by Kim Kaye
“I’m just agreeing with you, Jabari. I need to get going. Jazzlene wants me to go with her to get the gifts for the gift baskets.”
“You’re not leaving outta here, until you finish what we started,” He demands, as he steps into the shower with me.
“Jabari, I’m not for the mind games. Less than five minutes ago, you were ending this relationship, or as I would like to call it, sexationship.”
“I don’t really wanna end this shit, Ma. But I gotta do what’s right. Can’t you understand what I’m saying?” Jabari asks me, as he washes my back.
“I understand exactly what you are saying. So please let me finish my shower, alone Jabari!” I am hurt, but I’m not gonna show it. I know that he will be back. He is still standing behind me and I am trying to hold the tears, threatening to fall from my eyes.
“I am in love with Jazzlene, but I love you too, Ja’nelle. You don’t understand how hard it is for me to let you go. I wish that things can be like they are now forever. But you and I both know that shit doesn’t always go so smooth. I just don’t know what to do.”
“You can fuck me like it is the last time, then whatever happens once we leave outta this room, just happens. I love you, Jabari. I know that I’m married but I don’t love him, like I love you.
I can see how much you love Jazzlene. It hurts me to my core to know that you are actually going to marry her, after telling me that you weren’t ready to settle down. But I’m still here, because there is no place I’d rather be.
Please don’t leave me, Jabari. I promise to play my position. You don’t have to worry about me telling Jazzy anything about what we do. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I love my sister and I don’t want her to hurt.”
I am now crying my eyes out, because I can’t hold my emotions back. Once I look into his eyes, he puts both hands on either side of my face and he uses his thumbs to wipe away my tears.
“Dammit, Ja’nelle! Why are we in this mess? Do you promise that you will never tell your sister about what we do?”
“I haven’t told her yet! I promise to never open my mouth, Jabari. I would rather have a piece of you, than nothing at all.”
And then it happens. For the first time since he and my sister have been together, he says those three magical words.
“I love you, Ja’nelle.”
He kisses me way more passionately, than he has ever done before. Then he pushes my body, up against the shower wall. I wrap my legs around his waist, as we continue to kiss and grope all over each other.
“I love you too, Jabari. Make love to me, Baby. Please!”
We rush out of the shower and then we jump into the already destroyed bed. We don’t even use protection this time, because I am already pregnant.
“My God, Ja’nelle! What are you doing to me?” Jabari moans out, as his eyes roll into the back of his head.
I am on top, enjoying the ride. Every time that I rise up, I make my pussy muscles contract, like I am doing kegel exercises. I wound my midsection and grind on every beautiful inch of Jabari’s love tool.
His hands are roaming over my breasts, down to my hips and finally they rest on my nice big ass. He is massaging and squeezing it and I am in heaven.
“I’m just trying to make you feel good, Daddy. Enjoy the ride. I go into over drive, as I throw my hips up and down on his glorious stick.
I don’t waste any time turning around, so that he can see his favorite asset on my body. I switch to the froggy-style position, facing his feet and popping my ass all over his dick. I watch his toes open and close. That lets me know that I am doing a fabulous job.
“Look at this beautiful ass. You promise, I can have it anytime and anyplace, Nelle?” He moans.
“I promise, Daddy! Oh shit, Daddy, I’m about to cum!” He starts lifting his hips, so that he can match my movements. I am cumming hard and it is making a big mess, because I am squirting all over the bed. I roll off of him, once I get mine. I am now ready to tap out!
“We not finished, Baby. You wanted this dick, so you’d better take all of it!”
Jabari rolls me over on my stomach, and then he grabs both of my arms. He then pulls them behind me and enters my still very sensitive, dripping wet pussy from the back.
“Ahhhhhhhhh shit! You feel so good inside of me!”
Even though I am spent, I still am throwing my pussy and ass back at him. It’s just like I know that he likes it.
“You love this dick?”
He lets go of my arms and then he slaps both of my ass cheeks.
“It’s alright,” I say, knowing that he is gonna really start punishing my pussy now.
“It’s alright? Well let me make you fall in love with this dick then!”
He goes into overdrive, pounding away at my pussy. I am cumming so hard that I can no longer feel my legs.
“Tell me you love Daddy’s dick!”
I can’t believe that I am still squirting. I have never squirted like this before in my life.
“I love every inch of you, Jabari. Please don’t take it away from me!”
“I’m about to cum! Ah shittttt, Ja’nelle! You’ve got my fucking head gone girl!” Jabari screams, as he fills me up with every drop of his baby batter. He then rolls off of me, while I stretch my body out next to him.
After we catch our breath, I scoot closer to him and he wraps his arms around me.
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you, Ja’nelle.”
He looks at me and then he shakes his head, giving me his signature sexy half smile.
“I’m sure we can come up with something. But right now, I’ve gotta get outta here. I know that Jazzy is pissed because I’m late.”
I grab my cell and then I call Jazzy.
“Nelle, where are you? We were supposed to meet up at Tuesday Morning, ten minutes ago.”
“I’m sorry; I had a meeting that ran later than I expected for it to. But I’ll be there in ten minutes. Look around, until I get there.”
“I’m gonna run over to Menchies. Hopefully you will be here, by the time I get back.”
I can tell she is pissed and I am honestly sorry. However, I had to do what I had to do. Loosing Jabari and his perfect piece of man meat simply isn’t an option. Besides, he will be mine before it is all said and done anyway.
I will be the mother of his first child. There is no way that he will turn his back on me, once he realizes that the baby I’m carrying is his and not Hasaan’s.
“Okay... grab me some strawberry yogurt with pineapples, crushed nuts, and chocolate sauce, please.”
“That sounds good. I think I’ll get me some too. Hurry up, Nelle! I gotta meet Jabari and his Mama for dinner tonight. Lord knows, I really don’t want to. His mother doesn’t really care for me too much. I don’t understand why.”
Jazzy has a problem with wanting everyone to like her. I say fuck that old bitch. She is marrying Jabari, not her ass.
“I wouldn’t think too much of it. You did say that it was just the two of them, for all these years. I’m sure that she just has to get used to the idea of her son getting married.”
I finish my hoe bath and now I’m putting on my clothes. Jabari walks in behind me and is squeezing my ass. Of course, I back it up on him.
“I know that you are probably right. I just hate that she doesn’t like me. I should bring your ass with me to dinner tonight. That way, you can be my buffer. Would you go out to dinner with us? You can even bring Hasaan.”
“I don’t know, Jazzy. Let me think on it some. Hasaan is out of town at some damn barber convention in Detroit. I gotta find a sitter for Imanie, if I should decide to go.”
“If you promise to go, then I will find a sitter for my niece and pay for your dinner. Come on Nelle, please!”
“You know that I can’t turn your begging ass down. I will go, but only on one condition.”
“Anything Nelle; I’ll do whatever you want.”
“I want this pair of Chanel sunglasses. Th
ey cost a grip, but with your balling ass fiancé can afford them, I’m sure.”
“We can go and get them, just as soon as we finish here. I love you so much, Nelle. Hurry up!”
She hangs up the phone in my face.
“I gotta go Jabari, but I’ll see you later on at dinner.”
I kiss his lips and then I try to pull away. Only he pulls me back in to deepen the kiss, grabbing two handfuls of my ass.
“You are going to dinner with us tonight?” He asks, tying his space jam Jordans up.
“Yes I am, because your fiancé says that your mother doesn’t like her and that she isn’t even trying to hide it. You need to check yo’ Mama, Jabari or I will tonight. And you already know that I don’t play about my family,” I warn him, as we leave out of the room at the American Motel on Euclid Ave.
“Picture that!” He says, while hitting the locks on his car.
“Picture what?” I ask, with my hands perched on my hips.
“Picture you really giving a fuck about Jazzlene. You are fucking her fiancé.”
He is rolling hard behind that comment and I can’t lie; it cut deep. I open my car door and then I shoot him a look that can kill.
“Naw, she’s fucking my man. I was fucking you first, so don’t forget. And you need not get on my bad side, Jabari. I could end this whole damn wedding, at the drop of a dime!” I warn him, as I pull out of the parking lot.
He don’t really want it with me.
Chapter Seven
Jazzlene
Never disrespect your mother in law by calling her names.
Just call your husband a son of a bitch, while she is in the room. -Cap
I am rushing to get dressed, simply because me and Nelle spent way more time shopping than we had planned. Maybe if she wasn’t late, then we could’ve been finished on time. But of course, Nelle is never on time.
That’s all I need right now; just one more thing for Ms. Chandler to talk about. I really don’t understand what her deal is with me. Me and Jabari have been engaged for over two years now, so she needs to get over it!
Everyone usually loves me, but she has an issue with me. I think it’s because her and Jabari are so close. She probably thinks that I’m trying to take her baby away from her; although that is definitely not the case.
I would never want to break the bond that they have with one another. That is one of the main reasons why I fell in love with Jabari in the first place. His close relationship with his mother is an indicator of how he will treat his future wife.
The crazy thing is that when me and Jabari first got together, me and her got along just fine. It wasn’t until we got engaged that she started tripping. But she will have to get it together, because next month I will be Mrs. Chandler and she will simply be Ms. Chandler.
Miserable old bitch!
“Are you ready to bounce yet, Baby Girl? You know how my Mama hates waiting.” Jabari yells up the stairs.
Well we certainly wouldn’t want to keep the bitch waiting, now would we?
“Coming right down. I’m putting my shoes on now!”
Once I finish putting my shoes on, I look at myself in the mirror and I am impressed with what I see. I’m not wearing anything too revealing, because I don’t want to get the side eye from the old bat.
I chose an off the shoulder multi colored blouse, along with a high-waist white pencil skirt. I’m wearing a pair of Emilio Pucci orange stilettos, with the matching orange Emilio Pucci satchel purse. I pair it perfectly with diamond and platinum jewelry.
I walk downstairs and Jabari is in a heated conversation, which he immediately ends the moment that he notices me coming down the stairs.
“Is everything alright, Bae?” I ask.
“Everything is fine. That was just some business that I had to handle, before going to dinner with my two favorite girls.”
“I wish that we didn’t have to go to dinner tonight. Your mother hates me and all the dinners in the world won’t change that, Jabari.”
He wants for us to get along and I want it as well. At this particular point in time though, I really don’t give a fuck one way or another.
“My mother doesn’t hate you, Baby Girl. She is just used to having me all to herself.”
“Whatever you say. Bae, I’m just glad that Nelle will be meeting us there. I don’t think that I can handle your mother, all by myself tonight. I’m stressed enough with all of the wedding planning.”
“I got you too, Baby Girl. My mother is just gonna have to get used to you being around.”
We walk to Jabari’s new 2015 Mercedes Benz GLK-Class. I hate this truck. It is a family car, if you ask me. Yet, he swears that this truck is the bomb.
His mother will meet us at Soho Bar and Grille. I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard great things. We make small talk, the whole way to the restaurant. I notice that Jabari’s phone keeps on ringing back to back. Even though it is on silent, the backlight keeps on going off.
I can see his frustrated expression every time that the phone rings. I decide to snatch it up and answer it.
“Hello!”
I look over at Jabari, whose demeanor is cool as a fan.
“Um.... hello, is Jabari available,” A female asks, sounding nervous.
“Jabari is driving right now, so he can’t come to the phone. Would you like to leave a message?”
I can hear a baby bawling in the background.
“Can you tell him that Lela called? He will know what I’m calling about.”
“I sure will, Lela. And can you please wait until he calls you back? Don’t keep calling back to fucking back. If he wanted to talk, then he would’ve answered by now. Have a nice day!”
I hang up the phone, while giving him the mean mug.
“Who is Lela, Jabari?”
“That’s Twon’s little sister. After he got knocked last year, I promised that I would look after her. She just wants some money, as usual. I just told her before we left the house that I would hit her with a couple of stacks later on. But you know how that goes.”
I do remember him mentioning Twon, a time or two. So I let the issue slide. Besides, I am more worried about this dinner with Ms. Chandler. I don’t care what Jabari says. I know that she doesn’t like me.
“I believe you, Bae. It’s just my nerves are on edge. I hope that your mother likes the food here. We don’t need to give her another reason not to like me.”
Jabari opens my door and I step out of the car.
“You worry too much. Everything will be fine.”
He grabs my hand, as we make our way into the restaurant.
“Jazzy!” I hear Ja’nelle call out, from behind us. I stop so that she can catch up.
“I’m gonna go inside. Mama is already here.”
He kisses my forehead.
“Girl, I had to practically run out of the door. Hasaan never wants to keep Imanie, whenever I wanna be free. I swear; he likes the idea of me being barefoot and pregnant.”
As usual, Ja’nelle looks good; baby bump and all. She has on a teal baby doll dress with a pair of Mary Jane shoes to match. I can’t wait to be pregnant. Her glow is so bright.
“You know, he has been begging you to have another baby.”
“Let’s get in here with the old bird. You know that I won’t bite my tongue, if she gets outta pocket. I don’t play about my baby sister.”
We walk in, arm in arm. We spot Jabari and his mother.
“How are you doing, Ms. Chandler? This is my older sister, Ja’nelle. Ja’nelle, this is Ms. Chandler,” I introduce them, as we take our seats.
“I’m doing fine, for an old lady. You and your sister are both some beautiful girls. It’s so nice to meet you.”
Who is this lady and what did she do with the bitch whose been riding my back, for the last year and a half?
“Nice to finally meet you too, Ms. Chandler. Jazzlene has told me so much about you,” Ja’nelle smirks and I just smack my lips.
“
How is the wedding planning coming along? The big day is approaching fast,” She asks me, while taking a sip of her water.
“Everything is pretty much all set. I have a final fitting for my dress in two weeks and everyone has already been paid. I’m just ready to walk down the aisle to be Mrs. Chandler.”
I lean over to give Jabari a kiss on the lips.
“Take it easy on the food, Honey. We wouldn’t want those hips to spread much more before the wedding.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m just saying; you are hippy. We wouldn’t want the dressmaker to have to make some big alterations at the last minute.”
“My hips are just fine and that is the purpose of a seamstress; to make alterations. But you would know that, if you ever had the opportunity to get married.”
This bitch has one more time to get flip at the mouth, before she has to spit some teeth out.
Ja’nelle damn near chokes on her water, when I put the old bitch in her place.
“Ma, that was uncalled for. I will not have you disrespecting my wife like this, any longer.
“Did you not hear what she just said to me, Jabari?”
“I don’t want to get in your business, but Ms. Chandler I think that you owe my sister an apology. Jazzy ain’t even the type to get out of her element, without being taken there in the first place.”
“Well, I suggest that you stay out of this business, Missy. Jabari is my son and I don’t agree with this marriage, at all. It is all happening too fast!”
“Will you listen to yourself, Mother? We have been in a relationship for damn near three years. What do you mean, it is too soon?”
“I just don’t want you to make a mistake. What about getting to know someone? She has been in DC the majority of your relationship. How do you know that she hasn’t been fucking everything that moves?” She asks him, with a raised brow.
“You’ve got one more time to disrespect my wife!”
“She isn’t your wife yet, Jabari. But I will always be your mother!”
I’ve had enough of this bullshit. I get up from the table, with Ja’nelle following closely behind me. I am trying to be the bigger person and respect the old bitch. If I was to stay a moment longer, then I would surely beat her ass!
