Chapter 19 #2
I tightened my arms around her body and flipped us, putting her against the couch and me behind her. I gripped her ass cheeks and slid deeper inside of her, my balls knocking against her clit. She grabbed one of the couch pillows and bit into it. I snatched it away from her.
“Mm, mm. Don’t hold back, baby. Be a good girl and let go on this dick.”
She grunted and slapped the back of the couch as her thighs began to quiver. “Crescent. Oh God... fuck!”
I slowly pulled out of her, and slammed back inside of her, her juices splashing all over the cream-colored couch with each stroke.
“What the fuck?!”
With wide eyes, I pulled out of her and turned around to find her husband standing in the doorway.
Off top, my hands went to my waist, as if I wasn’t naked from the waist down, on a business meeting without my gun.
I was naked out here, literally and this nigga had a vicious amount of hate in his eyes.
He didn’t waste time coming at me. I snatched my pants up from the floor and quickly put them on just as he made it to the side of the office where we were.
As soon as the nigga got in arm's length, I swung on him.
I missed and he hit me in the jaw with a mean ass left hook.
I shook it off and swung on him again. Connected with his nose.
He ate that bitch. I wasn't surprised. He was on animal shit—had just caught me with my dick balls deep in his wife. I would have been too.
In the background, Mahogany yelled at him to stop.
Neither of us paid any attention to her.
He wanted to kill me, and I was fighting for my life.
He threw a couple wild punches at me, with the one arm he had, connecting a couple of times.
I couldn’t lie. He was getting off. Which was crazy, considering he was throwing them bitches with one arm.
Rage in the middle of a fight was a different type of fuel. Still, I held my own.
A nigga hadn’t scrapped in a minute. The last fight I had, I was around eighteen, in the hood on some wild shit with my cousins. I was in my mid-thirties. My body wasn’t the same. Shit, his neither. He was slow as hell. But all things considered, we were going head up.
“This what the fuck you been doin, bitch?! Huh?” He yelled, throwing another punch, I dodged it, hit him with a couple and backed up. “This how you do me?! While I’m tryna keep this... fuckin... family together!”
He tried to wrap his arms around me, I hit him in the face, stopping him. He stumbled a little and I got the upper hand. I wrapped my arms around him and yelled in his ear, “Aight nigga. Chill!”
He jerked his head back, trying to head butt me. “Let me go, bitch ass nigga!” He screamed. “Let me the fuck go! You lucky I ain’t got my fuckin’ blick on me! I’ll end yo ass nigga! Fuck off me!”
I looked toward Mahogany with pleading eyes.
I didn’t want to take it to murder with this nigga.
In the position we were in, I could easily choke him out, killing him.
Could easily end him how he’d threatened to end me.
But I didn’t. At the end of the day, he was her husband…
the father of her kids. Killing him wouldn’t do anything but bring heartbreak and turmoil to her.
I didn’t want to kill the nigga. Under different circumstances, if he did have his gun on him and he was trying to kill me, I would have for sure.
But that wasn’t the case. So, I just wanted to calm the nigga down.
I put him in the sleeper hold. That was the only way I saw either of us getting out of this shit without spilling more blood. He tapped on my arm, squirmed, tried to head butt me and shit. But after a couple of seconds, he was sleep. I let him go and let his body rest on the floor.
With heavy breathing I pushed myself up from the floor.
My eyes met Mahogany’s as she adjusted her shirt and bent down to grab her pants. Taking a deep breath, she looked away and pulled them on. I looked over my shoulder at her husband and shook my head, dabbing at the cut on my lip.
When I turned back to face her, she was pacing. I walked over and tried to grab her, but she stopped me by putting her hands up. “I’m—I’m okay,” she said, looking over at her husband. “You should go before he gets up.”
“Man... I’m not comfortable leaving you with him like this,” I said, with my eyes glued on him, laid out unconscious.
“You don’t have a choice. You being here when he wakes up won’t do anything but restart the whole thing.” She shook her head. “This is my shit. I have to clean it up. Alone. I’m sorry—sorry for—”
“You ain’t got shit to apologize about. I knew what I was doing before I got involved with you, Mo,” I cut in, stepping towards her.
With my arms out, I asked for an embrace. She was hesitant—very hesitant— but I let her know we had a good five minutes or so before he’d regain consciousness. Still, she shook her head, pulling her lips into her mouth.
“You should leave.”
I stared into her eyes for a moment, the fear of finality creeping up the nape of my neck. This was done. It felt final. Like him coming in when he did shut a door that had been partially closed since we started. Shaking my head, I dismissed those thoughts and clenched down on my jaw.
I ran my tongue over the cut, tasting blood, and shook my head. “Hit me as soon as you can, Mo. If I don’t hear from you, I’m going to assume the worst and—”
“I’m going to be okay,” she interrupted, wrapping her arms around her body. “I will text you when I can.”
I walked over to the desk, grabbed my phone and hoodie and headed out of the office.
Before I did, I looked over my shoulder at her.
She gave me a sad look and chewed on the side of her bottom lip.
And like always, I felt a pull in her direction.
She needed a hug. She needed my body against hers.
But because she rejected me before, I stood there, conflicted.
Was I just supposed to walk away, knowing what I knew?
Feeling what I felt? I should have. It was in my best interest to just leave but damn…
Instead of walking out of the office, I turned and headed in her direction.
She didn’t move or put her hands up. And when I wrapped my arms around her, she didn’t protest. She wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me back.
The hug didn’t last nearly as long as I would have liked for it to before I pulled away, kissed her on the forehead and reminded her to hit me up.
“I will.”
With that, I looked over at her husband one last time, shook my head, and walked out of the office.