Even When It's Wrong

by Nicole Jackson

  “Walk up,” Omari softly urged, as he placed a hand on the small of my back. “You aint always gotta strut,” he teased.

  “It’s not intentional,” I giggled.

  I felt him wrap his arms around my waist. “Ion believe you.”

  “That doesn’t surprise me,” I commented, as we made our way into the crowded Dave and Busters. I allowed Omari to guide me to the elevators, where we quickly hopped on, and shot up to the next floor. With him still wrapped around me, we stepped off the elevator. It was clearly darker there, and the blue strobe lights gave off a club vibe…at least from what I’d imagined a club to be like. Anyway, for a brief second, we halted, as he scanned the crowds.

  “There they go.” He nodded his head in Kells’ direction. Kells was standing near several other people, throwing back drinks, while others tossed the bowling balls down the alley.

  Together we strolled over to his boy. The moment Kells laid eyes on us, he chuckled.

  “What’s so funny?” Omari questioned with a hint of laughter in his voice.

  A tall chick with an even brown complexion leaned an elbow on Kells’ shoulder. She actually had a model’s frame with very striking facial features, coming fully equipped with high cheek bones, and pouty lips. She wore a cut-off tee that stopped just underneath her breasts, along with light blue distressed skin-tight jeans that showed off the fact that she had serious curves. I couldn’t determine if her dark, wild, and curly hair was natural or not, but the shit looked phenomenal. Honestly, she looked like the girls I’d see on TV, and that was worlds apart from old Glenda.

  “Is this your girlfriend, Omari?” the girl leaning on Kells questioned.

  My heart skipped a beat, because I knew that Kells knew of my mama, so the possibility of him disclosing me and Omari’s scandalous situation crossed my mind.

  “Mya, right?” she asked me. “Kells told me all about you.”

  Naturally, I lifted my brows in surprise. She seemed to be coming from a sincere place, which told me that she knew nothing about Meeka. And it also revealed that Omari’s closest friend saw me as his girl, and by all accounts, Omari seemed perfectly fine with me having that label.

  “Daynah, you full of shit,” Omari snickered. “When did he do that?”

  The girl he referred to as Daynah smirked. “No, I’m serious. He told me about your boo, after my friend unsuccessfully tried to get with you. Kells broke it down to me, letting me know that somebody already had you on lock. And I got on his ass for not letting me know that from jump. You know Ion play about bitches fucking unavailable niggas.”

  Unconsciously, I scratched the back of my neck, feeling a slight twinge of guilt.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t offend you, did I, Mya?” she asked.

  “Oh, no. I’m good. Sounds like you’re keeping it real to me,” I responded.

  “I am,” she smiled. “But keeping it realer, I am a little surprised that you’re this damn cute. I mean, Omari comes around occasionally, but he never brings you. And hell, from what I know about niggas, they usually like to show their bad bitches off. Cause, hon-ey, the way you’re shaped…bitches would pay top dollar to…” she rambled, until Kells cut her off.

  “Daynah, chill out. You just met the girl, and is just going on and on,” Kells complained.

  “Bae, I’m just saying. She has a nice physique. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that it immediately caught my attention. I know yall niggas love an ass like hers,” Daynah chattered candidly.

  I laughed heartedly, not taking offense to anything she’d said. Again, she seemed to be coming from a genuine place, and it was funny. She sounded like there was a bit of properness in her, and it was the exact opposite of Kells’ overt ghetto demeanor.

  “Dee, who are you over here talking to?” some chick walked over, and asked. Keeping it real, she was utterly beautiful to point that it was intimidating. She had the creamiest caramel complexion with the prettiest green eyes, along with a medium built but outlandishly curvaceous body. She wore an ensemble virtually identical to Daynah’s, and I realized that it was because they were a part of a bowling team, which was specified on their t-shirts.

  “Just chatting with Omari’s girlfriend,” Daynah reported.

  The pretty chick gave me an inviting smile. “Oh, okay. How are you?” she asked me.

  “I’m fine, and you?”

  “I’m cool.” Her eyes wandered to Omari. “I’m glad that you came, and brought someone with you. It’s girls against boys, and she looks like she can bowl. Or at least I hope.” She glanced at me. “But seriously, can you please tell me what I can do to get my booty like yours?”

  I giggled. “I guess eat all the noodles you can.”

  Her eyes brightened. “Well, I must be eating the wrong flavors, because those chili kind aint doing nothing for me.”

  “Josairah, come on,” some dude strutted over and demanded. For a few seconds, I just stood staring. The nigga was so damn fine that it was hard to put into words. I’m talking extremely bowlegged, peanut butter brown skin, super tall, nicely cut, long lashes, deep wavy hair having modern date Adonis. “It’s your turn,” he told the pretty girl, before slapping her on the booty. Like any red-blooded girl would, she blushed, before gently pushing him.

  “Jah, keep your hands off my booty. I keep telling you that,” she uttered, holding back a smile.

  “Fuck that. It’s my world, my game, and my girl. So, I can do what I want,” he got in her face. When he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her lips, I damn near melted for her.

  “Why you eye-fucking that nigga?” Omari whispered into my ear, startling me.

  I whipped my head around. “I wasn’t.”

  He twisted his lips. “Yeah, right. Don’t get fucked up tonight, Mya.”

  “Boy, chill out,” I mumbled.

  “Yeah, alright,” he scoffed.

  “Is that Gwuap’s non-rapping ass?” a chick blurted, as she sashayed over to us. Once again, she was stunningly attractive, and I was beginning to feel out of place. Still, before I could really study her, I noticed the nigga stepping right behind her.

  The nigga walking behind ole girl had some dazzling green eyes. The kind you get lost in. And was just overall fly, standing there looking like a million fucking bucks. And it really had me questioning who the hell had Kells linked up with. I mean, I’d known him for a while, even before I’d met Omari. It was from a short distance, but it was well enough for me to know that he’d been a petty hustler, barely surviving. But the company he was now keeping made it seem like he’d somehow hit the lottery.

  “Keyasia, Ion know why you wanna go there,” Omari addressed the chick. It was clear that they were familiar with each other, but I wasn’t convinced that it was through Kells’ girlfriend, Daynah.

  “Who’s your friend?” the girl Keyasia questioned. “You done with ya old skool?”

  My heart skipped a beat. How did she know about Meeka?

  Mr. Green Eyes frowned. “Keyasia, why you all in that man’s business?” he focused on Omari. “’Sup, homie?” they clasped hands.

  “I’m straight,” Omari replied.

  Keyasia waved the dude off. “It aint that deep. I’m just fucking with him.” She glanced my way, extending her hand. “I’m Keyasia. I been knowing Omari since he still had snot dripping from his nose. Don’t pay me no mind.” She shook my hand. “But you cute, though. I give you that. Got a ass out of this world. You ever thought about doing music videos?”

  “Ion know why you asking her that shit. You can’t even do videos,” Mr. Green Eyes sniped.

  “Cause you’s a hater,” Keyasia rolled her eyes.

  “Yeah, Key, she aint trying do that shit, either,” Omari added, clearly speaking for me. “She low key.”

  Keyasia cut her eyes at him. “Is she low key, or do you just want her to be?”

  Omari pursed his lips. “There you go.”

  I laughed, liking her bluntness.

  “Anyway, you bowl
ing with us, girl?” she asked me, as if she’d known me forever.

  “Yeah, I guess so.”

  “Corinthian, aint her booty big?” Keyasia asked Mr. Green Eyes.

  His head fell back, as he stifled a grin. “Girl,” he dragged out. “You crazy, man.”

  “I’m just saying. You know you wanna look. I bet you wish that you and Omari could trade places for a second,” she carried on.

  Omari chuckled. “Key, you stupid.”

  For the next two hours, I bowled like I’d been doing so my whole life. And I laughed. Which is crazy, because I never realized how much I didn’t, until then. Although, everyone I’d met seemed to be well off, they were all super cool. In between bowling they cracked jokes, and we exchanged information. I learned that the girl with the pretty eyes was Josairah, Daynah’s cousin. The dude with Josairah was her boyfriend, Jahrein Junior. Keyasia was Jahrein’s cousin, and Corinthian aka Wale was her man.

  I was the youngest person there, and I upped my age by a few months, claiming to be eighteen. Still, I was comfortable since all the girls were under twenty-five. Hell, me and Josairah weren’t old enough to drink, but that didn’t stop us. I’d become familiar with liquor from stealing my mama’s cheap alcohol, so I was tossing Grey Goose shots back. I was enjoying interacting with the girls, but every so often me and Omari would lock eyes, and he’d give me the warmest smile. That’s when it dawned on me that he’d listened to me. Us being there was a result of me wanting to get out, which he’d made happen.

  It comforted me to no end to know that he’d taken out the time to do something just to see a smile on my face. Nobody else in my life seemed to care, which made me appreciate him even more. But it also struck this unnerving fear in the pit of my stomach, as I recognized that the odds were stacked against us. And sadly, whatever it was that we shared could one day come to an end.

  ******

  “I can’t believe I let you talk me into staying in this dark ass apartment,” Omari grumbled, as I lit that last scented candle.

  “It aint that bad,” I told him. “Just relax. By the time we wake up there’ll be plenty of light to see.”

  He was laying across my mama’s bed, while I had my back to him. With the amount of intimacy, we’d shared I’d become incredibly comfortable around him, so I stood there in just my Victoria Secret’s lacy bra and panties. Grabbing my iPhone, I decided the play some music, setting the mood. I giggled to myself, as I thought of a scene from my favorite movie, Set It Off. Therefore, I played my absolute favorite song from the soundtrack.

  “Man, what you doing?” Omari pressed. “Come lay down.”

  Seductively, I spun around. With more confidence than I’d had in my entire life, I switched over to him. Pushing him onto his back, I straddled him. Slowly, I grinded into him, feeling his hard-on. With just the light the candles provided, I could see a flicker in his eyes. I stroked his face lovingly, wanting to be there with him forever.

  He clutched my booty with both hands, as he gazed up at me.

  “Omari,” I cleared my throat, wanting his full attention. “What’s it gonna be, cause I can’t pretend. Don’t you wanna be more than friends? Hold me tight and don’t let go-oo. You have the right to lose control-oo,” I sang sultrily.

  He chuckled heartily.

  “What’s so funny?” I whispered.

  “Your voice. That shit is sending chills down my spine. Gon make me fuck the shit out of you.”

  “Is that right?” I smiled. “I often fantasize the stars above would all shine. They know my heart, it speaks to you like only lovers do. If I could wear your clothes. I’d pretend I was you. And lose control,” I crooned, putting extra spice on it, whirling my hips around.

  “Man,” he drawled, gripping my waist, flipping me over. “Stop playing with me.” He attacked my neck, kissing me passionately.

  I giggled, while singing. “What’s it gonna be, cause I can’t pretend.”

  “I’ma show you what it’s gonna be, alright.” He roughly yanked off my bra. Squeezing my breasts together, he swayed his head back and forth, licking both nipples.

  “Oouu,” I gasped, arching my back. I swear, his touch had never felt better, and I felt uninhibited. Grabbing his cell, I tapped on the camera application. I needed to see him clearly, so I started a video, which provided extra light from the camera. I watched anxiously, as his kisses trailed further down. My clit thumped when he snatched my panties off.

  He glanced up at me. “You wanna record a nigga, huh?” he lifted my legs, sliding his shoulders underneath. Pushing my pussy lips open, he went in.

  “Uh,” I moaned, trying my best to keep my eyes open, not wanting to miss a second.

  He licked my clit vigorously, making it almost impossible for me to keep my composure. However, I didn’t want to look back at the footage and see myself bitching up. So, I rolled my hips, popping the pussy all over his face. That’s when he clamped down, sucking my pearl.

  “Oh, God!” I blurted.

  “Uh huh,” he moaned, while his lips remained locked on me. I screamed and shouted, but he didn’t let up. He slurped and sucked, until my body violently shook. “Oh wait!” I squealed, clenching the hell out of the sheets.

  “Hell, nah,” he growled. Before I knew what was happening, he’d smoothly replaced his tongue with his dick. He then planted himself deep within me.

  Forgetting completely about his cell, I dropped it to the floor. Using a propped elbow, I sat up a bit, and met his thrusts. My tits bounced, as he slammed into me.

  “I promise I’ma fuck the dog shit out of you,” he growled, as he shoved his dick beyond my stomach. I swear I could feel him in my fucking brain.

  Feeling a little cocky, I uttered, “If I let you.”

  Why did I do that? That nigga grabbed my legs, and pinned me up against the headboard. With nowhere for me to run, he beat my pussy up.

  “Ahhhhhh!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

  “Shut up.” He popped my ass. “Quit talking shit, and take this dick.”

  “I ammmmm,” I howled, knowing that Quisha’s nosy ass was getting an earful. I just couldn’t help it.

  “No, you aint,” he claimed, while spreading my legs apart. He watched his dick ease in and out, while my thick cream coated him.

  “Ughhhhh!” I belted, giving into pleasure again.

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he boasted, picking up the pace. “Trying to talk shit,” he grunted, while pumping into me. Our skins loudly clapped, as I felt him erupt inside of me. “Damn,” he huffed, before collapsing on top of me.

  “Ahh,” I exhaled in satisfaction.

  “Yeah, you go ahead and catch your breath,” he encouraged.

  “For what?”

  “Shit, you was singing and shit. Asking a nigga what it’s gonna be. Well, tonight I’m finna show you. At least three more times.”

  I closed my eyes, knowing that it was going to be a long night. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

  Chapter 14

  Mya

  I was having a peaceful sleep, until a ringing cell woke me up. Lifting one eye, I realized that sun was now up. Looking around, I attempted to see which phone was ringing. Spotting my phone on the nightstand, I knew that it wasn’t anyone calling me. Scooting to the edge of the bed, I noticed Omari’s cell sitting on the floor, where I’d apparently left it. Picking it up, I realized that Skyy was calling him.

  After sending her bitch ass to voicemail, I glanced over at him. He was lying on his stomach, facing me. He looked so peaceful, and every part of me wanted to slap his ass awake. The very thought of him doing the things he’d do with me with another chick was killing me. I couldn’t even imagine letting somebody touch me if his name wasn’t Omari. And that within itself was flawed, but I couldn’t help what I felt. Every part of me felt that Omari was very much so mine, and somehow, I needed Skyy to know that.

  A wicked grin eased onto my face, as I thought of a way to get rid of the bit
ch. Unlocking Omari’s cell, using the code he didn’t know I had, I went into his text messages. Finding Skyy’s name, I read all her messages, which confirmed my suspicious. They were fucking. Can’t say that I was in complete shock, but that didn’t stop the sick feeling churning in my stomach.

  The bitch was baring her soul to him, but he was rather nonchalant when dealing with her. I was surprised to see how often she’d use my name. It seems that any time she couldn’t get a hold of him, she’d ask if he was busy fucking me. What was crazy is that he’d never flat out deny her allegations. He’d use his favorite phrase, ‘stop playing with me’ and then change the subject.

  I swallowed a huge lump in my throat, as I came across nude pictures from her, and pictures of them spending time together. I was fuming when I noticed that one of the photos was of them in the Lexus rental, kissing. Obviously, when I assumed that he was out getting money, he was really kicking it with this hoe.

  I gritted my teeth, as I decided to give that hoe something she’d never forget. Bitterly, I sent her the video of Omari eating my pussy. I sat patiently, waiting on the video to completely upload, before tossing the phone onto the bed. Feeling accomplished, I strolled to the bathroom to shower.

  Omari

  The ringing of my cell jarred me out of my sleep. With my eyes still closed, trying to block out the sunlight, I felt around the bed. Eventually, I clutched my phone, and answered the call.

  “Yeah,” I placed the phone on my face.

  “Bring my muthafuckin’ truck!”

  My eyes popped open, as I checked the screen. It was Skyy on the phone, but she’d seemingly lost her rabid ass mind. “What? The fuck are you talking about?”

  “Bitch ass nigga, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Your nasty ass got me fucked up!” she spewed.

  “Whoa, whoa, hold up. Who the fuck are you talking to?”

  “Oh, don’t play crazy now! I got the video! I don’t know who sent it, but that don’t even matter. What I do know is that it was you on camera, eating some hoe’s funky ass pussy.”