Flawless 3: The Finale

by Jade Jones

  “Well, hello Dexter. I had no idea you two were expecting,” Shayla said.

  Nina gushed and touched her round belly dramatically. “Three months to be exact,” she smiled. “I didn’t find out I was pregnant until last month actually. We’re hoping we have a little boy. A Dexter Jr.”

  Shayla burned with envy because that’s exactly what she’d hoped for. Apart of her was tempted to push Nina down on her fat ass so she could experience what Dexter did to her.

  “Congratulations,” Kimberlyn quickly said, filling in the awkward silence.

  “Thank you,” Nina and Dexter said in unison.

  “Well, we better get going. I ain’t really feeling the crowd in this place tonight,” Nina said. Truthfully, she just wasn’t feeling Shayla’s hating ass. She could see the jealousy all over her face, and she was two seconds away from checking her bitter ass.

  “Yeah, neither am I,” Shayla muttered. Shots were subtly being fired from all different directions. It was no secret that the two women hated each other’s guts.

  “Huh? What’s that?” Nina asked, turning around. She’d always been the confrontational type.

  “I’ll call you,” Kim said before Shayla could respond. She didn’t need those bitches going at each other necks, especially not with Nina pregnant.

  “Okay, girl,” Nina said.

  After they walked off, Shayla spun around to confront her friend. “Can you believe that dog ass nigga got that bitch pregnant? It took everything in me not to spit in that mothafucka’s face!”

  “Calm down, Shayla—”

  “Bitch, don’t tell me to calm the fuck down! This fucked up nigga did some scandalous ass shit over the years! And this shit here I cannot let go! You wasn’t the one that mothafucka made miscarry!” In the midst of her tirade, Shayla noticed Romeo out the corner of her eye, getting cozy with some bitch by the bar. The nigga was whispering in her ear with her hand rested near his crotch region. “What in the entire fuck?”

  Kimberlyn followed Shayla’s gaze. “Where the fuck he find that hoe at? She don’t look worthy.”

  Her twittering commentary went ignored as Shayla gave him all sorts of dirty looks. She didn’t understand why Romeo continued to openly disrespect her. She should’ve known their likelihood for marital bliss was very slight.

  Hoes will be hoes, Shayla reminded herself.

  Romeo was fucked up off Crown Royal and feeling himself as usual. He was so in tuned with the new female friend he’d made that he didn’t notice his wife staring meditatively at them.

  “I like to fuck…a lot,” he whispered in Nikki’s ear. Grabbing her hand, he placed it directly over his hard dick. “Can you handle that shit? Huh? Would that be a problem?”

  Shayla’s fists clenched as she watched from afar. The bitch he was entertaining had enough fake ass and titties to supply the less fortunate. She was certainly his type.

  “Don’t worry about that bitch,” Kim said over her shoulder. “She just another bird chasing bread. Trying to get chose. He knows that shit too.”

  “Then why’s he doing it?”

  “You know that nigga just trying to make you jealous ‘cuz he saw you with Quay. Don’t let that sucka shit get to you. That bitch ain’t making no noise. Bitch so plastic she looks like she can’t even keep it real. Fucking build-a-bitch.” Kimberlyn laughed at her own crude sense of humor.

  Shayla wasn’t trying to hear that shit thought. Romeo was tweaking and she was about to finally give him a piece of her mind. Without warning, she marched over towards him.

  “I’mma fuck the shit out’cho ass tonight,” he told Nikki. “Put this dick all up in yo’ back.”

  “Is that right?” she smiled, massaging his thick 10-inches. She’d peeped him the minute he walked in, and now she had his undivided attention. She couldn’t wait to get him back to the crib and straddle him. Nikki figured that if she played her cards right she’d be riding shotgun in his Porsche Panamera with his chains around her neck. Sadly, she had shit mistaken. After jizzing in her mouth, he planned on kicking her ass out to the curb.

  Romeo squeezed her fat ass before giving it a firm slap. It was kind of hard, but fuck it, he’d still hit.

  Out of nowhere, Shayla walked up and shoved the hell out of him. “Dirty mothafucka, you ain’t shit!” WHAP! Shayla’s push was followed up by a devastating slap. She damn near knocked the buzz out of his system. He didn’t even see the shit coming. “You low-class bum!” Tears fell from her eyes as she swung at him repeatedly, hitting every part of his body she could reach. When that wasn’t enough she grabbed his shirt and tried to sling him around. Shayla didn’t care about stretching out his $800 top. She wanted his ass to feel her pain. He’d left her all alone to recover and now he had the audacity to pull this shit. Enough was enough! “I should’ve never deluded myself into thinking you could ever be good for me! You are a piece of fucking shit!” Shayla slapped him in the face a few times.

  She went to hit him again, but he grabbed her throat and pinned her against the wall. He’d wanted to make her jealous because she was fucking with Quay, but he had no idea she’d snap like that. Though he was in the wrong, Romeo couldn’t let her beat on him. He was still a street nigga at heart.

  “Man, you betta calm yo’ mufuckin’ ass down!”

  Kimberlyn quickly came between the two of them. “Ya’ll need to chill, for real. This is not the business. Ya’ll done came too far for some bullshit like this.”

  Romeo finally released his hold, and Shayla surprised everyone when she spit in his face. “Don’t you ever put yo’ mothafuckin’ hands on me!”

  Romeo looked like he wanted to murder Shayla, and Nikki quickly ran to his defense.

  “Crazy ass bitch, what the fuck is your problem?” Shayla was fucking up her motives and her dick for the evening.

  All of a sudden, Shayla spun around and grabbed Nikki by her 28-inch weave. Blow after blow, she pummeled her skull until Kimberlyn and Romeo finally intervened. Everyone around them stopped what they were doing to marvel at their spectacle. They had definitely created a ratchet ass scene inside the nightclub.

  “Shayla, stop before you tear your stitches!” Kimberlyn said. Her buzz was completely gone and she was now more alert than ever.

  “Fuck these stitches and fuck them!” she screamed. Shayla pushed Romeo away from her. She didn’t want to be anywhere near him. “I don’t ever wanna see your trifling ass again! You deserve these ratchet ass hoes and whatever diseases they give your stupid ass!”

  Suddenly, security approached them to deescalate the situation. “Come on, baby girl. It’s time to go.” He tried to grab Shayla’s arm but she violently snatched away.

  “Nigga, don’t fucking touch me!” she hissed. “I can see my own way out.” With that said, Shayla grabbed her clutch off the floor and left hastily. Kimberlyn was hot on her heels as she followed her to the parking lot. She’d never seen her girl go off like that. Romeo had definitely gotten her out her hookup.

  “Shayla, are you cool?” Kim asked. Concern was heavy in her tone. She regretted even forcing her friend to come out that night. In a way, she felt like everything that occurred was her fault.

  Shayla ignored her question. “You sober enough to drive, right?”

  “Yeah…”

  “Good. Then take me home, please.”

  6

  As soon as Shayla made it back inside her home, she kicked her heels off and ran a hot shower. Inside she cried until she couldn’t shed another tear. She was about to crawl in her bed and go to sleep until she heard a knock at her front door. Her cellphone started ringing simultaneously.

  It was Romeo.

  Shayla shook her head as she stared at the caller ID. The nigga acted like he had amnesia; like he’d forgotten her number or something, because he hadn’t used it in the last eight weeks. Not even to check up on her.

  What Shayla didn’t know was that he always had eyes and ears on her. He may’ve not been around but he always made s
ure she was straight from a distance. Shayla hated his guts, and yet she didn’t understand that he’d only stayed away to keep her safe. With Kaniel still out there, and enemies lurking in the shadows, he couldn’t chance her possibly getting hurt again. Romeo wouldn’t be able to live himself. He’d almost lost her twice. He couldn’t handle losing her again.

  “What the fuck do you want?” Shayla answered in a snappy tone.

  “Man, open the door. I need to talk to you.”

  “Go away. Go chase after that plastic bitch you was all over in the bar.”

  Click.

  Shayla hung up on his monkey ass but he called right back.

  “Girl, don’t ever in yo’ life be hangin’ up on me,” he said. The hint of humor in his tone let her know that he wasn’t too serious. He could never stay mad at Shayla for long—not even after she clocked his ass and spit on him in the bar for everyone to see.

  Shayla released a long, dramatic sigh. “What do you want, Romeo?”

  “You.”

  “You be all over the fucking place,” she told him.

  “I know. Lemme make it up to you though.”

  “You can’t make up lost time.”

  “Open the door and I’ll show you just how wrong that statement is.”

  Shayla ran a hand through her hair and paused. Romeo made her so damn angry, but she couldn’t deny that she loved him. It was so easy to tell herself that she was over him, yet for some reason it was hard to walk away. His love was like heroin; he was her favorite drug of choice.

  Disconnecting the call, Shayla slowly made her way to the front door before Romeo woke her parents. They weren’t particularly his biggest fans.

  Romeo stood in the doorway looking every bit of sexy and sinful. Even with all the dirt he did, Shayla was just as attracted to him as the day they’d met. Other than the bruise on his cheek from where she’d hit him he was perfect. Her handsome vigilante.

  “What do you want?” Shayla pretended to look over his shoulder. “I’m surprised your bitch ain’t with you,” she said, referencing Nikki.

  Romeo pulled her close so that she could feel his erection. A nigga wasn’t even hard until she opened the door. Seeing her wearing nothing but a terry cloth towel turned him on. Her smooth, chocolate skin glistened with beads of water from the shower; her hair was partially damp. “My bitch right here,” he said, licking lips.

  “Move. I’m still mad at your ass.” Shayla put up a weak struggle and Romeo knew instantly that she didn’t want him to let her go.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Fuck you, Romeo.”

  Letting himself in, he kicked the door closed behind him like she’d invited him inside. “I want you to fuck me too,” he told her.

  Shayla tried to back away like she was disgusted when in all actuality she was turned on. Romeo grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her body against his. She could front like she didn’t want it, but he read her ass like a book.

  “Get off me. I don’t wanna fuck you. I barely even wanna touch your ass—”

  Shayla’s protests were cut short when he kissed her. At first she tried to put up a fight but eventually she gave in. She always gave in when it came to Romeo.

  Lifting her off her feet, he carried her to her bedroom, kissing the entire way. “Fuck you, Romeo,” she whispered against his lips. “I can’t play these stupid games with you.”

  Romeo carried her to the bed and gently laid her down before climbing on top. He slipped his hand under her towel and her body trembled as he cupped her cold breast in his hand. “I don’t wanna play either, Shayla,” he breathed.

  A soft whimper escaped her throat. It’d been so long since he touched her, since he kissed her, since he ignited her flames. Two months felt like two lifetimes.

  Lifting up her towel, he took her nipple in his mouth and cradled her other breast in his calloused palm.

  “Romeo,” Shayla gasped.

  He kissed her hard, deep, and with desperation. Romeo needed his wife to know how strongly he felt about her. She was his first real love, and he didn’t always know the right things to say or do, but he did know that what he felt in his heart was real.

  Maneuvering his way down her frame he stopped at her waist and parted her thighs like the red sea. Her shaved mound stared back at him, daring him to taste her. When he finally did it was like he couldn’t get enough.

  Romeo’s slippery tongue glided across her bean in a rapid motion. He knew if he licked that mothafucka right she’d forgive him, even if only for the night.

  Shayla’s back arch as he French kissed her pussy. Every now and then, he dipped a finger inside and tickled her spot. He wanted her good, wet, and primed by the time he slid in.

  Shayla loved the animalistic groans that came from him as he devoured her. Romeo had her in a state of euphoria; she didn’t even notice that she was subconsciously tugging on his ears, guiding his head with every flick of his tongue. He wanted to eat the box until she surrendered, until she submitted.

  “Cum in my mouth, baby,” he coached.

  Her legs wrapped around his head, signifying that she didn’t want him to stop. If she came she still didn’t think she wanted him to stop. Shayla yelped in surprise when a second finger slipped inside her asshole. Romeo was forever trying to turn her out.

  Shayla could hardly stand the multiple pleasures he was creating with his tongue and digits. “Shit! I’mma bust!” she bellowed.

  Romeo licked and sucked faster, and more vigorously. Quay wouldn’t even know what to do with the pussy. Shayla was his. He’d learned her body after that very first night in the shower. No man could do for her what he would.

  When Shayla squirted, he tried to catch every last drop of it in his mouth. Some of her juices sprayed his chin, and he lapped it up like it was his last meal. After making sure she’d gotten hers, he undressed, removed her towel, and slid between her legs. He could live right there. It was where he belonged.

  Shayla tensed up when he tried to push the head in. She was tighter than a virgin, and he felt proud knowing she hadn’t been giving his shit away. “Unnh! Romeooo,” she whimpered. Pushing at his waist she tried to run, but he held her down. She wanted the dick but she wasn’t prepared for his girth. It’d been so long that she had actually forgotten how big he was.

  “Ssh. Shut up,” he whispered in her ear. “I ain’t ‘een put this mufucka in yet. Take this dick. It’s yours, baby.”

  Shayla relaxed and allowed him to slide in with ease. Her walls opened up to his massive girth with only minimal discomfort. As her body slackened to his thrusts, he increased his speed.

  Shayla palmed his tight ass as he rode her. Romeo was mannish with his sex game. He gripped and pulled on her thick thighs, and licked and bit the crook of her shoulder where her spot was.

  “I’mma put another baby in this mufucka,” he groaned. “How you feel about that shit?” Grabbing one of her legs, he pinned it so far back that her toes touched the headboard. He was deep enough to penetrate her belly. If he came in her pretty, black ass there’d be no avoiding pregnancy.

  Shayla stifled the earsplitting moan she so desperately wanted to emit. If it escaped she’d not only wake her parents but the dead as well. Her cheeks flushed when she felt her second orgasm approaching. Romeo tapped her spot repeatedly as he hit it an angle. He always knew just how to locate it; she never had to tell him. Shayla would never understand how he made it look so easy, but he was a pro at administering satisfaction.

  “I don’t know,” she moaned.

  Romeo’s strokes decreased as he gave her the dick nice and slow. “Why don’t you know? You don’t wanna have a nigga’s baby? I think we’d make beautiful kids.” He kissed her again and when he pulled back he noticed there were tears in his eyes. The dick was so good that it had her weepy.

  “We gotta stop doing this,” she said in a hush tone.

  Romeo finally released her leg and pulled them both around his waist. He could sleep peacefully in he
r slippery threshold. “Doing what, baby?” he asked.

  “I never know if you’re coming or going…”

  Romeo kissed her lips, then her chin, and then the side of her neck. “I’m comin’…” he whispered. “I’m comin’ all in this pussy.”

  Shayla felt his dick jerk wildly inside her as he released his load. Shortly after, she came a third and final time. Panting heavily, he collapsed beside her and attempted to catch his breath.

  There was a long period of silence before she spoke again.

  “Now what?” Shayla asked him. She expected him to tell her in the morning they’d pack up and she’d move back in. She expected him to say they’d pick up right where things left off. Sadly, those words never came. Instead, the only response she received was the sound of his light snores.

  7

  When Shayla opened her eyes the following morning she was greeted with the sight of Romeo dressing. Was his ass gonna split without even telling me goodbye, she wondered.

  “You’re leaving? Already?” Shayla tried to mask the disappointment in her voice, but she did a poor job at doing so.

  “Got some moves I need to make,” Romeo told her. The Migos would be dropping off their next shipment. “Time waits for no man.”

  “And neither does a good woman,” Shayla added.

  Romeo frowned before taking a seat on the edge of her bed. With his back facing her, he laced up his Giuseppes. Unable to read him, Shayla pulled the sheets around her bosom and waited. She hadn’t felt regretful about sleeping with him until now. Romeo was so hot and cold. She never knew which side of him she would get.

  “So that’s it?” Shayla asked. She could no longer hold it in. “You’re gonna leave just like that? What about us?”

  “What about us?” Romeo asked confused. Truth be told, he just wanted to let her ass suffer for the shit she pulled last night with Quay. She knew better. She’d tried him in the bar and this was the only way he could punish her.