“I love you too Jaycion. I have always loved you even if I had a fucked up way of showing it…”
Chapter Seventeen
Elsie
Dear Elijah,
I waited last to write your letter because every time I attempted to write it, I stopped because the emotions that hit me were just too much. I have always loved you but if I have to be totally honest I would say that the love you have for me doesn’t quite compare to the love that I have for you. You seem to love me unconditionally. I love you the same way but I must admit my selfish ways block me at times for loving the people in my life to the fullest. I used to blame my parents, but now it’s just my fault.
Elijah…if you reading this then…I’m dead.
“I must be crazy for meeting you up here,” Corrine said as she stepped into my office. I put away my letter ignoring the fact that she didn’t fucking knock on my door, and I looked at her. Corrine was Elijah’s ex-wife and also the mother of his kids. Corrine was beautiful in a very plain, soccer mom sort of way. She had always had a thing for Elijah, even when we were all in high school together. I was extremely hurt when I found out in New York that he had married her, because a part of me had always wondered if they were messing around in school because she would be all up on him every chance she got, but to this day, he swears that they weren’t.
I sat back in my seat and licked my lips. I was feeling like hell and really just wanted to go to home and go to bed, but my health, unbeknownst to my family was getting much worse and I woke up with Elijah heavily on my heart. I thought of him being alone after my death and I cried so hard that it took Elijah several minutes to calm me down. When you’re faced with death you start to think about life so very differently. Even though Elijah was my boyfriend when he married Corrine, I continued to be with him afterwards, up until I left him for his best friend Aiden that I later went on to marry. A big fucking mess is what it was.
Elijah loved me more than I loved him and well Corrine loved him more than he loved her. I love him so much and what I want is for him to not be alone.
“Hi Corrine, how is it being back in Michigan?” I asked taking in her appearance. She was wearing fitted jeans with a black top and even though it was plain, her curvy body filled it out perfectly. She might have been plain which was fine because hell, every woman wasn’t into fashion, but she was beautiful also, very beautiful. The look her slanted eyes gave me told me that she really didn’t wanna be here.
“Elsie what the fuck do you want? I have to go pick up my kids in a minute,” she said with an attitude.
“Look Corrine I’m trying to be nice,” I said reminding her ass to put that attitude in check. Corrine laughed and ran a hand through her layered brown hair.
“Bitch you got a lot of nerve calling me here and I’m stupid for coming. I heard Elijah telling my kids that you were sick so I figured that you was calling me to make amends before you died since you did had an affair with my husband.” I smirked at her when I really wanted to stab her fucking eye out with my Tiffany’s ball point pen that I twirled in my hand.
“Damn Corrine, Elijah married you not me. Do you really feel that I should go to hell for fucking your husband? He was the one that made the vow to you. I was with him first Corrine. You knew that when you sucked his dick enough for him to hit that shit raw and get you pregnant. Yes, I know your ass was knocked up when he got married to you. You tried to trap him and it still wasn’t enough, so don’t be mad at me because I didn’t stop getting shit that was already mine to begin with,” I snapped back, just having to remind her ass of the truth. Corrine jumped up and rushed to the door. I quickly stood up and went after her. I caught up with her in the hallway and grabbed her small arm.
“Corrine, I really need to talk to you, damn. Can we talk for just a moment?” I asked her feeling a little nauseous. Corrine looked at me with narrowed eyes and sighed. I let her arm go and we went back to my office. As we sat down my cell phone began to ring and Sade’s “Your Love is King” began to play. Corrine’s eyes looked down at my gold six plus and then they shifted away. I silenced Elijah’s call and looked at her.
“So I guess you two are back to being happy? How he managed to still want you after you married Aiden, is lost on me but hey, I guess some men don’t mind sharing pussy,” she said nastily. I knew she was just hurt so I decided to let her comment slide. No matter what she said it really didn’t matter to me at this point any way. I cleared my throat and looked at her.
“Corrine trust and believe, when I woke up this morning I had no clue that you would be sitting in front of me. Yes, Elijah and I are very happy but my sickness is weighing heavily on me….hell, no one knows how bad it is but me and my doctor. I’m never going to stop fighting but I have to prepare for the what if’s. I know that you and Elijah are doing a good job at co-parenting and that you just moved back here for a job. I wanted to ask you to watch out for him for me. Like if I die if you could maybe be there for him. He doesn’t have Aiden and with me gone all he will have is you and his kids.” Corrine sat back in her seat and looked at me. Her eyes were watery but I was pretty sure her tears weren’t for me.
“So my ex-husband’s mistress turned woman wants me to take care of him after she dies? Elsie, you are so fucking selfish. I mean, is this for Elijah and me, or for you and your fucked up conscious? So what you and Elijah were together in high school and while you were away. The whole time you attended college he was building a fucking life with me, regardless of what he was telling you. If you wanted him that bad you should have stayed your ass here. I got him and you just had to come right along and fuck it up. I have always loved Elijah and when you came back he started treating me like I was the side bitch. How do you think it made me feel to hear about him buying you a house and car? Him being gone for days out of the week claiming it’s for work but knowing he’s going home to you? You tore apart my family with your selfish ways and now you wanna somewhat make the shit right? Bitch please. I have no sympathy for you. You tried to tear apart his friendship with his best friend and you actually married the nigga. Elsie, what you need to be doing right now is buying a fucking clue and asking God for forgiveness for all of the shady shit you have done. Wasting my fucking time with this bullshit. My life was turned upside down because of you!” she yelled standing up. All I wanted was for this simple-minded bitch to be there for Elijah. That was all I fucking asked but she wanna sit here and blame me for his wrong doings.
“Corrine all I wanted was to ensure that you would be there for Elijah.” Corrine smirked holding her purse tightly to her side.
“Bitch he’s my kid’s father. Why wouldn’t I be? I share things with him that you never will and even when you’re dead and gone, I will be in his life Elsie. Stop thinking that the world revolves around you. You worry about living and I’ll deal with Elijah however I see fit, know that he will be okay,” she said and walked away.
“Dumb bitch,” I said watching her leave out of my office. Corrine and I would forever disagree on what my title was. I had no time or energy to debate with that bitch over Elijah. His heart belonged to me no matter how many fucking kids she popped out for him, so she could go somewhere with that shit.
I stayed at work for a few more hours before calling it a day and going home. The minute I stepped into the house the sweet sounds of Tony Toni Tone’s “Just Me and You” serenaded me. I smiled as I stepped out of my Fendi platform pumps. My feet and I both sighed with relief as I sat them down by the door. I sniffed the air and was hit with all of these delicious scents that smelled so good they made my stomach growl.
As I headed for to the kitchen I heard a throat clear by the hallway steps. I turned and there was Elijah naked as the day he was born, sitting halfway up the steps sipping on a glass of champagne. Gift bags from my favorite stores lined the steps along with red rose petals. I smiled, too giddy to contain my excitement, and put my hand on my hip.
“Elijah…what’s all of this?” I asked. Elijah sat
up and smiled. His hair cut made him look so damn different but I loved the look on him. His dark skin was oiled up, his low cut taper was freshly lined up, and his body, damn, his body was looking just right. His tattoos really only added to his sexiness. He was like my chocolate king and I was ready to eat his ass alive. Seeing him look so fine and so perfect made me feel insecure. I had never in my life been insecure but now things were different. My hair was cut low like his and while I still got hit on a lot and many people liked the look, I didn’t. I loved short hair but not this damn short. Plus it wasn’t cut by choice.
“Did you forget what today is?” Elijah asked. The way his chestnut colored eyes looked at me made me shift from one foot to the next. He raised his hand with a silver clicker in it and Tony Tone Toni’s “Anniversary” started to play. My eyes watered and I shook my head. I had completely forgotten because I was so caught up on thinking about my death and how it would affect the ones I loved, especially him. Elijah dropped the remote and stood up. His tall, muscular body walked down the steps and right up on me. He grabbed my face and looked down at me.
“Baby it’s okay. I know you got a lot of shit on your mind right now but what I want you to focus on is us right now. Not tomorrow or what could be. You still wanna be here with me don’t you?” he asked. I nodded as silent tears fell from my eyes. Elijah kissed me sweetly on the lips. “Then keep fighting because I refuse to let you go baby. I don’t want to and I won’t. Let’s enjoy our anniversary and let me make you feel good baby. Okay?” he asked removing my jacket. It fell onto the ground as he pulled my top over my head. That fell next then there was my knee-length skirt. Elijah grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dining room that was dimly lit. Our dining room table was filled with nothing but seafood. My favorite. I smiled and he pulled me into his arms. His big hands cupped my ass that was partially covered by my underwear as he hugged me tightly. His face turned to mine and he kissed me gently on the lips. He smelled so good and his tongue tasted so sweet from the champagne. I moaned as I massaged it with mine. My panties were getting wetter by the minute. I prayed that my body allowed me to have a good night with my man.
Elijah sat down and pulled me onto his lap facing him. He smiled at me as he reached around me to feed me lobster that had been dipped in butter sauce. I moaned when the flavorful food touched my tongue. I closed my eyes as I slowly chewed it. Elijah kissed my neck as he grabbed yet another piece of food from behind me. He brought his arm back around and slipped a soft, juicy shrimp into my mouth. I bit into it and moaned again.
“Taste good don’t it? I had to show you I still knew how to cook,” he said smiling. I smiled as I chewed on the shrimp. Elijah handed me a glass of champagne and took my bra off. My full breasts stood up at attention as he took them into his big hands and squeezed them hard. “Pour some of that on your chest bae,” he demanded licking his lips. I smiled and tipped the rest of the champagne onto my breast. The cool liquid slid down my body and into Elijah’s lap. He bent me back slightly and started licking the champagne up. His hands gripped my ass as he pulled my hard, darkened nipple into his mouth. I bit down on my bottom lip and groaned. I started grinding on his lap as he took my other nipple into his mouth. His tongue gently sucked on it as his hands massaged my ass.
“Umm Elijah,” I moaned. Elijah stood up and carried me upstairs and into our bedroom. He laid me back on the bed and climbed on top of me. The way Elijah looked down at me made me feel like I was still beautiful. Like I wasn’t sick. I loved and appreciated him for that. He started planting soft kisses all over my face. “I love you so much baby and everything is going to work out for us. Wrap your legs around me,” he said looking down at me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and his fingers found my folds. Two of them slowly slid into me and I closed my eyes. “Damn…so wet. Just how I like it. We’re soulmates Elsie. We’ve been through hell and back to be together. Do you honestly think I would let some bullshit like cancer take you away from me?” he asked speeding up the pace of his fingers. My eyes popped open and I shook my head. My body was now filling with the greatest kind of pleasure. Elijah worked his fingers skillfully as he slid them in and out of me. His tongue slid up and down the sides of my neck increasing the pleasure in my body.
“I need you to promise me you’re going to fight, fight for us, fight for you family and most importantly fight for you. Don’t give up,” he whispered pumping his fingers in and out of me. I clenched my muscles around them trying to catch an orgasm that I could feel coming on.
“Elijah….please,” I begged. He pulled back and looked me in the eyes.
“What you need baby?” he asked with lust dripping from his voice. I whimpered as his thumb found my clitoris.
“I need you….I need to cum,” I replied. Elijah sped his fingers back up as he slowly slid down my body. His tongue latched onto my extra sensitive clitoris and my legs started shaking. “Oh…shit. Oh baby just like that,” I commented and he sucked even harder on me. Within minutes my body exploded and I felt nothing but pleasure as my body climaxed. Elijah slid back up my body and in one swift motion was inside of me. Hard, wide, and thick, rocking back and forth. I became even wetter as I looked up at him. I thought about all of the things we had been through and how somehow we managed to find our way back to each other. We were soulmates because no matter the storm, here we were together. My eyes watered as he filled my body up.
“Elijah…I love you so much. I will always love you,” I confessed to him. Elijah groaned hiking my legs up.
“I love you too baby, now you gotta show me how good this dick feeling and cum for your man,” he said. I closed my eyes and his dick found my spot instantly, hitting it repeatedly until I started cumming for the second time. Elijah flipped me over once my body had started to come down from my high, and put me on all fours. With one hand on my hip and one hand pulling my head back, Elijah fucked me roughly until he came inside of me. Together we laid out on the bed lost in our thoughts. I closed my eyes extremely tired and I could feel him kiss me on the lips. He snuggled up to me and whispered softly. “Please don’t die on me.” I closed my eyes harder and prayed to God, hoping I could grant him his wish.
Chapter Eighteen
Inga
“Hmmm,” I sighed and tried to sit up but I couldn’t. My eyes popped open and I looked down at my feet.
“Don’t yell,” Hayden said, stepping into the bedroom. I looked up at him then back down at my feet. My wrists were handcuffed to the headboard and my legs were tied at my ankles with some rope. Hayden and I did use the handcuffs often but the rope?
“Hayden, I’m not in the mood baby, my back is killing me,” I said to him and smiled. Hayden nodded as he closed the bedroom door. He locked it and walked over to the dresser. He wore his grey Ralph Lauren checkered pajama pants with nothing else. I could tell by the look on his face that something was on his mind but what did that have to do with him tying me to the bed?
“I love you Inga. I mean look at that belly. Seeing Aaleyah, I’m like damn, I really love this girl. After Tegan and her cheating I just knew I was done with being committed to one woman. All my niggas was like let’s hit the strip club and find you some bitches to get on the team but before I could even start building one, you caught my eye. What I loved about you was your loyalty to Dante. It’s nothing better than a loyal motherfucka.”
“Okay…what’s going on Hayden?” Although I knew I was good, I still was a little worried. Hayden had tied me to the bed so he must have felt that he really knew some shit for him to do this to me.
“You tell me Inga. I wake up to your cell phone going off and when I check the message it’s Harper. I look through the messages and see that he’s been texting you for months now and shit. Even came to check out the flat tire that you had. The nigga in me wanted to knock your ass out but the husband and father in me couldn’t do that.” Hayden got quiet and grabbed my phone. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. His beautiful eyes peered down at me and
he shook his head. It was only eleven o’clock at the latest and I could tell that he had been drinking.
“What I need to know is are you fucking my brother? This ain’t no Harlow or Elsie shit over here ma. If he even smelled the pussy somebody dying today. So are you?” he asked. I shook my head, extremely pissed that he would even ask me something like that.
“If I wanted Harper he would be sitting on this bed right now instead of you. I didn’t tell you about him showing up to check out the car and texting me because I was tired of the drama. We’ve already lost so much and I didn’t want you to lose your brother as well. I just started carrying my gun on me and some mace. He left when you sent him out of town and things were good but now that he has been back he’s started back harassing me.”
“But how the fuck did he even get your fucking number Inga? Huh?” I took a deep breath and sighed.
“I’m not finishing this conversation until you un-fucking tie me Hayden. Untie me!” I yelled. Hayden stood up with my cell phone in his hand.
“This nigga sending you good morning texts and shit. Telling you he can fuck you better than me and in your head you thought it was okay to keep that shit from me? I mean that was fucked up on your part Inga. I’ll be back,” Hayden said and walked out of the room with my phone.
“Hayden! If you don’t fucking un-tie me!” I yelled getting really upset. My lip shook as I told myself not to cry. This nigga had lost his got damn mind. I laid in the bed for what felt like forever until the bedroom door opened back up.
“Nigga…what type shit is you on?” Romelo asked Hayden as he pulled a tied up Harper into the bedroom. Romelo dropped Harper onto the floor and walked over to the bed.
“Don’t do it. She good and you know I would never hurt her. I just need for both of these motherfuckas to hear me out,” Hayden said walking in. He was now fully dressed in black sweats and wearing a black Bulls snapback. He put his blunt out in the ashtray on the dresser and looked at me. My Victoria’s Secret pajamas top had rode up over my protruding belly from me struggling to get free, and my pajamas pants had slid down a little. Hayden fixed my pants and shirt with his eyes on me. For him to be so damn handsome he did some of the stupidest shit.
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