My Brother's Wife

by Mona

  “This is wrong, Mal,” Arianna said in a voice above a whisper.

  Malachi briefly closed his eyes and quickly reopened them. “I miss you. Okay. I miss you. I miss everything about you. I just had to kiss those lips. I haven’t kissed them in years. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for the way I yelled at you. I’m sorry for shutting you out. I was pissed the fuck off, but I understand now. I do.” Malachi confessed. But there’s one thing that I don’t understand,” Malachi said with an enormous amount of emotions in his voice.

  “What’s that”? Arianna asked.

  “You and Candy had me, Des, Dre, Romero, hell, even Ed. You know Ed would have come down from Brooklyn in a heartbeat. So, you two had all of us in your corner, why didn’t you guys feel comfortable to come to us?” Malachi asked.

  Arianna sighed as she began to answer Malachi’s question when the speaker on her office phone buzzed in followed by a male voice.

  “Excuse me, Mrs. Aiekan, your husband is on line one,” the male voice announced.

  Arianna immediately began to panic as she abruptly removed her self from Malachi’s hold and made her way to her desk. Turning her back to Malachi she quickly picked up the office phone.

  “Hey babe. Where are you?” Arianna asked in a nervous tone. “Oh, he cancelled? Oh, okay. Well, I’m done here so I’ll head on to the penthouse. I’ll see you there,” Arianna ended the call and placed the phone back on the hook. She reached down in the desk draw and retrieved her purse. Slowly turning around, her eyes met Malachi’s across the room.

  “I have to go, Mal,” Arianna said as she cleared her throat.

  “I know. I guess we’ll do this another day. I still want to see around this place.” Malachi replied as he opened the office door for her. As she walked towards the door, she locked eyes with him.

  Once they were face to face, she faintly smiled. “Okay. Just let me know which day is good for you,” she requested.

  “Okay. Cool.” Malachi replied.

  “Mal, the answer to your question is in the first letter I wrote you when you were in the County. I figured you more than likely never read it since you sent some of the letters I wrote back to me, but everything you need to know is in the letter. Hopefully you didn’t throw it out.” Arianna said with a smile.

  Malachi chuckled. “Nah, I still have them. I’ll check it out later.”

  “Also, Mal, what happened between us can never happen again, okay?” Arianna said with a worried look on her face.

  Malachi stared at her for a minute and then simply nodded as he bent down and placed a kiss on her cheek. Once he gave her one last glance, he made his exit.

  Chapter Eleven

  Four Season’s Hotel

  New York City

  Rolonda entered the dining area of one of the most luxurious hotels in New York City. Once she scanned the room, she was able to locate the person she was there to meet. As she made her way across the room, a familiar voice stopped her in her track.

  “Mom?”

  Rolonda sighed and turned around as she was face to face with Malachi.

  “Hey, baby. What are you two doing here?” Rolonda asked as she hugged both Malachi and Desmond.

  “Well, Des and I came to grab some food and drinks. Question is, what are you doing here?” Malachi asked as he and Desmond scanned the room. Rolonda just shook her head at how nosy those two were. Chuckling to herself, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers in front of their face catching their attention.

  “Hey, hey, don’t you two have a table to get to or somewhere to be?” Rolonda laughed at the both of them. Malachi laughed along with her as he slightly bent down and kissed her on her cheeks.

  “Aight, mom. I’m going to let you have your secret meeting, but sooner or later I need to meet this dude,” Malachi hugged her.

  Rolonda waved him off. “Boy, go ahead now. What makes you think I’m meeting a dude, as you say?” Rolonda asked in mocked tone.

  “Oh, so we must have the word stupid written across our forehead, huh?” Desmond grinned at Rolonda.

  “Goodbye, Malachi and Desmond!” Rolonda waved them off as she exited the dining area.

  Malachi and Desmond laughed as they made their way across the room to the hostess booth.

  “Good evening, gentlemen? Will that be a party of two?” A young hostess greeted them.

  “Actually, we are expecting a third person, so do you by any chance have a booth available?” Malachi scanned the room.

  “Yes, as a matter of fact we do. Please follow me,” the hostess insisted as she grabbed three menus. Once they reached their booth, which was in a secluded area of the restaurant, the hostess placed the menus on the table as she eyed Desmond.

  “Okay fellas, your waitress will be right with you and enjoy your meal,” she said with a smile as she gave Desmond one last look and walked away.

  “Someone has an admirer,” Malachi joked as he opened his menu.

  Desmond turned in his seat as he glanced at the hostess who was now back at her hostess booth. Looking her over, he shook his head. “She’s cute, but not my type.” Desmond admitted.

  “Excuses, excuses. Look, Des, let me give you something that I want you to read later when you’re alone, and let me just say this. Sometimes when we experience a pain too deep, it’s hard for us to move on. But, I know Candy would have wanted you to move on with your life and she would have wanted you to be happy. So, with that said, here.” Malachi reached in his pocket and handed Desmond a folded white paper.

  “What the fuck is this?” Desmond eyed the letter with a confused look on his face.

  “It’s a letter Arianna sent to me when I was still in the county. Man, I was so fucking pissed at her that I didn’t open any of the letters she sent to me. I even mailed some of them back. This is the first one she sent after I went crazy on her. I finally opened it yesterday. She explains what happened to Candy that day. She even witnessed the whole thing. She also explained the reason Candy killed herself. Man, there isn’t a day that don’t go by that I don’t think about my sister and what could have been. I really thought we did something when we fucked that nigga up in the hallway on Candy’s fifteenth birthday. I thought we got through to his ass. I can’t believe after what we did to him, he was bold enough to do that to Candy and Arianna. Shit is crazy man. So all I’m saying, I know how much you loved her, you and Candy were young but you really loved each other. Let it go and move on, Des. Nigga you forty, you own a big ass mansion, but no wife and no kids to put in it and with a big ass chip on your shoulders.” Malachi concluded as he laughed.

  Desmond studied the folded paper as he also laughed. “So, you my therapist now?” Desmond joked as he placed the paper in his jean’s pocket. “Plus, I do not have a chip on my shoulders and since you spreading all these words of wisdom, you might want to practice what you preach.” Desmond continued.

  Malachi began to respond as the waitress approached their table.

  “Good evening, gentlemen, are you ready to order or do you need more time?”

  “I’m ready. I’ll have the chicken fettucine and a Corona,” Desmond requested as he handed over his menu to the waitress. He then pulled out his cell phone from its case as Malachi placed his order.

  “I’ll have the shrimp fettucine and a Hennessey and Coke, with a little ice.” Malachi smiled at the waitress as he handed her the menu.

  “I will be right back with your drinks,” the waitress smiled back.

  “Just bring our drinks out when the food is ready and you can take this menu. The third person cancelled.” Desmond told the waitress as he looked at his cell phone.

  “So, what happened, Dre cancelled?” Malachi asked as he scanned the room.

  “Yeah, that nigga just texted me, talking about he decided to stay home and chill with Ari.” Desmond shook his head and laughed. “Pussy whipped nigga,” Desmond continued as he laid his phone down on the table. Looking over at Malachi, he shook his head once again. “So, sin
ce you want to preach to me about moving on and shit, how about you do the same?”

  “What the hell you talking about, Des?” Malachi asked as he rubbed his chin.

  “Nigga, don’t play dumb with me. I’m talking about pining for your brother’s wife is not a good look. So get over it. Matter of fact, did you ever get your dick wet with that stripper?” Desmond asked.

  “Why the hell would you ask me that when you saw how she ran away after she

  took off her mask”. Malachi stated.

  “Now that’s some crazy shit. It don’t make no sense for Stacey to be out here stripping with the salary and bonuses Dre and Ari pay her. Something else is going on”. Desmond said matter of factly.

  Malachi nodded his head in agreement, “She’s a pretty girl too. We need to look into that and see what’s up with her.”

  Desmond looked at Malachi with wide eyes as the waitress approached the table with their food.

  “Here is chicken fettucine and a Corona for you,” she announced cheerfully as she placed the meal in front of Desmond. “And here is shrimp fettucine and Hennessey and Coke for you. Would you gentlemen like anything else?” The waitress asked them.

  “No, that will be it. Thank you.” Malachi responded.

  “Okay. Enjoy your meals.” the waitress said cheerfully and walked away.

  Desmond turned his attention to Malachi. “ Uuuh, nigga, now what the hell were you saying? What the fuck do you mean we? Did they teach your ass French or something when you were locked up? Why the hell would I go see about that girl? I don’t know her like that.”

  “Well, according to Ava, she’s like family. She’s been working at Aeikan’s Sports for how long? A year and half? Ava says she’s been to events and functions with you guys. She says Stacey’s son Elijah is even friends with A.J. So, like I said, we need to go see about her.”

  “Yeah, okay. Let me check my schedule and I’ll get back to you.” Desmond stuffed fettucine in his mouth.

  Malachi simply shook his head at Desmond’s ignorance. “Oh, and one more thing, I’m not pining for my brother’s wife. I’m happy for Dre. So you can forget all that shit you talking.”

  “Shut the hell up, Mal. Save all that hot shit for someone who don’t know you because it get’s none here. I see right through your ass. You haven’t change one bit. You still the same dillusional ass and out of touch with reality Malachi. Things are the way they are only in that sick twisted brain of yours. I bet when you look at Ari, you don’t even see Dre’s wife. I bet when you look at her you still see that fourteen and fifteen year old girl who was your teenage love instead of the grown ass thirty five year old woman who is now married to Dre and is the mother of his child.” Desmond pointed and eyed Malachi. “Matter of fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you fooled yourself to believe you deserve to be with her because you saved her life and partially killed for her.” Desmond continued as he chuckled.

  Malachi stared at Desmond for what seemed like a long time as he sipped on his drink. “And what if I did?” Malachi questioned. Malachi’s eyes turned rather dark for about a second and then suddenly appeared normal again. Desmond looked at Malachi as he placed his fork down. Leaning back against the booth chair, he took a swallow of his Corona as he stared at him. Malachi leaned forward and placed his left elbow on the table while using his left hand to rub his chin. “Don’t you think I would be well within my rights?”

  ________

  At fifty years of age, Rolonda was still a vibrant and beautiful woman. She was a teenage mom who gave birth to both Candace and Malachi at a very young age. Malachi and Candace’s father was killed in a drive by shooting when they were three and five years old, leaving Rolonda as a single mother. As a woman with little family, she struggled and sacrificed for years to give her children every thing they needed. Rolonda tried the relationship thing again when Malachi was eight years old but once that failed, dating and relationships took a back burner as she focused on her kids. When Candace passed away and Malachi was sentenced to twenty years in prison, Rolonda’s spirit died. She spent years practicing celibacy, completely blocking dating and sex out of her life. She pretty much lived like a nun until meeting a handsome stranger recently. The stranger turned out to be not a stranger after all, but an old high school friend connecting Rolonda to secrets from the past.

  Those secrets, however were the furthest thing from Rolonda’s mind as this mystery man was currently putting a hurting on her born again virgin kitty kat. After spending countless years sexually deprived, Rolonda was on cloud nine as he was hitting spots she forgot even existed. As she was putting in her best effort not to scream, he lifted his body up from on top of her as he positioned himself on his knees, placed her right leg on top of his shoulder, fondled her left breast and pounded into her until she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

  “Ooooh, good laaaawd! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Oooooooohhhhhh! My…….Damn Ian! Ian! aaaaaah!” Rolonda’s screams of passion only enticed him to give it to her harder, and that he did. Once he felt how wet she was and how her body trembled, he pumped into her a few more times until he finally reached his peak. Placing her leg down from his shoulder, he laid back down on the bed, pulling Rolonda‘s head on his chest. As he rubbed her sweaty back he kissed her shoulder while he looked in her eyes.

  “Ro, we are way too old to be sneaking around like a couple of teenagers. We sneaking in hotel rooms when I have a huge house and you have a huge house. We have to come out with this relationship. I want to officially meet your son and I’m also ready to tell my son the truth. I want to have a relationship with him, his wife and my grand son. I can’t keep doing this,” he confessed as he sat up in the bed.

  Rolonda sat up as well and stared in his eyes. “You’re right and its not fair to you. It’s just that, Malachi just recently came home. It feels so good to have my son back. I just don’t want to make him upset. Also, we have a lot to explain, Ian. You confessing will raise a lot of questions. We will have to reveal more secrets. Secrets I’m not sure I want to come out.” Rolonda expressed with a worried look on her face.

  “I hear what you’re saying. Yes, we have a lot of explaining to do, but all those things happened when we were teenagers, Ro. I have a lot of regrets. Okay, I do. I wish I didn’t hurt Justine the way I did, I wish I stood up to her father. I wish I was there for you when you really needed me. I wish I was there when Candace passed away, but when my career took off that’s all that mattered to me at the time. I was this young selfish kid making a lot of money. That’s all I cared about. I’m sorry.” Ian took a hold of Rolonda’s hands and kissed them.

  Rolonda closed her eyes as she sighed. She opened her eyes once again and she continued to stare in his eyes. “It’s okay, Ian. I forgive you for everything. I used to be so angry with you. When you turned your back on me I went on with my life and never looked back. When I met Justine I didn’t even recognize her at first.” Rolonda admitted with a chuckle. “If she did, she probably would have scratched my eyes out.”

  Rolonda and Ian both chuckled.

  “Yes, she was a feisty little thing.” Ian said with a far away look in his eyes.

  Rolonda cleared her throat, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Look, Ian, you are right. It’s time for us to come out in the open with everything. So look, Andre’s surprise birthday party is in two weeks. We can make our announcement there and you can tell Andre you are his biological father. We will reveal everything. I will bring you as my

  date, that is, if you don’t have a prior engagement.’’ Rolonda said with a smile.

  “Of course not. You have yourself a date, pretty lady. But I don’ think we should do it at his party. I think we should have a meeting with Andre and Malachi privately. I think I’m falling for you, Rolonda James,” he admitted as he caressed her face.

  Rolonda blushed like a schoolgirl with her first crush. “I think I’m falling for you too, Ian Waters.

  Chapter Twelve

  Aeikan Sports &
Marketing

  Andre’s Office

  “Is the door locked?” Arianna whispered in Andre’s ears as she straddled him.

  “Yeah, why?” He asked as he kissed her neck.

  Grinning a devilish grin, she stood up as she took off her suit jacket and placed it on his desk. She licked her lips seductively as she slid to her knees. Before he even protested she unzipped his pants, freed his manhood from inside of his boxers and circled the tip with her tongue. Once she was done teasing him, she placed his whole nine inches in her mouth and swallowed him whole.

  “Ooh shit!” Andre squealed as he watched her in awe. “Damn girl, I think I created a monster,” he whispered as he caressed her hair and her face.

  Arianna continued working her magic with her tongue. She enjoyed pleasing Andre. Spending countless lessons practicing oral sex with a dildo, courtesy of Angeline, indeed payed off, based on Andre’s reactions each time she performed on him.

  Andre leaned forward in his chair as he continued caressing her hair and face. As he felt his peak a rising, he tried to gently pull his manhood out from her warm, soothing mouth. “Ri, babe, take it out. I’m cuming.” Andre whispered as he tried to gently push her head back but

  Arianna continued slurping, licking and sucking as if her life depended on it.

  “Babe, I don’t want to cum in your mouth. Stop.” Andre whispered while he tried to pull his tool from her mouth once again but to no avail. Unable to hold it in any longer, he leaned forward, held her head in place as he released in her mouth.

  “Aaah! Fuck!” Andre groaned as he continued holding Arianna’s head in place.

  As he released, he watched in a mixture of shock and excitement as she swallowed every last drop and not missing a beat. As he pulled himself out of her mouth, she smiled.