Author T.P. Miller~Guest Post~A Woman Scorned.

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TPMillerAuthorPicHello, everyone! I’m T.P. Miller and usually I would be coming to you and letting you all read my newest paranormal fiction, but tonight…TONIGHT…I’m going to be letting you read another side of T.P.  as a writer. Tonight, you’re going to get the chance to read a bit of my erotic short story, A Woman Scorned.

Think back to a time when a man has done you wrong, twisted your world and threw it all away for just a cheap thrill. That is what Zena is going through when she finds out that her boyfriend is cheating on her.

So sit back, get comfy and get ready for the hot and steamy world of A Woman Scorned…

~*A Woman Scorned*~

I looked at the clock that sat on the side of my bed. It was almost three in the morning and Malik wasn’t back yet. I was done. His cheating ass couls stay under the ho he just climbed from under. My fingers clenched together into fists as I imagined taking them and punching him in the face. Oh well. That’s what you get.

I watched the lights of the Vegas strip illuminate the rest of the city as I lay stretched across the bed. My curves were barely covered in the black bra and panty set that I’d stripped down to. It was still 89 degrees outside and the air conditioning was out again. I would deal with that later. The heat had me boiling hot in more ways than one.

Malik had until 3:30 to get his tired ass in this house before he found his shit spread in front of 66 Purgatory Blvd. I didn’t care. I watched the clock face change and the bead of water slowly descend the glass of ice water that I’d gotten. Forgive me. My name is Zena Hudson. I’m twenty-six and I’ve been in Vegas for six years now. I came to Vegas to find my chance at dancing. I ended up becoming a bartender at the Luxor casino. That’s where I met Malik. That’s where I’ve been for our two year relationship.

Just as I was about to grab his shit, I heard the front door open. The bedroom door was next and the man that I thought I loved stood in the doorway.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

“I’m packing your shit.” I say as I grab another duffle bag and start tossing underwear in.

“Why? Baby, what’s wrong?” He tried to walk up to me and grab me but I moved away.

“Since you want to stay out with nasty ass hos all night, you can stay with them bitches. Get the hell outta my house.”

He did the exact opposite. He took the bag I was holding and walked over to the bed, putting the bag by the bed.

“I haven’t been cheating on you.”

“Really? Then where have you been since,” I looked at the clock, “3:28 in the morning?”

“I was hanging with the guys.” He sat back a little and looked at me.

“I’m not stupid, Malik!” I could feel my nails dig into my palms as I yelled. “I’m not some stupid chick that just met you. Your ass has been out with some cheap trick.” I turned back to the bag and started throwing stuff back in. “And you want to come in here and act like the shit is all cool. Nah, it ain’t gonna happen.”

“Zena, I’m…I…” he stuttered. That’s how I knew his trifling ass was guilty.

I looked over my shoulder at him. “Was she any good?”

“Zena, baby. Come on. You know I-“

“Was she any good,Malik?” I yelled.

I was a big girl. I could take it if the tramp was better. Even though I knew that she wasn’t. Malik grew silent, making me turn around.

“Well? You gonna sit and look stupid or are you gonna answer? I ain’t got all night?” I threw the bag at him as hard as I could. It hit him in the shoulder and fell to the floor.

“No. No, she wasn’t better.”

I slapped him. I slapped him as hard as I could and it felt good.

He grabbed his cheek where his chestnut colored skin was reddening from my hit. I didn’t care. All I saw was red. His six foot body towered over my five eight frame but I pushed him on the bed as hard as I could. He looked at me like I was crazy. He didn’t know how to react or if he should worried that I was going to kill him. Good.

“Since you want to stick your shit in every bitch you see, I’mma show you want you’re going to be missing when I put your ass out.” I sat on top of him, still watching him in the glow of the neon light. Neither of us said a word. Just when I thought that enough time had gone by, I slapped his other cheek. It wasn’t as hard as the first one, but it got the reaction I wanted.

“Zena, you gon’ stop slappin’—“ he stopped because I slapped the shit out of him again.

“Shut up.” I started taking off the wife beater that he wore. I laughed at the irony that I was the one beating his ass right now. I tossed the sweat soaked fabric to the floor. I had to admit. Malik always made me hot and nothing changed even though I was pissed.

“So, who was she?” I asked as I pulled at the buckle of his belt.

“Come on, Zena. Don’t do this.” He said as I pushed him back on the bed.

“I asked you a question.” I said as I continued working on his belt. As much as I hated him right now, I needed him. One more time I needed to get him out of my system. I let go of his belt and leaned over him. My face was inches from his cause I wanted him to look me in the eye. When he didn’t say anything I started to kiss him on the neck, something I knew would melt him. My lips on the sensitive skin of his neck and come out that sounded something between a grunt and a moan. The harder I sucked, the louder he seemed to get. He better enjoy what he got ‘cause he would never get this from me again. I pulled away from his neck and placed my lips on his. He brought his arms around me to hold me but I knocked them away. Tonight he’d lost all rights to this body of mine. Tonight I would torture him with what he couldn’t claim and kick him out when I was done.

I pulled my lips from his and stood up. The buckle of his pants were undone and I pulled the jeans he wore down to his ankles. The underwear that he wore were gone. Evidence that he’d gotten of them before coming back to my house. That only made me madder.

“Malik, you still ain’t answered me.” I said this while pulling the bra from my chest. My breasts bounced free, relieved to be away from their confines. The panties were next. I wanted him to see me in all my glory. Cause when his ass hit the door, that would be the last thing he would see.

“Zena, I’m sorry. I lo-“

“Shut up, Malik.” I straddled him again. “Who is the bitch? You owe me that at least.”

He sighed. He must have finally gotten the message that I was done. I could see the wheels in his mind moving, his wondering how to answer the question. I made it hard for him by kissing him. I ran my tongue from the tip of his chin to his chest. I stopped at his nipples, licking them each before tracing down to his belly button. I knew his mind was at a blank for any name right now. But before I was done, I would have one.

“Zena, let’s talk about this. I love you. You know that.”

I looked at him. “I don’t know shit. What I know is, my boyfriend decided to go fuck another bitch while I was at home waiting for him. That’s all I know. Since you want with them instead of me you can go.” He didn’t respond because I was close to the place that he wanted me to go. I made him suffer. I went everywhere besides that piece of flesh that stood up between his legs. There was no way I was rewarding him for what he’s done to me.

I sniffed his crouch as I passed it. At least he had the decency to clean it before he came home. Just shows how sneaky he really was. Even though I didn’t want this grimy negro to touch me, I let him pull me back to his face and position me over his shit. I smiled.

“Baby, we can work this out. Just know that I’m sorry.” He said this as he slid inside of me. For one brief moment, I almost believed him. The lies he told me almost made me believe him. But common sense took over. I shook my head as he continued to pump his member in me. That’s one thing I could count on. He was giving his all to make me change my mind and win me back.

I didn’t care when he sat up and stood, my legs locked around his waist and I enjoyed the ride. I looked at him and still wondered who the hell was his side chick. That though was interrupted when my back hit the wall of my apartment with enough force to knock over the pictures that lined them. My cries were loud enough to wake the dead. I still didn’t care. Nothing mattered. Cause I was in my own world of unbelievable sex and outside this world didn’t matter.

Just when everything was getting good, there was a loud knock on my door. That had to me Ms. Delilah, my landlady. She lived on the sixth floor and always stuck her nose in shit that didn’t involve her. Every time so much as a peep came out of an apartment, she was there. Was it so hard to screw my ex-boyfriend without someone butting in?

I blocked out the excessive knocking and focused on the fact that Malik had one of my chocolaty nipples in his mouth. My moans bounced around the bedroom and hit me intensifying the feelings that flooded me.

Malik pulled my legs from around from around his waist. He kissed me before turning me around and making me face the wall. I smiled to myself as I assumed the position. My favorite position. When he entered me again, it was instinct for me to push back on him. He just didn’t know. He hit all the right spots like this. I stood on my tippy toes so he could hit me just right and my hands stayed spread across the wall.

“Who was she?” I yelled at him as the tingle of an orgasm crept over me. The look on his face told me he couldn’t answer. Mouth opened and eyes rolled back, I questioned him again.

“She can’t do it like me, can she?” I said with a smile as he almost knocked my head into the wall. Again, he said nothing so I clenched my muscles, making him groan out loud again.

“Answer me. She can’t do this she like me, can she?” I was confident in what I had.

“No.” He whispered.

I threw it back at him harder this time.

“I didn’t hear you.” I smiled at his moan. “What did you say?”

“No. No, Zena. She can’t do it like you.”

“I didn’t think so.”

He grabbed ahold of my hips and pounded me as I felt that feeling again. Out moans were competing with each other for the loudest award and I was determined to make him my bitch. I used every muscle I could as I clenched my muscles together again, pulling and pushing back on him as hard as I could.

“Oh is this how you did that chick before you walked in my house? I asked through a moan. That seemed to make him mad and again, he was taking it all out on me. I could tell that that he was on the verge of losing it but I kept talking shit.

“Who was she, Malik?” I yelled as I started hearing pounding on my front door again. That damn landlady. I looked him in the eyes again. His pace had the speed of a jackhammer as the words spilled out of his mouth.

“Misha.” He huffed when he came.

A smile crossed my lips. I stood up and pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” I whispered in his ear.

Thank you for taking the time to check out  A Woman Scorned! If you’re interested in A Woman Scorned, it’s available on Kindle right now for .99.  Paranormal fans, Out for Blood: The Chosen One Has Come, my first novel will be available again for sale again this year.

T.P. Miller, a new comer to the literary game has been writing since she could remember. As a long time reader, she decided that she would start picking up her pen as just a hobby and soon decided that she wanted more. She sat down and penned her first novel, “Out for Blood: The Chosen One Has Come” was signed to Anexander Books. She’s currently Co-CEO of Kemet Books and is working on more paranormal drama . She lives in a hole somewhere in Birmingham with her husband and two kids.

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