31. Blessing
Everyone’s eyes were glued to me as I paced around the living room.
I was barely sober and couldn’t think straight.
I can’t believe this bitch just told my fucking business.
I don’t even know how she knew this shit.
Besides Rell, Chanel was the only other person who knew, and there was no way she would tell my business.
“Let me talk to my brother alone,” I said, chewing my bottom lip. Everyone stood to leave but Messiah and Saint.
“Talk,” Messiah demanded sternly. His face held no emotions.
I sighed, taking a seat across from them. “I had to do it, Siah. It was either him or me and I chose myself. I had to live for my daughter. Seven was beating my ass every chance he got. He wasn’t high off drugs or drunk. He was sober as fuck.”
Messiah’s jaw clenched as he balled his fists up. “Why didn’t you tell me, Blessing? I would’ve handled this shit!”
“He was going to kill you!” I yelled as tears filled my eyes. “When I threatened to tell you the first time he hit me, he told me he was going to kill you. We already lost daddy and mama. I couldn’t lose you, too, Siah. He tried to pay Rickey to kill you, but he wouldn’t.”
“Lil Rickey? The rapper?” Saint asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. There’s more… After Rell killed Seven, I paid him what I promised, but he came back asking for more.
He said the fifty thousand I paid him wasn’t enough, and he needed more to leave town.
He knew that you were looking for him. I told him I would give him more, but I didn’t.
His mistake wasn’t my problem. I paid him the price he gave me.
” I shrugged, wiping the tears that fell.
“He kept sending me threatening messages, and he was the one who threw that brick through my windshield.”
“Blessing.” Messiah huffed and shook his head.
“This is the dumbest shit you ever did. Even if you were trying to protect me, you should’ve told me!
Y’all are my fucking responsibility! What if shit went wrong and you ended up dead?
FUCK!” He slapped his hand against the coffee table before standing up and leaving.
Dru walked in with Chanel trailing behind him.
“Just let him cool off,” Dru said, patting my shoulder.
I huffed, running a hand down my face. This is not how I wanted this shit to play out. I knew I was wrong for hiding things from him, but I did what I needed to do. Just like Seven got handled, so would Rell.
“Why didn’t you tell me that nigga was harassing you?
I understand you wanting to handle things by yourself but there are too many men in your life who don’t play about you.
This shit could’ve been handled when it first started.
If you didn’t want to tell me or Messiah you could’ve at least told Dru. ” Saint said, sitting beside me.
“I know, Saint. I fucking know.” I snapped.
“Aye, you can drop the attitude. I get your upset cause your little secret is out, but relax.”
“My little secret isn’t the only one that’s out. Friend fucker.”
Dru and Chanel erupted in laughter, causing Saint to suck his teeth.
“Ain’t shit funny. Go the fuck upstairs, Blessing.” He responded.
“Nigga, you don’t tell me what to do. YOU go the fuck upstairs.”
“Blessing.”
I huffed and rolled my eyes. “Goodnight y’all.” Saint smacked my ass as I walked past him and made my way upstairs into our bedroom. The room still smelled like me. I undressed and placed my dirty clothes in the overflowing hamper.
A soft moan escaped my lips as I relaxed underneath the shower head. The steaming hot water felt so good against my skin, relaxing me. Tonight didn’t go as planned. I just wanted to get drunk and turn up with my girls.
A breeze of cool air filled the shower as Saint stepped inside behind me.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, already knowing where this was going.
He trapped me between him and the wall. His lust-filled eyes raked over my drenched body until they landed on my rib cage, where his name was stamped.
During our trip to Willow Creek, we got drunk and got matching tattoos.
He tattooed my name in big, bold red letters in the same spot.
“Baby..” I cooed, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pressed his chest against mine before leaning down to kiss me. I melted against him. His rough hands groped my body as I slid my tongue into his mouth. I gasped when his hands collided with my wet ass.
“Apologize.” He mumbled against my lips before sinking his teeth into my bottom lip.
I shook my head in defiance. He chuckled and spun me around.
I could feel his rock-hard dick pressed against my ass.
He placed a trail of kisses from my shoulder blade down to my lower back.
He got on his knees behind me and gripped both of my ass cheeks.
His soft lips kissed all over them before he spread my cheeks.
“Shit!” I hissed, feeling him swipe his tongue across my asshole before stuffing his tongue inside.
His arms snaked around my waist, holding me in place as he fucked my hole with his tongue.
I arched my back and gripped his head, grinding against it.
His hand slid between my legs and massaged my clit.
It had been well over two weeks since the last time Saint and I had sex.
I had so much built-up tension, it didn’t take long for me to cum.
He replaced his fingers with his mouth and slurped my throbbing clit into his mouth.
His grip on my waist tightened as he feasted on me like he was starving.
A second orgasm ripped through me so hard I nearly lost my balance.
Saint smirked as he stood to his feet. His facial hair was soaked in my juices.
“You gone apologize now?” He asked, gripping my neck.
I shook my head, staring up into his eyes. “You first.”
“Open your mouth.” He demanded, tightening his grip on my neck. I opened my mouth, allowing him to spit into it. I moaned, swallowing his saliva. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, sloppily kissing me.
We took turns cleaning each other before he picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder.
I squealed and giggled, pinching his back. “You better not drop me!”
He chuckled, tossing my wet body onto the bed.
I spread my legs, giving him the perfect view of my freshly waxed pussy.
He licked his lips and climbed onto the bed and between my legs.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, sloppily kissing him.
He reached between us and rubbed his mushroom-shaped tip up and down my clit, coating it in my juices.
I gasped as he pushed his entire length into me.
My walls tightened around him, fitting like a glove.
“Fuck Bless.” He groaned, slowly stroking me.
He pinned my hands to the bed, intertwining our fingers and nuzzling his face into my neck, sucking and biting my damp flesh.
“This shit so fuckin’ wet.” He groaned, stroking me faster.
The sounds of my moans and our skin slapping together filled the bedroom.
He released my hands and slid out of me.
“Why’d you stop!” I whined, staring at his dick, covered in my juices.
He sat up against the headboard and bit down on his bottom lip. “Come here.” I climbed on top of him, placing my thighs on either side of him. I stared into his eyes as I slid down onto his dick.
“Shittt” I hissed once I hit the base of his dick. His hands gripped my waist as he guided me up and down. I stared into his eyes, caressing the sides of his face. “Fuck I missed you so much, baby.” I moaned against his lips.
“I miss you too, baby. I’m so sorry.” He whispered, sliding his hands from my waist to my ass, smacking both cheeks as he pumped into me from below. “I swear to God I won’t ever hurt you again. I need you, Bless baby.”
“Mm, I’m never leaving. I want this shit forever, Saint.” I covered my mouth with his, shoving my tongue inside. My pussy was so wet that a puddle was forming between us. I was seconds away from my orgasm.
He pulled away from the kiss and slid a finger into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, coating it in my saliva. Our eyes stayed locked on each other as he slid the finger from my mouth and slowly pushed it into my ass. I creamed at the feeling.
“Ahh fuck baby!” I moaned as he pounded into me and pumped his finger in the same rhythm.
My eyes rolled back when his mouth latched onto my hardened nipple.
Nothing could stop the orgasm that ripped through me.
Liquid sprayed from me, soaking the sheets beneath us.
Saint didn’t stop; he fucked me right through my orgasm.
“I’m right behind you,” He groaned, holding me in place. I could feel his dick throbbing inside of me. I tightened my walls, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Wait- I’m ovulating!”
“I’m not pulling out. You said forever, right?” He gripped the back of my neck, forcing me to stare into his eyes as he exploded inside of me.
I fell against his chest, breathing heavily. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay like this forever. I knew once we left our bubble, things would be anything but normal.
Saint’s face was nuzzled into my neck as he heavily snored.
The sun had begun to peak through the blinds, but I had yet to fall asleep.
There was too much shit weighing heavily on my mind.
My brain felt like it was throbbing in my skull, and my bladder was so full that my stomach had begun to cramp.
I removed myself from Saint’s arms and made my way into the bathroom.
After using the bathroom, I handled my hygiene and did my skincare routine.
I popped a few Tylenol pills to help with my headache, then threw on an ArmourFit velour set.
Saint was still sleeping once I was finished getting dressed, so I left him alone.
This was probably the most sleep he’s gotten since our “breakup”.
“Good morning.” I greeted Chanel, Dru, and Messiah as I walked into the kitchen.
“Good morning,” Everybody but Messiah responded. He gave me a simple head nod and continued cooking.
Chanel gave me a reassuring smile and nudged me. “You got your man back, huh?”
I sucked my teeth, “He got ME back. I left, not him.”
“You had my dawg walking around sad as hell, listening to Walked Outta Heaven on repeat.” Dru chuckled.
“Well, I bet he won’t lie to me again.” I shrugged and went to the coffee maker to start a pot of coffee.
“I need you to tell me everything. From the first time he put his hands on you til the day he was killed. Everything. Don’t leave shit out, Blessing.”
I sighed and made myself a cup of coffee.
After making sure it was perfect, I sat on the counter.
“Seven didn’t immediately start hitting me.
The abuse was verbal. He’d call me fat, tell me I looked disgusting in certain outfits, and would say everything to try to tear down my confidence.
Things didn’t get physical til he found out I had a male partner in one of my classes.
” I looked up at the ceiling, blinking away tears.
“When he found out, he shoved me so hard that I hit my back on the edge of the dresser in my apartment. He apologized and gave me gifts. Like a dummy, I forgave him.” I continued spilling everything. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
Chanel didn’t even know most of the shit that went on during my relationship.
She didn’t know that Seven trapped me with a baby.
She didn’t know that he beat me when I tried to terminate the pregnancy.
By the time I was finished telling my story, Messiah had me in his arms, comforting me as I sobbed.
I wasn’t crying because I was sad, I was crying because I felt the weight on my shoulders finally lifting.
“I’m sorry, Blessing. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I was supposed to protect you. This shit should’ve never happened.” Messiah said, rubbing the back of my head.
“Where’d you take Symone?” I asked, lifting my head to look at him. When Kam finally pulled up, Messiah forced Symone to leave with us. When we came into the house, Symone stayed in the sprinter.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m putting an end to all this shit.”