Sitting my gift on the table, I looked around getting a clear view of where Faheem and Mixie were supposed to be seated. She had throne-like chairs seated on a raised platform in the back of the party room. I could see Mixie, of course she never failed to look a mess. The white dress she was wearing was actually cute if it was your wedding day. On top of her wearing a tiara with a veil attached to it. I don’t know if she wanted people to believe they were getting married, but if she was happy… I was honestly more concerned with the empty seat next to Mixie. If Faheem wasn’t there, it meant he was walking around this room, and that made me nervous. My palms were sweaty, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I needed a second and a drink maybe.
“Uh-uh, Frankee, where is the bathroom?” I anxiously asked.
“Right down that hallway. We have a private restroom area,” Frankee said, pointing across the room.
“Can you keep Dolo company, and I’ll be right back,” I hurriedly said, making my way through the sea of people.
Getting in the empty hallway, I followed it until I made it to the bathrooms that were adjacent to each other. Before I could get inside of the female bathroom, the men's bathroom door swung open, and out came Faheem, wearing an all white suit that had to be tailor made with how well it fit him. I couldn’t tell if he was shining because of all the jewelry he wore or if it was the whiteness of his clothes. Cockily, he smirked at me, licking his lips with his eyes low. I backed up, when he reached out to pull me into him. Hitting the wall, I looked up at Faheem who was looking at me curiously.
“Happy birthday.” I nervously smiled. “I-I-I, uh, got you a gift. I sat it on the gift table,” I babbled on, trying to calm my nerves.
“Thanks.” He dryly chuckled, running his tongue over his lips. “What you on?” he asked as he ran his hands over his chin hairs. I could feel his eyes as he read over me.
“Nothing. I’m fine.” I tried to play off my nervousness, but I couldn’t. Faheem had that kind of effect on me. More so because I knew he knew I was lying. He knew me inside and out. There wasn’t anything I could get past him. I loved that, and at same time, I hated it. Everybody wanted a nigga that could read them until it came to a situation like this.
“Why you change yo mind?” His eyes were directly on me, but I avoided eye contact. I’d end up telling on myself.
“What kind of side-chick would I be if I didn’t show up to support my man with my sister wife?” I sarcastically answered him, briefly holding eye contact with him before breaking it.
“Oh, yeah? I didn’t think my wife was a side-chick,” he calmly responded.
“IFI was somebody's real wife, probably not. Since I’m not, I’m just getting dick from another female’s nigga.” I kissed my teeth, letting my attitude come out in full force.
“Do I treat you like a bitch that’s just gettin’ fucked? Or do I fuck with you just as hard if not fucking harder than my own bitch?” Faheem menacingly spat, stepping forward, pressing his body into mine, smashing me deeper in the wall. “Since you confused, let me help you.”
“Hold on! Wait,” I called out to Faheem who ignored me.
Wiggling, I attempted to break free from Faheem’s grasp on me. With ease, he lifted me off my feet. The skirt of my dress easily raised up because of the split, allowing my legs to wrap around Faheem’s waist. Leaning my back against the wall, Faheem fumbled with his pants before I felt the warmth of his dick rubbing against my pussy. The thinness of my panties made it like they weren’t even there.
“Someone is going to see us,” I said urgently, fighting off the moans. As good as Faheem was feeling right now, the fear of getting caught was in the front of my mind.
“Shut the fuck up,” he grunted coldly.
“Who the fu-” The words of anger melted on my lips when I felt Faheem stretching me with his dick.
I didn’t understand how a man so skinny had a dick as girthy as he did. Half of his weight had to come from his dick. My hand went to press against Faheem’s stomach, I needed some kind of relief. The intensity I was feeling right now was almost too much to bear. Smacking my hand away, he went to work fucking me. When I say he was fucking me, I meant that. His strokes were deep, fast, and uncoordinated. Faheem wasn’t giving me that kind of dick when we made love or when we had sex, he was fucking me. Normally, he took his time. Made sure I came before he did. Right now that wasn’t the case. He was fucking me like he was trying to get his nut and be done with me. There was no love coming from our connection. I won’t lie and say I didn’t like the way he was fucking me because I did. It was different from our normal, the dick was bomb still. His free hand went to my neck, fire danced in his eyes as he looked at me.
“Thisis how I fuck bitches I don’t give a fuck about. They get dick, that’s it. A bitch can’t even cum on my dick.” He grunted, and I felt his warm nut shooting inside of me. After catching his breath Faheem gave me hard eyes as he said. “Ion even handle you remotely like I do other bitches, but since you wanna compare ya self to them, I’ll let you be that for the night.” Faheem looked at me with an icy expression.
Sitting me on the ground, he fixed his pants looking at me. he smirked. “ ‘Precciate the birthday pussy. Good lookin’. A nigga hungrier than a mutha fucka,” he cockily said then headed down the hallway, leaving me disheveled, horny, and mad as fuck. Faheem had the right one. If he thought he did something,he had another thing coming. Storming into the bathroom, I cleaned myself up the best I could. Heading back to the party, everyone was looking for their seats at the various tables. I searched for Dolo and Frankee, whenI saw them heading a couple tables to my left.
“Hey.” I said to Frankee who looked at me cooly.
“I thought you got lost. Dolo was just about to come look for you.” She pressed her lips together knowingly.
“I thought you got stuck in the toilet. Might of needed me to come save you,” Dolo joked. I smiled at him, when I really wanted to roll my eyes at his corny joke.
“I was fine. Just a long line to use the bathroom. I’m here now, no need to worry.”
“Perfect timing, dinner is FINALLY about to be served. I figured this table is safe enough to sit at,” Frankee said, motioning towards the empty table that was closest to the doors of the room putting us at the back of the room. I’m sure Frankee was trying to make sure we sat far enough away from Faheem.
I nodded in agreement, and I went to walk to the other side of the table where Dolo was standing. He pulled out a chair for me to sit in. Before I could take my seat, I heard music to my ears.
“Nah, y’all come sit at the family table up here,” Faheem commanded, looking at me then Frankee. “Whud up?” He nodded at Dolo. I’m assuming he thought he was with Frankee because she was standing on his left side.
“Okay,” I happily replied. Faheem had pissed me off with his stunt earlier. The nerves I felt had melted away in my anger. He’d reminded me I was here to ruin his day like he’d done mine.
Frankee looked at me with wide eyes in shock. “I don’t think we should. I like this table more.”
