Chapter 2
Chapter Two
AHKEEM
Waking up in Anguilla next to my wife had me feeling like that nigga! Life couldn’t get any better. In my eyes, Jazzlyn was the baddest chick in the whole world. Not even Beyoncé had shit on my baby! She was about her family, her paper, and most importantly, she loved my son like she birthed him.
I knew I had to make Jazzlyn my wife a year ago.
We weren’t in the best spot in our relationship, and work had gotten in the way.
I was running a fucking empire handed down from Priest, J’Ru and Kaymen themselves.
They handed that shit to me with a fucking bow; however, it was my job to not only maintain it but also take it to new heights.
I was working on trying to take this shit global and lost sight of what really mattered.
Jazzlyn had tunnel vision on her career with the club and opening her boutique, so we weren’t seeing eye to eye.
Our wires had gotten crossed, causing our ambitions to put a wedge between us, and I left for a business trip without even telling her.
It wasn’t until she flew her crazy ass to fucking Columbia behind me and crashed my meeting with my plug Roberto Colon, who I was trying to connect with.
That day, I realized the lengths she would go to to make me understand that it was me and her until the very fucking end.
She didn’t give a fuck that she had niggas with guns and red beams all over her since nobody knew who the fuck she was except my crew and the security I rolled with.
Thinking back to it, I should’ve known her ass was crazy as fuck right then and there.
“Don’t ever in your fucking life make me feel like this shit is more important than you and me. Handle your fucking business, but after that, we lock back into us. Do you fucking understand?” She pointed her nail in my face as she peered down at me.
“Damn! I hear you, Lovey.” I leaned back in my seat, a smirk pulling onto my lips.
She was always one to cause fucking commotion.
She did whatever to get her point across.
I told Roberto’s men to stand down and get them fucking red beams off my baby.
I pulled her down on my lap and continued my meeting, closing the deal with Roberto to move his shit through the States.
Roberto admired that I had a strong-ass chick on my arm and knew I had my head screwed on straight because Jazzlyn didn’t seem like the type of chick to let me fuck up.
Now, with a rock on her finger and my last name, I knew she wasn’t letting shit slide, and I honestly wouldn’t have had it any other way.
I got so lost in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize she had woken up too.
It wasn’t until she ducked her head underneath the duvet and wrapped her hand around my dick that I noticed she was up.
Once I felt her jaws, I howled out a moan before looking up at the skies to thank God.
“Good morning to you too, Lovey.”
She couldn’t respond verbally because her mouth was filled with my morning wood, but the gags and moans she crooned out were like music to my ears. She didn’t stop sucking me off until my toes fucking curled and our kids traveled down her throat.
“Fuck. This the type of timing you on?” I heaved out through my labored breaths.
She popped up from underneath the covers, using the back of her hand to wipe some of my nut and her spit that was around her mouth. “It’s our last night. We have to end it with a bang.”
“So, you start the morning with my dick in your mouth?”
She turned her lip up at me. “Nigga, you complaining?”
“Hell nah,” I laughed. I wrapped my hand around her neck, pulling her down to shove my tongue down her throat. “I can get used to this shit. My wife really one of them ones. I’m a lucky motherfucka’.”
“As long as you know.” She smirked as we parted from the kiss.
As we did every morning, we prayed together.
Jazzlyn wasn’t religious at all when we first started fucking around, so I slowly introduced her to my faith.
I never wanted to pressure her, so she really made her own personal connection with God.
We weren’t perfect by far, and we were still learning, but it was something we did together, and it really did help us become one.
After our prayer, she started up our daily FaceTime call with my son Saphir.
I arranged for his mother, Brooke, to pick him up from Priest and Britain’s crib while Jazzy and I flew to Anguilla.
The dynamic between Brooke, Jazzy, and me was rocky as fuck.
My baby mother wasn’t the easiest to deal with, and her lack of maturity showed each time she fussed about Jazzlyn actually giving a fuck about our son.
Saphir absolutely adored my wife, and I was blessed that she loved him wholeheartedly.
Brooke, on the other hand, claimed that Jazzlyn was always overstepping and didn’t know her place.
The call was answered, and I saw my son’s handsome face fill the screen. “What’s up, Blue?”
I nicknamed him Blue because his name was a play on my and his mother’s birthstone, the sapphire.
“Hi, Daddy! When are you and Jazzy coming home?” He’d been asking us the same shit since we touched down in Anguilla a week ago.
Jazzlyn laughed as she rested her head on my chest. “We’ll be home tomorrow morning.”
“Yes! Can I come over to you guys’ house?”
I hated telling my son no, but based off the terms of our custody agreement, I wouldn’t be due to see him until next week. “Nah, Blue. You’ll get to see us next week. Remember this your mama’s week with you.”
“Please, Daddy… I miss you guys.” His brown eyes dropped as he stuck his bottom lip out. The shit hurt me to my core, but it was out of my hands.
“We know you miss us, and we miss you too, Blue, but we have to be fair to your mama. She needs some Blue time too.“ Jazzlyn stepped in. I could always count on my baby to know what to say when I was drawing blanks.
“Saphie, who are you on the phone with?” we overheard Brooke ask in the background.
I peeped Jazzlyn roll her eyes before she lifted my hand and moved over so she wouldn’t be in the camera frame when Brooke decided to pop up.
“My daddy and Jazzy. They say they’re coming home tomorrow. Can I please go see them?”
Brooke snatched my son’s phone so fucking fast, and all I saw was her face fill the screen with a glare. “You know the damn agreement, Ahkeem. Don’t fill his head up with shit knowing it’s one week on and one week off.”
“Yo, I ain’t even say shit. I told him he’ll see me next week, and my wife explained to him that he needs to spend his week with you.”
“So, why is he asking to go over to your house when you come back?” She screwed her face up as if I was bullshitting her.
“I don’t fucking know, Brooke. My son is smart and got a mind of his own. I respected the custody agreement and told him no. What we doing all this back and forth for?”
“Well, you can talk to him on your week.” She rolled her eyes before ending the call on me.
This shit with her was getting real fucking old. All I wanted to do was be there for my son, and shorty always found a fucking problem, no matter what I did.
“I’m getting real tired of her stupid ass,” I muttered while tossing my phone to the other side of the bed.
“You should’ve known better than to mention me.”
I smacked my lips. “Man, it shouldn’t even be like that. She needs to grow the fuck up.”
She grabbed the sides of my face and kissed me. I could tell she wanted to cheer me up because she peeped Brooke killed my fucking vibe early this morning. “It’s alright. Just thirteen more years.”
“That shit supposed to make me feel better?”
With laughter, she shrugged her shoulders. “Better than eighteen years.”
“You right.”
After some morning sex, we got ready for the day.
My baby was so geeked that I packed us some matching outfits.
She was all about looking good and coordinating, so with the help of Taylor, I made sure to make it happen for her.
I was fitted in a crimson red linen set that consisted of a pair of shorts and short sleeve button down.
It matched perfectly with Lovey’s sun dress that was backless and showed off her sexy and toned back.
She had her hair pulled up just the way I liked it.
The tan she got from the blazing Anguilla sun was doing her right. She looked golden.
“What are the plans when we get back home?” she asked me before feeding me some of her eggs off her plate.
We absolutely needed to start the day with breakfast. If we didn’t, she would be pissed all damn day.
“I should be asking you. The clubs going good?”
“They’re great. Still looking for the perfect location in Vegas. I think I may have to fly out there in the coming weeks.”
“Need me to come with you?”
“You gone let me focus?”
I reached under the table and gripped her thigh, prompting her to laugh.
“See! No, you can’t come.”
“I’m trying to put in work with you, Lovey. Let’s just get Baby Hendrix out the way now.” I licked my lips, tempting her.
She shifted in her seat a little bit before shaking her head. “Ahk, not now. Just give me some time.”
“How much time we talking?” I raised a brow at her.
Baby talk always had her ready to just shut down and lock her pussy up. We had a five-year age difference, and with me hitting thirty, I was ready to give Saphir some siblings. Whenever we talked about kids, she liked to beat around the bush, so I could never gage where her head was at.
“Five… maybe ten years.”
My eyes widened at the thought of waiting ten years to have her walking around with my seed inside of her. “You want to give me a newborn at forty?”
“I thought that shit didn’t matter to niggas. My daddy had me when he was old as fuck.”
“You remember playing with him or spending time with his old ass?”
She shook her head, proving my point. “But that was because he wasn’t shit. The most I saw him was when he was beating Sylvia’s ass or trying to put his hands on PJ.”