“No,” Raz says with a grin. “My dick hasn’t been in her yet. Trust me, if it had, she wouldn’t be here worried about this bullshit.” He points at the rumpled bed. “But she has let me taste that sweet pussy. And might I say, it is delicious.”
A chill runs up my spine when he mentions it. As if he knows what it does to me, he winks and blows me a kiss.
“I can’t believe you,” Jamieson shouts, tossing up his hands. “You let this fucking demon have you?” The way his nose is turned up, you would think I’d rolled around in dog shit.
“He’s not a demon,” I find myself arguing.
J shakes his head. “I can’t believe you.”
“You’ve been fucking my sister since we started dating. Don’t act as if I’ve committed a crime. Letting him eat my coochie as punishment doesn’t really compare.” I avoid mentioning him finger fucking me just now.
J’s face softens. He runs a hand over his head. “You’re right. But now that we’ve both messed up, we can fix this. We can work through this.”
“No,” my sister yells. “You can’t take her back. She…. she cheated. She doesn’t deserve you.... We’re having a baby.”
The way Jamieson’s eyes widen, and he looks over to Rochelle, I can tell this is news to him. Watching my sister damn near hyperventilate over a man that wasn’t hers, a man that’s showing her to her face he didn’t want her, made me feel sorry for her. It also made me think of my mom.
I know that even if by some miracle, Raziel lets me go, and I somehow put this shit behind me and took Jamieson back, Rochelle would never let him go. She would be his secret for the rest of her life. Just like mama.
Well, that stops here. We are breaking the cycle. No more children will grow up in this fucked-up dynamic.
“You know what,” I say, getting both of their attention back. “I can’t do this.”
“Nasiah, baby, let’s talk this out.” J pleads.
I walk out of the bedroom and into the living room. J follows with Rochelle on his heels. Raziel appears out of thin air, his back leaning against the wall by the door.
“Let her go, Jamie,” Ro shouts. “It can just be me, you, and the baby.”
“Siah, please,” J pleads behind me.
I turn to glare at him.
“Please what? You of all people knew how I felt about my parent’s situation. I’ve poured my heart out to you about my trauma, and you go and put me in the same fucking situation.”
He reaches for me, but I step back.
“Don’t forget my warning,” Raziel says casually.
J shakes his head. “What did you expect? Sex is a big part of a relationship.”
“I was fucking you,” I shout. “Even when it was unpleasant. Even when I wasn’t getting any enjoyment out of the act, I rolled over and spread my legs for you every time you asked. If sex with me was that got damn unpleasant, you could have told me.”
I knew I had issues with sex, but I was willing to do anything to make it work with him. I bought gels and jellies and went to see specialists. Hell, my jaws were damn near ready to retire, I put in so much work. He doesn’t get to use sex as an excuse.
“You hurt me, J. I trusted you with my heart and you tossed it away like garbage.” I swipe at the tears running down my face. “Have a good life.”
I turn to walk away.
“Nasiah, please.” Jamieson grabs my arm, turning me back around. One minute he is standing in front of me, the next he is flying across the room. He slams into the wall so hard he makes a huge hole in the drywall. Rochelle screams as she runs over to him. Raziel is now standing in front of me. His shoulders rise and fall with his deep intake.
“I told you not to touch her,” he says.
I watch my sister cradle my fiancé’s head in her lap as she cries over him. Jamieson groans. He’s still alive. I try to muster up some emotion for him. I should care that he’s injured. But all I feel is numb.
“Get me out of here, Razzy,” I plead.
He turns to me, his black eyes taking me in. The dark smoke rises from him.
