Chapter 17
Fatima
“You gone let me ink you up?” Ahmad was behind me kissing on my shoulder. Both of our shirts were off, and I was sitting on his tattoo chair between his legs in my bra and panties.
“When?”
“Right now,” he said, kissing my shoulder this time.
“Right now? I smell like sex,” I laughed.
“And that shit smells good.” He bit down on my shoulder and I closed my eyes.
“What are you going to tattoo?”
“Let me surprise you.”
I glanced over my shoulder at him. “You not going to try and put your name on me, are you?” I was joking but serious at the same time.
“Nah, I wouldn’t do that unless you want me to,” he smirked.
Playfully I rolled my eyes. “No, I don’t.”
“But nah, I got you.” He kissed my shoulder again before shifting his body so he could stand up.
“Let me wipe this chair off then we can get started.” I nodded and stood up.
I watched Ahmad get the stuff to clean the chair, making it shine. My pussy jumped thinking of the beating he had just put on it. Every time I had sex with Ahmad, I felt like I was on a high I didn’t want to come down from. I licked my lips and moved my eyes down to his waist.
He had put his pants back on, but that didn’t stop my thoughts of wanting him between my legs again.
“You over there looking like you trying to get fucked again.” Ahmad laughed, breaking me out of my thoughts.
“Maybe I am.”
“Trust me, I got you tonight.” He winked, causing me to blush.
I walked over to where he was, and he instructed me to lay on my stomach. I closed my eyes. Ahmad was moving around above me. I jumped when I felt something cold touch my skin.
“I’m just cleaning it,” he bent down and whispered before kissing my ear. A chill shot through my body as his warm breath touched my ear.
Once he was finished cleaning the area, I relaxed my body and let him do his thing.
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“This is so cute!” I gushed, looking in the mirror at the tattoo on my shoulder.
Ahmad drew a sunflower with a Scorpio symbol under it for my birthday. The yellow sunflower looked good against my skin tone.
“Why the sunflower?” I asked him.
We had been here for over four hours and I was ready to go shower and get in bed. I had to work in the morning and wasn’t looking forward to it.
“Longevity, happiness, and luck.” Ahmad stepped closer to me. He hugged me from behind and turned me so we were facing the mirror.
“Luck because everyone could use some good fortune in their life.” He kissed the top of my shoulder. “Happiness because you deserve it.” He kissed my cheek.
“And longevity?”
“That one’s more selfish. I’m hoping that’ll happen with you and me.
” Our eyes connected in the mirror. My heart rate began to speed up, my stomach did backflips.
My breath slowed down as Ahmad stared at me lovingly.
He moved his hand up my stomach towards my chest, brushing against it softly until he got to my neck.
He wrapped his hand around my hip, gripping it firmly.
His other hand went around my waist, and he pulled me deeper into him, making sure to watch out for my shoulder.
My mind went blank as my body melted from a simple touch. Leaning on Ahmad’s chest, I could feel his heartbeat. Ahmad’s eyes stayed glued to mine. He gripped the bottom of my face and turned it to face him.
Leaning down, he kissed me slowly but hungrily. Slowly I turned my body to his.
He bent down and grabbed my thighs, lifting me up, and wrapping my legs around his waist. He backed my back against the mirror. Flinching slightly from my shoulder hitting it, I wrapped my arms around his neck.
This kiss felt different than any other time I kissed Ahmad. It was slow and loving. My body was on fire, this fuzzy feeling filled my body, and a calmness took over me. My heart seemed to skip as our kiss deepened.
“I want that too,” I whispered softly against his mouth.
I couldn’t believe I had been robbing myself of feeling this my whole life.
The feeling of being wanted, of someone putting you first, caring about your well-being, and making sure to keep a smile on your face.
Guys have tried to show me they cared for me, but they never made me feel like Ahmad did.
“It’s me and you.” His words assuring, covering me like a warm blanket.
“Me and you.” We kissed again.
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“I’m never on time,” I mumbled, running the gel through my hair to set my curls. I was supposed to be at Ahmad’s house ten minutes ago, and I was still in the process of doing my hair.
Bending my head forward, I scrunched my hair up and stood up to fluff it out. I smiled at my curly fro. I had done light makeup, nothing over the top, with all-natural colors.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
I don’t know why I was so nervous as if Ahmad and I hadn’t been out before. I guess it was the fact that this was our first real date. I walked to my bed to grab my overnight bag and phone when it started ringing.
“Ahmad, I’m on my way!” I answered without looking at the screen.
“Fatima?” I froze.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath before opening them. Pulling the phone from my ear, I looked at my screen, cursing under my breath.
“Yeah?” I said dryly. Walking to my dresser, I grabbed my keys and headed out of my room.
“I didn’t expect you to answer. How are you?”
Rolling my eyes, I debated whether to hang up or not.
“I’m good, Dan.”
He released a frustrated sigh. “Would it kill you to call me ‘dad’?”
“Did it kill you to walk out of my life for almost ten years?”
After locking my door, I walked to my car and got inside.
The last person I wanted to converse with was my pathetic dad. I had been good about dodging his calls, but because I was rushing, I didn’t realize I had answered.
“Look, I know what I did was wrong, and I regret how I handled things, but I want to make that up to you.”
I snorted. “I’m grown now, Dan. I don’t need you.”
“I know that, but I…” he paused for a minute. I heard him talking to someone in the background before returning to the phone. “I want to fix our relationship. You have two brothers that want to get to know you, and I want you to get to know them.”
Smacking my lips, I had to bite the inside of my jaw to keep from going off.
“So, what do you suppose we do, Dan?”
“I want you to come to dinner at my house.”
This time I busted out laughing and yanked my wheel to avoid going into the other lane. “Come to dinner? With you and the woman you cheated and left me and my mom for?”
“Fatima.”
“Dan.”
“Please, I know I don’t deserve this, but I really want to try and salvage our relationship. My wife also wants to get to know you. I just don’t want my only daughter hating me anymore.”
I stopped at the light that had just turned red as I approached it. Tapping my fingers against my steering wheel, I thought about my dad’s proposal. I had only seen my brothers a few times because I refused to be around him and his wife.
Even with him making amends with my mom, I still didn’t want to be bothered with him.
I felt like once my dad left, he should have stayed gone.
Each time he called me or tried to get in contact with me, it just reopened old feelings I didn’t want to keep dealing with.
I was already having a hard time letting Ahmad in, and I didn’t want to be battling my dad.
“Fatima?”
“Text me the details, and I’ll see if I’m free,” I sighed, thinking about my mom’s words.
“Really?” I could tell my dad was smiling now.
“Yes, Dan.”
“I’ll send you the address. How is this Thursday at eight?”
“Okay.”
There was silence.
“Okay, well I’ll see you then. I love you, Fatima.”
“Bye, Dan,” I said, hanging up.
I hope he didn’t expect an I love you back. I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to fully forgive my dad and let him back into my life. I would love to have a relationship with my brothers, but part of me envied them. They grew up with our dad, while he deserted me.
There were days I would cry for my dad, only for my mom not to be able to get in contact with him.
I used to follow my brothers on social media until I saw how much my dad did for them and decided to stop.
They still followed me, even liked my stuff sometimes, but I couldn’t bring myself to interact with them.
I know it wasn’t their fault our dad was shitty, but it was the principle.
I pulled into Ahmad’s driveway but noticed his car wasn’t parked outside. I picked my phone up to call him and saw he had texted me letting me know he’d be right back and the door was open.
I grabbed my bags and got out of the car.
Making my way to the door, my eyebrows knitted together at the girl sitting on the porch on her phone. When I glanced back I noticed a foreign car parked in front of the house.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
I was already annoyed so I hoped this wasn’t some girl Ahmad was dealing with because I wasn’t in the mood for this.
The girl looked me up and down.
“If you’re not Ahmad, then no.” I frowned.
The girl stared at me with a snide smirk on her face.
The more she stared at me, the more pissed off I got.
If Ahmad was messing with the both of us, I was going to flip out.
My heart was about to beat out of my chest thinking of Ahmad dealing with someone else when we had just agreed to be together.
The girl was pretty, though; I’ll give him that.
Her hair was black, parted down the middle running down her back.
I was sure it wasn’t hers. Her eyes were chinky, lips plumped.
The girl’s skin was the color of coffee with light cream, and even though she was sitting down, I could tell she was stacked just by how big her chest was.
Headlights appeared and I watched Ahmad pull into his driveway. He jumped out of the car with an unhappy look on his face.
“What the hell are you doing here?” He asked the girl with nothing but venom dripping from his voice.
I was taken aback by his tone because I had never heard him sound so upset.
The girl stood up and wiped her hands over her jeans. Just as I thought, she was stacked. Her hips were wide and her waist was slim, but you could see a small pudge in her stomach.
“I wanted to talk.” Her voice was shaky.
Ahmad stood next to me as I glared up at him. His face was tight and his eyes were cut into slits.
“We don’t have shit to talk about.”
I looked back and forth between the two, now completely lost. “Ahmad, who is this?”
“I’m Kylie, his fiancée.”