After Everything I've Done For You: A Chi-Town Soap Opera

by Nicety

  AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE FOR YOU:

  A CHI-TOWN SOAP OPERA

  By NICETY

  Copyright © 2015 DAVID WEAVER PRESENTS

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  This novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, real people, living or dead, organizations, establishments or locales are products of the author’s imagination. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously.

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  Giving honor to God. He who is the head of my household.

  Thank you to my family; I will love

  you all until the end of time, you are the air that

  I breathe.

  To my friends; thanks for keeping me afloat

  when I thought I would sink.

  To my fans and many followers; I love you

  all more than words can say.

  Thank you for the love and support

  you deliver each day!

  DEDICATION

  I would like to dedicate this book to

  my husband, children, family and my friends

  that supported my dream over the years

  of becoming a published writer.

  They believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself years ago.

  I’m making you proud now! Also to my readers for

  without you there would be no me. I love you all!

  Major shout outs to David Weaver, my publisher for believing in me and trusting that we can make this happen. You’re the best. Special shout outs also go to the BankRoll Squad for welcoming into your family and making me feel right at home.

  Love ya to pieces!

  Special Shout outs to #TEAMNICETY, the bullets to my nine!

  I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart

  for always supporting me and making sure that I

  remained focused on the task at hand, which was getting

  your books to you on time. Laughing but dead serious.

  To my husband, the perfect verse over a tight beat.

  Thanks for being nothing more than you!

  **If I have forgotten anyone, know that

  I love you still**

  Chapter 1

  Bianca

  “First of all, let me put it to you like this baby girl. I’m not the one you should be talking to about this. If you were any type of woman, you would be checking with your man first on this shit. But since I’ve got you on the line already, I’ll go ahead and answer your 24 questions. Yes, I am fucking your man, yes, we’ve been seeing each other the entire 5 years y’all have been together and yes we do have kids together. Shit, I just had my daughter a few months ago and my son is 2. He’s been fucking me for about as long as he’s been fucking you but the only difference is that he leaves me every night to go back home to you. And, that has to stop. I’m tired of not having my man lying next to me at night. The kids need their daddy here with them. Besides, from what he tells me, you ain’t all the woman you make yourself out to be anyway.” A faint cough spewed through the phone.

  Her words were bold and brazen. There was a sense of certainty within her statements. The more she spoke the wider my eyes bulged opened followed by my lips spreading agape. I couldn’t believe this bitch was talking to me this way. It was like she had no regard for my feelings or the relationship that I had built with this man at all. There was no remorse in her tone. If we were face to face, I would’ve punched her dead in her ugly ass mug and wouldn’t have stopped until my fist became one with her skull.

  “What the fuck did you say your name was again? Sunset? Hmm, my cousin used to go to school with a bitch named Sunset. They were best buddies until she graduated and her sorry ass cried like a fucking toddler because she moved away to Atlanta. She was sad because she would be all alone with no real friends in her whack ass life,” I scoffed realizing this bitch sounded all too familiar. “I wonder if you and that bitch are one in the same.”

  “Bitch you know exactly who this is. Was that some lame ass attempt to try and hurt my feelings just because yours are hurt right now? Nah boo. I know it hurts that you’re so dumb that you’re just not finding out that you’re man has been living a double life for years. That you’re whole entire fucking relationship has been a lie. But get over it. I have. Hell, we sharing a man. Deal with it,” Sunset’s laughter made my head throb.

  “Don’t worry about it bitch. It won’t be for long. Trust and believe that,” I assured her.

  “Says who? You? Ha, ha please honey. Save yourself the embarrassment of giving him an ultimatum ‘cause you know and I know that man is going to do whatever it is he wants to do and ain’t a damn thing you can do to stop him,” she paused. “So the next time you call here trying to figure out who’s number this is and shit, make sure you're calling to ask me what size shoes and clothes my babies wear bitch. ‘Cause their daddy takes great care of them but they could always use some more.”

  With that she hung up in my face as I launched his IPhone across the bathroom into the marble backsplash over the his and hers vanity. Tears streamed from my eyes at the same time an eruption of sorrow escaped my lips. I couldn’t believe after I had given this man all of me, after I had given this man so much of my soul and through four failed pregnancies resulting in miscarriages that he would put me through some shit like this.

  Two kids and one of them was just born she said? A two-year-old son and his name was Jeremiah Cutter Jr.? Hell no. This nigga had played me for the last time. It hurt to have given this man everything I had inside only for him to throw it on the ground, stomping on it and shit. It was days like this that made me wish I hadn’t even given his ass the time of day when he walked into my beauty salon that faithful day five years ago.

  “Wake up motherfucka.” I propelled a nearby vase towards his sleeping head as he awoke abruptly wondering what hit him.

  “What the fuck, B.? Woman is you crazy or something?" J. sat up whipping the covers from over his body.

  “If I’m crazy it’s ‘cause you made me this way.” Immediately, I stormed back into the bathroom, snatching the phone up off the floor noticing that with its Otter Box case it hadn’t shattered one bit before returning to the room hurling the phone at his chiseled torso. “This is the bitch you’ve been trying to hide from me for so long. All those sleepless nights you put in to make sure I don’t search through your phone. Sleeping with one eye open and shit. That’s what you’ve been on, J.? You’ve been living a double life with this bitch making a whole other family and shit. Why?”

  The look on his face was priceless. He was shocked that I had caught him lacking but it was bound to happen at some point in time. How long did this nigga think he could keep this shit up? He guarded his phone like the government guarded Area 51. It was protected more than a maximum-security prison.

  I didn’t have access to any of his business affairs and was unable to follow him whenever he went out since he switched cars with his boys often and usually in their garages. His secretiveness only heightened my women’s intuition even higher and made me watch for an opening to catch his ass for the u
mpteenth time.

  “Man, why are you going through my shit man?”

  “That’s all you have to say, J.? Fuck you, how about that? You’ve got kids with this bitch. Kids! I wanted kids, Jeremiah. We have an entire baby’s room decorated and waiting—“

  “Yeah waiting for your body to fully hold a baby and then we can put it to good use. Otherwise it’s just an empty room with expensive shit in it.”

  The minute my eyes widened, I could see in his face the moment he realized that he had fucked up. He said the wrong shit. My feelings were crushed, downright destroyed. Shit would just fly out of his mouth sometimes and he wouldn’t think about how wrong the shit was until after he had already said it. If I had done that he would have never forgiven me for it.

  What made him think it was okay to hurt me verbally and emotionally? Thinking of how happy he must be with his secret family made me feel inadequate. I felt incapable. That bitch gave him not one but two lives from his seed. How could I measure up to that when I had killed off the ones he had planted inside of me?

  “Go fuck yourself, Jeremiah. Go straight to fucking hell.” I refused to let him know just how badly he had hurt me with a sea of tears.

  “Look, com’ here, B. I’m sorry all right,” Jeremiah rose from the bed stretching out his arms to me trying to get me to welcome his embrace.

  “No, get the fuck away from me.” I shoved him backwards. “Don’t touch me, J.”

  “Stop that shit now. You and I both know you’re mine. You ain’t going nowhere baby. We’re attached at the hip like motherfucking glue. I ain’t ever letting you go.” He wrapped his long arms around me towering his 6’2” frame over me.

  The feel of his bare chocolate skin and wide build next to my short 5’6” average frame melted my soul. He knew just what he needed to say to keep my heart craving him like the sweet taste of sugar. I was crazy in love with him. His muscles drove me insane, his tats made my pussy water, and his full lips made the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Whenever I touched his washboard abs my panties were immediately soaked.

  He knew just how to speak to me to tame me into submission. I knew it but I was so lost for him that I couldn’t see past his love for me. Jeremiah hissed in my ear like he was speaking directly to my spirit. My breathing slowed and my head grew light. He rubbed his strong hands up and down my protruding backside loving the way my wide hips and voluptuous ass felt in his hands as he moaned deeply into my ear.

  “Nope. I’m done with you nigga. I’m not doing this shit no more with you. You’ve played me so badly for the last time and I’m done.” My hands shoved his chest with everything I had but he barely moved an inch.

  “Stop, girl. Fuck whatever she told you. You’ve got my heart and that’s the only thing that should ever matter to you. You feel me?” Jeremiah cuffed his fingers under my chin bringing my view up to his. “You hear me, Bianca?”

  “Yeah…I hear you.”

  “You’d better. Now get up here,” he ordered seductively.

  I did as I was instructed. Jumping into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist as he cuffed and gripped my ass, moaning heavily in my ear. He loved to show off his strength by holding me that way. When we first got together it was the most romantic and sensual thing in the world to me.

  He started acting differently a few years ago changing on me and shit, so being wrapped around him like that felt like it had lost the deep connection it once held. His cheating all these years was never approved. After awhile, I guess I just learned to deal with it. I felt like being with him was better than being without him. Jeremiah promised to spend the rest of his life with me one day. The moment he said those words to me a year after we were dating he became the very air I breathed.

  During our first year together we seemed so much in love. He and I were inseparable. Jeremiah would take me on shopping sprees, exotic trips, and candlelit dinners on rooftops overlooking beautiful cities. Knowing what his love felt like was undeniable. I remember the days he used to love me, crave me, desire me as his one and only. Nowadays, it was as if we were roommates, existing in this relationship as some sort of oddly unspoken business deal. God forbid I try and leave him though. He always said he would never let me go no matter how much I wanted to because he couldn’t bear to see me in another man’s arms.

  Slowly, he lowered me to the floor gazing intensely into my brown eyes. What came next was something I was used to. It was the inevitable as Jeremiah operated the same way when it came down to controlling me and making me forget all about the bullshit he took me through. What made it so bad was that I wasn't totally oblivious to him doing it. I knew what he would do and yet I looked forward to it. I craved it. It made me feel like there was no other woman in the world that he would treat this way no matter what they did for him.

  Jeremiah circled my body, pressing his bulge firmly against my ass. He leaned in kissing a trail from the back of my ear to my clavicle breathing heat along the way. Then he bit me. He bit my neck so softly inflicting tiny spouts of pain along with a powerful amount of pleasure. The soft parts of my neck were the spots I loved it the most. Jeremiah pulled me in, holding my body close to his.

  He began squeezing the bit of jelly fat I had on my stomach and thighs in between his fingers. He loved that I was far from fat but still had enough for him to grab and hold onto. J’s fingers searched every inch of my body as if they were desperately seeking something they had lost. They massaged almost in a deep tissue motion giving me life.

  “Strip.”

  Gradually, I removed the lavender lace teddy from my shoulders strap by strap. I was completely naked as it softly dropped to my feet. I stepped out and awaited further instruction. Jeremiah controlled me in a way that I had never allowed another man to do so. He knew what buttons to push. He knew how to stroke me on a daily basis. There wasn’t a day that went by that he wasn’t inside of me, making sure I was consistently complying with his way of life.

  Remaining behind me, he reached around gripping my 38C cup tits in his hands. Moments later, I felt his soft lips against the back of my neck kissing a trail down to my ass cheeks licking each of them from under the cuff all the way to the top. My flesh trembled remembering how much of a freak this man was. Coupled with how fine he was with his mocha chocolate skin, his pearly white teeth, almond eyes, and long dark braids, I knew exactly why I was so hooked on him.

  And, just as he inserted his tongue into my asshole flicking like it was battery operated, the reason why I loved him so much was only confirmed. I loved him because he was a young twenty four year old go-getter like myself. At the same age it was beyond sexy that we had so much in common when it came to our goals.

  He treated me like a queen before we started fighting about his infidelity. Jeremiah was the only man who had ever shown me more than just the city of Chicago, wining and dining me abroad and making sure I knew my place in his life. For that, my heart was wrapped around his. I couldn’t let him go. Tears erupted from my eyes at the very thought of it.

  “You know I’ll do anything for you, right?” He asked between slurps.

  “Yes baby,” I puffed.

  “I love you girl. Fuck all that other shit. That ain’t got shit to do with what’s going on between you and me. You hear me?”

  “Yes baby. Yes,” I felt myself cumming, wanting to cum hard this time before he jumped up without letting me. “Lick that shit baby.”

  “Oh, I’m gon’ lick it baby. Don’t worry about that. I know exactly how you want this shit.”

  He spread my legs wide and licked like his life depended on it. He licked like he was about to go thirsty and that was the only drink he had on earth. J’s tongue made it’s way to my pearl and back up to my ass repeatedly. The nigga worked it like a motherfucking porn star and I moaned loud as fuck realizing that there was no way in hell I could let the next bitch win and take what I had. This nigga wasn’t about to give this shit like that to no other bitch but me. Even though he was fucki
ng Sunset on a regular and had kids by her, she was only in love with the dick. I knew this nigga could never give it to her the way he gave it to me.

  Fuck. I still hadn’t came yet Jeremiah stood placing his hand on the small of my back pushing me forward to bend over the bed. My hands rested on the edge of the bed as I braced myself for the point of entry. He slid inside of me slow, allowing my juices to gently coat him. My eyes shut while my lips fell stuck in an open position. He wasn’t always so gentle with his nine-inch girthy dick but I pretended it hurt so good. Yes it hurt like thorns constantly being stuck in my ass but I was determined to take every inch of that dick and be a big girl for my man.

  “You know you ain’t going no fucking where. What the fuck was you on?” He mumbled, pumping into me as hard as he could, seemingly teaching me a lesson.

  “I’m sorry baby.” It was all that I had the courage to say.

  He pounded me royally. My fingers played with my clit to keep my pussy wet and also make it more pleasurable for me. I felt the cum rise in me again. My clit grew bigger and bigger by the minute. He wasn’t about to bust anytime soon. I would be able to get in a good three or four nuts before he would bust just one. Jeremiah was like that. He would hold out until the bitter end if it meant making me scream all night or morning. I shouted multiple orgasms, damn near speaking in tongues for this nigga and he wouldn’t let up, fucking me almost jackrabbit style.

  “Ooo, shit you ‘bout to make me cum girl with all that screaming. Damn.”

  It had only been a few minutes and he was already cumming. That’s the shit that turned me all the way off on him. He had been fucking already. He was worn out but still trying to push through with his discipline of me. It was pure bullshit and sadness filled my head as I continued my show, pretending that I didn’t notice his shortcomings today.

  “Cum daddy. Cum in this pussy baby. Cum for me,” I encouraged only for him to pull out of me immediately.