffee in her hand.
“What’s the matter?” Sara ask me.
“Who said something is the matter?”
“I can tell by the look on your face, so you might as well tell me.”
I let out a breath “David called me.”
“Again?” She asks.
“Yeah, I just hung up on him.”
“He’s lucky that’s all you’re doing. I would have cut that motherfucker for fucking my sister in my bed.”
“Girrl, I was about to. I had the butcher knife, but then I decided that I don’t do jail.”
Sara starts to laugh. “I hear ya.”
“So, what’s up?” I ask her.
“I don’t know, the same old shit.”
“Are you still seeing that guy? What’s his name?”
“Yeah girl, and Stan is his name. You would know that if you came to the club and met him.”
“Why do I need to come to a club to meet your man? Do I look like the club type to you?”
“It’s not what you think.”
“Oh, really?”
“Look don’t get your panties in a bunch. Remember you’re a woman comfortable with her own sexually ways.”
“Okay and?”
“The club I have been telling you about is Club Ecstasy.”
I nearly spit out my damn coffee when Sara said that shit. “Are you trying to tell me that you’ve been trying to get me to go to a sex club?”
***END OF SAMPLE***
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