“Look, you’re losing sight of this entire operation. You fucked your way to this position, so I suggest you do your damn job.”
Bevelyn stared at him.
“Oh, yes, I see your ways have not changed. You’re still out here fucking for money, as if you do not make enough pretending to have a family,” he said.
“Sounds like you’re mad because I never fucked you,” she said.
He leaned toward her with a serious look, “I wouldn’t let you jack my dick, let alone fuck me.”
Bevelyn stood up from the table and grabbed her clutch. “Just get me the damn results,” she said as she walked away.
Jasmine was filling prescriptions when a doctor called in a fertility prescription for Bevelyn. She immediately went into an office to text Maurice. “You need to call me ASAP. Your wife is taking some interesting medication.”
She walked out of the office, and Bevelyn was standing at the counter. “Hello, I should have a call-in prescription,” she said.
Jasmine told her that the prescription had just been called in and she would need to check to see if they had the medication. She told Bevelyn that she would call her over the PA system to let her know if they had the drugs.
Bevelyn decided to take the time to stroll around the store. “I hope he hurries up and calls me,” Jasmine thought as she delayed filling the prescription.
“Jasmine, call on line two,” a male pharmacist said.
She picked up the phone to hear Maurice on the other end. She let him know that Bevelyn was filling a prescription for fertility. Maurice told her to go ahead and fill the prescription and that he would take care of it from there.
Aiden was sitting down to have a quick snack at Diane’s house when she noticed her phone had a voice mail. “Hello, I want to apologize for the other night. I was completely out of hand. Please forgive me. Can we meet to talk? It can be in public. I just want to apologize,” the message from Tobias said.
She immediately slammed the phone down. Diane walked over to the table and sat down. “Aiden, you have to leave Maurice alone. He’s not good for you,” she said, thinking the call came from Maurice.
Aiden looked at her puzzled, trying to figure out where the conversation was coming from. “What are you talking about, Diane?”
“You’re losing focus. You’re not carefully watching your surroundings. You have to snap out of it, Aiden,” she said.
“Diane, I need love. I need happiness—”
“It seems you may have found that in Tobias—or at least I thought you did,” Diane said.
“There’s something about him, Diane, something bad. I can’t figure it out, but I do not trust Tobias,” Aiden said.
“And I do not trust Maurice. Have you checked out Tobias?” Diane asked.
“I have. He came back clean, just like Maurice.”
What can Maurice do for you, Aiden? He’s married. He’s not going to leave her even though one of the children is not his,” Diane said.
Aiden looked at her and smiled, “I wonder how you know that Diane.”
“Aiden, we know everything.”
Aiden’s phone started to ring, and she saw that it was Maurice calling.
“Hello?”
“Hey, we need to talk, right now. It’s very important,” he said.
She grabbed her purse and keys. “Meet me at the house,” she said before hanging up the phone.
“What’s wrong?” Diane asked.
“I have to meet Maurice,” she said.
Diane immediately became upset. “Aiden, do not go meet him. He’s not good for you. I’m telling you for your own good.”
“Diane, I love you, and I know that you’re trying to protect me, but I don’t need that type of protection. I know he loves me, and we will work everything out.”
“Everything cannot be worked out, Aiden.”
Aiden gave Diane a kiss on the cheek and walked out the door. Diane picked up her cell phone and texted, “Follow her.”
As Aiden drove off, a car in the distance started to follow her.
As Maurice headed toward his and Aiden’s home, Bevelyn called to ask him to pick up the kids. He called his sister to pick up the kids, but she was unable to. He called Aiden to let her know he would be running behind and to grab something to eat on her way to the house.
Maurice picked the kids up from school, and as he was heading home, his sister called to tell him she could get the kids. They met in a restaurant parking lot for him to give her the kids.
“Thank you for watching both of them,” he said to her.
“They’re innocent. There’s a bigger situation out there, and Bev seems to be a part of it,” she said.
“I know, you all warned me about the whole thing when it came to her, but it will be taken care of,” he said.
“I know it will. Let me know when you’re back home, and I’ll drop the kids off to you,” she said.
“OK.”
He gave both the children a kiss on the forehead and left.
Aiden had arrived at a local pizza restaurant to pick up a pizza for her and Maurice to eat. As she was leaving, she saw someone bent down behind her car. She walked hurriedly out the door, “Excuse me! Excuse me!” she shouted out, but the person simply stood up and walked away quickly in the opposite direction.
Aiden got into the car and drove to a gas station. She got out and walked around to the back of the car, looking in all directions to see if she saw anyone who seemed out of place. She kneeled down to run her hand across the bottom of her bumper but did not feel anything. She got back into her car and headed back to their house.
Once she arrived, she placed the pizza in the oven, on warm, to keep it warm. She went back to make sure her alarm was fully armed. She texted Maurice to find out how long he would be, and he assured her he was already on his way. She went into a closet and pulled out her gun, which always had one in the chamber. She took it in the bathroom with her as she showered.
Across the thinly wooded grounds, someone in car sat with binoculars, trying to see inside the house. There were no openings to see inside the house. He texted back to Diane, “I’m at a hideaway.”
Diane texted back for him to stay still and to make sure she was OK. He snickered and said under his breath, “I have another agenda.” He continued to watch the house and decided to get out of the car. He started walking toward the house when Maurice’s car pulled up. He quickly turned around and headed back to his car.
Maurice walked in the door and could hear the shower running and smell fresh pizza. “Aiden!” he called out. As he turned the alarm on, a text came in, “In the shower with a loaded weapon.”
He walked over to a couch and stuck his hand down into the seat. He continued to feel for a slit in the bottom of the couch to retrieve a gun. Aiden walked out of the shower with a towel on and the gun in her hand. As she approached the living room, she saw the back of a man’s head and pulled the gun.
Maurice had just reached his gun in the couch when he heard a soft, calm voice say, “OK, bastard, I don’t know who you are, but you better get the fuck out of my house,” she said.
Maurice realized she thought he was an intruder and let go of his gun. “Baby, it’s me,” he said. As he stood up, she laid the gun down on the end table and ran to him, crying.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked.
“I saw someone by my car when I went to get the pizza, and it made me a little nervous, that’s all,” she said.
“Where did you get that gun, Aiden?” he asked.
She avoided the question. She walked straight over to the end table, grabbed the gun, and walked to the bedroom to put it up. While she was in the bedroom, he texted, “Lights out,” to inform those watching the house to turn the hidden cameras off.
Maurice walked into the bedroom, and a startled Aiden turned around.
“That was sexy as hell, getting all gangsta. That turned me on,” he said while looking down at her with his beautiful smi
le.
“I’m just a little jumpy. What did you need to talk to me about?” she asked as he started to take her towel off.
While inside the house, the person in the car walked up to the house. He laid down on the ground to see his tracking device blinking and noticed another device under the car. He stood up and walked around the side of the house. He stopped to listen when he was close enough to he hear Aiden and Maurice talking in the bedroom.
“Maurice, what did you have to talk to me about?” she asked again. He picked her up and threw her against the wall in a sexually aggressive way. Her hand grabbed the curtain as he held her up, sucking on her breasts.
Outside, the man noticed the curtain move and stepped back slightly to not be seen. He could hear Aiden and Maurice begin to pant as their excitement grew stronger.
Maurice carried Aiden to the bed and laid her down on her back, lifting one leg over his shoulder. He lifted her ass up and began to stick his tongue in her ass. He darted his tongue in and out of her ass rapidly. She immediately became so wet he could feel it on the bridge of his nose.
Because the curtain had been moved, the man outside could get a glimpse of what was going on. He began to pull his dick out to masturbate as he watched Maurice eat Aiden.
Maurice licked his way up to her pussy and started to stroke the lips of her pussy. His tongue was soft and warm as he ate it like a passionate French Kiss. He licked her naval and then her breasts, grabbing her breasts firmly and licking the nipples. He licked up her chest to her neck and then kissed her passionately.
He stood up and started to slide his rock-hard, thick, long dick inside her. As he started, she closed her eyes in anticipation of the dick penetrating her pussy. “Open your eyes, and look at me,” he said as he shoved his dick in. She looked into his eyes and at his lips—so full, so soft looking as he held them slightly open pounding her pussy. He watched as her breasts bounced back and forth from his rhythm. “Play with it,” he told her.
She placed her fingers on her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion and closing her eyes. He watched as her pussy moved while she played with it. The sight of her pussy—wet, shiny, and fat—caused him to reach his limit. Aiden could feel he was ready to come and told him to shoot it on her.
“Not today,” he said as he came inside her. He let out a loud sound of pleasure as he came.
While watching, the man jacked his dick off as Aiden got out of the bed and bent over to pick up her towel. He could see her freshly comed-in pussy shining. He shot his nut off on the side of the house and shook his dick to make sure it was clean. He stood outside as Maurice and Aiden showered. He watched as they both walked out of the bathroom and laid on the bed.
“Aiden, Bevelyn is trying to get pregnant,” Maurice said.
“What? This is what I’m talking about, Maurice. She is your wife, and I’m starting to have a hard time being the side woman. I know you have those other women you’re fucking, but—”
“You don’t have to be. She knows about us now. She knows that I love you. Those women don’t mean shit to me. I just love to fuck, baby, you know that,” he said.
“Maurice, I know. I don’t mind that because I cannot say I will be 100 percent faithful either. I’m not being silent anymore. If she says anything to me—”
“Do what you have to. I’m not worried about Bevelyn. All I’m worried about are my children,” he said.
Aiden cleared her throat.
“Aiden, I want us to have a child, and then I will have a vasectomy. I will not tell Bevelyn about the vasectomy,” he said.
She sat up in the bed and looked at him.
“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Yes, I am very serious,” he said.
“Maurice, I stopped taking my pills a long time ago,” she said.
“Really?” he said as he looked at her, his eyes filled with happiness.
“Yes, before I left. I already knew that I wanted this, but things kept happening. I want a baby. I want you. I want us,” she said.
“What about Tobias?” he asked.
“I don’t want him. I have never slept with him. I want you,” she said.
“I’m glad to hear that. And we will be together. I promise.”
“Maurice, before we’re together, I have to tell you—” she started to say when he cut her off.
“Baby, I have to go. I have to get the kids.”
She walked him to the door, where they could smell the dried out pizza.
“Oh, Maurice, the pizza!” she said.
“I already ate,” he said laughing.
“Stay here tonight,” he said.
“OK. I don’t want to do that thirty-minute drive tonight anyway,” she told him.
He disarmed the alarm and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow at work,” he told her as he walked out the door.
She armed the alarm again, smiling about their night and excited about the possibility of having her first child.
Maurice walked to the car and made a phone call.
“Are the lights on?” he asked.
“Yes, they were turned on as soon as you put the code in the alarm,” the voice said.
“I want you to keep an eye on her very closely tonight. Call me immediately if anything happens—it doesn’t matter the hour. Call me; do not text me,” he said.
Bevelyn was at home and wondering why she had not heard from Maurice. She had texted him over twenty times, with no answer. “I know he’s with that bitch,” she said to herself. She sat down on the couch, upset that he was not home. She decided to call him again.
“Yeah?” Maurice said when he answered the phone.
“Where the hell have you been, Maurice? And where are our children?” she asked.
“I’m picking them up right now,” he said.
“I asked you where you have been and where are they,” she said.
“They’re with my sister. Look, we’ll be home in a few,” he said.
“Damn it, where have you been? Hello? Hello?” she said, finally realizing Maurice had hung up. “I cannot believe he just hung up on me,” she thought, getting even angrier about Aiden.
Maurice and the kids arrived home, and Bevelyn was completely irate.
“Where in the hell have you been, Maurice?” she yelled at him.
He walked over to her and got directly in his face.
“Don’t you EVER raise your voice to me in front of my children,” he said.
She blinked her eyes rapidly and then looked at her kids, who were holding on to him in fear.
“I’m sorry, kids. Did you eat?” she asked the children.
“Yes ma’am,” they replied.
“OK, get ready to take your showers,” Bevelyn said.
“We took a bath at auntie’s house, Mommy.” Marchae said.
“OK, go ahead and put your pajamas on and go to bed. Mommy is sorry,” Bevelyn said.
Maurice walked around boxes, into the bedroom, grabbing his pillows to sleep on the couch. Bevelyn walked in and closed the door behind her.
“You’re married to ME! You better stop seeing her,” Bevelyn said.
“What makes you think I’ve been with her, Bevelyn?” he asked.
“I can smell her,” she said.
He walked up to her closely. “You smell her?”
“Yes, I smell her.”
Maurice smiled. “I guess you do know what she smells like, being that you’ve been eating her pussy like its candy,” he said and walked away.
Bevelyn’s eyes became huge. “What are you talking about Maurice?” she asked loudly.
“Oh, she told me,” he said.
She walked up to Maurice and got in his face. “That BITCH will not have you! Ugh, I smell her!” she said.
“She already does, and, oh yeah, that’s your imagination smelling her,” he said.
“How dare you come into our house, smelling like another woman and then boast about her?” sh
e said, becoming even more irate.
“Bevelyn, you don’t smell shit,” he said.
“Oh really? Why not?” she asked, hoping he would say he wasn’t with her.
“We showered,” he said with a grin.
Bevelyn balled her fist up and punched him in the side of the face and then stormed out of the room door.
Aiden was lying in bed when she thought she heard movement by her bedroom window. She grabbed the gun and peeked out the window, only to see the trees blowing from the wind. Realizing it was just nerves, she thought it would be a wonderful night to sit outside. She laid the gun in her nightstand drawer, grabbed her robe, went outside, and sat on the porch to admire the stars as the beautiful wind gusted by her face.
As she looked in the distance, she noticed something on the ground beside her car and went to pick it up. As she got closer, she realized it was a glove. She stood up, ran back to the house, and turned the alarm on. She went to the bedroom and headed for the nightstand when she was thrown onto the bed. Her hair was yanked, and she heard a voice in her ear.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said as he started to raise her robe.
“Tobias?” she said.
Maurice was in the bedroom gathering his belongings when Bevelyn came back in.
“Where in the hell do you think you’re going?” she asked.
“I’m leaving. I can’t do this any longer,” he said.
“Oh, so you think you can just leave me and the kids like this? What am I supposed to tell them?” She asked.
“Why, all of a sudden, do you want a marriage? We have never had a marriage, so why now?” he asked.
Bevelyn looked at him and could see he was serious about leaving. She sat on the bed, trying to think of reasons for him not to leave.
“I thought that you loved me, Maurice. We have children. I do not want them in a broken home, and I refuse to share you with her,” she said.
“So it’s your ego that you’re trying to save?” he asked.
“No, I love you,” she said as his phone started to ring.
He noticed the number and went to answer it. “Don’t answer that, Maurice,” she said.
He answered the phone anyway.
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