17. Charisma Rae Jones
CHARISMA RAE JONES
Six months later. . .
“Oh my God, Pretty. Why did you let me oversleep?” Sissy asked with a pout, coming from the back of the house.
She was busy, spritzing her hair to bring the curls in her little afro back to life.
With the diamond stud earrings she wore, she should’ve been the one with the nickname Pretty because her beauty was undeniable.
I shook my head and wagged my finger at her. “Don’t try to blame me.” I chuckled and winked at her. “I woke you up on time. You were the one up all night on the phone with your boyfriend,” I teased her.
A blush covered her face, so to hide it, she ran over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “Stop it,” she whined. “He is not my boyfriend. We are literally just friends.”
I hugged her back, feeling a bit emotional.
A few months ago, her future was so uncertain, so to see her smile and even blush about potentially having a boyfriend made my knees weak.
I patted the back of her head and sighed.
“Me and your brother were just friends before too, but you see what that led to.”
I wiggled my fingers, and my wedding ring sparkled like it was desperate for attention.
Some days, I just sat and stared at it because I couldn’t believe I was someone’s wife.
Back when I was still dancing at Parlay, I didn’t think a man would ever find value in a woman who made a living exploiting her body for money.
But Kalm saw every dark corner in my heart and thought it was still beautiful.
That was why I fiercely loved my husband.
“That is true, but for now, it’s nothing serious. If he’s not making me laugh, then I’m listening to him make beats all night long.”
“As long as he’s making you smile, then he’s alright with me.”
“You sound like my brothers,” she teased me.
I waved her off. “That’s because all of us just want you to be happy.” Feeling the tears ready to escape, I spun her around by her shoulders and pushed her out the kitchen. “Now, finish getting ready so you’re not late. You were the one who said you wanted perfect attendance this school year.”
Her head fell backward when she groaned. “I know, I know. Let me grab my bookbag. Is my outfit okay?”
She wore a white distressed-band t-shirt with a flowy, red skirt and cute, gold sandals. “It’s cute, and I love how you did your eyeliner. You are even better than me at a cat eye now.”
“I could never be better than the queen,” she called out while racing to her room.
I finished wrapping the breakfast sandwich I was in the process of making for her and placed it in her lunch bag.
By the time she came back, I was handing it to her and ushering her out of the door.
“Have a good day!” I hollered as I stood at the door, watching her go.
She glanced over her shoulder to wave at me, and I returned it with a smile.
The last year was a challenge for Oasis, but she made it to the other side of her diagnosis.
She was currently cancer free and doing better than ever before.
Her grades were perfect; she had found a genuine friend when she was in the hospital; and pretty soon, she might even have herself a little boyfriend, to her brother’s dismay.
All we ever wanted was for her to have a full life, and it was happening.
We were already planning her prom look because Kalm had already said there was no budget.
I told him we were going to have my girl pulling up in a Rolls Royce to shit on all the little hos who hated on her.
He’d called me crazy but also agreed with it because it was fuck them for life.
Heading back inside, I closed the door behind me and locked it.
Kaos was up before the sun came up to begin training for the day, and my husband was all the way in California for training camp this time.
The only thing keeping me upbeat was that tonight was his fight, meaning I would be seeing him in the coming days.
Since his win a few months ago, his career had shot off like a rocket.
He had sponsorships, brand deals, and millions of fans who were rooting for him.
After seeing the way he was willing to sacrifice for his family, I knew God was blessing him because he’d managed the little he had well.
Now, there were so many zeros in his bank account that I couldn’t keep count.
Even though my coffee shop, Black Bean, was doing well, he still paid me a monthly allowance.
He said it was for being his wife, and who was I to complain?
Returning to the kitchen, I quickly did the dishes because I needed to head out soon. When I was finished, I walked to our bedroom and noticed my phone lighting up. I saw I had missed calls and texts from my husband.
Him : Why you ain’t answer when I called?
Him : I fucking miss you!!
Him : I’m about to just go ahead and knock this nigga out now so I can come home
I couldn’t help but laugh at his last message, because I knew he was dead serious. Him telling me he missed me had me kicking my feet back and forth, feeling so lightweight I thought I might float away.
Me: Sorry honey I was in the kitchen and left my phone in the room
Me: Can you talk now?
With my phone in hand, I headed to the closet to pick out an outfit for the day.
I was headed into Black Bean to do some inventory because business was booming.
A few years ago, when I was listing things I thought I might be able to do, I wasn’t entirely confident it would happen, yet it had, and it turned out to be the most fulfilling thing for me.
My phone vibrated, so I glanced to check it and saw Kalm had replied.
Him : Nah gotta start training now but here
Him : *video attachment*
Him : Now you can see how crazy I’m going without you next to me
Him : Have a good day
My heart was racing before I even opened the video because his words gave me butterflies and sunrays in exchange for oxygen.
I tapped the play button and smiled when I saw the video was of him doing boxing drills.
My smile faded when I heard him moan. Bringing the phone closer to my face for a better view, I saw there was a second video that was an overlay, and in that one, he was stroking his dick.
Pleasure immediately coursed through my veins as I watched him pleasure himself.
“Baby. . . I fucking need you right now,” he told me in a voice heavy with lust and yearning.
I tucked my bottom lip and completely abandoned the outfit I was picking out.
The scene unfolding before me was much more entertaining.
“I can’t wait to see you and slap my dick on your pretty lips. ”
I felt like a maniac for squealing at how vulgar he was, but knowing this was all for me filled me with pride and obsession.
He continued to stroke himself while speaking directly to me.
“It’s wet right now, ain’t it? Mmhmm, I know it is.
If it’s leaking, put it on camera. That’s the only way I’m going to be able to survive the day without you here with me.
” He picked up the pace of his strokes, tilted his head back, and his mouth popped wide open.
I knew he was gone by the way his chest heaved up and down.
“Just thinking about how tight, wet, and sweet your pussy is can do this to me. You turned me into a fucking fiend, Pretty. When I see you, I’ma punish you for that shit.
I’m putting this dick at the back of your throat and cervix, then I’ma paint your walls so we can have us a baby. ”
I was so glad his cum shot from his tip a few seconds later because his words were coursing through my veins like an injection of ecstasy. Since I was home alone, I decided to repay the favor. I wouldn’t be the only one hot and bothered by what they couldn’t have for the rest of the day.
Propping my phone up, I made sure it was a good angle then pressed the record button.
I quickly stripped out of my clothes then sat on the edge of our bed with my legs wide open.
My juices were already flowing out of me, and I smiled.
“See the mess you made with your voice? You better be prepared to be punished too.”
The fingers on my left hand went to my pussy while the right one pinched my erect nipple.
I moaned, working the moistness into my fingers like it was lotion.
My clit was thumping and ready for action.
I hissed after flicking it then rubbing small circles on the side of it.
“I miss you so fucking much. You better knock that nigga out, or I’m keeping this wet pussy all to myself. ”
My voice sounded so sultry and flirty I surprised myself, but Kalm could bring the freak out of me every damn time.
I pictured his body on top of mine, and it made me moan.
I felt the ridges of his abs whenever they pressed into my stomach.
I could smell his sandalwood cologne when he bent down to suck on my nipples.
The images in my mind were so vivid it felt like it was happening in real time and not a memory I’d downloaded for days like this.
I eased a finger inside of me, pretending it was him.
“I can’t wait to put my pussy on your face.
You always know what to do to unravel me.
Mmm, you better lick up every fucking drop too.
” My fingers moved faster, and before I knew it, tremors were shooting from my center.
I licked my lips, moaning as I rode the wave until all that was left were the aftershock waves of pleasure racing through my body.
“Thank you for helping me start my day.”
I reached for the phone to end the video. Crashing backward, I took a minute to catch my breath before I sent it to Kalm.
Me: Made a mess. Too bad you’re not here to clean it up with your mouth
I sighed, feeling super relaxed and almost like I could take a nap instead of going to the shop. When I turned on my side and cuddled under my covers, I knew it was over with. The world faded away from my consciousness before I even had a chance to fight back.
I didn’t wake up until later in the evening.
I didn’t expect to fuck myself to sleep and waste most of the day away like that either.
However, I was feeling refreshed, and since Black Bean was my business, I could go there at any time I felt like it.
So I got up and showered before getting dressed.
I checked my phone when I was finished to see Kalm had texted me.
Him : Keep them chubby fingers the fuck away from my pussy
Him : I’m so fucking angry right now
I cackled loudly while walking toward the front of the house with my purse on my shoulder.
Only my husband would be jealous of my fingers being in my pussy.
I saw Kaos had also texted to let me know he was taking Sissy to dinner and a movie, so I didn’t have to worry about them.
I opened the front door and almost jumped out of my skin when I saw Kalm standing there with a smirk on his face.
“Looks like I’m just in time.” His voice sent chills down my spine, but it was the look in his eyes that really made my mouth go dry.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” I stuttered because, how did he even get here so soon?
“I heard there was a mess I needed to clean up,” he replied, stepping deeper into the house. I gulped when he closed and locked the door behind himself. When he turned back to me, he looked like a predator who’d found his dinner for the night.
“What about your fight?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
He unzipped his Nike jacket and tossed it to the side. The tank top underneath clung to his corded frame, and I licked my lips, seeing his muscles pulse. “I knocked his ass out. Now it’s your turn.”
For every step he took toward me, I took one backward, trying to get away. My back collided into the wall with a thud, leaving me nowhere else to run. Kalm pressed himself up against me, making my heart race and my pussy thump in anticipation. His nose traced a trail down the side of my face.
“I just woke up,” I whispered against his lips as one last plea.
His lips formed into a smile before he pecked me twice. “Well, that’s good because you won’t be sleeping tonight.”
The End