Green Eyed Monster

Big Little Man

In disbelief,  I keep looking through my rearview mirror because Solomon is following me home. I have to touch myself to stay 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 sped up the exit. Now, in an empty office building's parking lot, he waits for me to get into his car. He's watching, expressionless as I enter. 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, King."

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 breathe, slow and steady. Soon, he's choking me while undoing his pants. The entire time, his phone is 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. Looking back into my eyes, he continues squeezing my throat. It's starting to hurt, so I try to pull his fingers back. Gagging, I say, "S-Solomon. P-Please!"

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

Still staring through me, a tear falls as he whimpers, "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 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. 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 got home, I masturbated 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 was trying to set me up. And Hyde's big grown 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!

After midnight, I'm finally stable, so I text:

Me: How's Hyde?

Solomon: Better.