Journei
What I did to Christian a few weeks ago was wrong and selfish on so many levels.
I was hurting from the pain Alexis caused and used that as my opportunity to act on the way Christian made me feel.
Voicing the effect he had on me ended with us goin’ round for round.
We exchanged so much that night. What I gave him, he gave me.
And I’d never had that, not even with Alexis.
He expressed numerous times in between sessions on how weak I made him. I could see how much he battled with staying away from me. Christian pulled at my soul, and the only way I felt like he could touch it was when our bodies became one.
That next morning, I found a letter on the bed from Christian that recited itself at least once a day in my head.
Out of every sin I’ve committed, you are my favorite one.
I went against my beliefs last night being with you.
I gave into temptation and loved it. I don’t know what you’re doin’ to me, but I can’t be anywhere around you.
As a man of God, I lose all sense, composure, and, most of all, respect.
That goes for my career, you, and your marriage.
What we did was magical to me but also wrong.
Distance would do us both some good. Your car is parked out front… I’m sorry, beautiful.
-Christian
I was hurt by what I read. Christian was removing himself from my life before I had the chance to enjoy him.
After reading the letter, I waited for him to return to his condo.
He never showed, givin’ me no choice but to leave.
I left his residence with sexual memories that haunted me.
Anytime I thought about him, my pussy threw a fit, and a dark cloud hovered. I missed him… period.
However, I still had a wife that I loved.
My marriage was my reality. Alexis showed up at Ties & Tips apologizing, which she didn’t have to do.
I knew she was sorry from the way she stalked me.
Alexis had a flashy car with a license plate that read LEX007.
She popped up everywhere she thought I’d be, and I watched her do it.
Goin’ home to my wife was always the end result. I needed space to clear my head, and I did that… for the most part. She wasn’t perfect, but with everything she’d done for me, that was how I viewed her. I placed her on a pedestal when I shouldn’t have. She made mistakes like anyone else.
“Hey, my wife. You smell good.” Alexis complimented me before I could step around her desk. That damn Burberry Her gave me away every time.
“Thank you, baby. I brought you some lunch.” I held up a takeout bag from a Japanese restaurant called Katana’s.
“And I just sent Sierra to get me some food. Let me call her right quick.”
“No, let her get it. I’m gon’ eat mine and probably half of yours. I’m hungry as fuck today.” And I really was. My appetite had picked up these last few days.
She nodded and reached for the bag. We were in a better space.
I still didn’t trust Alexis, but I was givin’ her a chance to change that.
She let me see the text Trina sent, and I wasn’t even mad.
I knew the type of vibe my wife brought, so I wasn’t surprised that she wanted it back.
If she popped her ass up at my house though, I was goin’ in her mouth. Plain and simple.
With Alexis being in the drug business, I had to catch her when I could if she wasn’t home. Thankfully, she was at her main warehouse, gettin’ prepared for a shipment comin’ in. I was never allowed to be there for more than an hour. She said too much went on, and the less I knew, the better.
I bent down and kissed those lips that’d been making me leak like a faucet.
She was actually missed today. That, or my emotions were missed placed.
Either way, I wanted to be rubbed on and shown some affection.
I made my way to the recliners she had in there and waited ’til she sat so I could put my legs in her lap.
We sat and enjoyed our food. Moments like that I loved.
Since her fuckup, she’d been requesting more quality time, and I was all for it.
Alexis wasn’t a mushy wife that catered to my sensitive and lovey-dovey feelings.
She told me where we stood, how she felt, and what she wanted. Without emotions might I add.
“That was a good choice, baby. I like that zucchini they added.”
“Me too. I’m tired as fuck now though,” I said, gettin’ extra comfortable.
“Journei don’t play with me. Get the fuck out this warehouse and take yo’ ass home. After the shipment, I’ll be there.” She removed my legs from her lap and went to grab my purse and keys.
“Not you gettin’ my shit for me. Girl, let me get out yo’ wack ass warehouse before I have to smack you.”
I got up, cleaned off the table, slipped my shoes on, and snatched my shit from Alexis.
She pissed me off when she did that. I was on my way out the door when she cleared her throat.
Stopping midstride, I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and walked back over to her.
I gave a lil’ baby peck to her lips and turned to leave.
“What I just tell you?”
“Man, here, damn.” I gave her another kiss that was more genuine. “I love you.”
She smiled and slapped my ass. “I love you too. Cook please.”
I made sure my middle finger gave a clear view of “fuck you”. Lex got what she wanted though, so I was gon’ cook her lil’ meal. However, she was gon’ give me some pussy in return. My sex drive went up a notch since I came back.
On the way home, I stopped by Ties & Tips. I wanted to see how far the twins were into the project. Lately, they’d been all gas no brakes. They kept me updated and on my toes with the business.
My estimate was nowhere near the budget Alexis gave me. I actually pocketed a lil’ change. My rainy-day funds were two hundred fifty thousand dollars richer.
I walked in and saw how well everything was comin’ along. What I envisioned was starting to become a reality. The hookah section was complete. I loved how mellow it felt. Emilia had that part of the lounge looking good.
Whoever she had paint the walls did one helluva job. I said make it seem like they were sittin’ in the clouds, and damn it, I felt like I was in the muthafuckin’ clouds. I could imagine gettin’ right off clouds while surrounded by clouds. Man, the effects of that shit were gon’ be dope.
Goin’ to the bar area, I saw it was fully stocked and ready to go.
I checked the storage room before heading to the front.
We had so many hookahs back there I lowkey felt like I bought too many.
I planned on selling hookahs and the accessories that went with them.
I had a variety in sizes, colors, and designs.
If patrons bought one there, their first round of shots was on me.
“How you like it?” Nina asked once I got to the front.
“C’mon now. You know I love it. This lounge about to shake a few Barnes & Nobles’ tables,” I said, laughing.
“Oh, they about to be upset. The promotion we been doing already got people wanting to RSVP to the grand opening.”
“Aaaayyyyyeeee. That’s what I like. Shoot me a call after you leave. I’m goin’ home to take a nap. Thank you, pudd.”
I gave Nina a hug and left. I was dog tired and didn’t really do anything but go feed my wife and stop by the lounge. I had no reason to be drained the way I was.
I made it to the house and didn’t bother goin’ upstairs to my bed. The couch was just as soft, so I lay down right there. Alexis would be home in a few hours, so I had time to rest before catering to her wants.
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Hunz stared at me as I stared at him. We were in his doorway, not sayin’ a word to each other.
I wasn’t sorry about cuttin’ him off one bit.
His suggestion caused me further heartache.
If he would’ve just let me have my time, I wouldn’t have seen a bitch at my fuckin’ house gettin’ dinner served by my wife.
“Move, Hunz. I don’t have time for this shit with you.”
“Ain’t no way you think you ’bout to step in my shit and we not converse. This shit ends right now. So wassup?” He crossed his arms and stood firm.
“What you want me to say, Hunz? You said go talk to my wife, and I did. I also found her cookin’ for her ex in my house. Ain’t got shit to say to you, bruh.”
No doubt about it, I missed my best friend. We haven’t spoken since I left his house that night. I wasn’t even mad at him to be honest. What happened, happened. It wasn’t his fault my wife cheated but I blamed him in a sense.
“I wanted you to work it out with your wife. She fucked up, but who doesn’t? Ain’t you back with her? Okay then. The fuck you takin’ it out on me for?”
“Boy, if you don’t go to hell. I’m not takin’ anything out on you. I just don’t have conversation for you. You think I’m mad when I’m not. The situation is over with.”
“If you ain’t mad, then do our normal routine.” His arms were still folded while he smirked, knowin’ that would get me to smile.
My eyes saw everything inside that big ass head of mine from rolling them so hard. I took a few steps back and set my purse down. He really did get on my nerves sometimes. I ran and jumped into his arms, screamin’, “Bestie!”
Hunz was crackin’ the fuck up. He placed me back to my feet and moved to the side so I could enter. After picking my purse up, I did so. I went over there to get some attention from him and his wife.
My wife was out the country on business, and loneliness was setting in. I knew Belle Air would cook and Hunz would cuddle with me.
I went straight to their theater room that held the smart bed. They were fancy with they lil’ house. Hunz came from money, and so did Belle Air. When they combined accounts, they gave me and my wife a lil’ challenge.
Kicking off my shoes, I got in the bed and immediately wanted to sleep. Hunz came in with a blunt and a tray full of snacks. He knew what was comin’ after we poisoned our lungs.
“Belle Air not here, but she on the way home. We gotta fuck up some snacks until she feed us.”
I nodded and waited for him to get comfy so I could. All our college and adult lives, people would spread rumors about me and Hunz. I was called all types of bitches and hoes from how we treated each other. Hell, Belle was on the same wave until she found out how much I loved pussy.
We went through that blunt with the quickness. I didn’t get to put a chip to my lips before I was dozing off. Staying up for more than a few hours was exhausting to me. If I could carry a portable bed, I would.
“Nah, just in here chillin’ with number two. What you on, nigga?”
I woke up to Hunz’s loud ass mouth entertaining somebody I had yet to hear or see. What I did know was my baby had come home and started cookin’. I could smell it the minute I sat up.
Grabbing my phone, I saw it was after four in the afternoon. My wife was supposed to call an hour ago. I hit her contact to FaceTime.
“Hey, my wife.” She was smiling when the call connected.
“Hi, wife. Why you ain’t call me?” I had a lil’ attitude.
“Diego had me make a few runs with him. I literally just got back to the hotel. You made good timing. What’s goin’ on, baby? You look tired.” She gave a concerning tone.
“I’m just waking up from a nap. I saw you didn’t call, so I hit you up. I came to Hunz and Belle’s since you were gone. I didn’t want to sit home by myself.”
“I’ll be home in two days. Aggravate Hunz ’til then. I gotta get this nap before I start to get ready for this dinner tonight with Diego and his people. Supposed to be some expansion party. Any who, I love you.”
As soon as I got ready to respond, my best friend came walkin’ through the door with the man that left me like a coward. However, he still had me yearning for him. Our eyes connected, and everyone else became irrelevant. Christian Gills had me purring uncontrollably.
“Helloooo! I said I love you. What the fuck got your attention that you can’t answer me!” By that time, Alexis was yelling through the phone.
Catching myself, I hurriedly responded, “I love you too. Call me later,” then hung up, followed by hitting that Do Not Disturb button. I pulled the covers back so I could get on ’bout my business.
I didn’t need Christian dodging me once again. As I passed by him, his cologne hit me like a concrete wall. His sheets held that same scent.
“Best friend, you remember Pastor Gills, don’t you?” Hunz was tryin’ to be a smart-ass. He knew I was tryna fuck on Christian from the story I gave him but didn’t know I did that, and more, for three hours straight.
“Nah. He don’t look like shit I’d remember or even want to know. Stop introducin’ me to your wack ass people, bestie. I’m goin’ to my baby so I can get my quality time and go the fuck home.”
“You ain’t gotta be so damn mean, Journei. He still a fuckin’ pastor.”
I turned back around so damn fast. All I could do was laugh. My best friend hit that shit right on the head. Christian was indeed a pastor that fucked. That career shit didn’t mean a damn thing to him when he was stretching me out.
Being a pastor didn’t stop him from having his face on my pussy either. And it damn sure didn’t stop him from making my pussy coat that dick every two minutes. I didn’t want to hear that shit Hunz was poppin’.
“And I don’t believe in that shit he preaches, so bye.”
Pastor Gills had better leave me the fuck alone. I’d suggest he go talk to his God ’cause it was definitely fuck him from there on out.