Secret Society by Miasha

entrance. You know that hill we rode up when we first got here? If you were to drive down it you’d see an off-road. That leads you to the main entrance,” Terry explained.
    “Damn,” I said. “That’s some hot shit.”
    “Ain’t it, though. Long ways from Philly,” Tina said, taking a puff from Derrek’s cigarette.
    “The man who owns this place, Cairo, his wife doesn’t want for anything and she never lifts a finger. This is the kind of life I want to give to Tina,” Derrek said.
    Tina just smiled at Derrek’s comment. I didn’t think she knew how serious he was.
    “You both deserve this kind of life, and you should let us give it to you,” Terry said.

July
    I got back from Mexico just in time for the Fourth of July. I checked my machine and there were no new messages. That was surprising. Things were a lot different without the three dudes I came into the game with. I didn’t have anybody to chill with, and with Tina being gone I was bound to be miserable. I thought about calling Shawn, but since that incident with Tina and his bull Chris he hadn’t called me, and I wasn’t into chasing no nigga. The only other option was my new fling, Darrell. He was fine as hell and fun.
    “Hello,” a female voice answered.
    “Hello, uh, can I speak to Darrell?” I asked hesitantly.
    “Darrell is out with the kids. Who’s calling?” the woman asked, sounding just as confused as me.
    “It’s Celess.”
    “Celess, I’m Rachel, Darrell’s wife. What is this in reference to?”
    “Nothing anymore,” I said with an attitude.
    I was so pissed that you would have thought Darrell been my man for years.
    “Well, uh, what would it have been in reference to had I not been his wife?” she asked, returning the attitude.
    I was in a shitty mood and this bitch wasn’t helping any, so I decided to give her what she was asking for.
    “This would have been in reference to us spending another beautiful day at his beach house, and another movie wouldn’t hurt. Oh, yeah, and I would have definitely been in the mood for some of his homemade dumplings—”
    She cut me off and blurted out, “Are you trying to say you fucked my husband?”
    “No, your husband fucked me, even though I could have fucked him, seeing as how I have a dick,” I shot at her.
    “What? Wh-what are you talking about?” she stuttered.
    I calmed myself and decided I was going too far. I was only with Darrell one time and it was no reason for me to put him out there like that to his wife. It wasn’t her fault he was cheating on her, and he didn’t know that I was a man, so I damn sure shouldn’t have disclosed that information to her.
    “Nothing! Never mind! I’m just pissed that he didn’t tell me he was married,” I said, trying to clean up my prior statement.
    “I’m pissed too,” she said. “How long have you two been seeing each other?”
    “Since April, but we only had sex once,” I admitted.
    “That son of a bitch! He was with you while I was giving birth to his child,” she mumbled.
    I wasn’t sure if I was doing the right thing by telling her so much, but it was fun airing his dirty laundry. I felt like it was what he deserved for being so stupid.
    “Listen, I’m sorry about all of this. I know you must be very hurt right now. But you don’t have to worry about me calling Darrell anymore. I am through with him. Good-bye,” I said.
    “No, no, please, don’t hang up.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “I want you to come over. Not today, because we’re expecting guests. But one day next week. I’ll call you. He’s coming, I have to go, ’bye,” she said in a rush.
    I knew Darrell was too good to be true. That day at his beach house was probably something he did on the regular with a different girl every time. I didn’t know why he would give me his house number if he was married, I thought. To be so cute, he was dumb as a damn doorknob.
    I gave up on trying to hook up with somebody. I figured I’d lie around the house and