Become a Fan
Bonnie and Clyde pt. 1
By Reggie Stacks
Sunday, September 04, 2011
Not rated by the Author.
The saga between Curtis and Sincere begins
Half way finished getting dressed, pacing back and forth her full coconut ass bounced with each step effortlessly. Clad in a see through La Perla lace bra, cell phone pressed to the left side of her head.
"Clyde I'm not playing with you. You better not be over there fucking no bitch." She snaps indignantly.
"I know good'n well it don't take that long for one person to get dressed."
As usual Sincere unleashed a barrage if curses at Thomas. In the short period of time Thomas has dated Sincere. He's grown accustomed but not necessary use to her volatile behavior.
"All you do is leave me here by myself waiting on you while you do whateva it is you do."
She was all the way crunk now on a roll. Thomas held the phone away from his ear with a look of desperation and boredom. He wondered if she had verizon because he definitely could hear her.
"Why the hell you couldn't get dressed here? Probably with some stank ass bitch ain't even at home." Had just about more than he could take he released a deep sigh.
"Sin what you talking about? I just left you less than an hour ago. If you don't want me to be late, stop calling me every five minutes and let me get dressed." Thomas exclaimed exasperated through clenched teeth.
"You coulda took a shower here."
"I don't have any clothes there Sin. Damn stop tripping all the time. Get off the phone so I can finish dressing." Thomas words flowed like Elmer's glue in one of Sincere ear and stuck in the other. Not hearing one word he just said.
"That's your fault. I told you a million times leave a change of clothes here. You coulda took a shower here and then we went to your house together. And why you keep rushing me off the phone?" She quizzed him.
Was it too far fetched to understand the reason he didn't leave any clothes there or bring her to his personal domain? Because he wanted to be alone, away from her lock you up throw away the key ass. Sincere could never comprehend although Thomas adored her he wasn't the type of man that could be handcuffed. Her actions had him looking at the front door.
Trained, as women so aptly like to refer as. How can you train a man? Women greatest mistake instead of being content and accepting who he is. Why not just shoot whoever put it in a woman's head you have to train a man to be what you think he should be. How ridiculous. Men aren't dogs you teach to lie down, roll over. Tigers who you taught to jump through fire loops. Monkey's you teach to play drums. Dolphins oh well you get the picture. Thomas was his own man. Never to be dictated by a woman.
Patience growing extremely thin with Sincere constant nagging. It would take another two seconds of badgering before he let her have it.
"What's your problem man? I can't even come home wash my ass in peace. What the hell you think, I got a bitch hiding in my shower?" He had finally reached his pissitively level. Voice rising slightly more than he wanted.
"Keep fucking with me and I'm going say the hell with the concert and you. Stay my black ass right at home. I'm hanging up now."
"What!" He shouted ready to wage his own war if she wanted to take it there.
"Don't be late" Sincere murmured sounding defeated hanging up the phone.
They were two feverish internet fiends. Curtis and Sincere affair brewed and grew over the internet. Both addicted to the social network site BlackPlanet. This is the same site where their paths crossed several months ago. Late night chats turned into meeting. What was supposedly to be a night of freaky uninhibited nasty sex, suddenly spun overnight into a whirlwind relationship.
Both blindsided neither expecting events to spiral as quickly before they had a full chance to cultivate the relationship. Thomas suspected Sincere intentions all along were to trap him. Numerous occasions she'd hinted on tired of being single.
For Thomas living in Atlanta with a ratio of twenty-one women to every man, the city was his personal playground. It was nothing better than being single with an endless supply of available women. Wouldn't call it a healthy relationship but definitely explosive. Full of hot animalistic sex, curses and screaming, lack of trust, insecurities and living life in the HOV lane.
Sincere a Sgt. in the 3rd Army stationed at Ft. McPherson. Far from the light skinned chicks Thomas normally went after. Smooth dark ebony skin, two shades darker than Thomas's own dark skin. They were night and midnight, when they stood side by side. Attractive at six feet tall, she was taller than Thomas by a full inch. Slim, petite waist, flat stomach, tattooed with a ray of sun over a pierced naval. An ass round like two coconuts made her stand out but the thrill and excitement she brought separated her from the crowd. An adrenaline junkie was Thomas undoing.
Being in the army she'd been stationed all over the world, Germany for a while, several different cities and states before she ended up in Hotlanta. Far too many disastrous relationships had left here sanity fragile at best. Thomas wished he had knowledge of this tidbit of information before he entered blindly into a relationship. If hadn't been for the fact she was tangled deep in his business affairs, due to no fault of his own. He'd been left her bi-polar ass months ago.
True she had that fie sex but it wasn't that good to make him stay. To Sincere and the rest of the world he came in contact with, he was Thomas Owens. A medium level hustler and pimp headquartered in Atlanta, operating in multiple states. To his inner circle and family members he was Curtis Williams, devoted father and family man. Two beautiful adorable daughters that was his world. Nothing brought him greater joy than spending time with his little princesses. Hunted by the alphabet boys, Curtis kept under the radar and changed his identity to Thomas.
He couldn't afford anyone getting too close and personal. Such precautions served him well over the last three years. Lately that's exactly what Sincere been doing personally and business wise. His daughters loved and doted on her. She returned the love just as feverish. Frightening and hearten to have to put his babies through this turmoil. They had grown so attached to Miss. Sin. Recently she'd started asking too many questions and poking her nose where it didn't belong.
A good homie of Thomas use to constantly remind him 'watch the company you keep. If they'll signify they'll damn sho testify' Advice he took to heart and needed to find a plan a fall back from Sincere, quick.
Throw in the nonstop bitching and suffocation 24/7 were the reasons he could hear that big girl from Decatur humming in the background. Finding a safe exit out the relationship with his secrets and life intact presented the biggest challenge of all. All it took was Sincere to become a stalker, a woman scorned to wreck havoc on his life.
Cruising down Riverdale Rd. obeying all traffic laws because Clayton Co. didn't play the radio when it came to black people. Thomas made his way back to Sincere's condo bumping trap music in the background. Music was mediation, giving him inner patience to deal with Sincere and her b.s.
Fifteen minutes later calm relaxed he pulled in front of Sincere building. He reached in the center console pulled out his cell phone. Just as his fingers were hovering above the speed dial button ready to dial. Visions of Sincere screaming into the phone breaking his high-like mellow mood caused him to put the phone away. Found a parking space, strolled up the stairs like a gentleman to get his Bonnie.
"Sincere" He calls out from the foyer. "Let's catch out shawty."
Thomas was fully aware how notorious she is about changing her mind at the last minute. Two hundred times before she finally settled on the right outfit.
"Please tell me you're ready." He found her sitting on the bed frowning and pouting like a two year old. First thing Thomas thought was "oh naw here we go again"
Before Thomas could ask her what the matter is. She blurted out "I'm not going. You go ahead have fun without me." She pouted twirling her pressed hair between her bent fingers.
He took several deep calming breaths before he dared opened his mouth to speak. "What you mean Sin you not going? Don't start that bullshit right now. I got the tickets, we both dressed let's go." Giving her the once over "and I don't want to spend another five stacks on a dress. Shawty the longer we stand here the more tempted I am to rip that dress off."
This brought a warm smile a mile long. Sincere always has been a sucker for compliments. Thomas played to her diva side.
"I don't like how you talk to me on the phone." She pouted "then you hung up on me."
Thumbs massaging his temples in a circular motion he spoke quietly and sternly. "If we don't leave in five minutes we're going to be late and I'm be miss a chance of showing you off in that dress."
Two spoiled daddy girls at home he sees right through this act for attention.
"I'm sorry boo for hanging up on you. I was just in a rush to get dressed. I'm here ready, you all sexy looking like Nerfiti with your fine self." Thomas placed a soft kiss on Sincere's forehead, grabbed her hand gently pulled her into his embrace.
"Damn shawty they gonna call nine one one soon as you walk in the door. You're killing them with that dress." That wasn't game but all truth.
Whenever Thomas laid eyes on Sincere his blood rushed through his veins. A low cut v-neck black Armani Prive slinky dress adorned her beautiful statuesque frame. An invisible thief stole his breath as he soaked in the stunning sight.
"You're just saying that because you don't want to be late." Sincere baited him.
"Nah on the real shawty you know you that chick."
"Get it right Clyde. I'm that bitch. Now let's roll." Small strokes of Sincere vanity was all it took to elevate her low self esteem.
Once Thomas wondered how beautiful people of the world, celebs, actresses, models, etc Have such low self esteem and insecurities in regards to themselves. That answer puzzled and eluded him for the longest, until he met Sincere. Nor did it help she was bi-polar.
Tonight like so many other nights before. Sincere presence would command the room in the way only a show stopper could. Men would pause, conversations would cease and women would want to know who's that bitch? Yeah Sincere wasn't the only one that liked her ego stroked. Thomas would eat that shit up. Relish in the fact that every hetro-male and every open minded woman would die to trade places with him. If they only knew what laid behind that mask of beauty. Hand in hand they exited Sincere condo.
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