by Mona
My Brother’s Wife 2
What The Heart Wants
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Copyright 2016 © Mona
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Last Time On My Brother’s Wife:
“Eh, Ri, baby, where the hell you at? And I see you have that damn song on repeat like you use to do back in da day. Eh, baby, Wh..” His words were stuck in his throat as all three of their eyes locked.
Prologue
The Aftermath of Betrayal
As his eyes locked with Arianna first, and then Malachi, Andre closed his eyes and quickly reopened them to make sure they were not deceiving him. Once his mind was able to confirm what his eyes were seeing was in fact true, an unforeseen rage took over as neither one of them were able to control what happened next.
“Oh my God, Andre! No!” Arianna screamed as Andre ran towards them with the exact speed as lightning. Fear and embarrassment took over her as Andre grabbed Malachi—who’s penis was still inside of her—in a choke hold, forcing him off of her. She immediately attempted to cover up her naked body as she grabbed her now stained filled jean shirt off the sand. Once she slipped the shirt on, she quickly fastened the buttons as she screamed for Andre to stop. Andre was in the zone as he repeatedly punched Malachi in his face as well as his lower body. Although, Malachi was taller by three inches, he was no match for Andre who happened to be a man who just witnessed his brother and wife in the forbidden act. Malachi was still as naked as the day he was born as he received blow after blow from Andre.
“Andre! Dammit, Andre! You’re going to kill him, Andre!” Arianna cried as she tried to stop him. Andre was still in the zone and moving so quickly Arianna was afraid to get too close. She watched in horror as he lifted Malachi in the air and flipped him onto the sand. Realizing she had to do something before things turned fatal, she ran as quickly as she could inside the beach house and grabbed her phone off the floor, where she left it earlier, next to the CD player.
“Dammit!” She cried out in frustration as she noticed she still had no signal. Still holding her phone in hand, She ran to the front of the house and flung the door open as she desperately searched for beach patrol. Once she noticed there were no sign of someone who could put a stop to the madness, she hurriedly made her way back to the beach section of the home where Malachi and Andre were now going toe to toe.
Despite the fact that Malachi’s face was swelling up and the bruises on his body were quite noticeable, he was actually holding his own as he was dishing out the same blows he received from Andre.
“Would you two fucking stop! Please, stop!” Arianna cried once more as she now moved closer to them in the attempt to break them up. Relief took over her for a moment as she was able to pull Andre by his shirt. He was out of breath as he stared at Malachi with rage in his eyes. Arianna stepped between them as Malachi leaned forward with hands on his knees while coughing uncontrollably. She held Andre by his waist as she searched his eyes.
“Andre, please, let’s go in the house so he can put on his clothes. I need to put some clothes on too. I have no pants on. Please, let’s go,” Arianna pleaded as she tried to lead him into the house. Andre steered his eyes from Malachi as he gazed down at Arianna. For the very first time, he now noticed that his wife was still partially naked. A vision of Arianna lying on the sand naked with Malachi on top of her flashed in front of his eyes. Rage and anger consumed him once more and he smacked Arianna’s hands off of his waist.
“Fuck off me!” He spat. He stared at her with a look one would assume was disgust. Although he loved Arianna with all of his heart, that’s exactly how he was feeling towards her in that moment. Disgusted. In addition to hurt, angry and disappointment. The woman who carried his last name and who was the mother of his child was standing there in a semen and sand stained shirt with nothing underneath, reeking of sex. He felt as if he was on the verge of losing his mind.
Murder was in his eyes as he glanced in Malachi’s direction. That was how he was feeling towards the man he called his brother. Pure murderous. He was feeling betrayed by Arianna but Malachi’s betrayal was on a whole different level of pain. Pain he didn’t want to come to terms with at that moment.
“Go upstairs, put some clothes on and get your shit so we can get the fuck out of here,” Andre coldly instructed Arianna. Deciding to oblige, she turned to make her way into the house.
Andre turned to follow her as well when the unthinkable occurred. “Riri, baby, go upstairs and put your clothes on but you leaving with me,” Malachi stated as he suddenly lunged at Andre. Andre quickly blocked his blow and followed up with one of his own. Arianna screamed at the top of her lungs as she quickly jumped between them. Suddenly, her face was met by Andre’s fist in which she immediately blacked out.
Three Hours Later:
Jersey Shore Medical Center
Arianna leaned against the wall as she held the cold ice pack against her forehead. Looking around the Emergency Room, memories of what transpired prior to her blackout became clear as day. What was still unclear was the aftermath. She desperately attempted to remember but failed miserably once she awoke in a small room on a hospital bed, fully clothed in a pair of black tights, a black V-neck t-shirt and all black Nike Air’s. Once a nurse confirmed that Malachi was there in the hospital with her and being treated for his injuries, she felt somewhat relieved. What hurt however, was two local Jersey Shore police officers confirming that Andre was arrested for assault and battery and was taken to the local police station. She did in fact feel happy to hear them also confirm that Andre had his lawyer with him, which Arianna figured more than likely was Edward. Closing her eyes, she exhaled as she reflected on the night’s events.
Over whelmed with emotions, tears fell from her eyes as her legs threatened to give out on her. As she straightened her body, she heard her name being called by Desmond.
“Eh, Ari, what the hell is going on? I received a call from Ed telling me some shit went down between you, Dre and Mal, and for me to come down here to the hospital. What the fuck happened?” Desmond questioned as he was now facing her. His eyes grew wide as he noticed the ice pack on her forehead. As he reached to remove it, Angeline came running towards them.
“Ari! Oh my God! I heard your message. What the hell happened?” As Angeline went to hug Arianna, she immediately gasped as she noticed a knot on her forehead. The swelling was going down but still very much noticeable. “Oh hell no! what the fuck? Who the hell did this? Did Dre do this? Dre did this! I’m going to fuck him up! Why the hell would he do this!? What the hell is going on Ari!” Angeline screamed as she examined Arianna’s forehead.
Arianna gently pushed her hand away as she sighed. “Calm down, Angie. It’s not what you think. Some crazy things happened tonight but Dre
did not hit me. At least not intentionally. It was an accident, okay.”
“Okay, then what the hell happened? Ed wouldn’t go into details. What happened?” Desmond questioned.
Arianna was too embarrassed to confess to what really happened in front of Desmond. Looking Angeline in her eyes, she began to speak in her native language creole. “Angie, Mwen te nan plaj lan ak Malachi te montre. Yon sel bagay te Mennen a yon lot ak nou gen je femen ansanm. Nan mitan li Dre montre.” Angeline gasped as she placed her hand over her mouth in shock.
“Girl, noo,” Angeline whispered as she reached over and hugged Arianna. “Eh, that’s rude as hell. You two know damn well I don’t understand that creole shit,” Desmond admitted as he crossed his arms.
“Shut the hell up, Desmond.” Angeline was in the process of consoling a now emotional Arianna when both Andre and Edward stepped of the elevator and made their way towards them. Andre’s eyes were blood shot red and his emotions were on ten. After what he had witnessed and with Malachi’s blatant disrespect, he had no regrets on what occurred afterwards other than Arianna getting hit accidentally. He felt remorseful as he sat at the police station earlier, but as he was now laying eyes on her, his hurt and anger resurfaced and what he was feeling was nothing nice. As he approached Arianna, Angeline and Desmond, he grabbed Angeline’s arm and pulled her off Arianna who was still consoling her. He pulled her to the side as he was now face to face with Arianna.
“What the fuck, Dre!” Angeline yelled as she rubbed her arm. Andre ignored her as he stared at his wife. To say the look in his eyes was one of pain was an understatement.
“Dre, calm down, you already have enough problems,” Edward advised.
Andre ignored him as well as he continued staring at Arianna with a mixture of rage and pain in his eyes. “So, was it good?” He asked he as he balled up his fist and cocked his head to the side as he stared at her. “Huh, was it fucking good? Better question. Did you suck his dick too? Huh? Is that the reason why you all of sudden wanted to give me head. So you can practice and be ready for when that nigga came home.” Andre moved closer to her face as Desmond placed his arm in between Andre and Arianna.
“Eh, Dre calm down, nigga. This shit isn’t cool. She’s still your wife.” Andre laughed his signature evil like laugh.
“Wife? Obviously my wife forgot she was my fucking wife when she was letting that nigga Malachi dig all in her guts.”
Arianna wiped her face and straightened up as she had enough of his insults. “Look, Dre, I know you’re upset and you have every reason to be, but let’s not do this here,” Arianna pleaded.
“Nah, let’s do this shit right the fuck here!” Andre yelled. “Do you realize that A.J. was supposed to be with me? He was supposed to be with me when I went to that beach house. Your mom suggested that I left him so we could have spent some time together since we didn’t see each other for two weeks. So you can avoid my calls and stay the fuck away from me for two weeks but end up with that nigga! Your ass even worked from home and met with client’s behind my back just to avoid seeing me! So that’s what you’ve been doing these past two weeks! Creeping and spending time with his ass!”
“You’re wrong too, Dre! You was talking real slick, talking about you put a ring on it and got a baby out the deal because the pussy was good and all that crazy shit! And what about this fucking deal you and Malachi made! A fucking deal! That’s what the fuck I’ve been all these years! A fucking deal! Now that explained why you’ve spent our whole relationship cheating on me! You never loved me! I’ve been your fucking charity case! You’ve probably been cheating this whole marriage too! Your slick ass just did a better job at hiding it these past seven years!
Besides, I didn’t meet him there! He just showed up! It only happened once!” Arianna yelled as she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down her face.
Andre stood and stared at her wide eyed, not believing the words that just escaped her mouth. “Oh nah, nah, hell fucking no! You not putting you breaking our marriage vows and opening up your legs to my so call fucking brother on me. You not going to do that shit! Is that what you really believe, Arianna? Huh? Do you really believe that I don’t fucking love you and that I never did? Do you really believe I’ve been cheating this whole fucking marriage? You know what, it’s funny in these past seven years you never questioned my loyalty to this marriage until now. First, you thought I was cheating when I wouldn’t let you give me head, now you think I’m cheating because I don’t love your ass and I never did. I haven’t given you any reason these past seven years to doubt my loyalty. But now that your boyfriend is back and you had some new dick in you, that shit comes real convenient for you, don’t it?” Andre retorted.
“Fuck you, Andre!” Arianna moved closer.
Andre smirked as his eyes were laced with pain. “I would say fuck you too, but from what I saw earlier, my so call fucking brother already took care of that.”
The words barely left his mouth when Arianna reached up and delivered a quick slap to his face. Andre stood unfazed by her slap as he stared at her. Yes, a part of him quickly regretted the words as they left his mouth, while his other part just plain old didn’t give a damn.
“Eh, nigga, let’s go. Your ass need to cool off,” Desmond said to Andre.
“Yeah, they need to calm down. But wait, here comes the doctor along with security,” Angeline announced as she pointed in the opposite direction.
“Hello, my name is Dr. Watson and this is nurse Ward,” A tall Caucasian man announced as he approached them along with a middle aged Caucasian woman. “Listen, may I suggest you folks lower your voices a little, there have been some complaints. Also, are you folks the family of Malachi James?” He asked.
“Yes, we are,” Edward responded as they all waited for the doctor to continue.
“Okay, well, I just wanted to let you know, other than a mild concussion and some fractured ribs, he will be okay. He is now stable,” Dr. Watson announced.
“Okay, great. Can we see him? Edward asked as they all let out a sigh of relief with the exception of Andre who continued staring at Arianna with rage in his eyes.
“Sure you can see him, but first he has requested to see an Arianna St. Jean,” Dr. Watson concluded.
“I’m sorry doctor, you mean Arianna Aeikan,” Angeline corrected him.
“No, matter of fact I wrote the name down,” he told her as he scanned his note pad. “Yes, it’s right here. He specifically asked for an Arianna St. Jean,” Dr. Watson said once again. “You can go whenever you are ready. He is in room one oh four,” he said as he walked away with Nurse Ward. Everyone remained silent as Andre laughed once again.
“So, your boyfriend is already claiming you huh? He is ready to change your last name and shit. Is that what the fucking plan is? Huh! Answer me!” Andre yelled.
“I’m sorry Miss St. Jean, Mr. James is asking for you once again.” Nurse Ward announced as she approached them.
Arianna cleared her throat as she stared in Andre’s eyes. “Nurse, it’s Arianna Aeikan and I’m right behind you,” Arianna looked at Andre with sad eyes as she turned and walked away. Andre watched her as she made her way down the hallway.
“Dre, that shit is not cool. That’s your fucking wife. Don’t go out like that,” Edward edged Andre on.
“Shut the fuck up, Ed,” Andre rudely responded as he made his way to the elevator. As he approached the elevator, something came over him. Placing his hands over his face he let out a gut wrenching scream. “Fuckkk!”
As he turned in the opposite direction, a hospital security guard approached him.
“Sir, you are making too much noise. One more outburst and I will have to ask you to leave,” he threatened Andre.
“Man, shut the hell up,” Andre retorted as he made his way down the hallway.
“Yo, Arianna!” Andre called out. Arianna was already frozen in place when he let out his outburst. She looked at him as she anticipated what he was to say next. “I can’t
believe I’m even doing this, but I’m asking you to come with me. I’m even going to say please,” Andre requested as Desmond, Angeline and Edward smiled. Rubbing his hands over his face, Andre continued.
“Look, I saw some crazy shit tonight, okay, and I’m still fucked up over it, but I’m ready for us to go home and we can talk about it. I’m willing to listen to whatever you have to say. This is big for a nigga like me. So I’m a ask you to please come with me, now.” Just as Arianna turned to make her way towards Andre, Nurse Ward appeared.
“I’m sorry, Miss Aeikan, but Mr. James is still asking for you and he is becoming somewhat unruly. We can’t seem to calm him down. Can you please go see him?”
“Ri, please. Come with me. Come with me now. That nigga is good. I’m still your husband. I’m trying here. Please.”
“Excuse me, Miss Aeikan? Can you please come with us? Something is going on with Mr. James and he will see you and only you,” Dr. Watson reappeared.
Arianna turned to look at Andre. “Please, baby?”
Andre held his hand out to her as her tears fell rapidly. Arianna closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Confusion and feeling torn overwhelmed her in that moment, although the choice shouldn’t have been so difficult. No, she should not feel torn. Choosing her husband should be a no brainer. Hell, opening up her legs to another man never should have been her reality. Despite the foolishness she heard coming out of Andre’s mouth two weeks ago, she should have given him the opportunity to explain himself. Questioning his love never should have been an option. Giving in to Malachi should have never occurred, and enjoying their sexual encounter should have never been and curiosity, should have never been a desire.
Although Malachi committed the ultimate sacrifice for her, Andre had been her heart for the last seventeen years and saved her from herself in more ways than one. Although he was far from perfect and had made some mistakes, he loved her and that should be stronger than a teenage love from over twenty years ago.
