Chapter 42 MONFUA
MONFUA
Since Lakia left my house, I’d been sitting on the fucking couch.
To see her like that fucked with me, but I knew it was for the best. Nikki and I didn’t even fuck because knowing I closed the damn door in Lakia’s face bothered me.
However, I wasn’t playing with her ass. What she thought was that I was going to be some sucker ass nigga who was going to fall into her hands like putty.
She needed something from me, and that was stability, which I could provide, but I wasn’t doing that for someone just because.
I wanted it all. The love, the trust, the honesty, the relationship, and the pussy.
When we locked eyes, it took everything in me to pull my eyes away from her.
Both of us were begging each other for a second chance.
She wanted to stay, and I wanted her to, but I couldn’t.
I had to turn my wife away because, instead of seeing me as her husband, she saw me as a toy.
Something she could play with until she got tired, then dispose of.
Lakia was hiding shit, and I knew it. I didn’t know how much Foe knew, but at the end of the day, she had to answer to that nigga, not me.
Sit up. Lay down. Stand up. Pace. Sit. Repeat. Sit up. Lay down. Stand up. Pace. Sit.
The crack of the thunder exploded as I finally lay down on the couch, staring at my skylight window.
I ran my hand up and down my chest as I thought of Lakia.
How did I even get myself into this shit?
Why her? I ran my hand down my face as I tried to rationalize why I wanted to get the fuck up and go get her.
My phone vibrated on the table, and to my surprise, it was my dad. “Malo.”
“Hey,” I responded.
I could hear him clear his throat. “I heard it was storming there. I’m checking on you.”
I continued to stare out the window as lightning struck. “I’m cooling. You ok? How’s grandpa?”
My grandfather was getting older. Every time I turned around, he was sick. I knew soon I would be making my way back to Samoa for a visit, but it would be a sad one. “He’s ok. Your mother told me you’re going to the fireman academy.”
“Hmph. She did? When you talk to her?”
That was the thing. My mother and father swore they disliked each other, but then they had these secret conversations about me. I found it interesting. “I haven’t applied yet.”
“Why?”
“E leai sou feau!” I spat.
“Oh, so you learn how to speak a little Samoan and you talk shit.”
I let out a deep sigh. “I—”
“Let me speak,” he snapped.
I knew saying that would piss him off, but I didn’t want to think about the fireman academy.
I had been putting it off because I wasn’t sure if I was fully ready to dedicate myself to it yet.
I had been tossing the idea around but had yet to pursue it.
I don’t know if I felt like it would take me away from the life I once knew, or if I was afraid of going through the trials alone.
I had put in a lot of work to get this far, but something in me felt incomplete, and I wasn’t ready.
As my dad continued to speak, there was another knock on my door. I shot up from the couch as I stared at the door. “Let me call you back, pops,” my words trailed off. “Fai-fai-lemu,” I said before I hung up.
I tossed the phone on the table as I made my way toward the door.
A feeling sank in my stomach, and I knew she was on the other side.
I unlocked the door and opened it. She didn’t even bother to say anything as she stepped forward, pulled at my two braids, to bring my face to hers.
She pressed her cold, wet nose against mine as her eyes seemed as if they were trying to savor the moment. “I want to stay,” she mumbled.
My lips disappeared between my teeth as my eyes closed slowly. “What are your intentions?” I muttered. “Aua e te peplo,” I added as I slowly opened my eyes.
Crack of thunder.
She didn’t say anything but allowed her focus on me. I went to pull away, but she wrapped my braids around her hand, bringing me back down.
“Sukalati, what are your intentions?”
Her lips parted slowly and grazed mine. “They were bad, but now I,” she paused. “I want to try,” she whispered.
“Why?”
“I’m your wife, Fua. I’m not your homie, your lover, or friend. I’m your wife.”
Crack of thunder.
I closed my eyes because I wanted to believe Lakia. I did, but a part of me still had my reservations about her. “Look at me, Fua.”
Eyes on her. “I’m your husband,” I said as my arm slowly wrapped around her waist to pick her up.
I used my foot to close the door as she wrapped her long, chocolate legs around my waist. To have her in my arms felt good.
It felt genuine, like we were now in this shit together.
She wouldn’t let my hair go as I had gone to set her down on the couch, but she pressed her lips against mine.
That was it. The way we kissed each other was different than our drunken night.
Our lips devoured each other as we were both chasing the taste of love.
Once we were able to pull our lips away, I carried her to the back and into the bathroom.
Lakia clung to me like Velcro. I leaned forward, turning on the shower.
When I set her down, I began to remove her wet clothes gently.
Maybe there should have been words shared between us, but this moment of pure silence was needed.
I wanted to show rather than speak of what I could be for her.
I wanted to show her that she could have all the things, the support, the love, the passion, and attention that most women dreamed of.
When she stepped into the shower, a smile eased on her face. “Aren’t you getting in with me?”
My tongue slid across my bottom lip as I stared into her face, “No. Let me take care of you tonight.”
I grabbed a towel and lathered it up with soap as I continued to gaze at her.
My hand took hers as I allowed the soapy towel to wash her body.
I started with her long legs and worked my way up slowly.
So slow that not only did her pussy meow at me, but a purr fell from her lips.
As my wrist formed a circular motion between her inner thighs, the feeling of her trembling legs made me grin. “Relax,” I whispered.
Circle, circle.
The soapy towel had now reached her center. Her pussy was perfect. Hairless, chocolate with no imperfections. The towel fell, but my hand kept moving as I caressed her pussy.
Circle, circle.
I let my finger travel down her pussy lips as we stared at each other. Her legs eased open a bit more. “Ooo, Fua,” she moaned.
Up, then down.
I eased her lips open as my head slowly tilted to the side. There it was, the pearl that had been hiding behind the mask. I let my fingertip flick at it before I blew a slowly steady breath against it. The way that muhfucka thumped, I knew Sukalati was almost ready.
Her hand landed on my head as she caressed my scalp. “I want to, but not yet, Sukalati,” I muttered.
As I slowly stood to look at her face, it was flushed, her mouth slightly parted, and her breathing was loud. A smile eased on my face. By the time she had entirely focused on me, I winked. “Almost time.”
I slowly backed out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Did I want to fuck her, absolutely, but it wasn’t the time. Lakia and I had some things to sort out, and depending on that, I would decide whether we would share a moment of intimacy.