Chapter 21 #2
I had my head leaned back against the elevator wall.
My head was fucking spinning from the shots I had.
I wanted to be out of my mind when I finally reached out to Jazzy.
I knew it sounded fucked up, but to me, that would’ve been the only way I would be able to suppress my anger with her and have a conversation.
“Let me walk you to your room just so I know you made it.”
As we were being lifted up the building, I shook my head. “I’m straight, Amina.”
The doors opened, and I assumed it was my floor and was ready to hop off the elevator. It wasn’t until Amina pulled me back inside and let another set of guests come inside that I realized I was about to get off on the wrong floor.
“You’re definitely fucked up, Ahk.”
“Shit, maybe I am,” I mumbled.
We got to the fifteenth floor and stepped off the elevator. I told her my suite number, and she led the way. Alcohol was never my vice of choice because a nigga was a lightweight for real. I could smoke all day and still function, but drinking almost always had me on my ass.
I rummaged in my pocket for my key card. I tapped it against the sensor and the door opened.
“Lord, Ahk, let me help you.” She smacked her lips with a light laugh before she helped me into the suite.
Once I stumbled my way to the bed, I kicked off my sneakers and laid back. “Shit. ‘Preciate you for helping a nigga, Amina.”
I heard the sink running in the small kitchenette the room was equipped with. Moments later, she came to the side of the bed with a glass of tap water. “Here, drink this.”
I drank the water before tossing my arm over my eyes. I just needed a little minute to get my head to stop fucking spinning before I hit up my wife. While I waited for my dizziness to fade, I ended up knocking out.
I wasn’t too sure how long I was out, but my alarm wasn’t what woke me up. I blinked a couple of times and leaned up, only to find my dick halfway down Amina’s throat. She was sucking the skin off my dick while it was on soft. When I finally woke up, I couldn’t stop myself from bricking up for her.
“You’re up,” she seductively whispered after popping me out of her mouth.
“The fuck?”
“Just relax. I know how you like it, Ahk.” She took my dick down again.
Her throat had always been fire, and she knew how to take dick down.
Shit felt so good, it damn near felt like a crime to get her to stop.
She had her jaws suctioned inward as she bobbed her head up and down.
Spit pooled from her mouth and dripped down her chin as she worked her hands at the base of my dick and rubbed my balls.
Still out of my body from the shots of whiskey I threw back, I tried to push her off, but Amina just thought the head was just that good. I mean it was, but even drunk off my ass, I knew that shit was wrong as fuck. My hand clenched her braids and pulled her head away from me.
“Bitch, get the fuck off me!” I snapped, damn near slinging her across the king-sized bed.
“Ahkeem, what the fuck?!”
“Nah, bitch! What the fuck you on?! I’m fucking married!”
“Clearly not happily married! You’re in a fucking hotel room, drinking your sorrows away at the bar!” She hopped out of the bed and stormed her way toward me.
I mushed the fuck out of her face. She needed to back the fuck up. Her shoving my dick down her throat was enough to get us knocked off by my crazy-ass wife. I needed six feet between us at all times before we both ended up six feet under.
“Amina, you don’t know shit about what me and my wife got going on. Son, get the fuck out my room and take that whack-ass pussy with you.”
Her eyes widened, clearly offended. “Fuck you, Ahkeem!”
“You tried, you thirsty-ass, ditzy bitch. Fuck out my face before I gotta tell Diamond I choked her sister out.”
She grabbed up her shit and stormed out the room, slamming the door behind her. This bitch was nutty as fuck if she thought her head was good enough to have me cheat on my fucking wife. I went to the bathroom and washed my dick off. Amina was on some other shit for real.
From my room, I heard some commotion popping off in the hallway.
I knew that fucking voice all too well. I rushed out my room, and at the end of the hall, I saw my wife on top of Amina, beating her ass.
I didn’t know what exchange of words the two managed to have, but whatever it was had Jazzlyn caving Amina’s fucking face in.
“You bum-ass bitch! You fucking knew we were married, and you still fucked him! Bitch, I should fucking kill you!” my wife snarled.
I sprinted to the end of the hall and snatched her off Amina.
She managed to send one last kick to the side of Amina’s head as I pulled her toward the elevator.
Soon as I set her down, she cocked her fist back and busted me right in my fucking lip.
Priest always told me he taught her how to fight ‘cause girls always thought she was pussy due to how girly and spoiled she was.
Jazzy had a mean-ass punch, and I felt that shit.
“Lovey, please. It ain’t even like that. We don’t got to do this shit here,” I attempted to explain, but my baby was so hot, she wasn’t hearing none of it.
“Oh, now you wanna have a conversation? We’re done, Ahkeem. Go be with that bitch.” She slid her ring and wedding band off and tossed them at my feet. “You’re dead to me.”
I collected the rings from the floor and put them in my pocket.
I attempted to go after her, but she stopped me.
I knew my wife well enough to know that she absolutely would bust a cap in my ass in fucking public and not give a fuck about it.
I couldn’t allow her to incriminate herself more than she already had.
I narrowed my eyes to my left where Amina was holding tissue to her bleeding nose while crying. A few hotel staff members were surrounding her, trying their best to help her. I pushed past them and stood over Amina. “What the fuck did you tell her? You told her we fucked or some shit?”
“I didn’t tell her shit! That crazy bitch attacked me!”
“For the shit you just pulled, you fucking deserved it. Press charges on her, and I swear to fucking God, Amina, you gone have way more shit to worry about than a busted nose and lip,” I threatened her with a menacing scowl.
I pushed past them and went into my suite.
I packed up my shit, grabbed my car keys, and left.
Once I got into my car, I knew there were only two places Jazzlyn could be heading to: our penthouse or Priest’s house. As if I summoned him, my phone rang with a call from him.
“Nigga, do you understand that it’s nothing to knock you the fuck off and we act like you never fucking existed?
” His tone was chilling and also promising.
He was deadass. He never played about Jazzlyn.
I knew if he was calling, it was only a matter of fucking time before J’Ru and Kaymen were on my ass as well.
“PJ, I didn’t fucking cheat on her.”
“Nigga, you think I’m fucking stupid? She called me crying saying your ex rolled out of your room at the Ritz. Fuck was y’all doing, Ahkeem? Talking about the fucking weather?” he scoffed, unconvinced.
“Priest, I’m not fucking bullshitting you.
I ain’t fuck that bitch, son. I put that on Saphir.
I got drunk, and the bitch tried to top me off while I was knocked out.
Soon as I woke up, I pushed the bitch off me.
I’m fucked up about what Jazzy did, but I would never pull no cheating shit on yo sister. ”
“Fix this shit ‘fore I break my foot off in yo ass! I fuck with you, but ain’t no nigga gone play in my sister face and get away with that shit!” he barked at me.
“Where she at right now?”
“Figure it the fuck out, nigga. You fucked up.” He banged his line on me.
I didn’t know why I thought that nigga would be some help. In his eyes, I was guilty until proven innocent.
I took the interstate to our penthouse. I barely had time to throw the gear into Park before hopping out and rushing to our private elevator.
I saw her car in the parking lot, so I knew she was upstairs.
Once the doors parted, I hustled through the penthouse to the bedroom where Jazzlyn was tossing her shit into suitcases.
She already had two suitcases packed, but with the number of pieces she had, she hadn’t even made a dent.
“Lovey, please…”
I caught her attention, and she stopped yanking her clothes off the hangers.
“Oh, you must really think I’m fucking playing.
” She pushed past me and went to the bed where she had tossed her purse.
She retracted her gun from it, cocked it back, and aimed it at me.
“Get the fuck out of my face, Ahkeem! I don’t want to see you, hear you, or talk to you!
“I didn’t fuck her, Jazzlyn!”
“Tell that to the next dumb bitch!”
I stepped closer to her, and she hiked her brow up at me in a threatening manner. “I swear to God, Jazzlyn, I didn’t fuck her! I would never do no shit like that! We fucking married!”
“For now! I’m done with you!” she jeered. “Get the fuck out so I can pack my shit and go!”
Her anger came with a stream of tears tumbling down her face.
Her honey golden skin tinted red due to the rage that was brewing within her.
She kept her gun aimed at me, contemplating whether she wanted to pull the trigger.
I knew her mind was telling her to knock me off and put me down six feet, but her heart was making it impossible to do so.
I pushed my luck and took another step forward. I kept my hands up so she could see I didn’t want to escalate this shit further. “Lovey, I fucking love you, yo. You got my last name, and my son adores you. I would never play you like that. You got to believe me, Lovey. I did not fuck that girl.”
“Ahkeem, I’m begging you… please get out of here ‘cause I don’t know how much longer I can keep from pulling this damn trigger.”
“Pull the fucking trigger, Jaz! Do it! That shit won’t change the fact that I’m telling you the truth. I didn’t fuck, Amina!”
“The bitch apologized to me after walking out of your fucking suite with a wet ass. I feel so fucking stupid! I should’ve never fucking married you. You’re an unfaithful piece of shit who thinks with his dick the minute shit gets hard.”
“I done told your ass mad times, I didn’t fuck the bitch! You need me to say that shit in Spanish for you to get it through your thick-ass skull?!” I snapped while peering down at her. “You putting on like you fucking innocent! We only here now ‘cause you killed my fucking seed!”
“Maybe everything happens for a reason so I could leave your ass without any baggage!”
She didn’t regret her decision at all, not even a little bit. My jaws clenched as my nose flared. “You going low, Jazzlyn. We can fucking work this shit out.”
“Ain’t shit to work out. I’m done, Ahk! Give that bitch the fairytale we sold each other.
I’m too much of a real bitch for this shit.
Maybe I should go fuck on another nigga so you can see how this shit feel.
” Her voice cracked in defeat as she finally dropped her gun.
Heavy cries poured out of her as she stood before me.
We loved each other deeply. We were just two stubborn people with bad tempers.
The thought of her upping her gun again and actually pulling the trigger crossed my mind, but I really didn’t give a fuck.
She was breaking down, and I vowed that whenever she felt her weakest, I would be there to lift her up.
I rushed to her and pulled her into my arms.
She sobbed into my chest while continuously asking me why I fucked up our marriage by dealing with Amina.
The optics were fucking horrible. I couldn’t lie.
If the roles were reversed, she would have had a hard time convincing me that she didn’t fuck a nigga who I had just seen coming out of her hotel suite.
I just had to accept the fact that she wasn’t convinced at the moment.
Once she finally calmed down, I’d be able to explain what really happened between me and Amina.
“I would never do no sucka’ shit like that to you, Lovey. Just please hear me out.” I kissed her forehead, nose, then lips.
She stayed in my arms for a short while before shaking her head and pulling away. “I have to go. Please don’t follow me. I just need some time.”
I watched her tuck her gun back into her purse before she hastily left the penthouse with tears staining her face.