by Chunichi
As he got his clothes out of the closet, he noticed the constant buzzing sound of a cell phone. He turned around to see Nina’s Blackberry Storm sitting on the dresser. She had three missed calls.
Mouse wondered who’d been calling so many times, so he scrolled through the numbers. Mariah, that sneaky little bitch, he thought.
How ironic that she would pull that shit she did earlier at Maurice’s crib then be blowing Nina’s phone up. He knew Mariah was a jealous, envious, miserable little bitch and was sure she was calling to tell Nina some bullshit. If he’d played into her little flirt game, everything would have been all good, but since he didn’t participate, now Mariah was shook. She didn’t know if he would tell Nina what happened or not, so to cover her own ass, she was trying to get to Nina and turn shit around. But Mouse had plans to beat her to the punch. There was no way he was gonna give that bitch the opportunity to ruin his marriage.
Just as he was placing the phone back down, it began to vibrate again. “Jamal? Who the fuck is this?” he said to no one in particular.
He decided to answer the phone. “Hello? Hello?”
Then the phone hung up.
Oh, so she got niggas calling her cell phone. I’ll just hold on to this for the night. Mouse placed the cell phone next to his clothes then jumped in the shower.
The entire ride to the club Mouse’s brain was racing. He kept thinking about his gambling debt, then that shit with Mariah, and that call from Jamal for Nina.
When Mouse arrived at the club, he headed straight to the back of the club where his office was located. None of his usual flirting with the girls, no briefing the bouncers, or checking with the bartenders, just straight to the back to his office. He got to his office and turned on his monitors and watched the happenings of the club from his desk. There he saw the usual, dancers flirting with the few early customers, bartenders setting up their stations, and the bouncers goofing off. The night was early, so things were pretty quiet.
Ten minutes hadn’t passed before he decided to give Nina a call at home. More than anything, that Jamal situation was eating him up inside. The phone rang out until the voice mail came on. He looked at his watch. It was after ten. Nina should have been home by now, he thought as he watched the monitor closely at a little commotion that was going on at the front door of the club.
Seeing his boy Maurice at the door, Mouse jumped up and rushed to the door to see what was going on.
“Yo, Mouse!” Maurice yelled as soon as Mouse was in sight. “Tell these niggas I’m good.”
Mouse gave the security the okay. “Let him in.”
Once Maurice was in the door, Mouse directed him to follow him into his office. Secure in his office and free from any curious flies on the wall, Mouse felt it was safe to talk to Maurice.
“Man, I got a real big problem,” he said, getting right down to business.
“What’s up? Talk to me.” Maurice was ready to kill the first thing thinking or moving, assuming it was beef Mouse had.
“Man, I owe niggas some major dough. I’ve been doing everything I can to get the money up, but shit just not happening. I’ve been paying these niggas here and there, but my time is running short. Niggas want their money, duke.”
“Damn, man! How you let that shit happen?”
“I don’t know. All I know is, I have got to come up with some money, and fast.”
“What about your houses? Sell one of them,” Maurice said, aware of the few high-end houses Mouse had purchased a few years back when the real estate market was booming.
“Man, I tried, but the number the real estate agent gave me is some bullshit. It ain’t worth it.”
“Well, if you’re in that deep, maybe something is better than nothing.”
Mouse knew he was right, but he just couldn’t give his houses away for nothing. True, he’d gotten a hell of a deal on them, but he’d also put a lot of work in them with upgrades and things. He knew what his houses were worth and wasn’t gonna let a fucked-up market force him to give them away. He’d rather sit on them for a while than give them away for a steal.
“Matter of fact, I told her to call me back with some better numbers. Let me call her ass right now.” Mouse scanned his contact list until he came to Ramona’s number.
Ramona answered right away, “Hello.”
“What up, baby girl? I didn’t wake you, did I?” Mouse noted the time.
“Oh, you know me. I work around the clock.”
“Oh, yeah? Well, since you work so hard, I hope you got some good news for me.”
“Yes and no. Bad news, I won’t able to come up with any better numbers. The market is terrible right now, so we’re lucky to be at the number we are. Now the good news is, I didn’t tell your wife anything crazy when she called me earlier today.”
Mouse thought about Nina going through his pockets earlier. He was sure she had gotten Ramona’s card from his pocket. “My wife?”
“Your wife. She assumed we had something going on. Rather than get into it with her, I just hung up.”
This fucking chick never fucking quits. Something else I gotta deal with when I get home. “Damn! I’m sorry about that shit. You know how women do. Well, we may as well fuck now. My marriage already ruined.”
Mouse and Ramona both laughed.
“Good-bye, boy!”
“Gone!” Mouse said as they both hung up.
Mouse turned his attention back to Maurice. “Well, that’s a done deal. No haps on the crib.”
“So how am I supposed to do that?”
“Mark the cards, trick dice, have a couple cats work together to team up on a new dude and get him for his money. There’s plenty of ways to do it. I can put you on to my boy from the pen. He knows every trick in the book.”
“I don’t know, man. These niggas be serious about their dough, especially when they lose big. That kind of shit will get you killed.”
“Just do that shit for a minute and quit. Niggas will never know. You ain’t gotta do that shit every night, just here and there. Build your money up then wean off the shit slowly.”
“A’ight. Call your boy up. Get him in here. I’ll let him hold something to get this shit popping tonight. We’ll see how that shit goes and move from there.”
“Nuff said.”
Maurice stepped into Mouse’s personal bathroom in his office for a little privacy, and got on the phone with his boy.
“What up, nigga?” Maurice said as soon as his boy answered the phone.
“Chilling. What up with you?”
“I got some work for you, nigga. If you can come by my boy strip joint tonight and put your gambling skills to work, you can get some money.”
“A’ight, a’ight. So what he trying to do?”
“Well, he keeps a little gambling session at his club after hours, and he trying to rig things so the house comes out on top. You feel me?”
“I gotcha. Say no more. I’ll be there.”
“Gone.”
After Maurice hung up the phone, he reported the news to Mouse.
As the night went on, Mouse stayed in his office, constantly calling his house, trying to reach Nina. All sorts of things were running through his mind each time the phone rang out to voice mail.
Before long, it was time to close the club and start his nightly gambling session. Maurice’s boy had come just in time and set things up perfectly.
The night went just as planned. The players were losing money, and the house was gaining money. The feeling of hope alone was enough to get Nina off of Mouse’s mind.
After Mouse wrapped things up, he made his deposit in the night deposit drop at the bank as usual and put the money he owed his bookie in a separate bag then headed home. He pulled up to the house and opened the garage and saw Nina’s truck parked perfectly on the left side, like it had been there all day.
Flashbacks of Jamal calling from earlier in the day got him heated as he opened the door to the house. This time instead of heading up stairs
he stopped in the office on the basement floor. He quietly opened his safe and put the money for his bookie in there. There was no way he would take the chance of getting caught a second time.
The house was silent as Mouse took his time walking to his bedroom. He opened the door and flipped on the light to see Nina sleeping peacefully like a baby.
Oh, hell no! Ain’t no way this bitch is asleep after she had me stressing out all fucking night, Mouse thought. He started yelling like a mad man. “Where the fuck you been all night?”
A startled Nina opened her eyes and sat up, not sure if this shit was really happening, or if she was just having a bad dream.
“What happen? That nigga Jamal fucked the shit out of you, so now you drained? He put that ass to sleep?”
“What are you talking about?” Nina’s heart was racing at the sound of Jamal’s name, but she was trying to stay calm.
“You ain’t miss your cell phone today? You left that shit here, and I saw when he called. Who the fuck is he, Nina?”
Think fast. Think fast. Nina tried to gather her thoughts. She was sure Jamal wouldn’t have carried on a conversation with Mouse. If anything, he would’ve hung up on him.
“Jamal. You mean, gay-ass Jamal? My-personal-shopper-from-Bloomingdale’s Jamal? Did you even listen to him speak? He flaming gay, Mouse. He’d rather fuck you than me.” Nina started to fuck with Mouse about his manhood, to turn the tables. “Umph! He likes big dicks too. Did you save his number in your phone while you were at it?”
“Fuck you, Nina!”
“No, fuck you, Mouse! I spoke to your little bitch Ramona today. You lucky your shit ain’t packed up in some box to the left. To the left, to the left, everything you own is in the box to the left.” Nina started to sing the lyrics of Beyoncé. “My girls told me to leave your ass a long time ago, but no, I keep giving your sorry ass chance after chance.”
“Your girls? Your fuckin’ girls? Nina, you ain’t got no girls. All those bitches want to see you do bad. Earlier today I was at Maurice’s crib, and I ran into your girl Mariah. That trick had her titties all in my face, trying to give a nigga a shoulder massage and every fuckin’ thing. And here you are hollering about your girls. You know what? Have your muthafuckin’ girls! I’m out!” Mouse threw Nina’s cell across the room then walked out the room, slamming the door behind him.
“Something on the Side”
When Nina heard the garage door go up and back down then the sound of his car peeling off, she was confident Mouse was gone. She gave Mariah a call. The story Mariah gave was much different than Mouse’s. The way Mariah explained things was, she came in and spoke to him, and the entire time he was staring at her breasts. When she straightened him, he asked why she was so uptight and proceeded to attempt to give her a massage. She then rushed off to find Maurice because she felt so uncomfortable.
The more Nina listened to Mariah, the angrier she got. She didn’t know what to believe. She knew Mariah thirsted for the attention of all men, and it was quite possible in her little twisted mind the idea of getting Mouse to succumb to her would be the ultimate boost, but at the same time Nina couldn’t put anything past a man.
Confused and frustrated, she called her only savior, Jamal.
Jamal didn’t say anything when he picked up the phone.
“It’s me, baby,” she said right away, knowing exactly why he didn’t say anything.
“Oh, what up, ma? Your boy called me earlier—”
Nina cut Jamal off. “I don’t want to hear about that. Are you here? I want to come see you right now.”
After Jamal told Nina where he was staying, Nina wasted no time jumping in the shower and getting dressed. She threw on her clothes, grabbed her cell, and headed out the door, never looking back.
Knock! Knock!
Nina straightened her clothes and ran her fingers through her hair as she anxiously waited for Jamal to open the door.
Jamal slowly cracked the door open, and she pushed on it, forcing it to open wide. She didn’t say a word; she just jumped into his oversized arms and began to kiss him passionately. He kissed Nina back and carried her straight to the bed, allowing the door to close and lock on its own.
Just like the very first night they met, they attacked each other, ripping each other’s clothes off. Sex with Jamal was like no other sex Nina had ever experienced before. He sent her to another place, giving her a high like no other.
“Damn, baby! You don’t know how bad I want you,” Jamal said, ripping each piece of Nina’s clothes right off.
Nina moaned as Jamal’s hands gently went from her ass to her breasts and then to her midsection. Her vagina was drenched in wetness by his simplest touch. He reached for Nina’s lips, and she engulfed his tongue, kissing him passionately. From her mouth, Jamal’s tongue found its way to her nipples, while his finger found its way to her clit.
Nina looked up at the ceiling, wanting this moment to last forever. Her pussy quivered at the simple sound of Jamal ripping open the condom wrapper with his teeth.
After unbuckling his belt, Jamal’s jeans fell around his ankles, and the condom was on in one quick motion. He pressed his manhood into her.
“Ahh, fuck!” Nina yelled.
“Damn! I love this tight pussy,” Jamal said, making sure she felt every stroke.
“Oh shit! What are you doing to me?” Nina thought she was going to faint from pure ecstasy.
“Giving you what you want, baby girl. You love this dick?” Jamal asked between strokes.
Nina knew she loved his dick, but she wouldn’t answer, because she didn’t want to tell him the truth. She thought she’d married the best dick she’d had in her life, but now she was thinking twice. At this point, Jamal’s sex was the best she’d ever had. She wanted to scream it out but Nina couldn’t answer because she was so overwhelmed with his dick.
Jamal started sucking on her left breast and literally pounding her head against the headboard with each stroke.
No longer able to fight it, Nina came all over his dick, and the only word she managed to get out was “Jamal!”
“I want to fuck all night.” He turned her over. “This may hurt a little, baby girl, but I promise, you will like it.”
Nina assumed the position and got on all fours. “Baby, please take your time with me,” she whispered as she arched her back and pulled one butt cheek open. Although this wasn’t a sexual position Nina normally assumed, she’d attempted it before. In hopes to do all she could to please her man, she rolled with the punches. “Spit in my ass, baby,” she said, thinking she needed lubrication.
Jamal spat as she requested then began to press the head of his penis in her ass.
Nina dug her hands into the sheets and buried her face into the pillow. “Aaaaaahhhh!” She closed her eyes and tried not to tense up.
From what her girls told her, within moments her ass would be just as wet as her pussy, and it would be nothing but pleasure. She longed for the pleasure because, at the time, it was pure pain.
After Jamal got his penis in, Nina started massaging her clitoris in hopes of finally getting some pleasure to ease the constant pain. Moments later, the both of them released.
Then ten minutes later, they were at it again.
Nina lay her head on Jamal’s chest as she recovered from an hour of lovemaking.
“So what’s up with the home front?”
“Who knows? We had a huge argument right before I came over here.”
“Damn, baby. I didn’t mean to cause such a ruckus.”
“Trust me, this didn’t stem from you. We’ve had a lot going on these past couple of days. Mouse has been acting strange, and I believe he’s cheating. On top of that, my girl told me he made a pass at her.”
“Aw, man. I’m sorry to hear that shit, baby girl. Some niggas just don’t know how to appreciate what they have.”
“It’s all good. What goes around comes around.” Nina winked her eye then kissed Jamal softly on his lips.
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bsp; “Fo’ sho! So what you gon’ do, boo?”
“To be honest, Jamal, I don’t even know.”
“Well, you know I got your back, regardless. You need anything? I can throw you a few dollars.”
Not the one to turn down a dollar or a dime, Nina quickly accepted. “A chick could always use a few dollars.” She laughed. “As a matter of fact, where is my Louis Vuitton bag and shoes?”
“You know I got you.”
Jamal stood up and headed toward the safe in his room. He counted out a thousand dollars and closed the safe. Then he went over to the closet and pulled out not only the Louis Vuitton bag and shoes, but a matching belt, and brought it over to Nina.
Nina smiled as she adored her Louis set. Is this genuine, or am I just another piece of ass? Every girl dreamt of being the NBA wife or the NFL wife. Nina wondered if she could break Jamal and find herself in such a position.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The constant vibrating of Jamal’s cell phone interrupted Nina’s thinking. It actually had been buzzing the entire time they were having sex, but they were so consumed, neither of them acknowledged it. Nina had planned to mention it after sex, but that Louis set had distracted her.
“Who keeps calling you?” she asked, her face screwed up.
Jamal answered without even looking at his phone’s caller ID. “Nobody important.”
“Jamal, that doesn’t answer my question. Who keeps calling?”
“One of my boys,” he lied.
“Yeah, right. You don’t have to lie to me. I know I’m not the only chick.”
“We gon’ leave that alone, a’ight, boo? We havin’ a good time. Let’s not turn things sour.” Jamal put his arm around Nina and squeezed her tight.
Nina let it go, and they lay down together and fell asleep.
“On the Verge of Breakup”
Mouse pulled into the garage and saw Nina’s truck. After leaving the crib earlier, he’d gone back to the club and slept on the couch in his office. After a few hours of tossing and turning, he figured he’d just have to face the music and go back home.