“Aye, have you seen Mina?” I asked her girlfriend, Chase, as she walked by.
“Oh, she’s on the balcony, upstairs.”
I could see the lust dancing in her eyes, but I ignored that shit. Paisley was already close enough to getting a nigga murked. I’d be damned if I slid in her homegirl. I would be pushing up daisies.
“A’ight, thanks.” I walked away and headed to the elevator, taking it to the top floor. Once I stepped off, I hung a left and walked down the hall toward the open doors of the balcony. There were only a few people up here, trying to find a room to fuck in. I finally approached the balcony and saw Mina sitting in the chair, pre-roll between her fingers as she blew smoke from her mouth.
She was sexy as shit, and I hated that she wasn’t fucking with me. Even after I paid over a hundred grand to give her the intimate birthday party she desired, it wasn’t so intimate. I leaned against the doorframe as I watched her for a minute, feeling fucked up now that we were in this space.
Her head slowly rolled over to me as she stared at me, then looked back out at the green pastures and night sky. “I want a divorce,” she finally said.
My stomach sank as I shook my head. “No.”
Her head snapped back over to me. “I wasn’t asking.”
“You didn’t have to. We made vows to one another.”
She scoffed and laughed. “What vows? You haven’t honored those fucking vows since you said them fake shits. Let’s call it, Emil. I bought a house in West Bloomfield, not too far from your home, so you can see EJ and Hassan whenever you feel. We’ll split custody however you see fit if you happen to not go to prison. I don’t want anything from you but to be released from this marriage.”
“Mimi . . .” I got vertical and walked over to take a seat next to her.
“Please don’t use that nickname with me anymore. It won’t change my decision. You violated. You fucked Paisley, and you knew she was set to marry my brother. You got that bitch pregnant, so I know this affair has been going on for quite some time. You don’t love me, and I’ve come to terms with that. Just give me the divorce so we won’t have to go through the courts to make it happen.”
“I do love you, Mina, and I’m trying to make it right.”
“You can’t. It’s too late.”
“Baby . . . Please don’t do this.” I dropped down to my knees in front of her as my palms went to her waist. I loved this woman more than I ever cared to admit, and while I was just coming to realize that I was hoping she would forgive a nigga because I didn’t think I could live without her.
“I promise I’m done with the bullshit. Give me a chance to fix what I fucked up. I can’t live without you, and I don’t want our boys growing up without both of their parents in the home. It’llbe different if I go to prison, but as long as I’m out here, I want to be with you and only you and raise my sons.”
“Why now, Emil? Why, after years of bullshit, do you want to make shit right? I waited! I waited for you to love me, gave you time to get this shit out of your system, but you fucking Paisley St. Claire and getting her pregnant is the ultimate betrayal! I hate you, and I’ll never forgive you!” She mushed my head hard as fuck then started wailing on me. I took a few blows from her before grabbing her in a bear hug, allowing her tears of torment to soak my suit jacket.
“I’m sorry, Mimi. I swear to God, I’m sorry. I’m a piece of shit who don’t deserve you, but I promise to make this shit right. I love you, baby. Don’t give up on us.” I could feel my eyes misting as I kissed her neck, her chin, then her lips. She tucked her lips in, refusing to let me kiss her. I pushed the material of her gown up and slid her panties down and off. I pulled her hips to me, then went under her dress, attacking her pussy with purpose and precision.
“Uhhhhn.” She moaned when I sucked on her pussy. “Oh, fuck!”
“Stay with me, Mimi. Please, baby,” I mumbled, flattening my tongue, dragging it up her pussy, then swirling it around her clit before sucking it into my mouth. I couldn’t lose her. It may have taken me a while to fully tap the fuck in, but I was here now, and if I had to beg like James Brown, stand in the rain and sing to her like Ray J, or reenact a scene from a Jodeci video, I’d do all that shit just to keep her in my life.
“Emilll.” She moaned, trying to push my head away. She was cumming, and I was drinking from her good ass fountain. I lifted, undoing my pants, then pushing inside her gushy ass pussy. She gasped, and I took her lips, sliding my tongue in her mouth. She gripped my head, kissing me with aggression and passion while I pumped inside of her.
“Fuck, baby, damn,” I voiced, feeling myself about to nut already.
“Ahhh, I’m going to cum again. Emillll.”
“Give it to me, baby.” I continued to give her long, deep strokes until I felt her pussy pulsating over me, and I released deep inside of her guts.
We stilled for a moment, breathing heavily as our foreheads connected.
“Stay with me, Mimi. Give me one more chance. I know a nigga don’t deserve that shit, and I don’t care what I have to do; I’m going to make it up to you. I promise.” I pecked her lips and wiped her tears with the pad of my thumbs.
She nudged me, and I sat up, still on my knees. She looked me square in the eyes and said, “I hope that bitch was worth losing your family, and I hope that bitch is bleeding a river after losing that baby.”
I kept eye contact with her, reading between the lines. “Amina, why did you do that?”
“The movers will be there on Monday. Thanks for the party.” With that, she stood, snatched her panties from the ground, and began walking away.
“Amina!” I attempted to grab her hand, but she dodged me and continued inside the house. I sat there with a wet, deflated dick, feeling like my world was crashing.
