“You don’t want our little secret to come out either. Do you think your wife will stay married to you if it does? And when she does leave you, she’s taking more than half,” I replied with a fierce look on my face. “I’m done with you, A.J. You had your chance.”
“Now, you’re lying. Even after our bullshit, you still couldn’t and can’t resist me. ‘Til this day, I still think your oldest son is mine,” he replied with a huge grin.
“I assure you that he’s not and if he was, would you take care of him?” I asked cynically already knowing the answer would be no.
“I take care of mine, Niquole.”
“Yeah. When you have no other choice.”
“How ‘bout I fly you out to New Orleans like old times?” A.J. asked as he slowly grinded up against me.”
I needed him to stop. He was taking me back to the days and nights he would send my body into an orgasmic fury. I quickly obliterated those images and climbed down off that cloud when I thought about Kingston.
“No,” I answered bluntly. “You need to move before you get me in trouble,” I scolded and gently shoved him off of me.
“With who? Germaine?” he laughed. “That nigga has his nose wide open for you.”
“For your information, I’m not talking about Germaine,” I said and rolled my neck.
“Enlighten me.”
“What is it that Jay-Z says? I’m on to the next one.”
“So, you’re still fooling around on your husband, huh?”
He didn’t need to know all my business. “No, I only fooled around on him with you even after our piece of shit relationship went sour.”
“Liar. Why did you even marry him?”
“Why did you marry your wife?” I returned.
“You should’ve just stayed single if you’re gonna be available to men like that.”
“So, you’re calling me a whore now?” I chuckled.
“If the shoe fits, wear it…and it looks to me like you’re wearing it well,” he said after glancing down at my shoes. “I’ve had you a few times since you’ve been married and I’m more than sure this new nigga has, too. Ain’t no telling how many have been in between.”
“The world will never know,” I winked.
I hated it when his Lamman Rucker looking-ass smiled at me with those mesmerizing, eyes and smooth brown skin. I was a sucker for them both. I hadn’t been with A.J. in over a year. In fact, I never should’ve fucked around with him after we left each other alone. We both had done dirt to each other, but one thing was for certain, he was a great fuck if not the greatest I’d ever had.
“I’ll be in town for a few more days. Get at me. I’m sure you still have the number,” he said before stealing a kiss then walking away.
A.J. was a bold one and that was why I couldn’t leave him alone. We were the black version of the War of the Roses couple; minus the marriage. I regrouped once I realized I was in the packed club with thousands of eyes and four of them belonged to Germaine and Kingston.
For about an hour, I engaged in several conversations while secretly scouring the room for my man. I then grew uneasy when I couldn’t find him. Trying to contain my anger, I downed glasses of champagne when the waiter or waitresses walked past me with their trays filled with neatly organized champagne flutes. When I felt my phone vibrate in my purse, the flute that I was holding instantly hit the floor. The group that I was supposedly conversing with stared at me with curious eyes. I guess they were trying to see if I was drunk, but I wasn’t. I just wanted that vibration in my purse to be from Kingston.
“Excuse me,” I said to them before departing.
As I gently pushed through the crowd, I rummaged through my purse for my phone. I located it as soon as I stopped in front of the bathroom. I blew a sigh of relief when I saw Mercy flash across the fuchsia, backlit screen.
“Hello?” I answered after covering my left ear so that I could hear.
“You look so beautiful.”
“Where are you?” I asked while scoping the room with a huge smile on my face.
“I’m here watching you.”
“I want to see you.”
All of a sudden, I caught a pair of eyes staring at me from across the room.
“Do you see me now?” Kingston asked as he flashed those bright whites that complimented his dark skin so well. If I hadn’t known who he was, I would’ve mistaken him for Tyrese Gibson. “There’s a door leading upstairs to your right. Meet me there,” he said before hanging up.
I watched him glide across the room in his white, button down shirt and blue jeans. His demeanor made the simple outfit look like platinum. I watched as several females cut their eyes at him as he walked past. They obviously wanted what I was about to go get, but they could cancel that shit. I wasn’t about to share my man.
When I located Germaine in the crowd and saw that he was still busy chatting and getting hammered, I decided to make my move. The crowd was thick which made my journey extremely hard, especially with everyone stopping to congratulate me. I didn’t wanna be rude, so I stopped to chit-chat for as long as I could, but eventually had to excuse myself. Besides, I wasn’t paying attention to any of that shit anyway. My focus was on that door, and after shaking several more hands, I finally made it. I turned to see if anyone was watching me before I disappeared on the other side.
“What took you so long?” Kingston asked.
“My party,” I answered, then quickly changed the subject. “Kingston, we have a problem.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing that I can’t handle. What is it?”
“Germaine found the jacket.”
“What jacket?”
“The one with Hummer’s blood on it.”
His eyes increased. “Damn it, Niquole! What the fuck?”
I jumped at his harsh tone, but could understand his anger.
“Where’s the jacket now?”
“I threw it away,” I lied.
“Next time when I tell you to let me handle something, let me handle it, okay?” he said in a sexy yet soft, aggressive tone.
“Okay,” I agreed.
“Now, back to you. Why did you cut and dye your hair?” Kingston asked as he ran his fingers through my new, jet black layered bob.
“I didn’t think you’d notice,” I blushed.
“I notice everything about you,” he winked.
Before I could speak another word, he pushed me against the wall.
I smiled seductively. “I see that you miss me, too.”
He lifted me off the floor and attacked my neck with those juicy lips. My chest soon received the same attention. I slapped my hands against the concrete wall and clawed at it with my French manicured nails. Closing my eyes, I was slowly slipping into ecstasy; a place where I easily slipped into whenever I was with him.
“Kingston, we can’t do this here,” I breathed in his ear when his fingers slipped under my dress.
“You just don’t know how bad I want you right now,” he replied. “You look so damn good in the dress. I knew you would.”
I grabbed his cheeks and pulled his lips to mine. I needed to taste them. However, we both jumped when the door swung open and two men and a woman appeared. They seemed to be drunk as they giggled, slurred and staggered.
“Sorry,” one of the men apologized as he led the others back into the party then closed the door.
“Kingston, we need to get back,” I spoke frantically. “We’re gonna get caught.”
He ignored me as well as the close call. Moments later, he slowly lifted my dress then pushed my body against the door so that no one could open it again. My heart rate instantly began to increase as he slipped my thongs to the side and fingered me until I was drenching wet. It never took long for me to get in the zone. I listened to my pussy smack her lips as he fingered me faster and faster.
Kingston could feel me squirming “You think she’s ready, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
He unzipped his
pants then glided his love stick inside of me.
“Kingston…Kingston,” I moaned softly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
“I hear you, baby. Talk to me.”
I licked my full lips. “Oh God!”
“Baby, he ain’t nowhere up in here. It’s all Kingston.”
I moaned and breathed heavily as I took all of him. Even though there’s no such thing as a quickie with Kingston, I had to rush both our orgasms before people started looking for me. I groped his soft, pimple free ass, pushed him deeper inside of me then started my thrust workout on him. I wanted us both to climax together. Seconds later, I got my wish as we both erupted. I covered his mouth because I knew when Kingston reached his peak, he was known to get loud. With the music on full blast, I’m sure no one would’ve have heard him, but I didn’t wanna take any chances.
After catching our breaths, he set me down. Luckily for me, I was carrying my purse. I never left home without feminine wipes or body spray, so I pulled out one of my wipes and ripped it open.
“You’re gonna do that now?” Kingston asked as I wiped all the cum from between my legs.
“Duh. I can’t do it out there,” I giggled.
He didn’t bother to respond. Instead, he rushed back inside the club leaving me behind to clean up our mess. Damn you could’ve at least given me a kiss, I thought to myself after pulling my dress back down. Five minutes later, I reentered the club and stopped dead in my tracks when I ran into Germaine.
“What were you doing?” he glanced over me like I was hiding something.
“I…I needed some air,” I stuttered hoping that he didn’t see Kingston walk out of the door before me.
“You needed some air, huh?”
“Yes, I needed some damn air,” I replied harshly then tried to walk off. He grabbed my arm and jerked me back toward him. “Germaine, let go of me,” I ordered.
“Tell me what were you doing, Nikki?”
I glanced around the room and noticed a number of eyes on us. He was not about to punk me at my own damn party. I jerked from his grasp. “Don’t you ever put your damn hands on me like that again! What the hell is wrong with you? I told you I needed some air!” I tried to walk away, but Germaine snatched me again. This time, it was a little harder and caused me to stumble.
“Don’t walk away from me like that. I’m trying to talk to you.”
I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I couldn’t believe that he was nearly drunk already. As I was about to light into him, I managed to spot Kingston at the bar tossing back tequila shots. He was too occupied in a conversation to witness what was going on with me. Part of me wanted him to come to my rescue, but I knew that wouldn’t be wise. I frowned as I watched a woman peck Kingston’s cheek then slide her fingers between his. She seemed a little bit too comfortable for her to be one of the hoochies in the club then I saw it; her ring finger. She was his wife.
CHAPTER 9
Why in the hell did he bring her here? The invitation had been extended to him and him only. Not that tall, beautiful, curvaceous, caramel-skinned knockout that was falling all over him. Her big, bright smile even made me melt so I knew what it did for him. I wanted to dash toward her, snatch her by her weave, then throw her ass out. I hated watching her fall all over him and rub on his arm like that was her fucking job. As hard as it was to admit…I knew by my reaction that I was jealous. But I had to get control of my emotions because there was another matter at hand that I needed to take care of.
“Germaine, I’m not doing this here with you tonight. Let me go before I have security handle your ass,” I threatened.
“You’re gonna get security to handle me?” he laughed. “You’re a piece of work, Nikki. A piece of fucking work.”
Before I had the chance to retaliate, Jalisa jumped between us. “This is neither the time nor the place for this,” she addressed us both with worry painted all over her face. “Don’t do this here. This is not what you want to see in the papers, blogs or websites.”
Jalisa was right. I didn’t need that kind or negative publicity. Germaine knew that I was serious so he released me and walked off to escape anymore embarrassment.
“What’s your damn problem, Nikki?” Jalisa scolded me.
“Bitch, he was the one who grabbed me!”
“Did he have reason to?”
I jerked my head back at her question. “Did he have reason to?” I asked rhetorically.
“I saw you go in and out that door with a guy. I assume he’s Kingston.”
“Why in the fuck are you watching me like a damn stalker? You’re the damn model. Folks should be watching you, not the other way around!”
Jalisa stared me up and down. “Did you just fuck him?” she asked appalled. I assumed she drew her own conclusions when I didn’t answer. “That’s fucking nasty,” she added.
“No nastier than what you and I did in high school,” I retaliated.
I struck a nerve.
“You need to watch yourself. You’re wrong for bringing that up. Dead wrong,” Jalisa said.
“Bitch, fuck you or better yet, go find you a man to take care of that for you,” I flipped, then pushed her out of my way.
My emotions soon took their toll on me when I glanced back in Kingston’s direction again. Trying to hold back the tears, I walked to the far end of the club, pulled out my phone and quickly sent him a text. I watched as he read the message from his Blackberry then whisper something in his wife’s ear before walking away. Moments later, he was standing in front of me.
“Why did you bring her here?” I barked when he reached me. At that point, I didn’t care if Germaine was watching me or not. I needed answers.
“Hold on, sweetie. Who do you think you’re talking to like that?” he replied in a manly tone.
I quickly changed my tone. “Kingston, why did you bring her here? She doesn’t need to be here.”
“She’s with me tonight. That’s why she’s here,” he answered like he didn’t owe me an explanation.
When he spoke those words, my heart sank. How could he fuck me and go right back to her like nothing happened between us? Yes, I was literally in over my head. I didn’t bother to respond. My heart had split in two and confusion began to consume my brain. I gave him one last painful glare and stomped away.
“Are you okay?” Meagan asked when she saw me leaning against the bar. “Who are you staring at?”
“No one,” I responded not wanting her in my business. Besides, how could I explain that I was staring at the wife of my lover? “I’m okay, Meagan,” I lied.
“Fortunes is about to go on stage.”
“Okay,” I said before downing a glass of champagne.
I gestured for the waiter to refill my glass which he did. I could tell by the worried look on Meagan’s face that she knew something was bothering me, but couldn’t figure it out. I emptied the second champagne glass in less than ten seconds.
“What’s up, Niquole?” Meagan whispered in my ear. “Talk to me,” she said with a hint of concern in her voice.
“Leave it alone, Meagan.”
She turned in the direction I was staring. “I’m going up to VIP. Are you coming?”
“I’ll be up there in a minute,” I lied.
She gave me one last worried look before walking off. Minutes later, the four-girl group, Fortunes, took the stage. I eased through the thick crowd on the floor instead of going to the VIP section that had been set up for me. I no longer felt important and it was all because of Kingston allowing his wife to tag along to my party. Seconds later, the strobe lights clicked off, the house lights dimmed, then the music began. I listened to the soft ballad and allowed a tear to slip from my eye when they sung the hook.
I need you to walk away from me. My heart and soul won’t let me do… the thing I know I need to do…and that’s let you go. I need you to walk away from me.
The words dug deep in my heart. I quickly hated and regretted the fact
that we picked that song as the first single. I didn’t want to hear that shit right now. It didn’t take long for me to locate Kingston and his wife again. She was standing in front of him and he had his arms wrapped around her. They even had the nerve to be rocking from side to side. It was in that brief moment when I knew why my emotions were running wild. I was deeply in love with Kingston. My eyes stayed fixated on him throughout the song and although he was wrapped up with his wife, I knew that he was eyeing me from his dark, stunna shades. Why else would he have them on? I felt him staring at me at least I hoped he was.
When the song ended, I made a mad dash to the bathroom where I shed a few tears while staring at myself in the mirror. “Why the fuck is that bitch with my man?” I asked my reflection. “She can’t have him! She can’t have him! He’s supposed to be with me!”
I caught a glimpse of two women staring at me and whispering. I’m sure they thought my ass was crazy.
“What in the hell are you looking at?” I lashed out at them. I was ready for a battle if they wanted one.
To my surprise, instead of responding they just laughed and walked out.
Trying to wipe the mascara that had run down my cheeks, I yanked a paper towel from the dispenser on the wall, and dabbed my face. I took a few deep breaths before freshening up my makeup and reentering the party. My eyes went straight toward the bar where Kingston and his wife were now standing. He caught a glimpse of me eyeing them like a hawk. Taunting me even more, he winked at me then kissed her red painted lips. I still couldn’t understand how he could be so heartless when I knew he cared for me. He had to pay for his actions. I needed to make him feel like he’d made a huge mistake.
As much as I didn’t want to, I scoured the room for Germaine. I needed to use him to my advantage. When I spotted him, I walked toward his ass like a woman on a mission. Luckily, Kingston was still staring at me. When I reached Germaine, I grabbed him and pulled his face to mine. I could tell that he was a little shocked by my actions from his resistance, but eventually gave in to the kiss. Pouring more gasoline onto the fire, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I cringed when I felt his dick rise. I couldn’t take it anymore.
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