SAJE
Six Months Later
Outside of work, my life had been nothing but misery.
All Reason seemed to talk and care about was his damn child.
Every update or ultrasound that the agency sent us made him get more excited.
I was getting jealous of the little bastard child for taking all my husband’s attention.
And to think, the baby wasn’t even here yet.
What was I going to do when he or she arrived?
That thought alone drove me insane. Thankfully, I was an actress because the fake happy show I put on for him was believable.
There were times I couldn’t hide my frowns, though, but I played that off as well.
Reason was still buying me extravagant gifts and giving me whatever I wanted, but now he was buying every baby item and clothes to ever exist too. That only took out of my pockets, and mama wasn’t pleased.
When he hired an interior designer to come to our mansion for the luxury nursery room he planned to decorate, I’d had enough. I came up with some fake work trip and got my ass out of dodge quick. Seeing baby stuff everywhere had suddenly become my trigger.
All this did was push me to fuck my work husband, Ezekiel, and my other bae, who I called Papi, more. I needed all the distractions I could get, and they made it easier to cope with my soon-to-be new life that was approaching fast.
Ezekiel was only good for sex. I couldn’t even say a few words without him hushing me up and shoving dick inside me. Papi was the man who gave me good conversation, listened when I vented about my husband, and fucked away my thoughts when I was done.
Papi was the man I’d never stopped loving since I was a young girl.
The man whom I’d lost contact with plenty of times, but we always found our way back to each other, somehow.
We had a weird type of relationship where we would always love each other, but we couldn’t be together.
Besides the fact that I was married, Papi did whatever he wanted with whoever, but we realized long ago we were better off as a situationship rather than partners.
My feelings for Papi were neck and neck with my feelings for Reason.
At times, having Papi as my side nigga pained me but satisfied me in a way too. Having part of him was better than not having him at all. Maybe it sounded crazy, but it worked for me… for us.
That’s why I was currently at Papi’s condo, legs wide open on his white sheets, while he licked my pussy like I was the best meal he’d ever eaten. Shit, maybe I was his best.
Fuck, he knows the ins and outs of my vagina. How couldn’t he when he’d been eating and fucking it since grade school?
I squirmed all over the bed as I pushed his head deeper between my legs.
Papi ate me so sensually, so passionately, so delicately.
He pushed my legs farther back, giving his entire face easy access to my honey pot.
I knew this move all too well. Papi wanted to drink the sweet nectar that flowed from my body; he’d never let a drop go to waste.
“Papiii,” I cried as my body erupted in pleasure.
Tears spilled from my eyes, and juices seeped from my pussy.
“Saje, this pussy tastes so fuckin’ good. I hate that you got another man eating my shit.” He came up for air with his mouth drenched.
“I know. Would it help if I said that sometimes I think about you while my husband is tasting me?” I gave him a half-smile, then I slid off the bed and headed to the restroom to wash up.
“Fuck no,” he replied, following me.
I laughed because Papi was serious. He never missed a moment to tell me how much it bothered him that he had to share me. Thank God he didn’t know about Ezekiel.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Who’s at the door?” I stopped wiping my coochie and glanced at him.
This was the first time anyone had come to his place while I was here. Papi usually had his shit on lock.
“Saje, how would I know? I’m in here with you.” His sarcastic response made me roll my eyes. “Just be quiet and act like no one’s here,” he added.
I shook my head and continued wiping away all traces of him.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Baby, open the door! I gotta pee! I keep texting and calling your phone! Why you ain’t answering?” a woman’s voice yelled as she continued to beat on the door.
“Man, what the fuck is she doing here?” Papi asked in a hushed tone, grabbing his phone off the dresser and looking at it.
“Probably here to get the same shit you just gave me. You better not be eating that lil’ bitch’s pussy how you be eating mine.” I nudged him, causing him to slightly stumble against the sink.
“Says the same married woman who be giving my pussy away to her husband,” he shot back.
“Duh, Papi, ’cause that’s the nigga who married me. Anyway, get rid of that hoe so I can leave,” I whispered, jealousy beginning to rise in me.
We didn’t exchange any more words until the woman eventually stopped knocking and walked away. It was time for me to get out of here before I had to fight a bitch over a man who was not mine. I couldn’t risk it, nor did I want any of this to get out.
If those gossip muthafuckas got wind of this, my world would surely crumble. My marriage and God knows what else would be impacted. I had too much to lose fucking with Papi, and even Ezekiel, yet it still didn’t stop me.
Papi quietly left out the restroom with me tiptoeing behind him. He walked toward the front door to peek out the curtain and see if the coast was clear. His eyes darted around before letting go of the fabric and looking at me.
“You good. She’s gone.”
“Whatever.” I snatched my purse off the bar table, straightened out my clothes, threw on my sunglasses, and opened the door.
Without him noticing, I quickly did my own scan of the area. I didn’t want to get any surprises or get caught off guard. Lucky for his bitch, she was gone. I didn’t have to worry about whooping a bitch’s ass today.
I strutted my pretty, scrumptious ass toward the elevator and made my way down to the parking structure. Papi gave me a good release, so good that I felt like I could go home, face Reason, and listen to whatever baby talk shit he wanted to share.