Journei unlocked her legs and held on to the sheet. I used that opportunity to swiftly detach from her. I didn’t wait for her to fuss about my actions or persuade me into continuing. I went straight for the shower, not givin’ the water time to adjust to the set temperature.
I stood there while the last thirty minutes played back in my head. We should’ve never gotten that far. Better yet, it should’ve never happened.
The shower door slid back, and Journei stepped inside. Distance seemed to be a nonfactor for her. She went to touch me, and I moved out of her reach. I wasn’t myself when she was around as is. Letting her skin connect with mine drained any willpower I had by the second.
“Christian, this is more than an attraction, and you know it. My reaction to you is somethin’ I still don’t understand, but why do I feel like everything in me is crying for you?”
When I faced her, tears were streaming. I could see the internal battle etched on her face. I couldn’t answer her question, ’cause I had yet to find the solution. I’d been asking myself that question from the day we were formally introduced.
Journei’s beauty was in a lane of its own. I stared at her as we stood bare in the shower together. What she wanted and needed in life, I could provide. I saw a woman who gave more than she got and endured more pain than any person was supposed to. However, she was already the wife to someone else.
“I—”
One word. She allowed me to get off one word before her lips cut off what I had to say. She pressed her body into mine, taking back her authority. My hands went to her backside, scooping her up in my arms.
The minute she felt the cold tile against her back, those soft legs locked around my waist, securing me in place. She slid down on my shaft, and I was her puppet. Whatever string she pulled from there on out was on her.
Alexis
Journei was my wife, no matter what she said or did. I wasn’t givin’ her ass no damn divorce either. That muthafucka was gon’ be tied to me until my brotha read my eulogy. She might’ve viewed me as a perfect being, but I had been, and still was, a flawed woman, hence my fuckup with Trina.
When Journei caught us, the only thing I felt was fear. I feared losing my wife to a bitch that couldn’t keep me when she had me.
We never thought about the consequences while committing our wrongdoings. We’d get too wrapped up in the pleasure to focus on anything else. That was why we had to be cautious on who we entertained ’cause they could be an enemy. Trina was all of that.
The only reason Trina was there when my wife pulled up was because she brought me home. I was feeding the bitch as a thank you. After that shit went down in the office, I put every bottle I came across to my lips. I knew Journei was gon’ dip out on me, and I didn’t want to think about it.
She asked for a divorce and left me. Like really left me. I hadn’t seen or heard from my wife in weeks. I couldn’t kiss on her vitiligo every morning or smell that perfume that hadseeped into her skin. Her bushy, curly hair that carried a natural vanilla scent wasn’t lingering on the sheets anymore. I missed my fuckin’ wife.
I was goin’ by the lounge to see if I could find her there. The only person that would talk to me was Hunz, and Journei wasn’t fuckin’ with his ass either. Belle Air was a married woman, so gettin’ conversation from her during this bullshit with my wife was nonexistent. She didn’t have a gang of people to run to, so I was left in the dark and concerned.
When I met Journei, she had so many walls up that whenever one was knocked down, I was hit with an even thicker one. Her dad did damage and tossed her to the world for someone else to fix. I took on that job, not minding how much overtime I had to put in to mend her. My fuckup more than likely undid everything.
My phone vibrated as I headed to the car. It was a text from an unknown number that I didn’t bother reading. Whoever it was took the time to find my number ’cause only a select few had it. I wasn’t a woman that was out there like that, despite how the situation made me look.
I hopped in my white Porsche 911 with my destination being Ties & Tips. On the way to the lounge, another text came through from that same number.Pressed much!I tapped on the dashboard for the text to be read through the speakers.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Alexis. Can I please see you? I don’t give a fuck about your wife, so don’t mention the bitch. We?—”
I cut the reading short, shaking my head. I knew exactly who that was. I grabbed my phone from the cup holder when I came to a red light and blocked Trina. She wasn’t allowed that type of access to me, and she knew it. Catching me in a drunken state with confusing thoughts about my wife and a man granted her a taste of me again.
My wife was disgusted by men. Her virginity was taken by my strap, and she’d been sittin’ on my dick ever since. The moment Journei made eye contact with Hunz’s friend, I felt threatened. To see the attraction and actually feel her body distance itself from me had me… scared.
He was fine as hell for one. Two, he was able to have my very gay wife ready to buss it open for him. I could smell her feminine fumes within seconds of their introduction. Sad thing about it was her eyes held more sparkle for him than they did for me. That put me right in my feelings.
As I pulled into the parking lot of Ties & Tips, I spotted the Wraith, I gifted her for her birthday. I was praying she gave us time to talk. Marriages weren’t easy, and I wasn’t saying she should accept my infidelity either. It was just we had so much invested that throwing it away might not be the best choice.
I parked in front of the building behind her. Nervousness was setting in for the first time in a long time. I walked in on her handling her business. That pep talk I gave her was paying off. She wasn’t aware of my presence until I wrapped my arms around her waist. I placed my face in the crook of her neck and applied a few kisses.
“Can we talk for a minute?” I asked.
She was hesitant but nodded. I followed her to her office in the back. It was fully furnished and held everything she needed. Taking a seat on the sofa, she offered the seat next to her, which I took.
“What you wanna talk about, Alexis?”
“You know what. First off, I’m sorry for what I did. You didn’t deserve that. Secondly, that situation at the house wasn’t what you thought. Nothin’ happened between us after the club. She brought me home, and I cooked her athank youmeal. Everything I did was wrong, and that’s on me, not you. I knowit’s gon’ take a minute for you to forgive and maybe even trust me, but don’t give up on us,” I expressed.
Journei stared at me, not responding. I looked away a couple times. Her gaze was lowkey scaring me until I saw tears race down her face. I never wanted to be the reason she cried.
