Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
JAZZLYN
The shower door opened, and Ahkeem stepped in behind me. I rolled my eyes jokingly as he wrapped his arms around me. “Good morning, Mrs. Hendrix.”
“Good morning, Mr. Hendrix.”
“Why I woke up and you weren’t next to me?”
“I have to get an early start on my day. We’re having the white party at Reign, and I need to make sure everything is perfect.”
The white party was a very big deal within the city.
It started three years ago, and my vision turned into this big-ass movie, which I made an annual event.
For the white party, I made sure to book the biggest artist and have the best dancers on the floor.
I had been promoting it for months, and finally, Saturday night, I was gonna throw the biggest club event of the year.
“Me and the guys popping out. We can’t miss the fucking white party.” He kissed my neck.
I smiled. Ahk had dialed back on popping outside when he took over the business.
Too many eyes were on him, and I understood why he had his reservations.
Whenever he did pop out, it made me so happy because he entered my world and got to see how I ran things.
He always showed his support behind the scenes, but there was nothing like seeing that proud look on his face whenever he saw how many people came out and had a great time at my events.
”I got you guys’ sections sorted out already.”
“Bet. Send me the bill.”
“You’re my husband. There is no bill.”
He lifted his head from the crook of my neck and smacked his lips. “I’m your husband, so I know there’s always a bill. Use it to get your hair done or a new bag.”
I turned around in his arms, my smile never leaving my face. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He bit down on his bottom lip as his hands roamed my naked body. “You trying to get your pussy ate in this shower, Lovey?”
A giggle aired out of me as I shrugged my shoulders innocently. He took that as a yes. He didn’t waste any time crouching down and lifting my leg over his shoulder. As the water from the shower head rained down on us, he feasted on my pussy like I was the finest delicacy he ever had on his tongue.
He slurped and sucked on my pussy as I moaned his name out breathlessly. He gripped the side of my thigh and flicked his tongue like a fucking pro. My man was an eater, and he made sure to clean off his plate each and every time.
I squirmed in his hold a little bit longer before I tapped his face, letting him know that I tapped out. He set my leg down from his shoulder before standing up. An amused look graced his face as he chuckled with my pussy juices in his goatee.
“Come taste yourself.”
I leaned in, pressed my lips against his, and tongued him down while relishing in my own sweetness. He lifted me up while cupping my ass in his hands. He eased me down on his dick, and I pulled away from the kiss and moaned.
“This pussy mine forever, Lovey,” he grunted as he lifted me up and down.
“Forever.”
He pushed me against the shower wall, and my back arched as he drilled into me. He was letting off all his stress, and I enjoyed each and every stroke. My mouth hung agape as he sucked on my nipples and his finger circled my clit. Our eyes locked, love and passion spilling from them.
“I’m about to cum,” I quivered out.
He gave me an encouraging nod before grunting in my ear, “This yo dick, Lovey. Cum on it.”
My head went back as he tightened his arms around me and rocked his hips into me. I rained down on him, and only a few strokes later, he filled me up with his warm nut. We met for a sloppy kiss before he set me back down on my feet.
We washed each other off in the shower before getting out.
“You still keep that strap in your purse?” he asked me while I moisturized my body.
“Not recently. I’ve been wearing my mini Kelly, and it’s too small for me to fit a gun in there.”
He smacked his lips while shaking his head. “The shit you worry about really blows me. Wear a bigger bag. I need you strapped.”
“I must’ve got brought up in your back-and-forth with Silas’ bitch ass.”
Any nigga who beefed with my husband beefed with me.
I wasn’t fond of Silas at all. He lacked respect and basic ethics of the game.
Sending niggas to shoot up a funeral full of innocent people, especially children, was a death wish in my book.
I was praying that Ahk would deliver on that wish soon.
Silas was a waste of fucking space, and he contributed nothing to this world besides dark-ass, hating-ass energy.
Ahkeem nodded as he tossed on a crisp white tee. “Too fucking much. Them niggas watching bad and feel as though they can mention you since they know it’s the quickest way to get a reaction out of me. I’ll slice a nigga ear to ear when it comes to my wife.”
I shuffled over to him with my body butter in hand. I handed it over to him, and he did the honors of moisturizing my back.
“That’s how you know their trap ain’t moving like it’s supposed to if they’re so worried about me and what I have going on.”
“Facts. Just keep your strap on you.”
I took heed to what he was telling me and made sure I switched bags so I could carry my gun.
I knew I had a ton of ripping and running around to do, so I threw on a black and white Alo set with my Chanel trainers.
I slicked my hair back into a bun before sliding some designer shades onto my face.
I wasn’t too big on wearing makeup as of lately, so I went without and just put some lip gloss on.
Taylor decided to stay in the city until the white party since she missed it last year and refused to miss it again.
She was gonna be with me all day putting things together.
If my girl hadn’t turned over a new leaf, I would’ve had her dancing and bringing in all the ballers who missed her and her curves.
By the time I wrapped up getting ready, Ahk was helping Blue get dressed for school.
We pulled him for a few days, and after a long talk about how he felt, we opted to let him close out the week.
He was only with us for a few more days before we had to swap with Brooke.
We allowed him to call his mother daily, and she seemed calm from the bits and pieces I was able to overhear, but with her, you never really knew what to expect.
“You need me to drop him off?” I asked while dropping a kiss onto Blue’s head.
“Nah, I got it. I don’t know how many more times I’ll be able to do so once my baby mama ruins my damn life.”
I side eyed him since we just had a conversation about the way he spoke of Brooke in front of Saphir. I didn’t want him carrying that energy back to her. He mouthed an apology before looking down at Saphir.
“I ain’t mean that, Blue.”
“Sure, you didn’t,” Blue said, prompting us both to bust out laughing.
I squatted down and opened my arms for him to fall into an embrace. “Have a good day at school. Remember what we talked about last night.”
He kissed my cheek before nodding. “I’m safe, and if I don’t feel safe, tell Ms. Dean to call you, Mommy, or Daddy.”
“Exactly. I love you, Blue.”
“Love you too, Jazzy.” He squeezed me tighter. And to think, when I found out about Ahkeem having a son, I was considering running for the hills. Saphir was everything to me, and I just wanted to add to his life as much as I could.
“And you stay out of trouble, jail bird.” I leaned up and kissed Ahkeem’s lips.
“A nigga got a couple mugshots, and all of a sudden, I’m a jailbird?”
“If you keep adding to them, then yes, you are.”
“Behind you and Blue, I’ll smile in my mugshot. You know this.” He pecked my lips a few times before Blue playfully gagged, letting us know he had enough of our PDA.
Ahk nudged him lightly. “When you get you a little girlfriend, I’m gone playa hate just like you.”
“I already got me a girlfriend.” Blue puffed out his chest proudly.
I damn near had a heart attack. Clutching my chest, I gasped. “Boy, you’re five! What you need a girlfriend for?!”
Ahk’s ass thought it was so funny and almost had tears coming out of his eyes. “My boy a mack just like his pops.” He dapped him up.
“Ahkeem, it’s not funny. He’s in kindergarten.”
“That ain’t stopping nothing. Ain’t that right, Blue?”
“Nope.” Blue chuckled, looking exactly like Ahkeem in that moment.
“We’re gonna have a conversation about this when I get home. You down at that school being fast instead of learning your shapes and colors.”
“I already know my shapes and colors, Jazzy,” he reminded me in a matter-of-fact tone.
Ahkeem smiled proudly before dropping a kiss on the top of Blue’s head. “You a playa and smart. That come from yo daddy side. You get that big ole head from yo mama side.”
No matter what, he always had to throw a jab in about Brooke.
I laughed while swatting his arm. We rode the elevator down together, and both my boys walked me to my car and made sure I got in safely.
Cyro was going to meet me later in the morning.
I didn’t want him waking up too early ‘cause then he would walk around with the stankest face.
I scooped up Taylor from her apartment that Cinco got her since she could never really let go of the city. It was a few blocks down from mine. She came skipping to the car wearing the exact same Alo set I had on, but hers was gray. When we noticed, we both busted out laughing.
“Hoe, get out of my head!”
“You get out of mine!” I replied. There had been multiple times where we unintentionally matched. It was nice to know that even though she was miles away down south, we still had our bestie powers.
We rode with the sunroof pulled back, music blasting, enjoying each other just like old times.
Taylor was my girl! We came from nothing together.
She was two years older than me, and everyone always tried to play her out when she took me under her wing while I was in sixth grade and she was in eighth.
Becoming friends with her was one of the best things I did.