“Please try to get some peace of mind. I know there’s a lot going on, but it’s all a test. Don’t bum your interview on Friday. You really want the position at the Ritz Carlton, so don’t let your personal life interfere with the professional goals that you’ve set for yourself. As far as Omari is concerned, I know that he’s married, and I understood the issue you have with him not telling you. Still, something deep inside tells me that it’s something there. I could literally see the sparks flying between you two.”
“Are you finished?” I was trying to sound polite, but it may have come off a little harsh.
“Well damn…yeah.”
“I’m sorry, boo. I didn’t mean it like that. I just didn’t want to cut you off.”
“Apology accepted. Continue.”
“Well, honestly, even if I wanted to go there with him, it’s complicated. He said he’s leaving his wife, but damn. That means he’s fresh out of a relationship, and he has kids. Am I ready to deal with that? Clearly his wife is cray cray as hell. Then, add the fact that he lives all the way in Jamaica, which is too damn far to pursue a relationship. I can’t do a long distance relationship with a man who can’t be trusted. He cheated on his wife for God’s sake. Why would he be faithful to me thousands of miles away? Not only that, but I just got out of a bullshit ass relationship myself. I’m obviously not ready for any of that,” I explained.
“I get it. I get it. You have to take the time out to get your head straight, boo. I’m going to go get ready. You take care and call me if you need me. I don’t give a fuck if it is my date night. You’re my A one, and I’m always here for you.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet and one hundred of you, love. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
When I ended the call, the lonely sound of silence seemed to be suffocating. My mother was at church, and I wasn’t surprised at all. I wanted to call her, but she’d texted me to tell me that she’d gone to the seven o’ clock service. She’d found God and got saved when I was about fifteen years old. At that point, she became a different person. She went from clubbing every weekend to spending three or more days in church a week. With what Cam was going through, it was no shock that church would be where she’d be spending her time when she wasn’t at the hospital with him.
There was a knock at the door, and it kind of scared me since I wasn’t expecting anyone. Damn, I hoped it wasn’t Daryn’s stalker ass. When I peeked out of the peephole and saw my brother standing there, I opened the door.
“I thought you were at the hospital. Who’s with Cam?” I asked him immediately.
“Imani’s there with him. I’m on the way back, but I had to make a run. I just decided to stop by on the way,” he said as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
“Okay, so what’s up? There’s a reason you stopped by.” I led him to the sofa, and we both sat down.
“I wanted to tell you to back off of Mani, yo. She’s goin’ through enough right now, and she don’t need you comin’ at her.”
I just stared at my brother like he’d lost his damn mind. What had that hoe done to him, sucked his dick from the back while she played with his balls? What the fuck?
“Look, bro, I don’t wanna come off wrong, but fuck that bitch. She’s goin’ through enough? What about us? Me and Ma spend more time with Cam than her. Just because she pushed him out of her pussy doesn’t make her a mother. I don’t know what she did to you, and it’s none of my business, but you need to open your eyes. She had something to do with that shit. I feel it.”
He shook his head and stared back at me with the same intensity. “No, she didn’t. I know who did it, and I’m gon’ get them mufuckas tonight. I just wanted to go check on my boy first, you know. I didn’t just stop by to get on your case ‘bout Imani. Shit, y’all been beefin’; that ain’t nothing new. I just want you to consider what she’s goin’ through. She loves Cam, sis.”
Tears stung my eyes as I grabbed my brother’s hand. “I know you feel like you gotta get even, but please, don’t do this right now. Ma would lose it if something happens to you. Please, just let Cam come through first. If we lost the both of you…”
“Don’t say that. You ain’t gon’ lose me or Cam. I got this, and like I said, Imani had nothing to do with it, so leave her alone ‘bout that shit.”
His tone was very abrasive, and it made me feel some type of way.
“Why you coming at me ‘bout that thot ass bitch though? She ain’t shit, Meel, and you know it. The trick fucked your boy when you were locked up. Then, she sold all your shit and stole your stash. When you gon’ wake the fuck up and stop lettin’ some good pussy and head blind you? You swear you hard, but when the fuck you gon’ really man up?”
His eyes showed me that he was offended by what I had just said, but I didn’t care. It was what the hell it was, and he needed to know how I felt about it. If my nephew lost his life it was going to change everything. After losing my own child, I didn’t know how my brother would be able to deal with that loss. No matter what he knew, I still felt in my heart that Imani was the root of it all.
“Man up? What you think I’ve been doin’? How you gon’ even disrespect me like that? Huh? My son’s laid up in a hospital, fightin’ for his life, and this the shit you gon’ throw at me? Your fuckin’ brother?” He shook his head and let out a sarcastic chuckle. “I see where your head’s at yo. It sho’ ain’t wit’ me or your nephew. You hell bent on gettin’ at my baby mama, although you ain’t got no proof of what you’re claimin’. Yeah, she ain’t no angel, but that’s her son lyin’ in that hospital bed too. She’s got her shit wit’ her, but she’d never do nothing to hurt our son. I don’t believe that.”
“Okay, I’m done. You’ve got my word that I won’t try to beat the bitch’s skull in again. However, if I find out that bitch was involved, that’s her ass. Straight the fuck like that.” And I meant it. I’d lose all of my sense and become the most uncivilized bitch Imani’s ratchet ass had ever seen.
“I know she wasn’t.” He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I gotta go, sis.”
“Just promise me that you’ll be careful… tonight.”
“I’ll be careful, sis, and please… don’t tell Ma ‘bout what’s goin’ on. I don’t wanna stress her out more than she already is.”
When he stood, I got up to walk him to the door. He put his hand on the doorknob and then turned to face me.
“Oh, my bad. How was your interview today?” he asked suddenly.
“It was okay, but I know I wasn’t really into it with what’s goin’ on and all.”
He nodded. “You’ve always dreamed of bein’ a chef, sis. Cam’s gonna pull through, and I don’t need you throwin’ your dream away, worryin’ ‘bout him. He wouldn’t want that for his favorite auntie.”
I laughed. “I’m his only auntie.”
Jameel grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. “I know you feel how you feel ‘bout Mani, but she’s misunderstood. Maybe you should just try to get to know her. You’ve always been too overprotective of me, and I don’t think you ever gave any chick I was into a chance.”
Maybe he was right, but getting chummy with that bitch wasn’t on my list of plans. If he wanted me to keep the peace, I’d do that, but getting to know that hoe was not an option.
“I said I’ll be cordial, nigga. Don’t push it.”
He laughed and opened the door. “A’ight, sis. Love you.”
“Love you too.” I watched as he walked to the car, and then I closed the door after he drove off.
My phone buzzed, letting me know that I’d received a text.
Omari: It’s been days since we talked, and I’m really worried about you. Please let me know that you’re okay.
At that point, I needed somebody to talk to, since all of my friends weren’t available, and my mother was worshipping the Lord. Jameel was on his way back to the hospital, and with all that he was handling, it wasn’t like I cou
ld really confide in him. He had enough on his plate, and I was stressed out about the thought of him seeking revenge in a few hours.
So… I decided to text him back.
Me: I’m okay. My nephew is stable, and we’re hoping for the best.
Omari: I really wanna hear your voice right now. I miss you.
My breath caught. Shit, did I miss him too? My heart melted, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Why the hell did he make me feel like that?
Me: I don’t know what to do when it comes to you. I tell myself to leave you alone, and here I am, going against what I know is right.
Omari: It feels right to me. Please… call me.
Letting out a sigh, I thought about it before finishing off my glass of wine. I got up to get a refill and thought about it. It wouldn’t hurt to talk to him. I mean, at least he was trying to stay in touch. His interest had to surpass the pussy because the pussy wasn’t available to him. It was clear to me that our connection was more than that. Besides, I was bored and restless and had nobody else to talk to.
After I sat back down on the sofa, I sipped my drink and contemplated whether I should call him or not.
Omari: ????
Letting out a deep breath, I dialed the number that he had called me from days ago.
“Hello.” His voice immediately stirred a longing deep inside of me.
Damn, I missed him too.
“Hey, Omari. Now you hear my voice, so I guess I can go.”
He laughed good-naturedly. “It’s not that easy to get rid of me, DiDi.”
“I see,” I said sarcastically.
“Yuh don’t really want to get rid of me though. Mi can feel it. Shit, mi felt it when we were together. Not only when we… had sex… but before that. The connection was dere from di moment we locked eyes. You know dat star. Don’t deny it.”
“Okay, you’re right, Omari. Okay? Fuck it. I admit it. We have a chemistry, but so what? You lied to me about bein’ married. I’m not going to keep repeating myself about it. I don’t like to be disrespected like that. I deserve more. If it’s not you, it’s Daryn.”
“Who the fuck is Daryn?”
Oh shit.
“My ex. We broke up right before I went to Jamaica.” I filled him in on what had happened. “Now I feel like all y’all niggas ain’t shit. All y’all good for is a good nut.”
“And mi gave yuh a lotta good nuts, right? The wood was good as hell. Yuh know it. Yuh di one who told mi it was di best yuh ever had. Mi no make dat shit up.”
I shook my head and blushed like he could see my reaction. He was right though. The dick was hella good, but that was beside the point.
“Look Omari, I entertained the thought of us at first, but it was the fantasy of it all. I was on a beautiful island, and I think it took over my common sense. I’ve heard about you Jamaican rude boys, and I should’ve known better. It’s just…” I shrugged my shoulders. “I thought you were different.”
He sighed. “Look, meetin’ you and fallin’ for you wasn’t my plan. Okay. It just happened, and now we gotta do somet’ing ‘bout it.”
“No, we don’t. You’re a million miles away, and honestly, I could never trust you.”
“Come back to di island, star. I’ll pay for it.” He said it as if I hadn’t just told him that I didn’t trust him.
“You cheated on your wife with me. Why the fuck would I waste another minute with you?”
“Because yuh want to. Deep down in yuh heart, yuh know dis, what’s between us, is nothin’ like what either of us are used too. It’s irie. Mi like dis feelin’.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Look, my nephew’s in the hospital. There’s a lot goin’ on, and I can’t leave right now even if I wanted to. I’m not sayin’ I want to.”
“Right,” he said thoughtfully. “A’ight. Just don’t be no stranger, okay? Stay in touch wit’ mi. Let’s start ova and be friends.”
Damnit, he was very persistent, but I kind of liked it. “Okay, I will, and bein’ friends is cool.”
“For now,” he added.
Omari’s sexy accent was really getting to me, but my thoughts drifted off to my brother. All I could do was pray that he didn’t get killed.
Chapter 18
Angela
So a bitch might fall a few times, but staying down was never my thing. After laying down on the cold floor and crying my heart out for hours, I realized that Omari was really gone. That cold blooded bwoy never even turned around to check and see if I needed a glass of cold water.
I stumbled into the bathroom and decided to take a hot shower. It might help a little. It was something about the sound of the water that triggered my tears again. I started bawling really hard, to the point where I was gasping for air. I felt my chest tighten, and my airways were blocked. I held on to the side of the tub, cut the water off, and cautiously stepped out. This shit was real. I’d been through breakups before, done broke a couple hearts my damn self, but this pain was different. I was in a daze. All of it seemed like a damn dream, and I wouldn’t be waking up soon.
* * *
The nap I took earlier was everything. I woke up energized, and even though I was still heartbroken, I was no longer crying. I think that was all the crying that I was going to do over that bitch ass nigga.
I cooked dinner for the children and got them into bed before 9 p.m. While I was cooking dinner, a plan popped up in my head. I knew that in order to execute it properly, I had to think clearly and not with a drop of emotion involved.
After I made sure the children were sound asleep, I dialed Garey’s number. It had been days since we spoke because that nigga was very irritating to my soul. It was bad enough that I had to consider him possibly being my baby’s daddy. Uggh, just the thought made me upset.
“Hey, babes.” He answered cheerfully.
I let out a long sigh, rolled my eyes, and then answered him.
“Hey, love, wha gwaan?”
“Just deh yah, a build a vibe.”
“Mi want to see yuh.”
“Then nuh dat yuh fi sey, mon.”
“I just did. I’m here waiting on yuh.”
I quickly hang up the phone. I swear, I loved his dick and him eating my pussy, but his attitude really turned me off. Nonetheless, I would have to tolerate him a little for now.
About an hour later, I heard someone knocking on the back door. I knew it was him, so I got up and went to open the door. He walked in, and I wasted no time. I started kissing him passionately, while unbuttoning his pants. I was getting ready to give him something that I’d never done before. His pants dropped to his ankles, and I stooped down on my knees. I took his limp dick in my hand and started licking it. I tried my best to remember everything that I saw on the movies. I then took his dick into my mouth.
“Lawd have mercy. What is yuh doing, woman?” he asked as he pushed my head down on his wood. I almost choked, but I held my composure and continued sucking. “Aargh, baby, yes mi love it, mon,” he groaned.
“Be quiet. The kids in dere, yuh know,” I said, a little irritated.
I clamped down on it and sucked harder, until I felt his wood harden. I knew he was about to cum, so I massaged his wood up and down real fast. I wanted him to hurry up so I could be done with that shit. Sperm shot out and into my mouth. I didn’t want to swallow it, so I got up and ran off into the bathroom. I quickly gargled with mouthwash. I heard the door open, and he was standing in front of me with his wood still rock hard.
“Woman, yuh ‘ave no idea what yuh just did to me,” he chuckled.
“Don’t worry, babes. I ‘ave plenty more of dis fa yuh.”
By the time I could get those words out, he got behind me and leaned me over the sink. He entered me forcefully, and I cringed as his big wood slid inside of my wet pussy. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him as he slid in and out. I used all of my energy and squeezed my muscles together. I worked that pussy on his nine inches of wood, giving him the best back shots he ev
er had in his life. He gripped me tighter as he thrust harder. “Aweee, fuck mi, Daddy,” I whispered, mindful that my children were asleep. The sound of my voice excited him because he applied pressure like he was vexed with the pussy. I was a champion gyal, so I bumbled on the wood, letting that nigga know I was a bad bitch.
“Aaargh,” I growled as he shot his cum up inside of me. Any other time I would’ve been mad, but not tonight.
We ended up taking a shower and got into bed. Obviously he wasn’t finished because he turned my ass around on my stomach, spread my legs, and buried his face into my pussy. He didn’t stop there as he inserted his tongue deep in the crack of my ass, licking every ounce of my hole. “Awe, awe, please don’t stop,” I said as my body trembled, and I busted. He licked every drop of my juice up, wiping my pussy clean with his tongue.
I was mentally and physically tired from getting that good fuck. However, my happiness didn’t last. I wished it was Omari doing all of this goodness to me. I laid my head on Garey’s arm, thinking about a plan that I needed to execute.
* * *
I laid there thinking about how Omari hurt me and my kids. I wondered why the obeah hadn’t started working as yet? Why hadn’t my husband come back home to us? Instead, it was the complete opposite. He didn’t want nothing to do with me or his kids.
I looked over at Garey. That fool really thought we were going to be together. Just because he had good dick and ate pussy and ass good didn’t mean that I wanted him. His name didn’t carry weight in the streets like Omari’s did.
“Hey, babes.” He opened his eyes and smiled at me.
“Hey, you.” I smiled back.
I quickly sat up in the bed. I knew this was the time for me to lay my plan on the table.
“Mi need to talk to yuh,” I said in a serious tone.
“Wha a gwaan, you good?”
“I’m pregnant with yuh child.” I cut straight to the chase.
“Yuh serious? Mi about fi ‘ave a yute… but wait, how yuh know it’s mine and not Omari’s?”
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