31. Juelz
Seeing Ciera at the club, fucked with me so bad.
I needed that woman in the worse way. Shit was going so damn good with me, and Ciera.
She was slowly breaking down this wall I had built up for so many years over Kenya.
I even let her meet, Kari. I had to laugh to myself, because once her and Kari met, they instantly hit it off, and CiCi, as Kari called her, was now Kari’s best friend.
Now look at the shit that happened. I couldn’t believe that Kenya was alive.
It was stupid of me to not say anything, but I needed Kenya in a safe place. I needed answers and she told me what happened to her, but this shit was just all bad. Our conversation played back in my mind over and over again.
“Kenya, I need you to tell me what happened. I need to know what happened to you.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t remember much. I know I was shot because I had to go through the healing process from my injuries.
The nurse that allowed me to stay in her home, once I was released, told me that someone found me and got me to the hospital, but that is all I know.
I don’t remember who did this to me; I don’t remember anything about that time! It’s so frustrating!” she cried.
I pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her. “It’s going to be alright, baby. Nobody will ever be able to hurt you again,” I told her as she continued to cry, with her hands covering her face.
“Xavier spent time today showing me pictures; he told me that me and you were getting married, and that we share a daughter. The doctors explained that I had some memory loss but assured me that it would come back eventually. I feel so ashamed to not remember my own damn child!” She looked up at me with tears flowing down her face.
I swear, the love I had for this girl seemed as if it had never left.
“I can only remember being with you and living in an apartment. I remember Zelan, Xavier, and your mother. I know that my parents are deceased because all of that happened before I met you,” she spoke.
“I’m sorry this has happened to us, to our family,” I said, kissing the top of her head.
“What do we do now? Where are you taking me? I have been here for years and started to build a life here,” she said, looking at me for a response.
“I would like you to come back with me, so that we can figure this out and you need to meet your daughter; she is beautiful just like her mother,” I told her.
“I’m fine with that, Juelz.”
She wiped her eyes, leaned up to kiss me, and the love flowed into my body.
“Ju, you good?” Hearing my brother calling my name pulled me from my thoughts.
“Nah, I’m not good. But I can’t do shit about it right now.” I sighed.
Even though the love was there for Kenya, I still got bigger issues. I have feelings for Ciera, and I’m not sure they can be so easily erased. But Kenya was my priority right now.
“Fuck. I need a drink, and I need that shit now.” I looked at my brother, and we both headed back to VIP.
Zelan gave me the rundown on the Posh shit, and the boy Zoe saying someone was gunning for us.
I put some people on this information to see what they came up with.
It’d been a minute now, and nothing has popped off yet, but I always say be prepared for the unexpected.
I sipped on my drink, and my mind was back on Ciera like the plague.
I hated that we were in this situation. I had so much planned for her birthday. I’d make it up to her for sure. I sat at the club for about an hour before I headed home. Kenya must have been sleeping because the house was quiet. She was in the guest room next to mine and the door was closed.
Walking into my room, I started undressing so I could take a shower. I heard her walk into my bedroom before she could even speak.
“Can I sleep with you, I haven’t touched or seen you in years,” Kenya said.
“Uhhh. Yeah, I have plenty of room,” I told her.
“Oh, wait. Do you have someone? Oh my god, I never thought to ask that question when we talked last night.” She looked at me.
“Calm down. I’m not in a relationship, but I am seeing someone.” I sighed, rubbing my hands over my face.
“Do you love her?”
“I have feelings for her. I’m not sure that it’s love yet, but my feelings for her are strong and she’s been good to me,” I explained.
“How do we move on together if you’re already with someone else?” Tears flowed from her eyes.
“Because you are what’s important to me right now.
The love I have for you is stronger than anything I feel for her.
We have a daughter who needs both of her parents.
That will always be first priority. Look, let’s get some rest, and we will figure this out soon enough,” I told her, kissing her forehead.
“Okay,” she whispered.
I felt so fucking bad. I pulled her in for a hug and kissed her forehead again. That was about all I could do for her.
I knew this was going to hurt Ciera, and that realization sat heavy on me.
She hadn't done anything wrong. If anything, she was the reason I was finally able to move past it all and try to live and love again.
She helped put pieces of me back together when I thought I'd never be whole again after losing Kenya.
My daughter deserved stability. She deserved parents who weren't making emotional decisions based on guilt, confusion, or old feelings. But damn. Knowing that Kenya was alive changed everything. It changed the future I thought I had.
It changed the decisions I'd already made, and it forced me to ask myself a question I wasn't ready to answer—If given the choice between the life I built after Kenya was gone and having Kenya back, would I give it all up?
“I’m not sure” was the only answer that I could give right now. I just knew that I couldn’t turn my back on Kenya because she had my heart for a very long time. I’ve longed for a moment like this for years.
I went to shower, and when I came out Kenya was already in bed asleep. I decided to take it down because it had been a long ass day and I was exhausted.
The next morning, Kenya and I were having breakfast when I heard Kari screaming. When I woke up, I had text my mother to have the nanny bring her home. We’d been back for a couple of days, and now it was time for Kari to meet her mother.
“Daddddddddy!” Kari yelled out again.
“I’m right here, baby,” I said, walking up to her as she ran into my arms.
“Daddy, why are you here? Where is CiCi? Did you bring me something back?” Kari was spitting out question after question.
“Hello, Mr. Kassom,” Kari’s nanny, Tricia, spoke.
“Good morning, Tricia. Thank you for getting her home so quickly.”
“No problem, sir. I will go upstairs to my room, please let me know if you need me,” she stated and walked off, bringing my attention back to Kari.
“Now, to answer your questions. No, I didn’t bring you anything back because daddy had to rush back home,” I told her and just as I was explaining myself to Kari, Kenya walked up behind us, and Kari peeked her head around me.
“Daddy, who is that lady, she looks like the pictures of my mommy. Where is CiCi?” she spoke with attitude.
“Come here, baby. I want you to meet someone,” I replied, pulling Kari with me to stand in front of Kenya.
“Kari, remember the talks we had about your mother? That she was in heaven?” I asked her.
“Mmmhmmm,” she said, still looking at Kenya.
“Well, daddy found out that mommy was hurt, but she wasn’t in heaven. She was in the hospital for a long time. Kari, this is your mom, Kenya,” I told her.
“Hi, Kari. You’re so beautiful,” Kenya said to her.
“Hi,” Kari spoke, standing beside me. “Daddy, I need to do something. I’m going to my room,” she said, taking off for the stairs.
“Let me go talk to her. I’ll be back in a second,” I told Kenya. I headed upstairs to talk to Kari and see what was going on with her and as I got closer to her door, I heard her talking. I assumed that she was on her phone, so I decided to listen.
“CiCi, it’s me, Kari. I need you to come to my daddy’s house and pick me up. He has my mommy here, but I don’t want her to be my mommy. I want you to be my mommy, CiCi. I’ll have all my things packed. Call me back, okay?” she said.
I figured that she was leaving Ciera a message; this was going to be some hard shit, because Kari really loved Ciera. I walked into her room, and Kari was real life packing up her shit.
“Kari, what are you doing, baby?” I asked her.
“I’m moving in with CiCi, dad. I don’t want my old mommy; I just want CiCi!” She said, crying.
“Kari, you can’t move in with Ci, okay? You have to stay here with daddy, and your real mom. She loves you, Kari. I really need for you to give her a chance, baby. I know it’s hard to understand because you are only five—”
“I’m a big girl!” She yelled.
“You are. So, will you try for me?”
“Yeah, I guess,” she whispered lowly.
We walked downstairs hand in hand, and Kari answered questions that Kenya asked her, and she even gave her a hug.
It was for sure going to be a long time before Kari got used to her mother being around.
We spent the rest of the day as a family hanging out and talking. It was a real adjustment—for all of us.
It’d been a month since Kenya had been back.
I took some time off from work to spend with my family, and it seemed like everything was working out.
I was in the shower and Kenya got in behind me, rubbing my back.
I turned around to face her, pulling her close and kissing her lips.
When I pulled away, she kissed my lips again, sticking her tongue in my mouth as we deepened the kiss.
“Mmm Juelz, I have been wanting you for weeks, baby,” she moaned.
For some reason, the kiss didn’t make me feel the way I did when I kissed Ciera.
Kenya started massaging my wood, and at that point, I cut the shower off and pulled her out.
Lifting her, I carried her to the bed as we attacked each other.
I pulled a condom from the stand beside my bed, sheathed my dick, and plunged into her with urgency.
“Ohhhhhhh ahhhhhhh!” she gasped. As I continued fucking the shit out of her, there was no slowing down. I needed to fuck and unfortunately, she was gone take this dick and the aggression I had to get off me.
“Dammmmn, this shit is fucking good!” she screamed.
“You like that shit?” I said as I continued to deep stroke the shit out of her.
“Yesssss, daddy! I love this shit! I’m cummming!!” I continued my strokes.
“I love you, baby! I want you to marry me, like you said we were supposed to do before things happened,” she blurted.
Was she fucking serious? I thought as I deep stroked her until I let loose in the condom.
“You want me to marry you?” I asked her.
“Yes baby, please. Make me happy; marry me today! Let’s do it for our family,” she squealed. Easing out of her, I got up to clean myself up then I walked back into the room
“Kenya, we have all the time in the world to get married. I want to make sure you are good before we decide on something so major,” I said to her.
“Juelz, I’m good. This is what I want. I love you and I thought you loved me!” she teared up.
“I do love you, baby.”
“It’s her, isn’t it? You don’t want to marry me now, because of your new woman!” she screamed.
“Kenya, calm down. You and Kari’s happiness is what’s important to me. If you want to get married, then let’s get married. I will do whatever it is that you want to do,” I explained as I walked over to pick up my phone. I placed two calls; one to a judge I had on my payroll, and one to my lawyer.
“Get yourself cleaned up, and dress in something nice.” Kenya just looked at me, smiling. I went into my closet to open my safe, pulling out the black velvet box.
Inside was the ring that I was going to surprise Kenya with on our wedding day years ago, a 10-karat princess-cut Vera Wang specially made for her.
After making the necessary arrangements, six hours later, we were married.
I decided not to tell anybody because I didn’t want any negative energy or anyone to stop what we were doing.
I wanted to make Kenya happy, and if getting married made her happy, then so be it.
I, unfortunately, wanted to wait because of the feelings I had developed for Ciera.
I didn’t think Kari understood what was happening as we tried to explain it to her.
“I’m so excited that you’re my husband. I love you, baby,” Kenya said, kissing my lips.
“I love you too, Kenya.”
“Daddddddyyyyyyy! Guess who I buzzed in the gates? She is here, she is here, daddy!” Kari screamed in excitement.
“Who, Kari? And what did I tell you about opening the gates?”
“You said I can open them only if I see grandma, and uncle Zel in the camera. But it was CiCi, daddy so I let her in! Yayyyyyyy!” She screamed and ran down the stairs.
By the time I got to the bottom step, the doorbell had rung. I couldn’t believe this shit, Ciera showed up on the day I married Kenya! Fuccccckkk!
I opened the door for her. Damn, she was more beautiful than the last time I saw her.
“Hi,” Ciera spoke.
“CiCi, did you come to get me?” Kari excitedly asked.
“No, baby. I came to talk to your daddy, and then we can talk after,” she told her.
“Sorry to bother you, but I need to talk to you about something,” Ciera stated.
Just as I was getting ready to speak, Kenya walked down the stairs. “Baby, who is at the door?” Kenya asked. “Oh hello. I remember you; you were in Belize. Did you need something from my husband?” She asked Ciera with a smirk on her face.
“Husband? You got married?” Ciera asked, looking at me.
“Listen, Ci. I’m so fucking sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I really had deep feelings for you. Kenya and I just decided to get back together for the betterment of our family,” I said to her.
The tears were flowing effortlessly from her eyes, as she backed away from the door, running back to her car.
I couldn’t believe Kenya did that shit! She was being fucking messy.
Ciera looked so fucking destroyed! I felt like a piece of shit.
A piece of my heart ran away with her, and I was left standing at the door regretting my new marriage! Fuck!