Chapter 17 #2
“Oh, yeah? I didn’t think my wife was a side-chick,” he calmly responded.
“IF I was somebody's real wife, probably not. Since I’m not, I’m just getting dick from another female’s nigga.” I kissed my teeth, letting my attitude come out in full force.
“Do I treat you like a bitch that’s just gettin’ fucked? Or do I fuck with you just as hard if not fucking harder than my own bitch?” Faheem menacingly spat, stepping forward, pressing his body into mine, smashing me deeper in the wall. “Since you confused, let me help you.”
“Hold on! Wait,” I called out to Faheem who ignored me.
Wiggling, I attempted to break free from Faheem’s grasp on me.
With ease, he lifted me off my feet. The skirt of my dress easily raised up because of the split, allowing my legs to wrap around Faheem’s waist. Leaning my back against the wall, Faheem fumbled with his pants before I felt the warmth of his dick rubbing against my pussy.
The thinness of my panties made it like they weren’t even there.
“Someone is going to see us,” I said urgently, fighting off the moans. As good as Faheem was feeling right now, the fear of getting caught was in the front of my mind.
“Shut the fuck up,” he grunted coldly.
“Who the fu-” The words of anger melted on my lips when I felt Faheem stretching me with his dick.
I didn’t understand how a man so skinny had a dick as girthy as he did.
Half of his weight had to come from his dick.
My hand went to press against Faheem’s stomach, I needed some kind of relief.
The intensity I was feeling right now was almost too much to bear.
Smacking my hand away, he went to work fucking me.
When I say he was fucking me, I meant that.
His strokes were deep, fast, and uncoordinated.
Faheem wasn’t giving me that kind of dick when we made love or when we had sex, he was fucking me.
Normally, he took his time. Made sure I came before he did.
Right now that wasn’t the case. He was fucking me like he was trying to get his nut and be done with me.
There was no love coming from our connection.
I won’t lie and say I didn’t like the way he was fucking me because I did.
It was different from our normal, the dick was bomb still.
His free hand went to my neck, fire danced in his eyes as he looked at me.
“This is how I fuck bitches I don’t give a fuck about.
They get dick, that’s it. A bitch can’t even cum on my dick.
” He grunted, and I felt his warm nut shooting inside of me.
After catching his breath Faheem gave me hard eyes as he said.
“Ion even handle you remotely like I do other bitches, but since you wanna compare ya self to them, I’ll let you be that for the night.
” Faheem looked at me with an icy expression.
Sitting me on the ground, he fixed his pants looking at me.
he smirked. “ ‘Precciate the birthday pussy. Good lookin’. A nigga hungrier than a mutha fucka,” he cockily said then headed down the hallway, leaving me disheveled, horny, and mad as fuck.
Faheem had the right one. If he thought he did something, he had another thing coming.
Storming into the bathroom, I cleaned myself up the best I could.
Heading back to the party, everyone was looking for their seats at the various tables.
I searched for Dolo and Frankee, whenI saw them heading a couple tables to my left.
“Hey.” I said to Frankee who looked at me cooly.
“I thought you got lost. Dolo was just about to come look for you.” She pressed her lips together knowingly.
“I thought you got stuck in the toilet. Might of needed me to come save you,” Dolo joked. I smiled at him, when I really wanted to roll my eyes at his corny joke.
“I was fine. Just a long line to use the bathroom. I’m here now, no need to worry.”
“Perfect timing, dinner is FINALLY about to be served. I figured this table is safe enough to sit at,” Frankee said, motioning towards the empty table that was closest to the doors of the room putting us at the back of the room.
I’m sure Frankee was trying to make sure we sat far enough away from Faheem.
I nodded in agreement, and I went to walk to the other side of the table where Dolo was standing. He pulled out a chair for me to sit in. Before I could take my seat, I heard music to my ears.
“Nah, y’all come sit at the family table up here,” Faheem commanded, looking at me then Frankee. “Whud up?” He nodded at Dolo. I’m assuming he thought he was with Frankee because she was standing on his left side.
“Okay,” I happily replied. Faheem had pissed me off with his stunt earlier. The nerves I felt had melted away in my anger. He’d reminded me I was here to ruin his day like he’d done mine.
Frankee looked at me with wide eyes in shock. “I don’t think we should. I like this table more.”
Faheem squinted his eyes at Frankee. “For what though? We family, ain’t we? Let’s go.” He turned around, not leaving her any room to argue.
“Juniper,” Frankee whispered tightly on our walk to the family table. “This is going to end bad.”
“Good,” I deviously replied. Faheem needed to be reminded I wasn’t that bitch that he could string along. I had options just like he did.
Turning to Dolo who was a few feet behind us, I grabbed his hand in mine, smiling sweetly up at him. “Are you okay?”
“I’m straight as long as I’m with you,” he sweetly replied, smiling down at me. Heat ran down my back, already knowing what it was. There was no need for me to wonder.
The family table was at the head of the room.
Faheem sat at the head of the table with Mixie to his right.
Three chairs to his left were open. A few faces I hadn’t seen before were scattered at various seats.
I assumed the empty chair at the opposite end of Faheem was supposed to be where Big Frank sat and Toi in the empty seat to the right.
Frankee went to sit at the seat closest to Faheem, across from Mixie.
“Hold up,” Faheem said, stopping Frankee from sitting. “Juni,” he said, motioning for me to sit where Frankee was about to.
Shaking her head, Frankee moved to the other side of Dolo, and we all took our seats.
Servers began serving the main courses. We had to choose from steak or salmon pasta.
After everyone’s food was sitting in front of them, idle chit-chat began.
Frankee kept giving me worried glances. I wanted to laugh at her concern.
She was aware that shit was about to hit the fan at any moment.
Being the shit starter she was, Mixie ignited the flame.
“Hello, I don’t think I met you before. What’s your name?” Mixie asked, looking directly at Dolo.
“Dessmond. It’s my first time coming around,” Dolo answered, giving Mixie his first name.
“I like that. I didn’t know Frankee was dating anyone. How long have you two been a thing?” Mixie continued to pry, prompting Frankee to speak.
“If I was dating someone, why would you know anything? We not like that for you to be in my business,” Frankee nastily said, frowning at Mixie.
“Frankee, chill with that hostile shit. Mixie was just asking a question.” Faheem jumped in, checking Frankee.
Rolling her eyes at the triumphant smile of Mixie’s face, Frankee sarcastically replied, “Oh, my bad. Since you must know, this is my first time meeting Dessmond. He’s actually here for Juniper.” Frankee smiled a fake smile at Faheem then Mixie.
Faheem sat back in his chair, giving me a look that would have killed me if it was a gun.
Mixie smiled bigger like that was the best news she’d heard all day. “You two must be new then?” Mixie questioned Dolo.
“Does it really matter?” I asked, annoyed with Mixie.
“It doesn’t. Just making small talk,” Mixie replied in a condescending tone.
“Talk to someone else,” I smartly said.
Mixie pressed her lips together, lifting up her glass of wine taking a sip. An uncomfortable silence fell over the four of us. The awkward tension lingered as we all ate. Fuck it. The bear was already poked, so why not finish provoking it?
Running my hand down Dolo’s arm, I lovingly asked, “Do you like your food?”
“It’s aight.” A hand on my thigh briefly took my attention from what Dolo was saying. Looking down, I saw Faheem’s hand tightly gripping my thigh. Good. Nigga be mad. “Ion know if this place is worth the hype though. Or maybe I shoulda gotten the steak like you.” Dolo smirked at me.
“You want a bite?” I asked, ignoring the death grip Faheem had on my leg.
“You gon’ feed me?” Dolo smiled at me.
Instead of replying, I cut a piece of my steak, lifting it up to feed Dolo.
“On my mama, you put that shit in that nigga’s mouth, he ain’t gon’ leave this resturant. Fuck you think I am? I ain’t no ho’ ass nigga, Juniper. I’ll air this bitch out.” The deadly tone of Faheem’s voice halted my movements. Looking back at him, his chair was slightly pushed back.
“Faheem? Really?” Mixie asked, trying to act bewildered.
“Right, Faheem. Your girlfriend is right over there.” I folded my arms across my chest. Was I a little nervous? Absolutely. The look in Faheem’s eyes alone were enough to put me on edge, but I wasn’t about to back down.
Chuckling evilly, Faheem stood to his feet. “And my wife is right here.”
Dolo, not wanting to be caught off guard, stood to his feet. “Ion know what y’all got going on, but ain’t no nigga finna threaten my life.”
“Bitch, fuck you and yo life. Ion do threats, bitch ass nigga,” Faheem replied hostilely.
I quickly stood up pushing Faheem back when he went to walk up on Dolo. “Faheem, chill out.” I tried to reason with him. I doubt he heard anything I was saying; his focus was on Dolo.
“Get the fuck off me, Juniper.” Faheem smacked my hands down.
“Niggas is wild as fuck. Wanna kill me over a female that chose me?” Dolo taunted.
“Dolo, shut up!” I yelled at him. I wanted to piss Faheem off, not turn his party into a blood bath.
“Shit, I’m just sayin’. The nigga in his feelings ‘cause you fucking with me. You mine, and he ma-”
Faheem cut Dolo off with the quickness. “Juniper ain’t shit to you.
Bitch, you a throw away ass nigga she calls when she mad at a nigga.
Ain’t that right, Juni? You mad at me so you wanna piss a nigga off.
You got it. I’m mad as fuck. You happy?” Faheem asked, getting in my face.
“You think this shit cute, huh? Got this ho ass nigga thinkin’ shit is more than what it is. ”
Pulling his arm back furiously, Mixie said, “You not finna keep disrespecting me fighting over this bitch in front of me.”
Faheem angrily snatched his arm from Mixie’s hold. “Then take yo ass on,” he coldly said, leaving Mixie stunned.
“Fuck you, Faheem!” she yelled, then she stormed off.
“Tell that nigga since he mean so much to you, Juniper, he ain’t never finna get none of my pussy. Let that nigga know who you just got done fuckin’,” Faheem said, telling our business.
“Really?” I exclaimed in shock.
“What, you ain’t want your little nigga to know you walking around with my nut inside of you right now? My bad,” he mockingly said, throwing his hands up.
Dolo looked at me with disgust, shaking his head before he left out of the room.
“Shut this bitch down!” Faheem yelled, not talking to anyone in particular. “Don’t fuck with me, Juniper, and think shit finna be sweet. I’ma meet you in hell everytime,” Faheem warned me before he left me standing feeling like all eyes were on me.
“I tried to tell you this wasn’t a good idea,” Frankee said. “I told you my brother ain’t all the way there.”
“Girl,” I groaned, ready to leave. I’d been embarrassed enough for the day.