The Available Wife

by Pennington, Carla

  Germaine rang my cell phone off the hook leaving messages apologizing, wanting to know my whereabouts and blaming the alcohol for his behavior. All he needed to know was that I was pissed. It hurt me not to see my boys for those two days, but I knew they were in good hands. Being in the hotel gave me time to clear my head and think. Germaine may’ve thought he was in hell before, but that was just the beginning. He would pay in due time.

  When the cab driver dropped me off at the hotel, I handed him fifteen bucks. He fumed because it wasn’t the hundred that I’d originally waved to him. After dropping my luggage on the ground, he angrily sped away to see if he could make up for the loss. Not giving a damn, I walked through the hotel lobby as if I owned it and didn’t have a care in the world.

  “Welcome to the W. Are you checking in today?” the cheerful, brunette front desk clerk greeted me.

  “Yes, I have a reservation under Niquole Wright.”

  “Don’t you own a record label? I’ve seen you in a few magazines,” she said. I could tell that she was waiting for me to say yes, but I wasn’t in the mood to have a conversation.

  “No, and I’m getting tired of people mistaking me for her.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologized and turned to her computer. She knew that I was lying.

  While she tapped her keyboard, I fumbled around in my purse for my platinum American Express. When I located it, I handed her the card along with my ID.

  “Non smoking, king bed, please,” I requested.

  “Of course Ms. Wright. No problem.”

  I liked the sound of Ms. Wright as opposed to Mrs.

  She tapped the keyboard a little more before swiping my credit card. “I hope you enjoy your stay, Ms. Wright,” she smiled after handing me everything back, including my room key. “I love your label.”

  I couldn’t help but smile.

  Once I called A.J. to give him the room number, I rolled my luggage to the elevator and up to the seventh floor. After sliding the keycard in the slot on the door and opening it, I stood in the threshold when I heard the water in the bathroom running. I glanced in the hall and didn’t see a maid’s cleaning cart, so I wondered who was in my room.

  “Hello?” I spoke loudly. I glanced over my room receipt then back at the number on the door. They matched. “I think you’ve got the wrong room!” Wondering what the hell was going on, I jumped when the bathroom door opened and Kingston appeared.

  “What are you doing here?” I instantly ran up to him and after threw my arms around his neck. He didn’t return the embrace, but my arms stayed put. “How did you know I’d be here?”

  “You left me so many damn messages the other night. You don’t remember telling me where you would be?” he asked with a pissed off look on his face.

  I removed my arms “I hope you’re not mad,” I whimpered. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

  “Whatever,” he replied nonchalantly and walked over to the window.

  He was still pissed and obviously I’d made it worse. Maybe his wife questioned him about the calls and he had to lie about them, I thought. I needed to make things right. I walked over to him and hesitantly placed my hands on his shoulders.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered softly in his ear. “What can I do to fix this?”

  He didn’t move or speak a word as I slipped my hands under his shirt and began massaging his back. When I reached his shoulders, he walked away. I knew this was going to be hard work, but I was willing to put in the time. I sat down on the king sized bed, removed my sandals then looked up at him.

  “Why did you even come here to surprise me if you’re gonna just stand there and not say anything?” I asked getting a little ticked off. “I don’t understand why you’re so pissed off at me.” Before he could even respond, it finally dawned on me. “Hold up…how did you even get the room number?”

  “I paid the white girl downstairs a hefty fee to set everything up,” Kingston replied.

  Maybe he does love me. I shook my head. “I’m impressed.”

  When he stared at me coldly, I figured me telling him about the blackmailer and what Germaine did to me would make him talk.

  “I have something important to talk to you about.”

  Before I could go any further, he pushed me back on the bed and vigorously removed my vintage, boyfriend jeans. My aqua thongs didn’t stand a chance either. They were ripped from my body. He was hungry for me and I loved it. Evidently, my message did the trick. I removed my black, Diesel scoop neck tank and flung it on the floor. All Kingston had to remove was the towel wrapped around his waist. It didn’t take him long to dive in. There was no need for him to make me wet because that was taken care of as soon as I saw him.

  “Oooooh……Kingston…..baby….I’m sorry,” I apologized as he punished my pussy.

  “Shut up!”

  Yes, he was pissed and I loved it, especially when he lifted and pushed my legs above my head. I knew that I wasn’t gonna be able to take the pounding he was about to lay on me. I tried to wriggle out of it, but to no avail.

  “Ain’t this what the fuck you wanted when you called my phone all fucking night?” he growled harshly.

  “Baby! Baby! Baby, I…..I’m sorry,” I pleaded.

  His actions and words had me more than sure that my phone calls had gotten him in trouble with his wife. Moments later, he removed his dick, hopped off the bed, pulled me to the edge and forced me on all fours. I didn’t have time to disagree before Kingston gripped my shoulders and pounded me from behind.

  “Kingston! Kingston!”

  He shoved my face into one of the pillows to muffle my cries. I managed to turn my head so that I could breathe, but he yanked my hair and shoved my face right back into the pillow. I wasn’t into that asphyxiation shit, so I needed him to stop. I reached behind me and clawed at his thighs. I could tell that his ass was turned on because he began pounding me even harder. The more I fought to lift or turn my head the more strength he seemed to gain. I grabbed the pillow and yanked it from under my face. I fought for air.

  “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!” Kingston released as he unloaded inside of me. As soon as he did, he hopped up.

  I collapsed while staring at him. “I’m not into that type of kinky shit, Kingston,” I reprimanded once I caught my breath.

  “That wasn’t for your benefit.”

  I lay appalled while he disappeared into the bathroom. He was taking this jealousy and pissed off shit a little too far. Seconds later, I heard the shower running. I figured it was time to get something that benefited me. He’d deprived me of an orgasm so now he owed me. I walked to the door and turned the knob, but quickly realized that it was locked.

  “This is fucking childish, Kingston!” I pouted.

  I leaned against the door and folded my arms. Looking around the room, I spotted his shorts and shoes at the foot of the bed. I had to know more about him. I needed to know what I was getting myself into. It was my time to snoop.

  Walking over, I removed his wallet from his shorts. Before I had a chance to get past the four hundred dollars and two credit cards, a slip of paper fell out. I picked it up and opened it. My mouth hit the floor when I saw my home address written on it. What does he need my address for? Better yet, what was he going to do with it?

  “Anything interesting in there?” Kingston asked when he snuck up behind me.

  I was so wrapped up in my mischief that I didn’t realize the shower had stopped. As I listened, I realized that it was actually still running. I dropped the items on the floor then turned to him. He was wearing another towel around his waist while drying his glistening, bald head with another.

  “I’m so sorry, Kingston,” I quickly apologized.

  “Whatever you saw in there, don’t question me about any of it.”

  His facial expression told me that he meant business and I should agree to his demand.

  “Okay,” I answered obediently as I watched him pick up the wallet and paper from the floor and place
them on the table. I guess he was confident that I wouldn’t rummage through it again. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to know. “Why do you have my address, Kingston?”

  “What did I just tell you, Niquole?”

  “But…”

  “But nothing! Don’t ask me any fucking questions!”

  At that moment, Kingston approached me, wrapped the towel he was carrying around the back of my neck and pulled me to him. For the first time since I’d met him, I was afraid, but didn’t know of what. I stared into his eyes.

  “Are we on the same page?” He toyed with my hair then leaned down and pecked my lips. “Don’t ask questions. Okay?”

  “K…Kingston, I just…”

  He gently jerked me closer to him with the towel. I could feel and smell his Doublemint breath. “I don’t like repeating myself, Niquole.”

  My heart began to race and a lump formed in my throat. I was happy when I heard my phone ring. I needed that interruption. I ducked out of the towel and dashed to my purse. When I pulled the phone out, and saw Germaine’s mother’s number on the screen, a frown quickly displayed on my face. I knew I should’ve answered because my boys were probably with her, but I couldn’t stomach that conversation right now.

  “Turn it off,” Kingston ordered.

  “What?”

  “You heard me. Turn it off.”

  “Kingston, I need to have my phone on. I have kids and I have a busy weekend ahead of me.”

  “I won’t ask you again. Turn it off.”

  This definitely wasn’t the Kingston I knew. He’d changed.

  “Before I turn it off, I need to show you something.” I waited for a reprimand, but surprisingly, he didn’t give one. Pulling out some papers from my laptop bag, I walked over to him. “I’m in the process of meeting with a realtor to…”

  “A realtor? For what?” He looked at the houses that I’d picked out for us to choose from and frowned.

  Caught completely off guard, I replied, “For us. Me, you and my boys.” I really didn’t know what to think or how to feel when he burst out laughing.

  “What possessed you to think that was something I wanted?” he asked after catching his breath. “Kids? Come on now.”

  My legs began to give out from under me. I had to sit down on the bed to keep from falling to the floor. If this was still part of his jealousy act, he was taking it too far.

  “Do you know how much I love you, Kingston?” He didn’t respond. I watched him redress as if I wasn’t in the room. “What do I need to do to make this right?” Tears formed in my eyes as I poured my heart out to him. “If this has anything to do with Germaine being in the picture, you don’t have to worry about him for long. I just need to make sure that he’s not able to get my money; the money for you and me.” My pleas weren’t working so the tears that had formed in my eyes fell. “Kingston, talk to me! Stop ignoring me! I know you love me and I’m more than sure that you really don’t wanna be with your wife. Besides, you killed for me and we’re always together.” It was time for him to prove his love for me yet again. “Germaine spit in my face and was about to slap me the other day because I wouldn’t attend Hummer’s funeral with him.” Surprisingly, he chuckled.

  “I told you that nigga was weak,” Kingston responded and walked toward the door. “Order up some room service. I need to get something out of my truck.” He walked out without waiting for me to agree or disagree.

  I picked up one of my shoes off the floor and threw it at the door. He was really starting to piss me off. But I figured feeding him would lighten him up. I called room service and ordered two steaks, roasted potatoes, steamed shrimp and a bottle of champagne. After disconnecting the call, I heard a phone ring. I glanced at the night stand. He’d left his phone. I wondered if it was his wife calling. I walked over to the phone and my mouth dropped when I saw Meagan’s name and number pop up.

  “What the hell?” I fumed loudly. “They must’ve met at the album release party.”

  My mind raced a million miles per minute. What the fuck was she doing calling him? When did they have time to swap numbers? I had my eyes on him the entire night. I paced the room like a woman betrayed, but the betrayal was on him. Meagan had no way of knowing about my involvement with him. I tortured myself trying to figure out when they could’ve possibly found the time to connect. When I was in the damn bathroom crying was the only time they could’ve met. There was no way that her white ass was going to sink her claws into my man. I’m sure she must’ve used some serious game for him to even get her number. Meagan was cute, but her body certainly couldn’t compare to mine. Besides, I already had to share him with his wife. I’d be damned if I shared him with my assistant. I made sure to keep a close eye on that bitch when I got back to Houston.

  Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I assumed Kingston must’ve left his key. I answered the door still in my birthday suit.

  I gasped. “A.J.?”

  “Damn, you already started without me?” he smiled while staring me up and down.

  During all the chaos, I had forgotten all about him. He needed to leave. I didn’t need Kingston any more pissed at me than he already was. A.J. stepped toward me and his lips went straight for my breasts. I stepped away. He walked inside and closed the door.

  “Oh, you wanna play hard to get, huh? I remember when we used to play those games,” he said before pulling me toward him.

  I began secreting. I didn’t know if those were the extra juices left behind from Kingston or freshly squeezed juices from being in A.J.’s presence.

  “Ummmmm, A.J., as much as I would love to do this, I can’t. You’ve got to get the hell out of here,” I spoke frantically while shoving him back out the door.

  “We haven’t done that pretend rape thing in a while, but I’m down,” he said while sexing me with his eyes. He stepped to me again. He needed to stop staring at me with those, conniving yet inviting gray eyes

  “This is no joke, A.J. You have to leave.”

  “Why? You called me up here. What the hell is going on?”

  “I know, but now is not a good time,” I continued panicking.

  A.J. looked me up and down again. He then walked around me as if I wasn’t there and stood in front of the bed. It was completely tossed. Pillows were strewn on the floor and the covers were dangling from the bed. A.J. was no fool. I was sure he knew what had gone down.

  “A.J., I’m begging you. Please leave.”

  “Someone beat me to the punch, huh?” he asked in a disappointed tone. “Did Germaine surprise you?”

  “No. My man surprised me.”

  “Your man?”

  “Yes, my man,” I reiterated sassily.

  “Still up to your old tricks, I see.”

  “No, this is different. I love him.”

  “That’s fucked up, Niquole.”

  “How? You were coming up here to fuck me,” I reminded. “You know what. It doesn’t even matter. You need to leave. He went downstairs to get something and should be on his way back up,” I said before pushing him out the door. However, A.J. managed to place his foot in the door before I closed it. “What, A.J? You’re gonna get me in trouble.”

  “How in the hell can you get in trouble with a nigga that you’re just fucking?” he asked like he was bothered by my words.

  “He’s not just any nigga. He’s my man and will soon be replacing Germaine.”

  “Does he know this shit?” A.J. laughed.

  I didn’t have time for the lecture. He had to go. “Bye, A.J.”

  “Next time, don’t call me. I’ll call you.”

  He removed his foot as I finally closed the door. “Damn, that was a close call,” I said, hoping like hell the two of them didn’t pass each other in the hallway.

  CHAPTER 15

  “Ma’am, we’re landing in a few. I need to take your glass and I need for you to buckle up,” the tall, well-endowed, stewardess smiled at me as she removed the wine glass from my flight tray.


  I wanted to slap that smile off her face especially since she reminded me of Meagan’s trifling ass. I yanked the seatbelt around my waist and buckled it as I thought about the phone call. I couldn’t question either of them about it without someone becoming suspicious. Meagan would want to know if I was cheating on Germaine and Kingston would want to know if I snooped through his phone. As much as I didn’t want to, I had to put that phone call in the back of my mind, but I knew it wouldn’t stay there for long.

  When the flight landed at George Bush International Airport, I hightailed off the plane like a woman on a mission. Besides the phone call, Kingston didn’t make the weekend any better. I was sure he had some romantic and exciting things planned for us. Instead, all he did was lie up in the bed and rack up the pay-per-view and room service bill. We didn’t even fuck again. The bad part about the whole weekend was that I’d missed scouting new talent for that bull shit.

  “Shit!” I yelled loudly when I reached the baggage claim section. “I never turned my damn phone back on.”

  I pulled my Blackberry from my purse and powered it back up. As soon as I did, it immediately started beeping informing me that I had loads of missed text and voice messages. Hitting #1 to activate my voicemail, the first message instantly disturbed me. It was from Germaine’s mother informing me that he’d been in an accident the same day I arrived in New Orleans. I didn’t bother to listen to the rest of the messages. Quickly, I grabbed my luggage when it came around the conveyor and raced out the terminal. Figuring I didn’t want to waste time going to get my car, I decided to hail a cab instead.

  “West Houston Medical Center on Richmond,” I addressed the driver when I hopped inside.

  While we drove, I contemplated calling my mother to see if she knew what was going on. I even thought about calling Germaine’s mother. I decide not to bother either of them because I knew they were going to bite my head off.

  When I arrived at the hospital several minutes later, I instantly rushed to the information desk. Seconds later, I was on the elevator headed to the second floor. There was no need to ask anyone what direction Germaine’s room was in because as soon as I got off the elevator, I saw his entire cheering squad in the waiting room. It looked like they were having some type of meeting. Germaine’s parents, my mom, Jalisa and Tyrell were all there. If looks could kill, I’d be dead. Germaine’s mother gave me the most evil glare that I had ever seen. Tyrell even shook his head in disgust while Jalisa stood in her model stance with her arms folded shaking her head as well.