Jahrein’s shirt was ripped up and his nose was bleeding but that was to be expected. His nose was sensitive. He was boiling hot as he walked to his Escalade.
“Get your ass in the truck. And don’t go nowhere. Here I come.” he instructed, never looking my way. He reached underneath the driver’s seat and pulled out a .357. Then he disappeared into the crowd. My high had just left. What the hell had I just caused?
Seconds later, gunfire exploded into the night's air. I jumped in the truck so fast that I broke my toe nail. I started up the truck and waited for Jahrein. I was so nervous that I just started crying. Those few seconds felt like a lifetime. Finally, Jahrein came running back to the truck.
“Drive!” he yelled. I wasted no time in speeding down Richmond Avenue. Luckily, he’d parked on the side of the road versus the main parking lot.
“Did you shoot somebody?” my heart raced.
“Naw.” he answered with no emotion.
We drove home in complete silence. I didn’t even want to think about the events that I put in motion.
“You see the shit you just caused?” Jahrein raged the minute we stepped foot inside of our home.
“I didn’t cause shit! You decided to come with the drama. I can dance with whoever I feel like dancing with.” I argued.
Jahrein reached back and slapped the hell out of me. Even though, he was pissed I wasn’t expecting that. He had knocked the fire out of my mouth. “Look at you! You walking around looking like a slut! How disrespectful can you be?!”
“Fuck you!” I screamed as I ran to the kitchen. I went straight for the drawer where I kept my handle bars. I needed an escape from that nigga and fast.
Right when I picked up my match box that held my pills Jahrein came charging at me. He snatched the box out of my hands and looked inside.
“Bitch, is this why your ass has been acting crazy? You a pill head now?”
“Give me my shit!” I screamed, as I tried to snatch the box.
Jahrein pushed me away. “Move. You aint getting shit.” he lashed as he emptied my pills into the sink, and turned on the garbage disposal.
“You bitch ass nigga!” I wailed, as I swung wildly.
“So, you gonna fight me for some damn pills?” he grimaced, as he pinned my hands together.
“Get your hands off of me.” I growled.
He released me. “Where is my wife? Cause this can’t be Raven standing before me.”
“The Raven you knew is gone, bitch.” I spat. It was like I was possessed by the devil. I could see myself but couldn’t stop my behavior. It was as if I was having an outer body experience.
Instead of choking some sense into my ass Jah took me into his arms. “Baby, what’s wrong? Please let me know so that we can fix this.”
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“Shit.” I mumbled as I sat up in bed.
I was sitting there stark naked, right next to Jahrein. He was knocked out, and wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. We'd only fallen asleep three hours earlier. The majority of the time we'd been fucking up a frenzy.
With a little sleep my mind had become clearer. I realized that I'd tripped out at the club, and had I done things differently all that drama could've been avoided. Usually, that wasn't me, but I'd been on some other shit.
Watching my husband sleep, I felt a little guilty. Although, he worked my last damn nerve I knew that he loved me. I just needed to get my mind right. I was feeling like I really needed to talk more, and not keep everything bottled up. I was lashing out, almost purposely hurting him. That wasn't healthy for anybody.
Leaning over I placed a soft kiss on his cheek. He hated when people said it, but Jahrein was borderline pretty. I mean, his brown caramel complexion was smooth, and he had that soft curly hair. My clit thumped just from the look of him.
Deciding to give into my desires I straddled him. Slowly, he awakened, while his eyes tried to focus. “What chu doing?”
His morning hard-on was ready for me, as I lifted my ass and slid down on his dick.
“Shit.” he groaned as he gripped my ass.
