A Hot Mess by Edd McNair

and opened it, hearing him on the phone outside her apartment door. She quickly shut the door and went to the window and cracked it.
    â€œNaw, baby, can I get this money? I gotta work late, so I can finish this paperwork, so I can make this extra change. If I don’t, who gonna pay the mortgage? We already behind,” he said. “Soon as I finish this paperwork, I got another customer. And you know I can’t afford to let nothing slip by me. Love ya now. I’ll be home in a bit. Put me a plate in the microwave. Love ya. Later!”
    Joy ran back in the room and into the bathroom.
    Mike came back inside. “You all right, baby?” he yelled.
    â€œYeah!” she said through the pain.
    Then she heard the front door open and shut again. She walked back to the window.
    â€œWhat up, bro? What you doing?” Mike asked on the phone.
    â€œWho? Tamil? She over there now? Sucking dick? Nasty bitch!” he said, laughing. “When we gonna fuck her again? She think because she turned me on to this fat bitch, I don’t want no more of that white pussy, but her roommate don’t suck dick on a reg.”
    Mike listened for a bit then said, “Nigga, shit! You know me. Don’t make me a difference, man or woman, boy or girl. I’ll fuck ’em all in the ass. Keeps my KY jelly to lube ’em up.” He laughed hard. “At the end of the day, you know I carry my ass home to my wife. Fuck these hoes and these gay-ass niggas! Nobody ain’t getting in my ass,” he said seriously. “I’ll be there in a few. This bitch in the shower. Soon as she come out, I’ma get this quick nut and I’m out. Tell Tam thanks for the hookup. Holla in a bit, man.”
    Joy ran to the shower and allowed the water to camouflage her tears. She didn’t know what to do, but it quickly hit her.
    When they’d first met online and started talking, they had gotten close, and one week he called and she really couldn’t talk because she was in so much pain from her period coming down. So Tamil had told him she would have to call him back. When they did talk, he acted so concerned about her monthly pain. She even remembered him making a comment about the shit women have to go through, but actually she was one of those women who only got a period twice a year, and then she had to make it come on. She hadn’t had one since they’d been fucking around and remembered he went raw the first time, and a couple times after that in her pussy and in her ass.
    She got out the shower and dried off, grabbed her purple robe and slipped it on. Soon as she walked out, he grabbed her from behind.
    â€œWhat up, baby? You know I miss ya. Been on my mind all day. Couldn’t wait to get to ya,” he said, pants off, dick in his hand already lubed up with the KY, and his right hand looking greasy.
    He quickly slid his hand under her robe, and before she knew it, she was on her bed, face down, his hand in the crack of her ass, and his middle finger easing in her asshole. She turned quickly and sat down, holding her stomach, looking at him, his manhood sticking straight up and his hand in an upward position.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” he asked, not used to her stopping him.
    â€œMy stomach been fucked up. I know this feeling. I think I’m pregnant, Mike.”
    â€œPregnant? What?”
    Joy watched his dick go soft.
    â€œYeah, baby. It’s a blessing. Your mother passed away about a year ago. This could be her way of sending you someone to really love and call your own. I’m getting over my ex, you’re getting over your past. This is gonna be our connection,” she said, staring in his face. “I love you.” Joy smiled. “Come make love to me,” she said, pulling off her robe, laying back, and spreading her legs. “Let me feel you in here.” She brushed her hand across her vagina and stomach, not caring about him seeing her