37. Fatima
Fatima
K enneth stepped back into the bedroom and placed his phone onto the nightstand. “Who was it?” I asked him. I was so accustomed to doing it.
“Nobody,” he replied and climbed back into bed. Grabbing me by the wrist, he yanked me over on top of him. I was used to him lying, so I didn’t even bother to pry. Whoever called him had nothing to do with me. We were having fun and that’s it. I was never tying myself to this man again. I shouldn’t have allowed him back into my bedroom now. After I had him get Joker out of jail, I slipped onto the dick and we’d been fucking ever since. I wasn’t proud of myself and damn sure wasn’t about to let Joker know what I’d been doing. He’d be so angry with me and probably wouldn’t forgive me. He saw firsthand how Kenneth treated me. All he ever wanted was better for me, but it was hard when your son was the king of the city and damn near everyone feared him.
Kenneth kissed the corner of my chin. Gripping his dick, he placed it at my opening. I nipped the corner of my lower lip as he slid inside me. To this day, Kenneth was still the top two dicks I ever had in my life, and he wasn’t number two.
Gripping me by the waist, he ground inside me. I rocked back and forth, cupping my breasts. “Fuck,” I moaned, tilting my head back. Kenneth gripped me by the throat and brought my face down to his.
“Tell me you love me.”
I bounced on his dick and gazed lustfully into his eyes. “I love you.”
My lips crashed against his. I still couldn’t figure out how I got mixed up with the devil himself.
“Good girl,” he said after breaking the kiss. Still holding me by the throat, he flipped me over onto my back. I spread my legs as far as they would go, welcoming every depth of his dick. I tightly clutched the sheets, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Cum for me. Give me your soul.” I swear the moment he said that, it felt like my soul left my body.
He pressed deep inside me and released just as I screamed out, “Kenneth!”
Letting me go, he pulled out of me and rolled out of bed. I laid there on my back, panting.
“I’m about to shower so I can head to the airport. I’ll be back in a couple days,” he said as he sauntered to the bathroom.
I lay there, gazing up at the ceiling. At some point, I was gonna have to leave this man alone again. Every time I closed the door on him, he’d knock and I’d let him back in. I knew loving this man was a sin, but I couldn’t let him go no matter how much I tried. Being connected to Kenneth had me in and out of therapy. He was like an addiction. I went through withdrawals and always ended right back where I started. It’d been that way ever since before Joker was born.
Sitting up in bed, I grabbed my phone off the floor and stared at the notifications. Joker had called. I felt bad for missing his call. After I left here, I’d just call him back and see what he wanted.
Kenneth emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him. “You’re more than welcome to stay for as long as you want.”
“No. I think I’m going to get up and head home,” I said, scooting to the edge of the bed. I got up and grabbed my clothes off the floor and went into the bathroom. Grabbing some towels out the linen closet, I turned on the shower and stepped inside.
Once my shower was over, I got dressed and went back into the bedroom. Kenneth was gone. I grabbed my purse and exited the room. Taking the staircase down to the first floor, I headed to the door.
“I hope you enjoyed fucking my husband,” a voice said from behind me.
I looked back over my shoulder and saw Karlie standing there in her robe with a mug. I didn’t even bother to engage. I just opened the door and left out the house. Hitting the fob on my truck, I climbed inside and immediately called Joker’s phone to make sure that everything was alright. It went straight to voicemail.
I pulled out the circular driveway and stopped by Dunkin Donuts. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, I always started my day with Dunkin. Most people loved Starbucks, but I was a Dunkin girl. It tasted better in my opinion. I pulled in behind the car that sat at the speaker, already knowing what I was about to order. The car pulled off and I drove up to the speaker, letting my window down.
“Welcome to Dunkin. Can I take your order?”
“Can I get the medium frozen coffee with pecan swirl?”
“Yes, ma’am. Will that be all?”
“Yes.”
“Drive around.”
I pulled around to the window and grabbed my wallet out my purse. Getting my card, I handed it over to her. She swiped it and gave it back along with my coffee.
“Thank you,” I said and set it in the cupholder and then pulled off.
As I pulled to the street, I grabbed my straw and stuck it down into my cup. I took a sip and my heart smiled. Resting the cup back into the cupholder, I pulled off and headed in the direction of my house.
I checked my phone and didn’t have anything back from Joker yet. I was giving him ’til later to answer and if he didn’t, then I was popping up at his house. I thought it was odd that he was calling me after I spent the night with Kenneth. A part of me wanted to know if he knew my secret.
I pulled onto my street and hit the pad to open the garage. As I drove down the road, I noticed a black truck in my rearview and for whatever reason, I got an eerie feeling. Quickly, I picked my phone back up and dialed Joker’s number. Something just wasn’t sitting right with me. My heart pounded a million miles a minute. The phone went to voicemail again.
I went to Kenneth’s name because he was my next best option. Soon as I pressed dial, I heard gunfire and glass breaking.