child?”
“You know that child’s not mine,” he grumbled, popping the lapel of his suit jacket. “So I don’t know why you expect me to have anything to do with her.”
His gaze flickered over Raven, dismissing her with a single disdainful glance, which was mirrored in the eyes of Drew and Janetta. Six-year-old Raven ran to Anita for comfort. As the stoutly built woman with short-cropped hair bent down and wrapped her arms around the little girl, she looked into James’ eyes and let loose with a few choice words of what she felt about him.
“Dyke bitch,” he said through clenched teeth as he faced Anita. “What the hell do you have to say about what I do?”
Anita could hardly contain her temper. An ugly tone entered her voice as she said, “Since you want to be that way, you are not allowed to come to this house anymore. Jaylon will bring your children to you.”
“Bullshit!”
“You can’t come here and play favorites.”
Through his scowl, he managed to give Jaylon a simple ultimatum: “Give me proof that she’s mine and I’ll think it over.”
“And how do you expect me to do that?” Jaylon said, finally finding her voice. “You want me to count back to the few times you actually came home instead of staying out all night spreading it around like margarine?”
Anita placed Raven next to her, then shooed the children away. Drew and Janetta scampered to the hallway, yanking a frozen Raven with them.
Once around the corner, Janetta turned to her and growled, “This is all your fault! Now Daddy can’t even come see us ‘cause of your ugly self.” She shoved Raven. “You ain’t even our sister. Daddy said so!”
Raven opened her mouth to speak, but wasn’t given the chance.
“Shut up! I wanna hear what they’re saying,” Janetta scolded.
“Maybe I had to seek out other women because you were so cold in bed!” James shouted. “And now I know why. You were too busy playing with pussies to enjoy some dick.”
“Now you know that’s not true,” Jaylon shouted. “I didn’t get with Anita until after you had slept with Emma, Shirley, and Caroline. And those were only the ones I found out about.”
“What purpose does it serve to have him here?” Anita yelled, coming to stand between the two of them. “All he does is cause problems.” Then a glint of mischief lit in her eyes. “And didn’t you tell me that you’d never had an orgasm with him anyway? So much for dick. Or maybe it was just his…”
James moved so he was toe-to-toe with Anita. “Don’t you ever say nothing to me or about me. What, you couldn’t cut it with men so you had to become a man?”
Raven, Janetta, and Drew crept back to the doorway in time to see James shove Anita. The three of them gasped at the same time as Anita went sprawling to the floor. She jumped back up, righted herself, and charged James so hard and fast that he crashed into the wall and slumped to the ground. She landed several solid punches before he got to his feet and aimed one at her face. Anita caught his hand, nearly breaking his arm as she twisted it behind his back, forcing him to the floor.
“Motherfucker, don’t you ever put your hands on me again! Jaylon might’ve allowed that shit, but I will put a hurting on your ass.” She hefted him away, watching as he wiped the blood from his mouth. Anita looked over at Jaylon. “I’m going to say it one last time. He cannot set foot in this house ever again.”
“This is still my motherfucking house!” James growled, struggling to get up off the floor. “I still pay the bills.”
“Only because you refuse to give Jaylon a divorce.” Anita straightened her clothes, bristling at the fact that Jaylon never turned down his money—one of the biggest arguments the two women had. “Still trying to tell Carol you can’t marry her because Jaylon won’t give you a divorce?” She circled him like a tiger getting ready to pounce on its prey.
He stared at her as though he