25. Amina Black #3
“I was down at the bar. Gemini had gone upstairs to grab his phone because he left it in the room. The girlfriend came over by herself, asking me if the spot next to me was taken. I told her that it wasn’t.
She was looking at me weird as hell. Before I could even question why she was staring at me like that, that’s when Jacob walked over.
Ya’ll, when he saw me, he looked at me like he seen a ghost. He wanted to know why I was in Mexico by myself,” I started, and when I said that, that’s when both of them scoffed, just like I did when he asked me that. They laughed right after.
“And I hope you told his ass that you weren’t alone, and that you were married!” that was Gemini’s mom, sounding like she wished that she was in Mexico with us when it happened, so that she could have said it for me.
“Oh ma, hold on because it gets even better. I told him that I wasn’t alone, and before I could tell him who I was with, that’s when Gemini made his way over.
Just out of habit, he kissed me, not realizing that Jacob was standing there until after the kiss.
Like the gentlemen that you raised, Gemini stuck his hand out for Jacob to shake, and he introduced himself as my husband.
If Jacob could have died in that moment, he would have.
His jaw was basically on the floor,” I let them know.
Gianna was in my ear screaming, going on and on about that’s the way it was supposed to be done, and her mom was just as thrilled about it too.
“You ain’t tell them the part where his girlfriend got mad because he didn’t introduce her to us. She had to introduce herself because her man ain’t do it,” Gemini chimed in, being just as messy as me, as I sat here, telling them the story.
“I’m glad it played out that way. I’m glad that he got to see you in a happy spotlight. You weren’t depressed at that resort and on a solo trip, trying to get your mind right. He saw you happy, glowing, and married. I’m sure he’s sick to his damn stomach right now,” Gemini’s mom said.
I was glad that I already knew his mom prior to us getting together. I sat here on the phone with her, and Gianna, just talking away. We walked about the things that we were going to do once we made it back to Miami.
Once we finished talking, I handed the phone back to Gemini, where he talked with them for a little bit too, and then he hung up with them.
Once the conversation was over, I removed my foot out of his hand, so that I could sit on top of him. I sat right on his lap, maneuvering my hands under his shirt, using my nails to run them up and down his hard abs.
“These five days here in Mexico went by way too fast,” I let him know.
“It did. It feels like we just got here,” he responded.
I laid my body down on top of him, wrapping my arms around his neck, while keeping my ass tooted up in the air. He put his hands under the shorts that I was wearing, rubbing my bare ass.
“We been fuckin nonstop. The IUD been out. You think you pregnant?” he asked me, making me laugh.
“We’ll find out soon, I’m sure,” I let him know, kissing him on his lips.
When I finished, he looked at me smiling. Those dimples were staring back at me, causing me to pick one of my hands up, poking his dimples in.
“I’m so glad I let you get on the truck with me,” he stated, and I rolled my eyes at that.
“Let me? Negro, be glad that I even got on the truck with you. You know that I never wanted to go from the jump. Gianna forced it on me,” I argued back, and when I said that, he copied me, rolling his eyes in the top of his head, just like I’d done.
“Man please. Gone on with that. Your ass wanted to go. You was just being stubborn at the time. Stubborn and difficult. You knew from the moment that Gianna suggested you get on the truck with me that you were going to be in good hands,” he said.
“I didn’t. I was being cautious. You get mad when I say that we were strangers to each other, but technically, we were. I hadn’t seen you in years,” I argued.
“If I was anyone else, and you had never met them until that day, would you have got on the truck with them?” he asked.
“No. I wouldn’t have,” I was quick.
“You just proved my point then. You got on the truck with me because I wasn’t a stranger to your ass,” he went on, and I let him, going to give it to him, and make him feel as if he’d won the debate.
“However it goes baby, I’m glad you got on that truck with me. I been fucked up about you ever since,” he said, and I laughed because he was lying.
“You grew to become fucked up about me. You couldn’t stand me in the beginning. Just like how I couldn’t stand you,” I went on.
“All that crying and shit was going to get your ass put off my truck,” he said, hands still on my ass, giving me a good massage.
I was too busy staring at his handsome face, that I wasn’t worried about anything that he was saying to me. At this point, he was just talking to hear himself talk anyways because he knew damn well that he was never going to put me off that truck.
The kissing kicked it up a notch, and before I knew it, I was taking his shirt off, and he was taking mine off. We were newlyweds, and all we wanted to do was make love.
This was our last night here in Mexico, and I just wanted to go out with a bang. I didn’t want to fall asleep after sex. I wanted to be put to sleep.
Wake up in the morning, with a smile on my face, as I thought about all the nasty things that he did to me the night before. Yeah. That sounded like the perfect night to me.