Green Eyed Monster

Big Little Man

Solomon's following me home, but I keep looking through my rearview mirror in disbelief. I have to touch myself to keep me satisfied enough to drive home without needing to pull over and have him do me in my car. Suddenly, my phone rings and it's him.

"Mae, Hyde just called. It's an emergency I need to get home."

"No! No! No, Solomon!... I mean, what's wrong?"

"He's upset over Lola. He's having one of his tantrums."

"No one else can calm him down? Please, I need you! Let's go to that hotel right there. I'm exiting now."

"Mae, I have to go!"

He hangs up and I scream. I speed back onto the expressway and try to find him. I'm driving well over 100 miles per hour when I spot him. Now side by side, he looks over. Facing ahead, he calls me.

"Please don't do this Solomon!"

"I'm exiting."

Crossing over three lanes he speeds up the exit. Now in an empty office building's parking lot, he waits for me to get into his car. As soon as I enter he's watching, expressionless. Trembling, I reach for his face as he stares through me. Once I touch his cheek, I kiss his lips then his neck, chest, just anywhere I can. Soon I'm undoing my blouse as I grope and grab him, still he sits unmoved. After I'm shirtless I crawl onto his lap, straddling him. Still looking through me, I whisper, "Please, touch me."

Slow, I grind on him, but as soon as he starts getting erect he shoves my head back, by my neck. With tears streaming down my face I just breathe, slow and steady. Soon he's chocking me while undoing his pants. The entire time his phone is just ringing and ringing. Dropping his head, but still squeezing my neck he answers, "I'm on my way."

The caller says something to which he replies, "I know," then he ends his call. Back looking into my eyes he continues squeezing my throat. It's starting to hurt so I start trying to pull his fingers back. Gagging, I say, "S-Solomon. P-Please!"

Teeth gritted, he squeezes tighter then releases me. Through my coughing I force out, "I love you, so much."

Still staring through me a tear falls as he whimpers out, "You'll never be Lola."

Back kissing all over him I groan, "I don't want to be her, Solomon. I want you to love me for me like you used to."

Lifting me up beneath my thighs, he whispers, "I have to get to my son."

"Please Solomon. Don't..."

"Let me go, Mae."

Shaking my head no, he pushes me off of him then exits the car. Now opening my door he mumbles, "Go home, Mae."

Crying, I beg, "Please Solomon."

Tugging my arm but looking towards the street he says, "I'm not asking again."

Holding my shirt against my breasts, I exit his car. He walks past the hood to avoid me, jumps inside, and then peels off almost hitting me.

Once I get home I masturbate for hours but with no relief. I'm so upset I keep screaming and throwing things. After I'm calmer, I know he played me. He simply was trying to set me up. And Hyde's big grown acting self is still having tantrums over his mommy? Give me a break! Wait until the next time he comes over, I'm going to straighten his big ass out. Time to grow up! People die! Deal with it!

It's now past midnight and I'm finally stable, so I text:

Me: How's Hyde?

Solomon: Better.