"WELL, THAT'S A FIRST!" Renee shot back, returning to texting visibly bristling.
He stared at her profile enchanted with her beauty like he'd always been since they met at a city sponsored mixer. That heightened sense of her being engulfed him whenever they were in proximity making the certified ladies' man, uncharacteristically jealous and over possessive to a fault.
"Stop looking, nigga." Renee commented without peering up from the face of her phone. He knew she was probably shredding him via text with her bestie, Rashida Sikes.
"OKAY!!" He stormed off digging out his wallet removing a credit card, stopping to look back again at Renee sitting there engrossed in her phone.
"STOP LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER!!" She screamed without looking, catching the attention of other patrons of the roadside stop.
Jaquan noticed a few people near their vehicles, one portly hillbilly looking woman giving him disparaging looks while her cowboy husband filled the tank of their pickup truck. His gaze drifted from her pockmarked features to the inside of the truck, finding some skanky looking blonde watching him intently. This teen raised a hand making an obscene gesture that made him doubletake. Jaquan hurried inside the station part of the rest stop to pay for gas and get Renee's requested candy bars.
The interior of the station was a culture shock for Jaquan who didn't travel much by car, preferring to fly to destinations frequented on the regular. He'd suggested a flight to Vegas, but she balked, wanting the trip down south instead. Jaquan walked the aisles picking up random candy bars noticing a wide assortment of what seemed like random items mixed in with the usual tourist trap garbage, thinking the place was more suitable as a secondhand store. He stopped in his tracks looking at a few small stuffed animals lining the big panel window facing out towards the gas pumps. Renee was talking on her phone.
"Alright, cool." Jaquan's brow furrowed knowing there was ninety minutes left on this trip.
He turned about to reach into his back pocket for his phone, finding it missing. Jaquan glanced back again realizing Renee was on his phone, suddenly panicking almost losing the handful of candy bars she'd requested. He had to force himself to calm down knowing he was screwed one way or the other. She was always a handful, but after their first time doing it, she'd become something akin to a prison guard policing the relationship. The situation had gone up exponentially after she became pregnant.
"Aw fuck my life." Jaquan fingered a thin white gold chain about his neck that she'd given him sometime after they started dating. Despite their troubles, Renee Kelly was the crown jewel in the pantheon of beautiful and stacked, thick women he'd slept with up until she appeared in his life.
The unique looking beauty seemed amused by him in the early days, even letting him think she was mixed Chinese due to her slanted, almost iridescent eyes. Renee kept up the fiction speaking Mandarin for a good portion of their conversation enjoying the fact that Jaquan went so far as to use a translator on his phone before she blew up the prank, talking like a round-the way, sister from the streets. He learned of her hundred plus IQ and proficiency in several languages, shocked and amazed.
They went back and forth for weeks about her heritage, playful yet combative alternately before she asked him if he found her less attractive if she were, just black. This killed the conversation and nearly did their relationship in with the exotic beauty ghosting him after that while seemingly exploring other dating options. She made it a point to send emojis and sparse one- or two-word texts at odd hours of the night, keeping the flames stoked.
This drove Jaquan crazy enough to focus solely on her for a while, calling and leaving messages incessantly until his physician mother threatened to send him to a therapist when he wouldn't stop talking about Renee. He would've checked her social media, but she stripped it of all photos except for two pics. One grainy looking pic from her high school days, the other this odd photo of a driveway surrounded by overgrowth, and these twisted gnarly looking trees. Despite that, Jaquan kept looking at those two pics until he nearly burst. He knew Renee was playing games but couldn't get out of things.
A random call got him back into the swing of things, but Renee quashed that at the moment he was getting behind the wheel to hook up with this curvy sister he met at the mall. The pale exotic beauty was in over her head on a date with some Chad who folded when Jaquan showed up ready for war. Renee had to body between him and the blonde trust fund baby to keep Jaquan from folding the Lacross player in two and stuffing him in a garbage can. Renee's form-fitting attire consisting of a black bodycon dress and calve length stiletto heeled boots convinced him she was little more than a social climber.
Renee seemed to know what he was thinking, chiding him by saying that she thought he wasn't interested in a simple black girl like herself. She was impossibly beautiful and nigh impossible to resist. He found himself caught up in her wake after she purchased that white gold chain, placing it around his neck with orders not to remove it unless he never wanted to see her again. That chain became a part of his body as he danced to her tune, getting increasingly hot and bothered until they nearly broke up.
Jaquan was beyond excited to be her prom date despite his mother's protestations after meeting Renee. Honestly that night was a blur in his memory due to what happened afterwards. She kept him guessing after a playdate at the local park went awry when he ended up defending her honor, upending his involvement in a local basketball tournament. Renee dressed in the skimpiest attire possible given her devastating curves making it hard for Jaquan to focus on the court. His game went in the toilet while Renee seemed to flirt with an inordinate number of admirers courtside, mostly thugs.
Prom night at approximately midnight, Jaquan finally closed the deal absolutely nuking her maidenhead. He went H.A.M on the exotic looking pale beauty pounding her several times after that first initial hour in a hotel suite in a five-star Renee swore, she rented for the occasion. The mounting lust and her incessant teasing were returned with interest, fueled by an underlying pervasive jealousy brought on by this older Caucasian benefactor who was never too far away. It felt like he crossed the finish line as they kept it up for a day and a half. Renee proved to be a quick study, matching his intensity halfway through.
Jaquan always had a sneaking suspicion about that older man thinking Renee was trading something "strange for some change" on the low. This made him angry when she forced him to wait until she was ready, then abated after he saw proof of her chastity all over his generous endowment, six pack abs and the sheets under her incredibly big heart shaped ass. It felt like he's stolen the prize from that old man.
Her pregnancy further cemented things between unsaid rivals as the old guy disappeared for a time, popping up later with extravagant gifts for Renee and the baby. His hangdog expression after things were made clear, never left. He would stare at Jaquan with dead eyes, but always looked at Renee affectionately. It lingered in the back of his mind, making him suspicious. Renee disappeared for a day and a half shortly after their first time, returning with no explanation resuming things between them.
Jaquan suspected she'd gone to her sponsor during that missing time but had to force himself away from those thoughts or risk pummeling him. When questioned, Renee outright ignored him acting like the question hadn't been posed. When he pressed further, Renee demonstrated what she'd learned from him on that fateful prom night. Jaquan didn't press further coveting her looks not wanting to give her up to that old rich guy who always seemed to be leering. Renee would have no problem replacing him, so he sucked it up letting the issue fester in the back of his head. Later, he cheated.
Renee seemed to have this otherworldly quality about herself, ironically questioning him about his whereabouts asking to look into his palm. When he refused, she disappeared again, making him morose and grief stricken for the next six weeks. He tried to bury the Renee experience by sleeping with a few women, all nines and tens in appearances face and body. When she returned again, her mood was markedly toxic and almost wholly aggressive. She was omnipresent snapping at his heels, stifling.
