Alexis
The only thing that came across the news was how devastated the people of Nashville were that their church home was now destroyed. I was highly pissed and felt like I was bein’ played with. I specifically had a team go up to Nashville and scope out the scene of the church.
When they saw him, they were supposed to light that bitch up and make it in possible for him to survive. But all I heard from the television was he was injured severely along with a member of the church.
Gills was a hard body to get information on. That was why I called on my plug and his son for a favor. Diego and Kégo were the only two I knew that could handle Gills without it bein’ too much of a scandal.
Anybody I went to for information couldn’t seem to find anything on him besides the last six years starting with him bein’ ordained to be a pastor. He seemed to be untouchable, and I didn’t like how I had no pull when it came to him.
I heard the front door open, and heels touched the floor. For a second, I had a glimpse of hope. I wanted it to be my wife. I wanted Journei to come home so we could talk. It was fucked up on more levels than one the way she and Gills shitted on me, but I missed my baby.
Galleria was supposed to be Mrs. Tucker years ago, but I ran into Journei and chose her instead. To be honest, Galleria was a beautiful woman, but Journei’s ass was a diamond in the fuckin’ rough.
She was gorgeous, and then her personality enhanced everything about her. Whatever pulled Gills toward her had the same pull on me. Crazy thing was, I was only upset that he gave her the one thing I couldn’t: a baby.
“The most I get out of you is a funky ass shopping spree and a ring that damn near cuts off my circulation. But that bitch gets the big house, the fancy cars, oh, and a ring that fits? Explain to me how that works, Alexis!” Galleria yelled.
Galleria came in on all bullshit this morning.
She slid her ring off her finger and threw it at me, with it landing against the side of my face.
I took a deep breath and closed the fridge.
Aggravation was starting to set in, and I hadn’t laid eyes on her.
The truth of the matter was I loved Galleria, but I was all in love with Journei Evans.
“She’s my wife, Galleria. The fuck you want me to say?
Happy wife, happy life, and until you and that dumb ass bitch Trina turned this shit up a notch, my wife was very fuckin’ happy.
Now why the fuck are you here?” Turning toward Galleria, I offered her my irritated look and propped my hands on my hips.
“Wow. So, it was a front, huh? Why is it she keeps ending up on top? First you, now Hades.”
“Who the fuck is Hades?” I asked, cutting her off.
“Don’t worry about it, Alexis. I see I ain’t mean shit to you. It’s fucked up to think I had someone in my corner that was for me just to find out I’m only second best. Have a good life, yo.” Galleria walked away, and I felt like shit for the second time in two days.
I did a light jog to catch up to her before she was completely out the door. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her back into me.
I was all woman, but my lil’ ass had big dick energy like a muthafucka. Galleria was shorter than me, coming in at four-eleven and fit into my frame perfectly.
The love I had for Journei was unmatched, but Galleria was still a woman I loved. We shared good memories and laughs. She wasn’t someone who came in the picture while dealing with my wife. She was already here. Her body was dumb crazy and natural at that. I wouldn’t change a damn thing about her.
As she leaned into me, my left hand made its way from her stomach to her neck. I applied a lil’ pressure, then brought her head back so a kiss could be shared.
She never denied me of anything I wanted. She was head over heels for me the way I was for my wife, and right now, I didn’t want to argue with her.
Sex would shut her up and keep her at bay. Her tongue and lips were still soft as ever, givin’ off that hint of strawberry that seemed to always be there.
As our tongues played tag, my free hand crept up her thigh to that place that was just as wet and warm as a jacuzzi.
Like I expected, she had no panties on. Galleria was a walkin’ Little Caesars—always hot and ready. It took one swipe between her folds to have my fingers soaked. To her, arguing was the first step in having bomb ass sex.
My fingers were moving in a swirling motion across her pearl. I loved the way pussy felt, and hers was so smooth and wet. If I asked to live in that bitch, she’d let me.
I was gon’ fuck her right there in the doorway. My wife had completely moved out, and I felt like I had free rein to do what I pleased in my house.
Galleria’s chest began to heave as she pushed soft moans into my mouth. Letting her neck go, I ushered her hand between her thighs to dip a finger or two into her pussy. She got off when we both played.
My attention was on her clit while she let me hear how her waves were crashing against her fingers. Such a beautiful sound. When her leg began to shake, I knew she was near.
I released the hold I had on her clit and took a step back. Her response was quick and exactly what I expected. She turned around with an attitude and glaring eyes.
“The fuck you stop for. I was right there.”
I grabbed her neck once again and backed her against the door. The tube dress she wore was meant for easy access. Bringing down the front of the dress, her perky C-cups were on display.
Those pretty pink nipples were exposed, and I was the one to latch on to them. She tasted like strawberries, no matter what part of her body I zoned in on. Naturally sweet and refreshing. Soft moans continued to leave her mouth as I had my way with her body.
Hiking her dress up over her ass, her pussy was now visible and glossy. I got on my knees, which was somethin’ I didn’t do often. I preferred any position other than this, but I was in the process of makin’ one of my women happy.
Lifting her left leg, I placed kisses along the inside of her thigh. A trail led to her box that held an aroma I had grown fond of. I dove right in, not givin’ her a chance to catch a breath. Her mouth formed the shape of an “O” as she gripped a fist of my hair.
I couldn’t tell who produced more fluids at that moment. I was leaking just as bad as her and ready for a messy session.
“Fffuucckkk!” was all she had for me. I was goin’ all in because she didn’t deserve the bullshit I was on. Journei didn’t either, but Galleria was the only one still tryin’ to fuck with me.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered against her pearl, making her shiver. I wasn’t sorry for marrying Journei, just sorry for stringing Galleria along.
however, I was glad they flew in early. Gills had become a thorn in my side.
“Thank you. Send them in for me,” I responded.
A minute passed before my guests came waltzing through my office door. Diego looked good to be in his late fifties. He had gray hairs mixed in his beard, honey nut eyes, thick eyebrows and lashes, and a strong jawline.
His hair stayed in a low curly temp fade, and anything he wore was fitted. Everyone was practically taller than me, but Diego was a giant. That six-four height towered over me and then some. That man was handsome, nonetheless, though.
Then Kégo… Understand every lesbian got that one nigga that could make them sing a different tune. Christian was it for my wife, and Kégo was mine.
The only reason Kégo never made a pass at me was because I worked for his father. If I didn’t make the money I did for Diego, Kégo would’ve had me face down ass up by now, and my pussy-lovin’ ass would’ve thrown back every ounce of ass I had.
Kégo’s mom was a mixed woman, so her genes combined with Diego’s gave them twins that looked like they belonged in a museum.
Their skin had a natural glow, almost gold tinted. Galleria took her bright skin from their mom, but Kégo had a caramel complexion.
Both had eyes that kept my attention on them only and a voice that blocked everyone else out. Galleria took after her mom while Kégo took everything thing from Diego, including his height.
I saw Galleria often, so I became accustomed to her beauty, but fuckin’ Kégo, I could never get used to seeing him.
“Alexis, you’re still beautiful as ever,” Diego said as he headed toward my desk.
I got up and went around to greet them properly. Diego didn’t shake hands. Instead, he gave hugs. I embraced him, and my tiny frame was swallowed. The cologne he wore was unique, and I always knew when he was near. That scent was custom made just for him.
“Thank you, Diego. How was your flight?” I asked.
“It wasn’t too bad. I slept for the three hours it took gettin’ here. This a new warehouse? I remember goin’ to the one across town.”
“Yeah, it is. The other one we use for pickups, drop offs, and meetings. This had more space and with the new investment in vending machines it works to keep the feds off my ass.” I answered him and moved on to Kégo. He stood there with a smile on his face knowin’ I was weak for it.
“Lexi baby, waddup, mami.” He held his arms open, and I did everything but run into his arms. The hug was brief and innocent.
“Wassup, troublemaker. You good?” I asked once I stepped out of his personal space.
“Don’t I look good?” he asked, stretching his arms out wide. He looked more than good. That man was fuckin’ art, in my eyes.? I did a simple nod and gave a genuine smile.
Leading them to the sitting area of my office, I poured them a drink and sat to talk business. What I had planned would eradicate the existence of Gills. I needed my wife back, and as long as he was alive, she wasn’t coming back.
“So, about this problem your wife has. Who is it?” Kégo questioned after throwin’ his drink back.
I pointed to a folder on the table and watched as he opened it. I didn’t know what his response would be, but I was hoping they would take the job.