by A'zayler
She leaned against the wall in her heels, watching all of the people dance around happily. To keep herself from getting angry, she chose to bask in other people’s happiness. She wouldn’t waste her time being angry even though she hated to be left alone in unfamiliar places. That was one of her biggest pet peeves, not to mention she was at a drug supplier’s house. There was no telling who the people were who were lurking around her.
“Why you standing here looking all mad.” Shock’s voice caught her attention.
She looked at him only long enough to roll her eyes before turning away again.
“I know you don’t call yourself mad.” He stood in front of her so that she couldn’t look away from him.
“Yes, I do. You left me here for too long.”
“I told you I had business to handle.”
Oni rolled her eyes again. “Well, go handle it, then.”
She was trying her hardest to keep a straight face, but she couldn’t. For one, he was staring directly in her eyes while rubbing his hands all over her small hips.
“Don’t be mad, Oni.”
She cleared her throat. “Too late.” She watched as the other partygoers crowded the dance floor.
“You want to leave?”
She finally looked at him and nodded.
“Cool. Let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and they headed for the exit.
“I have to use the restroom first.”
Shock showed her where it was and told her he would wait for her by the bar. Oni excused herself and walked as gracefully as she could to the restroom. When she reached it, there were two other women waiting as well, so she stood behind them.
She was fixing her nails when her nose caught a familiar smell. She immediately began looking around, and as soon as she did she got the surprise of her life. Isaac. What was he doing there? He was standing down the hall from her talking to some man.
Oni wanted so badly to call his name, but she didn’t want to run the risk of getting caught up with him and Shock. Shock had told her he would wait for her to leave the restroom, but that was still playing with fire. On top of that, she didn’t know who Isaac was there with, so there was no reason to make a fool of herself.
She stared at him until it was her turn to go in the restroom. Just as she was walking in, he looked at her. It was as if the world had stopped and no one was around but him and her. The surprised look on his face made her giggle just a tad. He was clearly just as shocked as she was.
Instead of acting like she didn’t see him like she’d planned, she waved and entered the bathroom. Oni hurried to handle her business so she could get out of that house and go home. She could already tell by the look on Isaac’s face that he would be calling her as soon as he could, and she didn’t want to be with Shock when he did.
She had just opened the door to the restroom when Isaac bumped into her, pushing her back inside. He kicked the door closed and locked it before grabbing her arm and pulling her to him.
“What are you doing here?” He sounded angry but still somewhat shocked.
Oni didn’t like the tone he was using with her, but she answered anyway. “I’m here with a friend. Why?”
“You and I don’t have any of the same friends.”
“Clearly we do.” Oni rolled her eyes.
“Don’t be smart. Who’s your friend?”
“Who is yours? Why are you here?”
Isaac got quiet as he stared at her, a silent staring match between the two of them. She could tell by the look on his face he was battling with what to say next, so she waited.
“I was invited by a friend.”
Oni’s eyebrow raised. “A woman?”
He nodded.
Her heart sank. It ached. This was bad. He was bad. She’d known all along that he might be seeing other women, but to hear him say it made it real. In the back of her mind she’d assumed she would be able to handle it, but clearly she had fooled herself.
“Oni.” He sighed and reached for her, but she walked away.
“Excuse me. I have to go.” Oni squeezed past him and left the bathroom.
She sniffled continuously as she tried to keep her tears in. When she saw Shock, she latched on to his arm and pulled him toward the door.
“Damn, why you running?”
“I’m just having really bad cramps and I need to go.”
Clearly engaging in a conversation about her cramps wasn’t on his “to do” list, because he followed her quickly from the house and to his car. The entire ride home she lay with her head on the seat with her eyes closed. For emphasis, she wrapped her arm around her stomach.
By the time she got home, she had three missed calls and two text messages from Isaac. “I’m sorry I ruined your night,” she told Shock once she was out of the car.
“It’s cool, shawty. Just feel better.” He smiled and so did she.
Oni told him she would see him later before walking toward her house. She had just passed her truck when he pulled off. Coincidentally, her phone rang again as soon as he turned down her street. Oni stared at it trying to see whether or not she wanted to answer, and decided she’d might as well. Couldn’t run forever.
“What?”
“Please let me see you tonight. I promise she means nothing to me.”
“You lied to me. You said I was the only woman you were seeing.”
“You are, Oni. She and I are just friends. She asked me to go out, and I accepted. Nothing more. Now, will you please meet me at the house?”
Oni leaned against her truck and sighed. “Okay.”
She could hear him release a sigh of relief before telling her he would be there shortly. After hanging up, Oni decided she wouldn’t even go into her house. Instead, she hopped into her truck and headed for Isaac’s house.
When she got there, he wasn’t home, so she used her key and let herself in. She kicked her heels off and took a seat on the sofa. Before she had the chance to turn the TV on, she saw a pair of headlights turn into the driveway. Isaac hopped out and jogged to the door.
As soon as he was inside, he rushed straight to her. “Look, Oni, I know you’re younger than me and you probably feel like we aren’t going to make it, but that’s not true. We really can do this. All we have to do is put in the work. Your age doesn’t bother me. It’s mine that bothers you. If you tell me right now that you don’t want me to be with anyone else, then I won’t.”
Oni watched the way his sexy lips moved over his teeth as she listened to him. She knew right then wasn’t the time to be thinking of sex, but she couldn’t help herself. Before she could stop herself, she’d leaned forward and taken his lips with hers.
The kiss started off slow but eventually turned into a full-blown freak show. He was on top of her, ripping her dress from her body while she savagely tugged his belt buckle open. They fought for each other’s clothes until they were both naked and panting.
“This young pussy got me gone, Oni. I don’t want nobody else.” He breathed into her ear as he placed himself at her opening.
Oni’s legs went around his waist, pulling him closer to her. “Give it to me,” she growled as she reached down to touch his hard pole.
He waited no longer before plunging deep into her valley. He grunted so loud, Oni thought maybe he was in pain, but that was definitely not it. He was fucking her like the grown man he was. One pump after the other, each one harder than the last.
He was going so hard Oni thought that he was going to slide into her stomach at any moment, but he didn’t. Instead, he stroked her spot until she was shivering and shaking all over his dick.
“How you make me love you? Huh? How you do that shit?” he asked her just before stiffening his body and moaning loudly. “Fuck! I wasn’t supposed to love you!” His body shuddered above hers.
His climax was a long, hard one, and she enjoyed riding it with him. When he finally came down from his high, he rolled off her and onto the floor.
“I don’t care what you say, y
ou’re staying with me tonight.”
Oni giggled. “Okay.”
“Let’s go take a shower.” He stood from the floor and picked her up.
They washed each other’s bodies before round two began. He worked her out hard just the way he had a few moments prior in the living room before releasing inside her. Oni was so tired after their shower, she nearly collapsed into the bed. She was asleep in no time.
Oni tossed and turned until finally her eyes popped open. She frowned, trying to figure out where she was until she realized she was at Isaac’s house. For a moment she lay still, just enjoying the feeling of waking up in his bed.
She was about to call his name to see where he was, but she didn’t because she could hear him talking. She rolled over and pushed the covers from her head so that she could hear him. From the sound of it, he was on the phone speaking in a hushed tone. Being the nosy person that she was, Oni eased out of bed and got closer to the door.
“The fuck you mean you couldn’t do it? You ain’t no different than them other niggas. If I say handle that nigga, that’s exactly what I mean for you to do. Y’all muthafuckas are killing me. Y’all act like that nigga Milli Rock is untouchable or something. Do I need to do it myself? Huh? Y’all must have forgotten who I am. I’m muthafucking Little Monty, nigga. I do this shit.”
Milli Rock? Little Monty? The fuck?
Oni ran back to bed as quickly as she could. She lay back down for a moment, trying to figure out what to do next. She didn’t want him to know that she’d heard him; however, she didn’t want to stay there with him. When she finally made up her mind, he was coming through the door.
“I have to go,” Oni said quickly. “My mom just called. She needs to go the emergency room.”
His face softened a little. “Damn. For real?”
Oni nodded.
“Just stay for a few more minutes. Please. I need to be next to you.”
Oni smiled and hugged him quickly. She even pecked his lips for good measure. “I’m sorry, baby, but I have to go.”
He sighed but held her tighter, keeping her pressed against his chest for a few minutes before following her into the living room. He watched her get dressed before walking her to her car. He tried a few more unsuccessful times to get her to stay, but she dodged them all and headed home. She needed to call Gia.
Chapter Fifteen
“In life sometimes it seems like it’s so hard to choose, like making the right decision is impossible. It’s even worse when you’re in love. How do you be with a person for so long and still not know them? I’ve been with Isaac for a while now and no matter how right things are for us, it still seems like we’re not meant to be. I wish I knew why.”
—Oni
“Come on, papi, don’t be like that. It’s hot outside and I don’t want to swim alone,” Alira purred in Jamil’s ear.
It was a little after two o’clock in the afternoon and it was already blazing hot outside. It was Saturday, so that meant the two of them had the day off, but that didn’t mean Jamil wanted to spend it with her. It was bad enough he had to follow her around watching her every move during the week, the least she could do was let him have his weekends.
“I’m good. I’ma just chill right here for a minute,” Jamil said.
The white bikini she was wearing barely covered any of her assets and was, in fact, making Jamil’s dick jump. But this was business. Alira was business. Nothing more. She had been trying nonstop since he’d gotten there to seduce him, but he wasn’t that type of nigga.
Pussy had never been his weakness, even when it was between a pair of the thickest caramel-colored thighs. He could say a lot of things about Alira and mean it, but saying he wasn’t attracted to her wasn’t one. She was a badass Puerto Rican chick with shoulder-length hair that she wore curly every day.
Her sultry red lips and beautifully slanted eyes made Jamil hard every time she came in the room, but he knew how to check himself. Being around beautiful women wasn’t something that was new to him. Even with her being stacked in all of the right places, he wasn’t taking it there with her.
Alira sucked her teeth. “You never want to have any fun with me.”
Jamil watched her ass bounce as she stomped toward the pool. She was famous for pouting when she didn’t get her way. That was probably why any and every man who circulated around them was at her beck and call, aside from the fact that she was sexy as hell. Her workers did whatever she told them to.
It was sickening to Jamil because he wasn’t used to shit like that. In his hood you pulled your own weight. It didn’t matter if you was a nigga or a bitch, if you was assigned some work to put in, then that’s what you did.
“Please, papi.” Alira licked her full lips as she floated near the edge of the pool.
Jamil looked at her for a moment before standing up and shaking his head. “I have a few things I need to take care of. I’ll be right back.”
He could hear her behind him yelling at him in Spanish, but he didn’t care. She had been doing that shit since he’d gotten there. Anytime he rejected her or defied what she said, she would go off on him. He found it quite comical, to be honest.
The cool air from their small beach house hit him in the face as soon as he stepped inside. Jamil instantly felt better than he had sitting outside on the patio. It was hot as hell out there. He had intended to chill outside and think for a while, but once Alira brought her thirsty ass out there, he knew that wasn’t happening.
For the past few weeks he’d been living in a nice beach house near the water. It had maids, chefs, and anything else he could think of. To many men the way he was living would be considered paradise, but to Jamil it was just torture. A constant reminder of what he didn’t have. The grass was green, the sky was blue, and his bitch was bad, but that meant nothing to him. Alira was a good girl and an even better pretend wife, but she wasn’t his Gee. If he had to live like this for the rest of his life, he would have rather it been with Gianna.
She was gone and he was sick, and had been since she’d left. As hard as he tried to push her out of his mind, it was impossible. She had a hold on his heart, and for the life of him, he couldn’t let go. Even with a beautiful woman throwing pussy at him every time he turned his head, he couldn’t focus. Gia had left and hadn’t considered his feelings once, so even though it hurt, he saw no reason to continue their relationship. He’d been ignoring her attempts at communication since her plane took off into the sky that night.
The arrangement upon coming to Miami was that he would team up with Alira and set up shop with a few new distributors. So far things had been going pretty good, minus the fact that they continued to throw paperwork at him every other deal.
That was the part he didn’t understand. He had given Shock strict guidelines to be the enforcer and the money man while Alira handled negotiations and paperwork, but somehow it seemed as if that had been forgotten.
He’d made a call twice to Shock to have Little Monty look into that shit, but he still hadn’t. Jamil was starting to think something was up, which was another reason why he couldn’t focus.
Due to Shock’s swift trigger finger, Iverson hadn’t been able to tell him whatever it was he needed to know about Little Monty, and that shit was haunting Jamil. He knew for a fact it had to be something, being that he’d gone out of his way not to be heard inside the house. That meant nothing now, though. They’d cleaned his ass up, sent his body to his mama, and moved on like it never happened.
Iverson’s behavior was still crazy to him, though. Disappearing, lying, and hiding shit. On top of that, Jamil and Iverson hadn’t talked in weeks. For him to just approach him out of the blue was alarming, but there was nothing he could do about it now. Iverson was gone, and Jamil was clueless. Many nights since he’d been in Miami, Jamil had tried to think of what could be up, but he never could single anything out.
His money and shipments were always on time, Little Monty had given him another promotion, and Shock was
making sure the block in Georgia was good. Everything was just good, nothing out of place and nothing that stuck out. So why did he have this nagging feeling that something was about to go wrong? He had no clue.
The vibrating from his phone brought him out of his thoughts. When he looked down and noticed it was Gia, he pressed Ignore. He couldn’t talk to her right then. He was still angry. She’d left and hadn’t bothered to look back. Sure he knew she’d had a life before him, but that didn’t ease the pain in his chest upon her departure.
His phone began ringing again, and again it was Gia. Jamil fought with himself about whether to answer and decided he might as well.
“Hello,” he said.
“Damn, Jamil, you’re so busy with your new bitch you can’t answer the phone for me now?”
He sighed and rubbed his hand across his forehead. “I don’t have no new bitch, Gee. I’ve just been busy working.”
“So busy you can’t call and check on me or at least return my calls? I mean really, Jamil. What did I do to you?”
Jamil looked over his shoulder to see where Alira was before taking the stairs to his room two at a time. When he was inside, he closed the door and lay out across his bed.
“Gee”—he released an exasperated breath—“you didn’t do anything to me, baby. I miss you so much. I miss your ass like crazy, and talking to you will only make it worse. So I don’t answer. I don’t communicate.” He stretched his legs out in front of him. “If I don’t talk to you, then I don’t think about you.”
The line was quiet, minus the sniffling he heard from her.
“That’s not fair, Milli. You can’t do what’s best for you and not think about me. I have feelings too.”
Hearing Gianna cry made him feel worse. “Don’t cry, Gee. It’s the best I can do right now. If I talk to you every day knowing I can’t be with you, it’ll only make things worse for me down here, and I don’t need any more complications right now.” Jamil’s eyes were closed as he listened to her on the other end. “Just be patient with me, a’ight?”