Thug Matrimony

by Wahida Clark

  “So … I’m just trying to figure out how to apologize to Red. I did her dirty. Real dirty. I need you, my nigga. And I know yo ass is too evil to die, so snap outta this bull-shit ass coma. This shit is for pussies. What? You doin’ this shit on purpose? Well, joke’s over, playboy. I gotta go, man,” he said, looking at his Rolex. “But I’ll be back. My wife said I have to be home by eleven. This time if I don’t do it, I really think she’s going to kill me. I told you she got me spooked, dawg. I can tell she is fed up with my ass.” He balled Trae’s fist up and gave him a pound. “I’m out.”

  Angel hung up her phone, then picked it back up to call Tasha.

  “Hello.”

  “It’s me.” Angel’s voice cracked.

  “I know your voice. Your man just left. He looks so bad I couldn’t even curse his ass out. I’m starting to feel a little sorry for the fool.” When she didn’t get a response from Angel she said, “Are you there?”

  “I’m here. Why can’t he tell me that?” She wiped the tears off her cheeks.

  “Tell you what?”

  “He told Trae that he fucked up and don’t know how to make it right. He said he loves me and he’s been staying at Mama Santos’s.”

  “You heard all this?”

  “Yeah. The dummy didn’t turn off his phone.”

  Tasha chuckled. “You gonna say sumthin?”

  “Hell no!” Angel immediately snapped back into bitch mode. “I’m not done torturing his ass!”

  Tasha laughed. “Who are you?”

  “I’m Angel Santos, bitch!”

  Chapter 6

  It was eight in the morning and Kaylin was seated on the couch waiting for Angel. They were on the way to her first prenatal visit.

  “Red, c’mon. I fixed you sumthin to eat. Plus, we need to get going,” he yelled upstairs.

  He was still a little ticked because of the his and hers beds in the master bedroom. Then on top of that she had the nerve to say that the beds weren’t comfortable and she ended up sleeping in the guest bedroom on the queen-sized bed for the last two nights.

  She finally came strolling down the steps. When he looked her over his anger softened up … a lot.

  She posed in front of him, to tease him and remind him of what he was missing, with one hand resting on her hip, looking like a runway model. She was clad in a chocolate-brown Yves Saint Laurent suit. The short-sleeve jacket was accented by a sleeveless, big-collar oxford blouse. The skirt halted right above her knees, showing off those bare, smooth legs and sculpted calves that Kaylin loved to squeeze and caress. His gaze traveled down to the chocolate-brown Christian Louboutin stilettos.

  “Are you supposed to be wearing those shoes?” he snapped.

  “Oh, please, Kaylin. I’m not even showing yet. Well, a little. But the only thing getting bigger is my ass.” She walked away from him, going into the kitchen.

  She opened the refrigerator, grabbed a quart of orange juice, a banana nut muffin, and a pineapple yogurt. She placed everything in her lunch container and turned off the kitchen light. “Are you ready?”

  “I fixed you breakfast,” Kaylin told her, not wanting to believe that she didn’t even acknowledge the gesture, let alone eat the meal he got up extra early to cook.

  “Thanks, but I’m not hungry yet. I grabbed sumthin to snack on.”

  “Now, if I would have tried some shit like that, I’d be the dirtiest nigga in the world. Am I right?”

  “Kaylin … never mind. Come here and let me fix your tie.” She decided against going toe-to-toe with him on that issue. Because he was right. Plus, she was excited about her first prenatal visit. She had set her purse and the lunch container down on top of the coffee table and was adjusting his tie. “You look nice.” This was the closest she had been to him since the night he was drunk and tried to take the pussy.

  Her being so close up on him, where he could feel her and smell her, made him want to grab her, hug her, and kiss her. “What? You trying to choke a nigga?”

  “No, not at this moment. Actually, you look too good to choke.” The two days he spent chilling around the house did him good. On top of that he was wearing one of several Brioni suits. It was deep chocolate like her suit, white shirt, diamond cuff links, and matching tailor-made ostrich-skin shoes. “But we will stop at your barber’s after my doctor’s appointment. You need a shapeup. Now.” She stood back and admired her handiwork. “We are ready to go.”

  Kaylin was seated in a chair in the corner as he intently watched Dr. Shelly T. McCombs give his wife her first prenatal exam. Angel’s suit was draped across one of his thighs. He was telling himself that Angel was smart for getting a female obstetrician, because he wouldn’t allow an old white man, or an old black man for that matter, digging all in his wife’s coochie as he sat there and watched like a punk.

  “Oh my,” Dr. McCombs said as she probed around inside Angel. “According to the day that you said you were impregnated you are eight weeks. Everything feels fine in here.” She pulled her fingers out, snatched off the rubber gloves, and trashed them. “You can rest your legs but remain lying down. I’ll do the ultrasound so that Daddy over there can listen to the baby’s heartbeat.” She went over to the sink, washed her hands, and put on another pair of gloves.

  Kaylin draped Angel’s suit across the chair and came over to Angel. He grabbed her hand and caressed it as Dr. McCombs squeezed the cool gel on her stomach.

  “Oh!” Angel giggled.

  “Sorry about that. Forgot to warn you that it was going to be a little cool.”

  “A little?” Angel teased. “That was ice!”

  “It was not!” Dr. McCombs reached over and turned on the machine. “Now let’s find this little bugger. Plus, we’ll find out exactly how far along you are.”

  Angel was still as Kaylin looked on. Faintly above the swooshing sounds they heard the heartbeat.

  “Baby! Can you hear it?” Angel squealed.

  “I hear my baby.” He kissed her hand.

  “Sounds good and strong. What do the proud parents want it to be?”

  They both said, “Girl.”

  “I see. A good choice, and we’ll be able to find out in a couple of months. Or would you guys rather wait?” Dr. McCombs teased. “We want to know,” Kaylin told her as Angel grinned, still tickled about hearing the baby’s heartbeat.

  Dr. McCombs dried off Angel’s stomach and told her to get dressed. She and Kaylin then watched a ten-minute video on prenatal care and participated in a fifteen-minute counseling session. They walked out of the doctor’s office hand in hand.

  As Kaylin sat in the barber’s chair, Angel was on the phone. She was able to set up a one-thirty luncheon with two Reggaeton artists, Papi Chulo and Suavecito Rico, along with their manager. The manager was trying to sign them up as a package deal, for whatever reason, and Angel needed to find out why.

  Kaylin, as well as every other nigga, watched and drooled while she paced back and forth on those stilettos and wheeled and dealed.

  As soon as she closed up her cell, a young kid walked over to her. Kaylin watched him through the mirror.

  “Excuse me, ma’am. Can you please listen to my demo? I swear to you, it’s fire!”

  Angel glanced over at Kaylin, who nodded at her. “How old are you?”

  “Sixteen.”

  “Sixteen! You look younger than that. Are you sure you’re sixteen?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Angel smiled at his mannerisms. “What’s your name?”

  “Lupe Black.”

  “Lupe Black,” Angel repeated.

  Lupe Black whipped out a business card attached to his demo and handed it to her. “Hit me up anytime, ma’am.”

  “How did you know to give me your demo?”

  “I heard you choppin’ it up on the business tip and then I recognized Big Kay over there and put two and two together. I figured that you was Miss Kay and I always travel with my demo, so boom. I got at you. Thank you, ma’am.”

/>   “You’re welcome.”

  He walked over to Kaylin and held out his fist to give Kaylin a pound. “The streets are feeling you, Big Money.”

  “Oh yeah?” Kaylin was surprised at this young cat and liked his style.

  “Word.”

  “You still in school, shorty?”

  “Yeah and no,” he stated as he backed out of the barbershop and was gone.

  Game Over Records was located on the tenth floor inside the new Time Warner Building on Columbus Circle. Kaylin was anxious for it to start paying for itself. Kaylin and Angel stepped onto the elevator looking and feeling like a million dollars. Hearing the baby’s heartbeat was an adrenaline rush for both of them. Angel glanced at Kaylin behind her and noticed that crooked tie again.

  “Hold this.” She shoved her purse and now-empty lunch container into his hands and began adjusting his tie.

  “You know I love you, right?” His comment, of course, caught her off guard. She brushed a few hairs off his ears and took her bag and the lunch container from him. He pressed up against her, his lips to her ear, and repeated, “You know I love you, right? I love you more than anything.”

  “Whatever, nigga. Don’t even front. Ain’t shit changed. Same shit, different day,” she mumbled as she tried to lean away from him but couldn’t.

  He lightly kissed her ear, her cheek, and had moved down to her neck when the elevator opened. Kaylin wouldn’t let her go, so they walked slowly off the elevator as if they were glued together. With each step Angel could feel his dick pressing up against her ass.

  “Okay, you can let me go now,” Angel told him as they entered the office of Game Over.

  “Whatever, nigga,” he mocked her.

  “Oh, you got jokes now?”

  “Whatever, nigga.”

  Everyone was trying not to look, but were looking at the couple who didn’t get married last weekend. No one really knew what to expect … definitely, no one was expecting them to come into the office all hugged up like this. All bets were lost.

  Still entangled, they stopped in front of Bobbi, who ran the receptionist desk and ran it well. Bobbi was Puerto Rican and black like Kaylin. She was about five seven, with carmel complexion and jet-black curly hair that was always cut short. Her eye shadow and lipstick always matched her blouse. Her small beady eyes smiled up at the couple.

  “Hi, Bobbi,” Angel said, taking the stack of messages she was handing to her.

  “Hi, Miss Angel. Mr. Santos.”

  “Hey, guys.” Dashae came over. She was their personal assistant. “Can I get you guys anything?” Dashae was almost six feet, dark as coal, smooth skin, and bright white teeth. Every day her locks were styled different. But today they hung past her shoulders.

  “No, we’re all right for now,” Kaylin responded as he continued looking over Angel’s shoulder as she separated the messages, making a pile for him, one for her, and putting the most urgent ones on top. Then there were those that he told her to arrange for a teleconference.

  Bobbi was busy handling the switchboard as they finally walked away. Kaylin was still holding on tight to Angel’s waist. He fished out his keys and unlocked his office door. As soon as they stepped inside he shut it and locked it.

  “Kaylin, don’t do this to me. You’re not fuckin’ with me no more like this, remember?”

  “I’m sorry, baby.” He was licking her neck, easing his hand down her skirt. “I miss you … I miss us,” he whispered and gently rubbed her clit, causing her to surrender.

  Back atop his chest, he began rubbing her stomach and planting firm but tender kisses on her neck.

  Angel let out a moan. Something she had not done since that day … the wedding day. But now his lips had her feeling and getting caught up in the moment, melting in his arms.

  “I love you, Red,” he mumbled as he began unbuttoning her blouse.

  His scent overtook her. The office smelled just like him. Where her color scheme was black and burgundy, his was black and forest green. Her knees got weak and that meant that it was time for her to go.

  She wiggled out of his embrace when she heard him lock the door. “Why am I in here? Why are you locking the door?” she snapped.

  Kaylin said, “I want to talk.”

  “Whatever, nigga. I bet you do.”

  Kaylin knew he was busted as he watched her hurry toward the door.

  “Hold up.” He grabbed her around the waist. With her back in his chest, he began….

  She tossed the lunch container and purse onto the sofa, barely missing. The messages rained all over the floor.

  Easing her bra over her nipple, he began playing with it, rolling it between his thumb and middle finger, just the way she liked it. Hearing the way she was moaning brought a sly grin to his face, letting him know that he was on point. Got her! Sliding his hand up her thigh, he used his knee to spread her legs while he began rubbing her pussy through her wet panties.

  “Baby,” she cooed as she wiggled her ass against his hard dick while grinding against his hand. He slipped two fingers inside her panties and began massaging her clit. The shit he was doing to her made her pussy so wet, her entire body began to jerk. And the harder he pressed her clit, the louder she squealed, telling him the better it felt.

  “Does this pussy still want Daddy?” he breathed in her ear, as she was on the verge of cumming.

  She couldn’t speak.

  “Whose is it?”

  “It’s … all yours, Papi.” She grunted y-yes as her juices squirted all over his hands.

  As she caught her breath Kaylin took this opportunity to ease off her blouse and toss it onto the couch. He pushed a stack of papers over on his desk, picked her up, and sat her on top, sliding off her panties at the same time. He unzipped his zipper and she slid his pants and boxers down. He unsnapped her bra, and before he could get the straps over her shoulders good, he was sucking and biting on her nipples.

  “Mmmmmmmmm,” Angel moaned as she gently pushed him back, squeezing and massaging his throbbing dick with both hands. She slid closer to the edge of the desk and roughly grabbed his ass and began with both hands.

  “Damn, baby,” he grunted. “That’s the shit I’m talkin’ ‘bout. Ssss-shit.”

  “This is my dick.” Angel squeezed harder. It was now her turn to take control.

  “This dick … ssss … fuck, baby … just like that.”

  “It’s Mami’s, right, Papi?”

  “D-damn … right.” he stuttered as she gently massaged his nuts.

  “Nigga, act like it.” She released her magic grip, leaned back, and propped one of her stilettos up on the desk. She pulled his dick to her pussy and began rubbing the head up and down her hot, juicy pussy, teasing them both.

  Kaylin was enjoying the view of seeing his big long dick being handled between her small French-manicured fingers.

  “Ok-kay. This … feels soooooo damn good. Oh … yes!” she screamed as her body spazzed. She kept the dick on her clit, riding her orgasm higher and higher.

  “Miss Angel, Dell Gindhart from Puma is on line four for you,” Bobbi’s voice belted out over the intercom.

  “Fuck!” Kaylin spat.

  “Oh, shit!” Angel gasped and shook as she tried to catch her breath. She had a smirk on her face as she gently pushed Kaylin back and slid down off the desk. Two for me, zero for him. Now who’s on point? He was standing there with a rock-hard dick in his hands. She clumsily fastened her bra and snatched her shirt up off the couch. She wobbled over to Kaylin’s desk to press the speakerphone button. Her knees were still weak from the two toe-curling, much-needed orgasms she had.

  “Dell, hi, how are you? I have Mr. Santos here with me.” Angel began fixing her clothes.

  “Dell, what’s good?” He rolled his eyes up in his head, wanting to tell his ass to call back after he busted his nut.

  “Hey, guys, we just FedExed over some paperwork for New Day. Look it over and get back with me. It should be satisfactory to you guys, but eit
her way talk to us. We really want to do business with your company and not just New Day. My people are liking your vision, Mr. Santos.”

  “Is that a good thing?” Kaylin joked, his eyes never leaving Angel. He was pissed that he had to put his dick away.

  “You bet it is. Like I said, just have Ms. Smith look it over and we’ll take it from there. Talk to you soon.”

  Angel disconnected the call and hit the front desk button.

  “Yes, Miss Angel?”

  “Bobbi, as soon as a FedEx from Puma arrives let me know. If I’m not here let Mr. Santos know.” Angel disconnected Bobbi, pumped her fist in the air, and squealed, “Y-y-yes!”

  “Good job, baby.” Kaylin had to give her her props. “Do you know what it means to have such a big company endorse a small label and a new artist? It’s unheard of in this business. You are doing your thang and we’re just getting started,” he said in admiration.

  Angel’s heart was beating a mile a minute. If the contracts were to her specifications, that would be their first joint venture, possibly worth millions and the opening to many more deals. She planned on putting Puma back on the map and New Day on it. “I’ma bad bitch!”

  “Yes, you are. And I’m the shit for having you on my team,” he said as he grabbed her hands, pulling her close and massaging her ass. She was still trying to talk or rather celebrate as he covered her mouth with his, kissing her deep and long. Coming up for air, he whispered, “Let’s finish where we left off.”

  “You want some of this phat, juicy, pregnant pussy, don’t you?” she teased.

  “Baby, you know there’s nothing I want more, right now.”

  “You’re going to keep on wanting it as long as I don’t have my wedding ring.” She pushed him away.

  “Red.” He looked as if he was just kicked in the nuts.