Side Effects of Loving You 2

by Dominique Thomas

  “Hey bae, how you feeling?” Aamil asked as Shad played with his soft football. I rubbed my eyes and gave him a lazy grin.

  “I’m okay just a little sore and Aamilah if you messed up any of my makeup, daddy’s going to be taking me to Sephora very soon to make up for it.” Aamilah looked at me and she laughed. She put some pink lipstick on and rubbed it all over her damn mouth. Aamil and I laughed looking at her.

  “Aamilah, let’s go wash that off of your face before it breaks out,” I said grabbing my stuff from her. Her hair was in a huge, curly ball all over her head. I prayed I still had locks in my head. Aamil was pulling my shit so hard last night; I wouldn’t be surprised to see some laying around.

  “Momma is that your hair?” Aamilah asked picking up a lock by the bathroom door. I wasn’t even sure how it made it all the way over there. I grabbed it from her and shot Aamil a look. My fucking real hair better be okay or I was fucking him up.

  “She had to put some work in last night!” Aamil yelled trying to be funny as we stepped into the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I literally had to take a step back to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. Aamil had passion marks all over my fucking neck like we was sixteen and shit. My locks was tangled up and sticking up at the top. I tried to rake my hands through them and I couldn’t. I groaned and washed Aamilah’s face off. She ran out of the bathroom once I was finished with her and I decided to brush my teeth and wash my face. I cut the shower on and slipped off my robe. A hot shower was just what my body needed. I would get myself together and chill with the family.

  A few hours later after swimming with the kids and shopping, Aamil and I walked onto the beach behind the house and I was met with the prettiest scene before me. A table for two sat on the beach with tall tiki torches that were stuck into the sand. Red rose petals were all over the beach and leading up to the table. Aamil and I were both dressed casual in white only he was wearing a white linen shirt with linen shorts, while I wore a white maxi dress that hugged my breast and stopped just under my ass. It was hot as hell outside so I wanted to be cute and comfortable. My locks were hanging down and I had on a flower headband that Erin had gotten me for the trip. Aamil and I sat down and he looked across the table at me. These last few days had been so nice. I wished our life could be peaceful like this all of the time.

  “I really did have fun today,” I said just having to tell him how nice this vacation had been. Aamil licked his lips and smiled.

  “You did?”

  “Yeah! The kids love it here and I do too. We should say fuck Detroit and just stay here,” I half joked. Aamil laughed while looking at me.

  “Shit I wish we could. I’m just trying to make you smile baby. We been through so fucking much and I felt like I was about to lose you. I been one praying motherfucker the last few months!” he said and laughed again.

  “Nah, you wasn’t about to lose me, but I am fed up with the drama. Y’all got one last shipment and y’all good right?” Aamil took a sip of his water.

  “Yep and we good. We got that contract for the city plus our own shit. My restaurant and barbershops are doing well then there’s your boutique. We’ll be good. I promise you money will never be an issue for us,” he assured me.

  “What about my kid’s safety, Aamil?” Aamil looked me in the eyes.

  “That either.” I smiled and he popped the cork on the champagne. He poured us both a glass and we raised them. I smiled hard because Aamil was a lot of things, but right now he was just being my husband and I loved that. The kids and I didn’t have to share him with anyone. It was just us the way it was supposed to be.

  “This is to us. I thank God for you every day, Drew. I love my brother for bringing you into my life and I thank you for giving me two healthy, bad ass kids. Where would I be without my baby?” he asked. My eyes watered and I stood up. I walked over to him and sat on his lap. Where would he be without me? Shit I was lost until I found him. I looked him in the eyes as a few tears slid down my face.

  “Despite the things we’ve been through, you have helped me in ways no one has. Saw things in me that I didn’t even see in myself. You have helped me become the woman I am today. You are always on your money shit and you keep me on my money shit. You motivate me and show me what’s it’s like to really be loved. There is no nigga that could do anything for me because I have the realist nigga alive. We are so lucky to have each other and you will never have to wonder about where you would be without me because that day won’t come. I love daddy,” I said spilling my heart out onto his lap. Aamil took in a deep breath and he sighed.

  “I love you too bae,” he said and we kissed.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Olivia

  “What is he doing here?” I asked Quinn. Kadar let go of his balloon and walked up on me. I had been pretty good at keeping to myself and handling my business. I didn’t wanna get wrapped back up into him and his shit, but today wasn’t about any of that. It was my son’s birthday and I wanted to spend it at his grave although I knew that his spirit was with me everywhere that I went. I just felt close to him coming here.

  “Look I know right now what it is between us, but I wanna be there for you, okay?” he said holding a small blue teddy bear. I looked him up and down and slowly nodded. His tone seemed sincere and I knew he was just trying to be there for me, so I wasn’t going to trip. I sat down near Owen’s tombstone and took in the scenery around me. My son would have been five years old today. My heart ached at what could have been for him. I pulled out his card and decided to read it out loud while Quinn held Bella and Kadar sat by my side. If I said that his presence hadn’t comforted me more, then I definitely would have been lying.

  “Owen, we miss you, but mommy can feel you with her every day. I swear I can. Today you would have been five and we would have been throwing you a ridiculously fun party somewhere.” I laughed and held in my tears. I was tired of crying, but damn it was nearly impossible to hold the tears back. I wiped a few away and cleared my throat.

  “Your card says that, “Today is the day for you to have fun. Grab a big ball and enjoy the sun, today’s the day for you to play and sit back while everyone says, Happy Birthday. I wanted to buy you toys, but Auntie Quinn said that it wouldn’t be healthy or normal for mommy to do that and she’s right. I have to accept that you’re not here even if I don’t want to. So I got a bracelet instead. I bought five charms each one celebrating a year of your life that was taken away from us. We love you, Owen, happy birthday baby boy,” I said and Kadar pulled me into his arms. I hugged him as I cried into his shirt.

  “It’s okay, O, let it out,” Kadar said as he rubbed my back.

  “Dang, Owen, I know you would have been so handsome and tall right about now. You probably would have been running all around tete’s house breaking shit,” Quinn said and we all laughed. I wiped my face and looked up so that I could smile at her. I noticed Kadar’s brothers and their wives walking up and I looked at him. He licked his full lips and gently caressed my cheek.

  “We might fight like a motherfucka, but we’re family, and they wanted to be here for you too. Sophie and Ameer lost a son as well, so they know how it feels. I’ma always be there for you no matter what,” Kadar said making my eyes water again. I hugged him tightly for a minute then stood up to greet his family. For as long as I could remember, it had always been just Quinn and I, but with Kadar, I was instantly thrown into this big family that did everything together. I hoped that even if Kadar and I remained apart, I could still count on them to be there for Bella and love her still the same.

  “I’m so sorry, Olivia,” Sophie said hugging me. I nodded and hugged her back.

  “Thank you.” Sophie pulled back from me and handed me a pretty big blue balloon that had a five on it. She handed me a small Tiffany’s box and I opened it. I was shocked to get anything because their presence alone was enough for me.

  “It’s a teddy bear necklace. I know how it feels to lose
a child. I think about Kadeem every day and I know that he is watching over me and his father, the same way your son is. You’ll be okay,” she said wiping away her own tears. I looked down at the beautiful rose gold necklace, thankful to have her kind words. I closed the box and gave Sophie another hug. Sariel pulled me into a hug after I left Sophie go and we talked while Kadar and his brothers sat down by Owen’s grave. It felt good to be with the family and not have drama even if it we were at my son’s grave. I loved how they picked each other up and supported one another. That’s what family was, love.

  “So, how have you been?” Sariel asked me. I held onto her side as I watched Erin hold Bella.

  “I’ve been okay, better than before, but this. I mean this sets me back ma. Now I just wanna run into his arms and tell him to come home.”

  Sariel laughed.

  “I know they fuck up then they do something so sweet that makes you wonder if they are even the same man. Kadar loves you, but he has to show it all of the time. Maybe you two should try counseling or is it too late?” I looked at Kadar and he stopped laughing to look at me. He was wearing a brown Polo sweater with black jeans and wheat Timbs. The weather was starting to change and he was looking handsome as ever. I did miss him, but I still had all of his shit he had done fresh on my mind.

  “I don’t know ma. I love him, I do, and a huge part of me knows that Angel and I could never be. I do like how Angel treats me though. I feel like he wants me more than Kadar does. I feel like Kadar knows that I love him, so he feels like he doesn’t have to put any work into anything with me and that pisses me off. When we first got together, he was doing all type of things, but that stopped over time and now it’s like the bare minimum. What drew me to Angel was the way he made feel beautiful.” I laughed thinking about my words. “I know I sound so cliché right now, but that’s real. He did stuff that Kadar stopped doing. I don’t wanna cause another beef or whatever, so I’ve chose to not take it all the way with Angel, but it’s hard. He’s fine as hell ma.” Sariel smiled and bumped me with her hip.

  “I know he is, shit I’m not blind. He’s fine as hell, but he could be too close to home. He has business with them so that could get messy, Olivia. However you’re a grown woman so you can see who you want. Just know that before Angel and after him, Kadar will still be Bella’s father. I wouldn’t let emotions push me too far away from a man I love because a man I like is looking like he could be the one. Angel still goes to see his baby momma regularly and probably comes with his own pile of shit too because every man do, so don’t let him make you think he’s perfect. No man is perfect. You just have to find the right one for you, that could be Kadar or someone new. Pray on it baby,” she said and I hugged her again. This was Kadar’s family that had accepted me as their own and again I could only pray that if I did leave him they would still love me like they do because I wasn’t sure if Kadar was the man for me anymore.

  ****

  “So, what are you to your baby momma?” Angel looked up from his phone and his sexy eyes took me in. Against my better judgment, I allowed for him to take me to Chicago for the weekend. I was still feeling down about Owen and knew that this little mini vacay would be nice. Sariel said that she would love to keep Bella for me, which I appreciated it.

  “We’re parents to our kids,” he replied slowly and went back to reading something on his phone. I looked out onto downtown Chicago and took in the beauty of the city.

  “I know that smart ass. Are you two fucking?” Angel sat his phone down onto the table and looked me in the eyes. He had just gotten in from working out so he was wearing a hoodie with grey sweats and his body was so buffed up. It was impossible for me to not stare at it.

  “Where this coming from? Kadar?” I shook my head wrapping the throw around my shoulders.

  “No, it’s coming from me. I wanna know, but damn if it’s a problem then we can just talk about something else.”

  “We still fuck from time to time if that’s what you’re asking. Like I’m sure you and Kadar still do,” he replied and stood up. He grabbed his phone and walked over to me. He bent down and leaned towards my ear. “Never once did I lie and say I wasn’t fucking her. That’s not the real issue though, is it? You scared to fuck with me so you looking for reasons on why you should stop.” Angel kissed me on my cheek and gently sucked on my ear lobe. “Give me a real chance to make you happy and you’ll never look at Kadar the same again. Don’t let me just feel on it let me put a dent in that shit,” he whispered and walked away. I bit down onto my lip and looked up at the clouds. Damn, what was I supposed to even say to that? I went back into the suite and found Angel stripping out of his clothes. I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched him.

  “Look, I’m not trying to argue with you. I just don’t know if this is where I should be. You do business with Kadar and his family.” Angel stepped out of his jogging pants and stood before me in just his white Armani boxers. The freaky whore inside of me instantly looked at his dick imprint and damn I almost fell off the bed. He was so thick and long even though he wasn’t even hard he was hanging out the bottom of his fucking boxers.

  “Correction I do business with Ameer and he was kind enough to bring all his brothers in on it. Stop playing with a nigga and keep it real. You’re scared you might just fuck around and fall in love. Is that what it is?” he asked walking over to me. I slid back onto the bed and shook my head. My mouth was suddenly very dry.

  “Nah, you had a lot to say just a minute ago on why we shouldn’t be together. Look me in my eyes and tell me that you don’t want this and I swear I’ll leave you alone,” he said climbing up my body.

  “Wait, Angel, let’s talk at the table,” I said with my heart beating a mile a minute. Angel shook his head and kissed me on my navel. My stomach jumped with nervous jitters and he chuckled. He pulled down my pajama pants pulling my thongs with them. Angel took off my shirt and then sat back so he could give my body a once over. He had never seen me completely naked. His fingers slowly grazed my breast and hip bone. I could see his dick slowly harden.

  “Damn, Olivia, you really been holding out on a nigga. At least give me a real chance and if I fuck it up, then I can’t fault you for not messing with me. I know you can feel the chemistry we got,” he said and started rubbing circles around my clit. I closed my eyes and he slipped three fingers inside of me. They stretched, filled me up, and made me cream even more. Angel started sucking on my nipples and I couldn’t hold in my moans any longer.

  “Damn, Angel…shit.” Angel sucked on my nipple harder and curved his fingers up inside of me. They pushed against my spot and shit my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Angel brought his face to mine and stuck his tongue deep into my mouth. I looked him in the eyes and couldn’t believe that I was about to do this with him, but I wanted it, so I guess it was no turning back now.

  “Angel, please make me cum,” I begged and he moved his fingers faster. His thumb rubbed my clitoris and it didn’t take long for my body to explode. Angel took off his boxers and stuck his dick at my opening. He bit down hard on his bottom lip while rubbing the head all over my pussy lips.

  “Are we doing this?” he asked. I slowly nodded with my mouth slightly open and he pushed into me. Fuck! A fullness I hadn’t felt before hit me and he started to move. For a minute, I could only hold onto his arms. He was so big and long. What I’ve never been is a lazy fuck though so I found the courage to throw it back and meet him thrust for thrust. Angel grabbed my face and held it tightly while he drilled into me.

  “Damn you’re so fucking wet. Are you done keeping this pussy from me?” he asked and I could only nod. His dick brought tears to my eyes. He licked them away and kissed me hard on the lips as he made me cum again. Angel flipped me over and started hitting it from the back so hard I broke my damn nail trying to grab the cover. The last thing I remember is him carrying me to the shower. I didn’t realize he hadn’t used a fucking condom until I was using the bathroom and his cum started slidi
ng out of me. That fucked my orgasmic high all the way up.

  ****

  “You good?” I looked around the packed club in downtown Chicago and nodded. It was our last day in the Chi and Angel was meeting up with his business associates. We had been fucking like rabbits and truthfully, I was so fucking sore I couldn’t even dance. Angel had the kind of dick that swelled your shit up for a few days. That nigga could really put it down. My body needed to adjust to his girth, so I was taking it easy not even dancing when my songs came on. My fucking hips felt wider already.

  “Yeah, I’m good just tired,” I replied and Angel smirked. His black Tom Ford suit was looking very fucking good on him tonight and I was matching him perfectly in my black pants suit with my pointy toed stilettos.

  “Don’t be tapping out so soon. I want you to sit on my face when we get back to the room,” Angel said and leaned over to kiss me. I blushed and kissed him back, but I really just wanted to soak my shit not fuck some more.

  “Angel, what you doing here?” a loud voice yelled over the music. Angel and I looked up and Angel’s whole body stiffened. He stood up and walked up on the beautiful brown skinned woman. She looked to be Dominican with her peachy, brown skin and black, wavy hair. She was gorgeous, but the way she grilled me told me she was also once a fan of Angel’s good dick. I looked at her wide hips and wondered if he helped spread them.

  “Olivia, this is my kids’ mother Portia,” he said turning to me now holding Portia’s hand. I stood up and smiled at her. Shit I wasn’t about to fight her over a nigga that had been face deep in me all morning. The shit wasn’t that fucking serious.

  “Hi, Portia, your kids are really cute,” I said to just to fuck with her. Portia cocked her head to the side and shot Angel a glare.