SIDECHICK: CATCHING FEELINGS

by K NICOLE

  When I glanced back up, Diah was dragging Roman our way. Literally dragging him because he wasn’t trying to be around me or Zeus. That still bothered me. Two brothers at odds because of me.

  “Hey guys!” she called out over the loud music. Instead of speaking, Roman sat down two seats down, pulled out stacks and tossed bills at the strippers who flocked to him, bent over and started shaking their asses and pussies at him. Diah left us for her husband. He handed her a stack and she started enjoying herself.

  Me and Diah both danced to the music, tossed some bills, but I was drinking and smoking weed, and of course she couldn’t. Being in the club with Zeus was a vibe. He made sure I was having fun and stayed near me. He didn’t leave me to do his own thing, like Roman was doing Diah. She followed behind him like a lost puppy, and I felt bad for her. I really did.

  I was drunk. Me feet were now hurting, Zeus was looking zaddyish and I wanted to go have drunk sex and sleep in his arms. Diah and Roman left about ten minutes ago. To be honest, she should have stayed home because this was not a pregnant woman’s scene. It was crowded and there was just too much smoke in the air. I get that she wanted to be with her man, hell, probably keep an eye on him, but she knew better. Diah was ready to go earlier than Roman wanted and you could tell he was annoyed. They were most likely going to be arguing tonight. I could tell.

  I’m glad it was them and not me and Zeus. I wanted to suck Zeus while he drove back to the hotel, but with us being under the influence, he had to be careful to get us home safely and the safety of others as well.

  “Damn, I wasn’t planning on getting this wasted. Should have taken a UBER,” he mumbled, once we made it to the hotel. “I don’t ever drive this fucked up but I’m glad we’re safe and everybody in the streets.”

  See, that’s what I loved about this man. He was thoughtful as fuck. Tonight, I was going to show him how grateful I was for him.

  DIAH

  “Why the fuck are you so grouchy?” I asked my husband.

  Roman hit the steering wheel which caused me to jump. I know he had been drinking and smoking, but this was a different Roman I was in the car with.

  “You complained the whole time Diah! I nigga couldn’t enjoy himself!”

  Was this nigga drunk talking to me like this? Roman had never raised his voice at me like this and it just threw me waaay off. It….no, he….really surprised me.

  “Excuse me?” I shrieked, rolling my neck and taking my heels off at the same time. I didn’t give a damn if they were Red Bottoms, I threw them in the corner of the hotel room and charged at him, getting in his face. “How dare you talk to me like that!”

  “Maaaan, get out my face Diah. Next time just stay your ass at home until I take you somewhere where you can relax. You had no business up in there anyway with all that damn smoke. Just wanted to watch a nigga ‘cus you think I’m moving foul, but I’m not bro,” he spat. “Trippin’.”

  Roman didn’t give me a chance to respond. He turned his back on me and marched to the bathroom and slammed the door. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. This wasn’t even worth getting worked up over and losing my baby. I just needed to calm down and just keep my distance. I had to pee and shower because I wasn’t getting in the bed smelling stripper’s ass and smoke. Since I was complaining like he said, he could enjoy the rest of the trip and just leave me the hell alone.

  I heard the shower start and I rolled my eyes. Stomping towards the bathroom, I opened it and rushed to the toilet because I had to use it. Roman was peeling out of clothes. Usually I’d join him, but tonight I was giving him the space he wanted. Fuck him.

  __________

  The side Roman had slept on was empty when I woke up. No signs of him in the room at all. It was quiet. Wiping my eyes, I glanced at the hotel’s alarm clock, and it was 8:46 A.M. It was still early, but then I remembered the real reason we were in Miami. Him and Zeus had the meeting with their plug.

  Easing out of bed because I had to pee, I padded to the bathroom to handle my business and then I was getting back in the damn bed. Just like my bed at home, this bed was comfortable, and I was still sleepy. I wasn’t too hungry right now and the longer I stayed up and did not eat, I would feel sick.

  After washing my hands, I hopped back in bed and grabbed my phone to scroll social media and read my emails until I fell back asleep. For some reason, I couldn’t go back. I watched a little LMN until it was ten and then ordered some breakfast.

  I was now two months and my appetite was growing daily and I wasn’t as sick as I was in the beginning. One thing for sure, I was getting my tubes tied whether Roman wanted me to or not. My body was tired of carrying all these kids, shit. My stomach was starting to show the pregnancy and I just felt all alone. Roman was so distant and it was starting to get to me.

  When my waffles, scrambled eggs, bacon, grits, and orange juice arrived, I ate while watching TV. Being cooped up in the room was ideal for this trip, but I would rather be alone than arguing with Roman. He literally got mad because I was ready to go last night when he wasn’t. It was as if he had forgotten I was his damn wife. I don’t know, maybe I’m overthinking it, but it really did appear as if he was lusting after those dancers. Pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind, I enjoyed my food and then got up to shower. I took my time and relaxed my entire mind with steam surrounding me. It was right then and there when I made up my mind to go out in Miami by myself. Perri was with her man and that would be selfish of me to see if she wanted to hang out and take her from him. Sighing, I rinsed off and stepped out. I almost jumped out of my skin seeing Roman sitting on the bed enthralled by his phone. He didn’t even look up when I entered the room.

  It’s unbelievable how you can think you were happily married until you get that feeling that it’s crumbling and you’re not happy anymore. You can wake up and not want to be married anymore. That is how I felt Roman was feeling right now. If it was true, he could get to stepping because I wasn’t in the business to keep no man that wasn’t happy.

  After drying my body off, I rubbed on lotion and then went right back into the bathroom to wash my face and fix my hair up.

  Can y’all believe this nigga was gone when I emerged from the bathroom. Roman left again without telling me where he was going. Now that had my mind wondering if he had a bitch here in Miami that he was seeing. First, he didn’t want me to come along. Now, he was disappearing without as much as a “I’ll be back.” Something was off and when I saw his face again, I was gon’ ask! Fuck that! I was his fuckin’ wife and the one who he was supposed to be loyal to!

  With my hair done, lashes, and glossed lips, I slid my feet into my Chanel sandals after putting on this all white summer dress I bought from Fashion Nova. I spritzed my body down with some Chanel Eau Tendre and grabbed my Chanel cross body. I was looking and smelling good. If this was how my husband wanted to play, I could too, pregnant and everything. I was sure when I stepped out of this hotel room, I was bound to turn heads.

  ZEUS

  The meeting with Draco went as expected. Me and Roman damn near threw hands. He wanted to switch up shit that we’d been doin’ for a minute all because he was in his feelings. He needed to go ahead and let that hurt go.

  At the end of the day, Draco agreed with me and that really set Roman off. The nigga left before the meeting was even over, disrespecting Draco who didn’t take disrespect lightly. He went off and wanted me to cut Roman out of everything and I just couldn’t do that. My brother still had a family to feed regardless of the bullshit, but if he ever did some shady shit that compromised how we got our bread, then I would handle him accordingly.

  Back at the room, it was a little after ten and Perri was still ass naked and sprawled out on her stomach, asleep. We fucked at least three times last night. I wore that pussy out. Her still being asleep wasn’t a surprise to me at all. If Perry wasn’t up walking crooked when she woke up, I didn’t do my job.

  It was almost eleven so while she slept, I went ahead and or
dered breakfast before they closed it down until lunch. Now that business was out of the way, me and Perri could enjoy Miami together until we left on Monday.

  Perri stirred when I hung up the phone and then her eyes popped open. She gave me a lazy smile that made my heart beat a little faster than it normally did. I guess this is what happens when you’re in love ‘n shit. Damn. Was I in love with her? I shook that thought out of my head because that was something I wasn’t ready for. Nah, not yet.

  “Good morning,” I spoke first.

  Perri cleared her throat and replied, “Good morning bae. How did the meeting go?”

  I removed my shoes and climbed back in bed with Perri. She scooted over and placed her head on my chest. Wrapping an arm around her, I kissed the top of her head.

  “It was aight. Almost had to whoop Roman’s ass but business got handled regardless.”

  Perri groaned and slapped her forehead. “When is this going to end?” With my face scrunched up, I peered down at her.

  “Even if it doesn’t, that shit ain’t got nothin’ to do with me and you. That’s his ass in his damn feelings.” I removed my arm from around her and stood up because there was a knock at the door. It had to be room service and they were just in time ‘cus my stomach was rumbling.

  I opened the door and retrieved the cart with our food on it. Shit smelled so good, I was ready to smash. This morning I only had a kolache from Draco’s crib. That nigga always had his maid have some type of food for us when we had meetings, but this morning I had just wanted to chop it up and get out of there.

  “Let me go get cleaned up,” Perri said, rolling out of bed and slipping on her Versace robe. Her orange hair was all over head and she pulled it all up on her head and put it in a messy bun. I watched her move across the room to the bathroom. Fine ass.

  __________

  We were out doing some shopping at The Shops of Midtown Miami. The sun was beaming down on us and it was draining, but it beats being in the room not doing shit. I mean we could be fucking but we could do when we made it back in. I did have a surprise for Perri that I had been working on all week. This shit was better than a trip to Miami. She was gon’ be surprised as hell that a nigga went out his way. I wanted to show my girl that I wasn’t all business and that I could make time for her too. This Miami shit wasn’t nothing compared to the surprise.

  “Is that Diah?” I heard Perri ask, snapping me out of my thoughts. I squinted to see what she was seeing because the sun was in my eyes ‘n shit. Shielding them with a hand, they landed on Diah, coming out of Gucci. I waited to see if Roman was going to appear behind her, but he didn’t. I knew Diah could hold her own if needed, but she was out shopping on her own in a city that wasn’t her own and she was out here with that nigga. That shit was crazy. She wore a sundress that hugged her figure and I noticed her stomach showing signs of pregnancy.

  “Diah!” I called out, and her head snapped my way. A smile appeared on her face when she noticed Perri was by my side. I knew I was wrong for bringing my brother’s ex side chick around his wife, but I wasn’t forcing them to have a relationship. When and if Diah does find out, she was gon’ hate a nigga.

  “Hey y’all,” she greeted us, when she approached. “I figured y’all would be laid up in the room.”

  “Hell nah. We didn’t come to Miami to do just that. ‘Sup? Where’s ya husband?” I inquired, still looking behind her to see if he’d pop up. Diah smacked her lips.

  “He wasn’t there when I woke up, but he was after I showered. When I went back to the bathroom to do my hair, his ass was gone again. Some trip,” she chuckled sarcastically.

  “That’s fucked up. He was at the meeting this morning, but I can’t tell you where he is now ‘cus I don’t know.”

  “You wouldn’t tell me anyway, Zeus,” snorted Diah. “You’re loyal to your brother.” Perri shifted beside me as I just kept my mouth closed. “Anyway, what are y’all about to get into? It’s hotter than hell out here.”

  I glanced over at Perri. I knew she was somewhat still uncomfortable around Diah, but I couldn’t allow my sis-in-law to be out here by herself. Niggas be crazy everywhere. I was pretty sure she had her strap in her purse, but she also had a crazy ass brother that wouldn’t mind poppin’ a nigga in the daylight.

  “We’re about to go somewhere and eat. I know yo’ ass is hungry so you can come with us. How’d you get here anyway, Uber?” I asked Diah.

  “Yeah. I don’t want to impose on y’alls alone time.”

  “You’re fine. We get alone time a lot,” Perri giggled.

  I was glad my lil’ baby spoke up.

  “Okay then. Sure. It doesn't matter to me where we go. I’ll eat,” Diah said, and we started walking to the rental.

  I was grinding my damn teeth. Diah could smile and shit all she wanted, but I could tell she was bothered and unhappy. Yeah, I was gon’ have to fuck Roman up.

  ROMAN

  My eyes rolled to the back of my head as this bitch sucked me off. It was this dancer that I met at the club last night. I had peeped her out and when she had gone to the bathroom, I had followed her. It didn’t take much smooth talkin’ to get her number.

  She was bad. Thick ass redbone with a huge ass. Long weave flowed down her back. Big ass lips that were wrapped tightly around my dick right now. She had my dick wet, slurping ‘n shit.

  I wasn’t expecting ole girl to hit me up when I had made it back to the room and Diah was up, but I wasn’t passing this shit up. Once she slipped back in the bathroom, I slipped out. She probably cussed my ass out, but I had left a few stacks on the bed so she could enjoy herself today. One thing about Diah, she loved to shop. She’d look over this shit.

  “Shit girl,” I groaned. “Get up so I can get some pussy. What’s your name anyway?”

  Plopping my dick out of her mouth, she smiled as she wiped the spit from her lips. “Jimya.”

  I nodded and repeated her name. Not being shy at all, she stripped out of her clothes. I mean, if she would have played that shy shit with me, I would have reminded her what she did every night.

  Once Jimya was ass naked, I removed all of my clothes and a condom from my wallet. Fuck, if Diah ever went in my wallet and saw that shit, she’d know that I hadn’t been faithful to her because it was obvious me and her didn’t use protection.

  Once the barrier was on, I turned Jimya around and pushed her down onto the bed on all fours and stuffed my dick inside of her. Her shit was aight. It wasn’t grippin’ my hit like I wanted it to, but I fucked her in this same position with her screaming and moaning until I busted a nut and then I left.

  Glancing at my diamond gold Rolex, I noticed it was after four. I had to get back to the room to check on my wife to see if she was hungry. If she was, she could have ordered room service like she did this morning for breakfast, but I needed to check in with her anyway.

  Last night, seeing my brother and Perri at the strip club they knew my ass would be at, triggered something in me. I had taken my anger out on my wife and was still pissed when I woke up this morning. Plus, Diah was fuckin’ up my mood by complaining and shit.

  I knew my way to the hotel without GPS; I bobbed and weaved through the thick Miami traffic. The sun was setting and that’s when it was really beautiful. I needed to go wash my dick and then maybe I’ll take Diah out on the town if she was in the mood. That nut didn’t tire me at all. Loose ass pussy.

  Parking at the hotel, I hopped out and jogged to the entrance. I braced myself because Diah could go left on my ass. This morning we didn’t even speak to one another. I could have easily told her that I was sorry, but I was still on one.

  I used the keycard and swiped it against the pad. Cold air hit me as I opened the door. It was dark in the room. The curtains weren’t drawn back. Just dark. My eyes tried to adjust to see if Diah was in the bed, but I couldn’t tell so I turned the light on. Empty. She wasn’t in the room and the bathroom light was off. Wondering where her ass was at, I was kind of happy she wa
sn’t here so I could jump in the shower and get fresh without her questioning me. She may still question my outfit change, but I could always come up with a quick lie.

  Diah wasn’t in the room when I stepped out of the shower. After I dried my body and put on my clothes which were just basketball shorts and a black t-shirt, I sat down on the unmade bed and picked up my phone to hit her line. My fucking face screwed up when it kept going to voicemail everytime I called her ass.

  Yo, wya?

  Staring at my phone, I waited for a message from Diah to pop up. After four minutes and nothing, I called her again. Voicemail. It didn’t ring at all. She sent me to voicemail or blocked me.

  “Fuck shit she on?” I asked myself out loud. I knew Diah was probably pissed at me, but she was carrying my child too. I needed to know where she was at all times. Pulling up Instagram, I navigated straight to her page to see if she slipped up and posted her location or anything that would give me a clue to where she was at and maybe who she was with.

  Who was she with? Shit, Diah didn’t know anyone out here but…

  Ah hell nah. I wasn’t about to hit up Zeus or Perri to ask if Diah was with them. Running my hands down my face, I let out an agitated grunt and stood to fix the bed so I could relax and order some food to the room because I wasn’t getting back out tonight. Diah would show up when she was out of her mood.

  DIAH

  “I don’t know why he keeps calling me! He wasn’t worried about me hours ago!” I smacked, blocking Roman really quick. He was going to be pissed but that was the plan. I wanted him to feel the pain...the anger that I had been feeling when he abandoned me at the room to do God knows what.