“It has been a long time, hasn’t it, baby?” he slurred.
“Yes, it has. Long overdue.” I winced at my words.
I had to catch myself from gagging. I didn’t want to do what I was about to do, but I had no other choice. I’d be damned if I was going to spend the next twenty-five years to life in prison scrubs. I took a deep breath before bowing my head to his. As soon as I breathed on his dick, it rose to the nine inches that I remembered. I had to give myself a pep talk. I closed my eyes and pretended that he was Kingston. As soon as I latched onto him, he immediately began moaning.
“Damn, Niquole! Baby, I miss this.”
At that moment, I didn’t want him to call me Niquole. I wanted to be Nikki to him again. My head dipped and bobbed at a nice pace as my saliva trickled down his dick. Seconds later, the son-of-a-bitch began rolling around in my mouth then ran his fingers through my hair. I teased the tip with my tongue and he nearly lost it.
“You like that, baby?” I asked when I came up for air five minutes later.
“Yeah. Don’t stop,” Germaine ordered as he helped my head back down.
Okay, damn it! I’m not about to be down here for another five minutes. I should’ve rethought my strategy because I knew it was going to be hard for him to cum since he was drunk. I bobbed, dipped and stroked for what seemed like forever.
“Mmmmm, baby, I need you inside of me,” I whined then climbed on top of him. “I need to see what I’ve been missing.”
This shit was really killing me, but I had to make sure that I put on a damn good show. So far so good. Germaine surprised me when he stuck two of his fingers inside my pussy. I was even getting a little pissed off at myself because I was beginning to enjoy it. That wasn’t part of the plan. I found myself riding his fingers.
“You like that, Nikki?” he asked. “You want this dick on that pussy, baby?”
“Ooooooh…yes!” I wanted to slap myself.
“We can do that,” he agreed, “but not like you think we’re gonna do it.”
Suddenly, he stopped. I was confused as I watched Germaine lean over to his nightstand and pull out a few condoms from the drawer. What in the hell were those doing in there? All I could think about was him having a bitch in my house when I wasn’t home. He handed me one of the condoms.
“What is this for?” I asked staring at the Trojan.
“We haven’t fucked in nearly a year, but I’m more than sure that you have,” he stressed.
“Why do you have rubbers in here, Germaine?” I asked curiously.
“Do you really think I’m going inside of you bare?” I was stunned by his words, but he was right. I couldn’t blame him. “I had them in case something eventually popped off between me and you. I wanted to be prepared.”
I gave him a crazy look.
“Put it on me,” he ordered. I stared at him for a brief moment. “What are you waiting for Niquole..Nikki or whoever the hell you wanna be called? This is what you wanted, right?” Although he was drunk, he was very alert. I didn’t want him to be that way. I ripped the wrapper open then rolled the condom onto him. “Now what?” he asked as he stared back at me.
Going through with the plan, I lifted myself up and attempted to maneuver my pussy over the tip of his dick to get it back wet, but he had other ideas. He gripped my hips and pushed me down on him. I screamed since I was still a little dry. “This is what you wanted, right?” Germaine asked as he forcefully helped me ride him. His nails dug deep into my thighs. “Act like you want it, Nikki,” he demanded as he thrust harder and deeper inside of me. “Pretend I’m him.”
I wanted to cry, but fought the urge.
“Ooooooh…Germaine…” I played out my part.
“You must really think I’m fucking stupid, huh?” he asked causing me to halt the ride. But he made me pick the pace back up. “Don’t think this changes shit. I still wanna know who killed my fucking friend. Now, continue fucking me. I’ve got all night.” My plans had taken an immediate nosedive. He’d been onto me all along. “You can do better than that, can’t you?” Germaine asked sarcastically as I rode him with no enthusiasm. “You need some help?” I could feel the tears in the back of my eyes, but I kept them at bay. I didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. Instead, I lifted my body up a little and planted my feet on the mattress. “That’s what I’m talking ‘bout, baby,” he jeered. “Just like old times. Talk to me, baby.” He had to be joking. How much more torture was he expecting me to endure? “Talk!” he barked.
“This feels so good, baby,” I moaned.
“Ride it! Ride it” he demanded then tried to match my rhythm. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to get off this train. It was pointless to me now. I stopped and tried to climb off of him, but he grabbed me. “What in the hell are you doing?” Germaine asked like he was dumbfounded by my move.
I shook my head. “I’m not doing this with you anymore, Germaine.”
“So, you thought you were gonna try and play me? You thought that by fucking me I would forget what I know? You wanna know my intentions? You wanna know what I plan on doing with the evidence?”
I slowly nodded my head and said, “Yes.”
“So, now the ball is in my corner, huh?”
When I nodded again, Germaine slid from under me and onto his knees. He caressed my face and stared into my eyes then whispered, “You will never know. Now, let’s finish what you started.”
I was now on my back taking him, listening to him groan in my ear and feeling him squeezing my breasts. All I could do was lie there and let him have his way with me. Now, I really wanted him dead.
CHAPTER 19
Around ten the next morning, I woke up and rolled over onto a used condom. At that moment, Germaine’s seeds gushed out of it and onto my stomach. Disgusted, I grabbed the beige sheet and wiped it off. He even had the nerve to have his hand on my thigh. He didn’t move when I pushed that shit off me. He wouldn’t have known the difference anyway because his ass was passed out. Pulling my naked body up, I sat at the foot of the bed and shook my head at the used condoms on the floor. Even my lingerie had been practically ripped to shreds.
He had a field day with me and I can’t do a damn thing about it, I thought.
My entire body was soar. I wanted to grab one of the pillows and smother his ass with it. I actually would’ve done it if I didn’t think he would wake up. As Germaine went into second gear with his loud snores, I took one last glance at him. I wished I had a butcher knife. I definitely would’ve Lorena Bobbitted his ass while he slept.
Disregarding that thought, I slowly opened the door and slithered out then rushed to the bathroom to take a shower. While I let the water attempt to soothe my body, I allowed thoughts from that night before to swarm my mind. I wanted to vomit when Germaine kissed me and filled my mouth with his alcohol ridden breath. When he was on top of me, the alcohol seeped through his pours and dripped onto my skin and into my eyes causing them to burn. The only thing I could do was lay there and take whatever he dished at me. I was pissed, and determined to get him back at all cost.
After showering, I glanced in Germaine’s room and quickly realized that he was still asleep. Trotting to my office, I went straight to my laptop that was still on. It also had the words, incorrect password highlighted on the screen.
“That son-of-a-bitch must’ve been snooping when I finally fell asleep,” I mumbled to myself.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his sad tactics. Not unless he knew Kingston on a first name bases, he would never figure out my password.
I sat down in my chair, threw my head back and took a deep breath as thoughts of the past few months skipped through my brain. How in the hell had I gotten myself in such deep shit? The only way for me to get out of it was to tell Kingston, but that was going to be hard. Not only would he be pissed, but I’m sure he would never trust me again. I couldn’t have that. One thing was for sure though, I needed to get out of that house with Germaine before he woke up. I don’t th
ink I could take another sex session with him. My body now belonged to Kingston and Germaine had violated it.
I pushed myself up out of the chair and hurried to my closet. I pulled a pair of dark Seven jeans followed by a black embellished tank top, and some Giuseppe ballerina flats. I didn’t have time to dress to impress right now. After placing my hair behind my ears, I grabbed my laptop. I didn’t wanna leave it behind for fear that Germaine would destroy it or better yet, find a way to get inside. I was just about to close down the screen then thought about checking my emails really quick. As soon as I opened my account, my heart rate increased.
$50,000 by tomorrow or your hubby gets the pics of you and your lover.
I glanced over the email a few times before pressing the reply button. I knew I wouldn’t get a response just like all the other times I’d sent one, but whoever it was had to know that I was serious. I’d had enough of this bullshit.
Do whatever-the-fuck you wanna do because I ain’t paying you another fuckin’ dime.
I’d given up over $80,000 since this shit first started, so the game was about to end here. If Germaine finds out what’s going on, fuck it. I’ll just see his ass in court.
I closed the laptop, grabbed my brown Bottega Veneta hobo bag off my desk and flew out of the house. My first thought after hopping in my car were my boys. I needed to get them and the person that was going to help me was my mother. The bitch owed me anyway.
****
Twenty minutes after leaving the house, I swerved into my mother’s yard, jumped out of my car and hurried to her front door. She’d changed the locks a few months back and still hadn’t bother to give me a key, so I had to knock like a fucking stranger. I didn’t bother to ask why either because I already knew. She didn’t want me in her house unless she was there. Her ass probably thought I would brush up on her man. Sadly, she was probably right.
I rang the doorbell and knocked on the door like a mad woman. Eventually, she yanked it open. I could tell she was pissed. After staring her up and down, I watched her tie her baby blue satin robe then run her fingers through her hair.
“Were you fucking?” I asked.
“What in the hell do you want, Nikki?” she answered in an extremely irritated tone then closed the door behind her.
“I need your help.” When she folded her arms across her chest, I frowned. “I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong?” I questioned after watching the attitude form on her face.
“Why in the hell would I help you with anything?”
“Bitch, because you owe me!”
“Owe you? Owe you?” my mother asked as if she couldn’t believe her ears. “I don’t owe you anything. I…”
“Let me stop you right there. I think I came at you wrong.”
“Yes, you did,” she agreed.
“Well, let me fix that. You’re gonna help me.”
She smiled sinisterly “Again, why should I help you?”
I guess my mother thought she had me by the reigns, but she must’ve forgotten who I was.
“It won’t take much for me to revert back to that teenager who used to take all your men. I’m sure that I’ve been the topic of several conversations between you and your beau.” Her smile quickly diminished and she unfolded her arms. I had her.
“What do you want, Niquole?” she asked in a defeated tone.
“I need you to go pack some things. I need you and the boys to hide out for a while.”
Her eyebrows crinkled “Hide out? What? What’s going on?”
“Look, I’ve got some things I need to figure out. You need to…”
“What do the boys have to do with this?” she interrupted.
“Just go pack a bag. I’ll be in the car waiting. Hurry up because I’ve gotta get the boys.”
I didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, I walked to my car, sat inside and waited. After ten minutes, I began honking my horn. She needed to hurry up.
Seconds after blowing my horn a few more times, her lover appeared in the door. She was right behind him with a duffel bag. After kissing him on the lips, she finally headed toward my car. He waved at me, but I rolled my eyes at the six-feet-three, chocolate God. I couldn’t stand that bastard since he turned me down when I made a pass at him weeks before I met Kingston. I wondered if things would be different since I was no longer pregnant. It didn’t matter, I had a man now.
“So, where are we going?” my mother asked when she slid her seatbelt on.
“Germaine’s mom’s house.”
A petrified look formed on her face after those words, but she said nothing. I guess she knew that we were about to drive through the gates of hell. The twenty-five minute drive to Germaine’s mom’s house was quiet. Obviously, neither of us wanted to push the other’s buttons.
“I’ll be right back,” I addressed to her when I pulled into Germaine’s mother’s driveway.
“Don’t do anything crazy, Nikki,” she said to me before I stepped out the car.
“As long as that bitch doesn’t…I’m cool.”
I took long, hard steps toward the house like a landlord about to evict a tenant. After climbing the three steps, I rang the doorbell. Instantly, I heard Johnathan yelling to his grandmother that someone was at the door. Moments later, she opened it. You would’ve thought that I was the grim reaper from her expression.
“May I help you?” Glenda asked as if I had no business coming to her house.
I returned the same evil glare she was giving me. “I’m picking up my boys.”
“Germaine didn’t run that by me.”
I jerked my head back in disbelief then lit into her ass. “Germaine doesn’t have to run shit by you when it comes to my kids.”
“Well…”
“Well, nothing!” I pushed her out the way and stormed inside the house to collect my children.
“You need to get the hell out of my house!” Glenda walked up behind me as I lifed Nathan from his playpen. “You can’t take them. I have to call Germaine.”
“Call him!” I screamed, startling Nathan in the process.
“What’s going on in here?” Germaine’s passive father limped from the back of the house like we’d just disturbed his sleep.
“She’s trying to take the boys,” Glenda informed him.
He turned to me. “Niquole, what’s going on? Did you and my son have a fight or something?”
If only he knew. “I just came to get my boys.”
“Let’s just call Germaine,” he said thinking that would satisfy the situation.
“Like I told your wife, I don’t have to get permission to get my children,” I addressed him. “But if you want to feel like you did something, go ahead and call him. Good luck getting his drunk ass on the fucking phone!”
“Drunk?” Glenda asked in shock. “My son doesn’t drink.”
I laughed. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. All your son does is sit, drink and smoke all day.” I watched as she grab the black cordless phone from the coffee table. I assumed she was calling Germaine and as I expected, he didn’t answer. “You can call the house or his cell all you want,” I said when Glenda started dialing again. “You might stand a better chance by just dropping by the house.”
“You are a wicked lil’ tramp,” she growled at me. “If he is drinking, I’m sure it’s because of you!”
“Oh well. Wouldn’t be the first time a man did something crazy because of me,” I smiled wickedly as I thought back to Kingston killing Hummer.
“Get out of my house!” she screamed.
“Gladly.”
I pulled a weeping Johnathan from the sofa and walked toward the door. I stopped when I saw my mother in the doorway. “Took your ass long enough,” I frowned, thinking that Germaine’s mom could’ve been killing me while mine sat in the car. She lifted Johnathan in her arms as we walked back to the car.
“Nikki, what are you doing?” she asked after we drove off.
I ignored her because Johnathan’s crying was getti
ng on my nerves. “Will you shut up?” I yelled at him. That only made it worse. He cried louder and harder.
“Nikki, whatever is going on with you please don’t take it out on these boys.”
“Well, I guess I learned from the best because you sure as hell used to take your anger out on me,” I reminded her.
I turned the volume up on the radio to drown Johnathan’s cries. I had too much on my mind and I didn’t need him or my mother to add to it.
CHAPTER 20
“Don’t answer your damn phone if Germaine calls you,” I threatened my mother after securing her and my boys in at the Four Seasons. “And don’t call him!”
“You need to tell me what’s going on, Nikki? Why are you hiding the boys from their father?”
“I have my reasons. Just don’t answer the phone if he calls.”
I kissed my boys goodbye then left. As soon as I hopped in my car, I called Kingston. He needed to know what was going on.
“What’s up?” he answered.
I didn’t like his greeting, but what the hell. “I need to see you. We need to talk.” I ranted. “When can we meet?”
“Well, actually, I’m in town now.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were in town?”
“Because I’m not gonna be here long and I don’t have to tell you my every fucking move.”
I was blown away by his attitude. “You still should’ve called me.” I was starting to get sick on the stomach knowing that he was damn near in arms reach and I didn’t even know it.
“What’s the emergency, Niquole?”
“We can’t do this over the phone. I can get us a room.”
“I don’t have time for that.”
“I wasn’t asking you to fuck me, Kingston,” I said in an insulted tone. “Privacy.”
“I’ve got things I need to take care of, Niquole.”
He was making this harder than it needed it to be. “Well, can you catch a later flight? Can you meet me later? This is important,” I practically begged.
I could tell that he was thinking about my proposal because he was silent for a few seconds. “Where and what time?”
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