Chapter 13 Chance
“Aye, bro. We need to holla at you for a minute,” Jamie says. Peaches is beside him, and the grimace she wears almost makes me want to laugh in her face.
“I’ll meet you in the room,” Sadia says before she releases my hand.
My chest tightens from the disconnect as my mood sours the minute she walks away without another word or backward glance.
We just finished breakfast after another sunrise wake-up, and the bliss from our coupling is now shattered by this inconvenience.
Neither Jamie nor Peaches attended the bonfire last night, and it didn’t affect the rest of our group's time. Between the overflow of laughs, drinks, and conversation neither of them was missed or asked about. I should have known that the bitter party of two couldn’t let the moment pass.
So I guess there’s no time like the present.
“As you can see, I have more pressing matters to attend to, so let’s make this quick.” I walk off and head to the small sitting area not too far from where we are.
I don’t feel like being bothered with this bullshit. Once we’re all seated, I stare blankly, and of course, Peaches is the first to speak.
“I find it interesting how you show up here with your ass on your shoulders and disregard for the people who have been standing with you all these years. Like, are you cool?”
I stare blankly at Peaches as she claps her hands while she attempts to check me. Then my gaze shifts to Jamie, whose gaze is on his wife. A low chuckle escapes my mouth as I shake my head.
“Did you two clowns really stop me from returning to my room for this? I was having a great morning, and here y’all come with the shits about nothing,” I say.
“Don’t do that, bro. Peaches has a valid point. We’ve been rocking for years, and while no one but the three of us knows what we’ve gotten into, you acting funny style.” Jamie enters the conversation.
Another chuckle from me sounds before I reply, “So which part of this are y’all really mad about? Not being able to fuck my woman or not being able to suck my dick?”
From the time Sadia and I arrived, my attention and focus have been on changing our status.
I have been intentional about going from fake to real with Sadia.
Therefore, my usual interactions with my friends and my hands-on involvement with the group haven’t been significant.
It’s crazy that these two supposedly happily married mothafuckas are in their feelings about not getting a chance to mix and mingle with my woman and me.
“This isn’t the first time we’ve swapped partners during one of these trips. Why change now?” Peaches says, which pretty much confirms my statement.
Peaches has been dying for a chance to get my dick in more places than her mouth.
I know that’s the reason for her tantrum and the shots she’s been firing toward Sadia.
For Jamie, I know it’s because my woman is finer than a mothafucka.
The comparison between his wife and my woman is like comparing Sloth from The Goonies and Jessica Rabbit.
But hell, his bad choice in a woman isn’t and will never be my problem.
He should have chosen from the top branches instead of the crab apples that hit the ground in the garden.
“But for real, why are you moving like we ain’t have a great thing going, bro? Peaches and I already had our plans ready. Then you come in here like you’re suddenly too good to play,” Jamie adds.
This mothafucka is delusional.
“Let me put you up on game right quick. When you’re blessed with the woman God designed just for you, there will never come a day when you repay Him by gifting any part of her awesomeness to the next man.
Sadia is the rare jewel I found in the rough after love spent years giving me its ass to kiss.
I’ll be damned if I fuck around and lose her to satisfy your marital needs.
I suggest you two spiteful mothafuckas find you another willing fool, because this is where I officially get off the merry-go-round.
” I stand and prepare to walk away from this pointless conversation as irritation forms from the waste of time it’s been.
“Wait, Chance. Wait,” Peaches calls in a high-pitched, syrupy tone that instantly curls my lips.
Jamie is a fool because there is no way I would sit by as my wife beacons the next nigga. This shit is crazy.
“Chance!” Jamie calls, and I halt my retreat.
Now God, I know we shouldn’t question you. But why didn’t you bless this fool with the sense Jonah had after he spent time in the belly of the whale?
I turn to look at Jamie, and I see a plea in his eyes, which makes a frown slide into place, because there is nothing else to discuss.
Our shit and all of its fucked-up arrangements are a wrap.
Jamie will never get a chance to experience Sadia, and Peaches should have photographed my dick in her mouth because her last time was the last.
“One las—”
“Not a chance in hell. Since my happiness seems to be a line in the sand for you, let’s end this friendship too. I don’t want to take my past into my future.” With that, I walk away without a word.
There will never come a day when I choose promiscuity over the potential for monogamy with Sadia.
I’ll walk away from friends, family, and anyone else who doesn’t understand that I won’t compromise my woman for a cheap thrill.
My mind spins as I take the elevator ride and walk to my room to get myself together.
Jamie’s actions surprise me more than Peaches’s did, but I don’t regret choosing my relationship over our friendship.
Sometimes, in life, not everybody can go with you on every journey.
It’s evident that Jamie doesn’t value anything more than the sexual release between him and his wife.
“Oh well.” I shrug before I tap my key card against the lock, and the minute I walk in, all thoughts of our conversation fade into the background.
“I thought we could take a nap.” Sadia smiles.
I damn near swallow my tongue as I take in the red satin dress that covers her body.
“How the hell are we gonna sleep with your titties and pussy playing peakaboo in that little ass slip?”
Sadia’s thick thighs are on full display, and the urge to lick from her toes to her lips fills my body with adrenaline. My eyes burn as I mentally take endless pictures of Sadia. I know what she tastes and feels like, but I want to pretend like a novice to her body.
“Sleep is the only thing on the agenda, Chance. My poor little treasure needs a break from all the love and affection you’ve been giving her.”
“Oh, if you needed me to rub the soreness out, all you had to do was say so.” I smirk before I take steps toward her as she slowly retreats with her hands up.
“Nope. I just want to take a nap. That’s it.”
“My pussy, my problem with your Ebony from The Player’s Club-sounding ass. Don’t be trying to restrict me, woman.”
A mischievous grin slides into place when Sadia’s back hits the wall, and I box her in with my hands on both sides of her.
“Ch-Chance, I just want—” Her words are cut off when my right hand cups the thin material that covers her lower lips.
“Are you sure?” My eyes peer into hers as I take in the warring between giving in and standing her ground.
Sadia visibly swallows, then her head bobs slowly. I lean in and kiss her lips sweetly.
“Okay, I’ll let you make it for now.” I stand to my full height, take her hand, and walk into the bedroom.
After my encounter with Jamie and his wife, a nap with Sadia will recenter me and put me back on the high that her presence gives me.
It took me no time to shower and get into bed, in nothing more than my underwear.
The cheesy smile that upturns my lips once I’m settled in behind Sadia in the bed should be studied.
It takes minutes for me to fall into dreamland as my arm comfortably rests around Sadia’s waist. Sadia and I slept for damn near four hours, and it was the best sleep, as proven by the drool in the corner of my mouth when I woke up a little bit ago.
After another quick shower, Sadia and I are out the door to hit up some of the shops near the resort.
Not interested in being around Jamie or Peaches again, I send a group text to my boys to let them know of my sudden change in plans.
Me:
Aye, I wanted to let y’all know that I’ll be with my lady for the rest of our time here. Let’s link in a couple of weeks to catch up and shit.
Only five minutes pass before my phone pings back-to-back with replies from everyone but Jamie, who I didn’t include in the group.
Morris:
Man, love looks good on you, bro. I feel like a proud poppa seeing you in the thick of shit with your lady. *single tear emoji*
Thomas:
That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. I love to see this shit with you, bro.
Raymond:
For sho, bro. I look forward to the engagement announcement. Safe travels home.
Me:
Good looking, y’all. *two finger emoji*
I smile and exit the text thread, feeling better about my friends’ responses to my decision to spend my remaining time with Sadia.
“What do you think about these shoes, Chance?” Sadia turns her foot from left to right as her lips twist.
“They make your calves look amazing. Get those too.”
“I can’t get every pair that I try on, Chance.”
“Who says?”
This is the third pair of heels Sadia has tried on, and just like the last two, I have suggested she buy them.
“As long as I’m with you, whatever you think you want will be yours.”
Sadia tries to fight the smile I know she wants to release from the movement of her mouth. But I meant what I said. Besides the trip expenses, this mini shopping spree is on me too. Thank God for the ability to spoil my woman because as long as I have it, so will she.
“Maybe I just need to decide between the three. I can’t wear—”
“She’ll take all three, please,” I say to the sales associate assisting Sadia as she nods and walks off with the shoes Sadia has tried on.
“Chance.” Sadia crosses her hands over her chest and pouts, as if that will somehow change my mind.
I chuckle before I pull her up from where she sits and uncrosses her arms. Then I pull her into my body and kiss her lips until the lack of air reminds me of our need to breathe.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take any time for us to be cashed out and on our way.
My chest is puffed out, and my walk is a bit more confident as Sadia and I leave the store hand in hand.
As we walk along the sidewalk, the sun looks brighter, and the clouds seem clearer.
Man, what the hell?
“Let’s go get some ice cream,” Sadia suggests.
I nod wordlessly as we head toward the ice cream stand we saw on our journey along this little strip.
“What’s your favorite flavor?” I ask.
“Butter pecan, hands down. What about you?”
“Cookies and cream is my top favorite, but I can also get with strawberry too.”
Sadia stops to look at me, and I laugh when she frowns cutely.
“What?”
“That’s generic. How about we both get something new?”
Now I’m the one who frowns because I’m not sure about trying a new ice cream. I like what I like, which is why I only alternate between the two flavors I mentioned.
“Come on, babe. It’ll be fun. Butter pecan is what I’ve been eating since I was a kid, and from your frown, I’m assuming it’s the same for you. Besides, it’ll be something else for us to discover about each other.”
“Fine. But let’s make it interesting, I’ll pick three flavors for you to try, and vice versa.”
An image of Sadia licking her spoon enters my mind, providing the motivation I need to concede.
Ten minutes later, Sadia and I are standing at the counter looking at the options.
My stomach twists and turns as I stare at a few of the flavor choices.
Banana creamsicle. Over the road rocky. Down under the sea.
“I don’t know about this,” Sadia whispers close to me.
Hell, me either.
The statement rings in my mind, but we’re here now, and the image from moments ago resurfaces, which keeps me from backing down.
“It’s gonna be good. Just pick three, and I’ll do the same.”
“Let me have the two scoops of the killer swirl, two scoops of the lime sorbet, and two scoops of the matcha creamsicle,” Sadia orders.
My stomach clenches, and my frown deepens because from the selections alone, I know this has the potential to end badly. Nevertheless, I’m in it to win it, so I place my order.
“Add to that two scoops of the matcha love, two scoops of raspberry dulce de leche, and two scoops of birthday ala mode.”
At this point, we might as well take the express train to hell together because from the varying flavor contrasts, I’m not sure what’s about to happen.
But once the person in charge of filling the order is set, I move to the cashier to pay.
Ma always told me curiosity killed the cat, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t fuck around and find out during this excursion of Sadia’s making.