“Aaahhhh! Fuuuuckkkk!”
Irregular breathing and weak limbs were what I was left with. Alexis popped her head up with my juices dripping from her chin. I loved how nasty she was. She grabbed my hands and pulled me up into a kiss. Shit like that made me want to stay on top of her.
“I love you too, wife. Let’s get cleaned up and finish celebrating.” Hearing her say that slowed my breathing down. I could relax then.
We got ourselves together in her office bathroom and returned to the section. Max and Farrah were still there gettin’ fucked up. Alcohol entered my body once a year, and since my day wasn’t over yet, I turned up for the one time.
I’m a tiger with the cat
I had that pussy comin’ back-to-back.
Them bitches all in your ear, tryna talk
Tell ’em you don’t wanna hear it.
That pussy throbbin’ when I’m near it…
Sean had Gucci Mane’s “Meeting”booming with Foogiano spitting my favorite verse. Two hours passed since Alexis got me right in her office. I was feeling myself due to the alcohol I was consuming, and my wife was gettin’ one bomb ass dance from my drunk self. I was with family, so I felt content and safe.
“Sis, come with me to the bathroom right quick. Max is ready to go.” I nodded and let Farrah practically drag me behind her.
I didn’t use the bathrooms down there. They were nasty, and too much traffic ran through the area. Farrah ran in, taking the first stall available. I stood there with a queasy stomach and aching heels. I felt like I hit my limit.
Farrah walked out, heading to the sink to wash her hands. The damn bathroom had me ready to throw up. It smelled so bad in there. Bitches were too old to have an odor and shit. Soap and water were all it took.
“I’m sorry, sis. I know it stinks.”
“Do you? ’Cause, bitch, you would’ve used the office bathroom like I’m about to. Let me get you to Max first.”
The club was still packed. Them niggas wasn’t goin’ home ’til Sean got on the mic saying get the fuck out. Alexis had a good turnout anytime her doors opened. Everybody stepped through, whether they were gay or straight, and partied regardless.
When we got back to the section, I saw Alexis was gone. I asked Max where she went, and all his ass could say was “over there”. Like, nigga, what sense did that make?
I searched for her everywhere before I went to her office to check the cameras. I went to turn the knob and was in for a surprise. Alexis’s door was never locked. I dug in my clutch for the key.
What I witnessed when I opened the door sobered me up quick. A couple of hours ago, my wife had her face between my legs, yet I was witnessing a face between hers. She was so into it she never heard me.
I walked over, making sure to slip my ring off in the process. Cheating was the one thing I didn’t tolerate. When I saw who was making my wife lose everything, she had with me, I let out a scoffed laugh.
“You told me not to worry about this bitch. That she was in your past, right?”
Hearing my voice startled her. “Fuck. Journei, wait.”
As hard as Alexis tried to shoo her ex away, Trina wasn’t budging. She had her arms wrapped around my wife’s legs, holding her in place. Trina ignored my presence and continued eating, pissin’ me off by the second. Alexis even closed her eyes for a second to enjoy the pleasure.
I grabbed my wife’s hand, placing my ring on her finger. Our marriage was over. I headed for the door and stopped midstride. I came up out them heels so fast I almost twisted my ankle. I ran back over and dropped as many blows as I could on Trina’s head before Alexis pulled me off. That bitch tried the fuck outta me. I turned around and smacked fire out Alexis when I found my footing.
Grabbing my clutch, I rushed out the office, throwing my key at her head. Fuck that bitch. Nobody deserved to get cheated on. I didn’t care what occurred; if you felt some type of way, just leave. I didn’t let a single tear fall until I was in my car. Bad shit never seemed to be too far behind me I swear.
I drove to my best friend’s. Goin’ home wasn’t an option for me. I wanted nothing else to do with Alexis Tucker. That made the second time love bruised my heart. Love took my mother away from me and then my wife.
My father claimed his anger and violent ways were because he loved my mother so much. Alexis claimed she loved me by making me her wife. I swear if my heart took another blow, it was gonna shatter.
My phone was ringing back-to-back with calls from Alexis. I wasn’t in the mood to hear “I’m sorry” over and over. I wasn’t in the mood to hear shit from my cheating ass wife period. I didn’t hurt the people I loved. I just didn’t do it.
It was after three when I got to Hunz’s. I was in tears and shoeless. My heels were still in Alexis’s office—in the same spot more than likely. I hated waking Belle up knowing she needed the rest, but I needed my friend.
I had a key to my best friend’s place, and vice versa. The alarm was gon’ wake the house, I was sure. Placing the key in the door, I took a deep breath before turning it. Once I opened the door, that loud ass alarm went off. I tried to disable it as fast as I could. Belle ran downstairs with Hunz’s gun in hand.
