Olivia: Book 2 of the Wife Secrets Series

by Nicety

  “Why the fuck is this bitch at my house, huh? You said she would never come to my fucking place,” Salina woofed in a thick accent as she muffed Carter in the back of his head hard.

  “Bitch, I can go where I wanna go.” I charged at her but was intercepted by Carter’s arm.

  “No you can’t. This is my home, you don’t come to where my daughter lays her head, ho.” Salina tried to reach her long arm around Carter to slap me but I ducked it. “Dickie, com’ here and handle this bitch yo.”

  For some reason I didn’t want to turn around. I knew exactly who she was calling and it was the big burly looking bitch that had approached my car earlier. She had summoned her to the dispute and now I would have to fight both of these trifling sluts. I could only focus on my hidden defense and how I would use them before getting away. My blood pressure was through the roof pumping my heart and making it bounce a mile a minute.

  “Yo, my cousin’s about to fuck you up trick,” Salina threatened, a mad cow expression on her face.

  “No, Salina. This ain’t what this is supposed to be about. Y’all need to stop this shit. Y’all are too grown to be out here fighting. I have to be in both of y’all’s lives so what you need to do is get over it.” Carter thought he was diffusing the situation but in fact he was making it worst.

  “Naw fool. You need to choose who the fuck you want to be with.” I took a note from Salina by muffing him hard in the head as well.

  “Man, I’m not about to deal with this shit right now.”

  No sooner than Carter finished his words did Nina emerge from the car, “Daddy, what’s going on out here?”

  “Shit. Nothing baby, nothing. Listen, why don’t you go in the house and daddy will be there in a minute to read you a story. Okay honey?” Carter turned on his sweetest voice for her. Deep inside it made me wanna puke.

  “Noooooo,” Nina screamed. “I wanna go home with you. I wanna go home with you right now.”

  “Nina, darling—“

  “No! Pay mommy so we can go.”

  “Pay mommy? What does she mean by pay her?” I muffed him again.

  “What’s up cuz?” Dickie had made her way over to the scene, prompting me to duck behind Nina. “This bitch getting dropped or what?”

  I grabbed Nina’s little hand and began escorting her over to my car, “Come with me honey. Your daddy will drive his car behind us and along the way we can stop for ice cream. Okay?”

  “Yay. Com’ on daddy. Pay mommy so we can go.”

  I cringed every time she said that. If only I could cover up her mouth to keep her from doing so. As I loaded Nina into the backseat, I noticed Carter pull out some money from his pocket and hand it over to Salina. She kissed him sweetly and slowly on his lips before reaching for his bulge. She grabbed it gently as she blinked over at me with the most ugly of smirks on her face. Carter turned to lock his eyes on me but refused to address what he knew I had just witnessed and instead turned to walk towards his car. Salina winked her eye at me as she and her stocky cousin walked back towards the apartment complex.

  “Another day bitch. Another day,” I whispered through gritted teeth.

  Chapter 7

  Invalid Love

  Back at home, Carter made sure that Nina was in her room occupied with toys and such before meeting me in the bedroom. I was in no mood to entertain his bullshit. He slid behind me unzipping my blouse from the back. I wanted to stop him. Everything in me told me to stop his fingers right in their tracks before they made it down to the small of my back. My breathing increased deeply as my eyes met with our reflection in the mirror, gazing at just how beautiful we were together. My lips couldn’t speak. They were paralyzed shut. I was rendered helpless with him that close to me, huffing wind from his nostrils. His aura abducted mine and at that moment, it seemed as though I was having an outer body experience.

  “Carter—“

  Before I could speak another word, he unbuttoned and lowered my jeans stopping them just around my hips to reveal a pair of black lace panties. His lips sought out mine, kissing me slowly, nibbling on my bottom fat protrusion.

  “Olivia,” he said. He pulled my tongue further into his mouth, savoring the sweetness of it. “You have the sexiest lips that I can’t get enough of.”

  I responded with a sensual moan, which caused him to kiss me even deeper as he ran his fingers through my flowing curls. My hips gyrated slowly on the hard erection bulging through his pants. He slid one hand down to my panties, pushed them to the side, and inserted a finger into me.

  I threw my head back and held onto him tightly around his neck. He planted patterned kisses on my throat while darting his finger in and out of my pussy. The more he did so, the wetter I became as he moaned to indicate that it was turning him on even as well.

  “Why are you so wet, baby?” he whispered roughly in my ear, kissing it in the process.

  A faint giggle was my response. He groaned at how good my body felt against his, my hands cupping his head and my passionate moans in his ear. His body jerked forward. He realized I had already seduced him in a way that had nothing to do with sex. Just as he manipulated me, I manipulated him hoping for full control of his heart and mind. I wanted to stir his emotions in ways he didn’t have words to comprehend, but for now, all I yearned for was for him to please me and hear more of my breathless moans that he had provoked.

  “Did I do it, baby? Huh? Am I the one making you so damn wet?” He slipped another finger in, pumping them both fast in and out of my slick canal.

  He placed one lone finger over my lips to silence me from speaking. It slid gently off of my lips as he grabbed my chin pulling me into his for one of the most passionate tongue-lashings he had ever given me. Apart of me couldn’t help but wonder if he was learning new shit from her and using them on me.

  He laid me down onto the soft comforter and stretched his long body next to me. With his head casting a dark shadow over mine, he stared deeply into my eyes as he tenderly caressed my cheek with his hand. Every fiber of my being was awake as he ran his hand down the length of my body, each touch sending excitement through my veins. I shuddered as he dragged his lips across my cheek and gently kissed the side of my mouth.

  I was in awe over his tender handling of me as I turned my mouth to his. The tasty sweet essence of his lips stroked mine with an intensity I had never experienced before. My hands rested on his nearly baldhead as he continued ravishing my lips with his as soft moans. Some escaped my mouth as well in unison with his. He moved on top of me pulling my legs up and wrapping them around his waist.

  I closed my eyes so I could better feel his touch on my lips. His kiss deepened as his mouth tasted and pulled on my lips making them swollen. He was kissing me as if he was taking possession over me mind, body, and soul. The moistness between my legs became even slicker as I felt his erection rub against my panties. I met his kisses with more vigor and hunger. The power he had over me was uncanny but he knew just what to do and how to do it to keep under his control.

  “I love you,” he said in an intoxicating tone. “I promise to show you just how much.”

  The passion that erupted in my veins charged through at the intensity of his words. I grasped his shoulders tight to hold onto the roller coaster ride he had me on, as he grabbed a handful of my tits in his hands squeezing for dear life. Then he pulled away from me, slapping me on my thighs as I unleashed a wounded cry.

  “Take them clothes off, girl,” he whispered in a raspy tone.

  I did as I was told quickly. Carter didn’t even bother to unzip his pants or remove his shirt. He simply stood there watching my moves, waiting for…for something. The anticipation of it all had me itching from head to toe for his touch. I couldn’t figure out what his angle was but I dared not speak and anger him. In this type of situation it was Carter’s way or the highway.

  I calmed down, leaned my head back on the bed and patiently awaited his arrival. He was the plane and I was his landing strip ready for him to com
e on in. My legs trembled as my knees quaked. Carter put his head gently on my inner right thigh and became very still. Through the awkward silence, I could hear him sniffing my inner essence taking in its entire sweet smelling aroma.

  His fingers danced against my outer lips arousing my sensations instantly. I moaned faintly as he fiddled my clit slowly and gently. I wanted to feel his tongue. I wanted his dick inside of me. My hormones were raging tenfold and there was nothing I could do to rush him into giving me what I needed. All I could do was sit back and wait.

  “Do you love me, Olivia?” He groaned.

  “Yes, baby. I love you so much.”

  “You’d better.” He slapped my thigh again then stood headed for the master bathroom. “Now, I’ll take care of you when I get back.”

  “Huh?” Confusion spilled all over my face.

  He didn’t even bother to address it, only rising heading straight for the shower to start it as he removed his clothes. My legs came to life, hopping up from the bed ready to jump in the shower with him. As soon as I made it to the door he closed it, locking it in my face. Ugh. He knew how much I hated locked doors. He was fucking with me on purpose. The moistness from my pussy ran down my inner thigh sending me into a roaring frenzy. I was hot and horny and now I was going to have to wait until he was ready in order to get my rocks off. He drove me crazy when he did that shit.

  “Well since we aren’t fucking then we’re gonna talk about this shit, Carter.” My fist banged on the bathroom door hoping it was powerful enough to break it down. “I swear I’m sick of this shit.”

  Chapter 8

  One Hour Later

  “Liv, I’m not about to go through this shit with you right now alright. That is my baby momma and you are about to be my wife. End of discussion.” Carter snapped as he prepared his bag for the night shift at the firehouse.

  “All I’m saying is tell me why she did all that? Huh? And you let her. You let her just grab your shit all out in the public like that.” My lips smacked as I crossed my arms. “You don’t think that shit was disrespectful?”

  “Man, I don’t have no control over what the next person does, Olivia.”

  “That sounds like straight bullshit, Carter. And, what the fuck was the money for? What now you paying her for the pussy and shit?” I moved all in his face not giving a shit about him being late to work or not.

  “Aye, keep your motherfucking voice down. Nina is the other room and she don’t like to be hearing all of this.”

  “Yes, because God forbid we hurt your precious Salina or Nina,” the sarcasm flew from my mouth almost as quickly as Carter’s hand flew up in the air. “Oh so you gon’ hit me now? Gon’ ahead. You bad.”

  “Woman, I don’t have time for this shit right now. I have to get to work and nowhere in my plan today did it include me beating your ass or me going to jail for some stupid shit,” Carter snatched up his bag and headed towards the bedroom door finding his daughter standing right in front of it.

  “Stop fighting.” Nina’s little eyes squinted as she screamed at the top of her lungs, releasing a pitch louder than that of a trained opera singer.

  “Honey, we’re not fighting. We’re merely having an adult conversation.” Carter kneeled down in front of her, stroking her nearly silky hair for comfort.

  “I’m not stupid daddy. I heard you two. I was standing right outside of the door and I’m tired of you both fighting over mommy.” She sucked her thumb for a bit; something that always made me cringe to witness. “Why can’t you and mommy just be together?”

  “Now, Nina, we’ve talked about that. Haven’t we?”

  “Yes, but—“

  “No buts. I’ve gotta go to work so you be a good little angel for me, okay?” He softened his voice as she began to pout. “Listen, Pop Pop’s coming over tonight and you guys are gonna have a ton of fun with Olivia. Right Olivia?”

  “Oodles of fun.” There it was again, the sarcasm. It burned through my comment much like the look Carter shot back at me as I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes.

  Carter kissed Nina on the forehead before skirting out the door without so much as even a goodbye to me. Whenever his daughter was around, I always came second. The world could have been ending and if he had a choice to save her or me, I could bet that my life would end on that day. Nina stood there in her floral sleeveless dress that was puffy at the bottom and her shiny black dress shoes like she was about to go to church somewhere. Her mother often dressed her like a princess, which was probably the bulk reason for her acting like a snobbish spoiled one.

  “Okay honey-pop, it’s just you and me again. Why don’t you go and get changed so we can have some dinner with Pop Pop Key?” I said plopping back on the bed, focusing my thoughts on the ceiling.

  “No.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I said…no.”

  “Nina, go and get changed for dinner please.” Remaining calm and pleasant was the only way anyone got her to do anything they asked, so I made sure I did just that.

  “Didn’t you hear me the first time? I said no. I don’t want to change. I like what I have on now.” Nina popped her neck and waved her little finger, almost making me forget how old she was just then.

  “Fine. We’re having spaghetti and meatballs so if you mess up your pretty little dress then that’s on you.” I smiled, figuring like I had the upper hand.

  “Then you’re gonna wash it,” Nina demanded, still popping her neck.

  I swear it took God and everything that was holy for me not to leap across the room on that little girl. Never had I experienced a child so disrespectful. I was brought up to mind our elders and if we didn’t we got the backhand. So for her to sit there and blatantly be so rude to me was unacceptable. Still, she wasn’t my child and I felt helpless. The last time I spanked her I ended up with death threats being sent to my phone for a week from her bitch of a mother and Carter didn’t come home for a couple of days. I barely grazed her compared to the switch whoopings that I used to get as a child. But they didn’t discipline their child in that way and apparently neither could I. Instead, I had to take several deep breaths before I could address her again.

  “Nina, I don’t have any quarters to wash your dress sweetheart—“

  “So wash it out on your hands. My mommy does it all the time.” Nina didn’t even wait for my reply before she stormed off to her bedroom slamming the door so loudly that it echoed throughout my condo.

  The thoughts that raced through my head only a serial killer would have relished in. Rolling over on my belly, I grabbed one of the small square blue throw pillows from the stack at the head of the bed and bit down into it hard. The screams released into it were well muffled and could only be heard by the only person in the room. It was the only way to relieve some of the stress being bottled up inside of me.

  I thought it would help me to feel a little bit better but I was wrong. I only felt worse. Mostly because I could never voice my real opinions about how I truly felt about being around his daughter. Not only did she get on my nerve, but also every time I looked in her face all I saw was Carter enjoying every last minute that he was on top of Salina making her. The fact of the matter was that deep down inside, I think I hated that little girl.

  Chapter 9

  Ol’ Disrespectful Ass

  The dinner table was silent, mostly because of the unspoken tension in the room. It was so thick only a chainsaw could cut through it. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at Nina after I placed her plate in front of her. Key was upset that after many failed attempts, his son hadn’t came to the conclusion that he just wanted to spend a little time with his only child before he left this earth. Key was in pitch perfect health, though. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon but the hurt in his long face as he used his fork to fiddle meatballs let me know that he probably wished he were.

  “More wine Key?” I asked solemnly.

  “Yes please,” he responded turning his attention to his granddaughte
r. “So, are you speaking to me today?”

  “Hi,” Nina replied focusing on the mountain she was building with her spaghetti.

  “We haven’t seen each other in a month and that’s all you have to say to me? Hmm, take after your father, I see.” Key shook his head and twirled a round of spaghetti noodles on his fork.

  “What is there to say? You don’t send me presents anymore, only money. I don’t want money. Mommy takes the money and buys what she needs and I have to wait until later to get what I want. You don’t care enough to buy me what I ask for,” Nina grumbled.

  “Nina, you will not talk to your Pop Pop that way,” I scolded, pointing in her face.

  “Naw, it’s okay. She’s been given the right to have an opinion so let her have it,” Key interjected. “Why don’t you ask your mommy why she can’t give you your money so you can buy whatever it is you want? Why does she control you if no one else does?”

  “Because she’s my mommy and I love her. She can do what she wants. But you all…you all are peasants underneath my feet. You are only here to worship me. I’m the kid.”

  My eyebrow rose as I poured a heaping amount of wine in my glass and guzzled it before anyone noticed me pouring another round. My ears were bleeding from the words that little girl shot out of her mouth just then. I was shocked and appalled, wondering if Key was going to take his hand and slap it across her behind a few times and tell her to mind her manners. Being the upstanding man that I knew him to be, I figured he would never.

  “The world owes you nothing, Nina, and neither do we. You just keep living and you will soon find that out and be gravely disappointed.