Page 32 of Kisses Behind the Spotlight

Answering for Q, I stood up, my anxiety heightened. Q was more than a client. His Uncle Vincent took me under his wing when he was a jit. Q and Quincy felt more like brothers or cousins. I moved away from the living room and got comfortable at the dining room table so I’d be farther away from Khaleesi’s room door while I spoke with him.

“Aye, where the fuck you at?” I questioned him.

“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going off the grid, so I won’t be needing y’all services until further notice.”

“Understood. But your family is worried about you, Q,” I explained. “You need to be around family now more than ever while you work through this situation.”

“Q! Please help me! Xain has locked us in my apartment!” Khaleesi shouted, rushing over to fight me for my phone.

“She can hear me?”

“Yeah, I can hear you. You’re on speaker!” Khaleesi confirmed.

“Aye, all of y’all some lying ass hoes! I know you and Amill were privy to whatever Jameera had going on.”

“Huh?” Khaleesi said, perplexed.

“I hope the girl code was worth our relationship,” Q spat, and hung up the phone.

Khaleesi looked up at me for answers.

“They said Jameera is cheating, but I don’t know,” I shrugged.

Khaleesi plopped down on the couch with my phone in hand, clicking around. Tech was calling me back, and Khaleesi swiped his call away faster than a toddler watching YouTube on their mama’s phone. Her fingers didn’t stop moving until the diss song was playing from my phone’s speakers.

“This is too much. I’m about to take a long scalding shower and probably go back to sleep,” Khaleesi passed me the phone back and massaged her temples. “I’m about to lose my fucking job because this nigga thinks I knew his woman was out here fucking. I had no idea what Jameera was up to.”

“This is the problem with society. Everybody is so quick to believe the first thing that pops up on their phone screen.” I shook my head, knowing I sounded just like my granny. “There is a world where Jameera didn’t cheat. Look how bad shit looked between us in that hotel. And I wouldn’t fuck you with a crackhead nigga’s dick.”

“Xain, please. You know I could see how many times you watched my stories after we first met, right?”

“Mannnn! That wasn’t me! I swear to god that was Vincent! His thirsty ass was looking for any crumb of Anila after she blocked him, so he would use me and Duke’s phone,” I argued.

“I could see Vincent doing everything you said, and then some. I’ll give you that. But that’s beside the point,” I sputtered. “If I wanted to rub this pussy across your tongue, I could. I have the type of pussy that would have you wrapped around my pinky finger, eating me from the roota to the toota. Luckily for you, I’d never take it there because we are co-workers, and that’s bad for business. Go play in traffic before you play with me.”

My ears heard everything she said, but my brain and my dick were focused on Khaleesi rubbing her pussy across my tongue. She was right. My erection hidden beneath the dining room table was physical confirmation. Khaleesi talked that shit with so much conviction that I knew it was all facts, no cap.

Khaleesi stood from the table and sashayed back towards the bedroom she came out of. My eyes were glued to her slim waist, wide hips, and fat ass. The sight was hypnotizing, and I was thankful that she didn’t have eyes in the back of her head to catch me damn near drooling. Khaleesi disappeared into the hallway, and I finally relaxed, thinking of some of the most unpleasant shit to get my dick to go down.

Then visions of Khaleesi in the scalding shower, soap suds running down her ample breasts flooded my mind. I had to get the fuck on.

Standing from the table, I headed for the front door. When I swung the door open, a light-skinned nigga, an inch or two shorter than my 6’1” frame, stood at the door with a box of pizza in one hand and a basketball tucked in his other arm.

“Who the fuck are you?” I pried.

I prayed this wasn’t her nigga, and above all else, I hoped he couldn’t sense the jealousy seeping from my pores. Either way, I couldn’t say what my next move would be if he claimed Khaleesi. My fists were already balled, and I desperately needed an answer.

“Nah, nigga. Who the fuck are you? And where is my sister?” He quizzed.

“Oh my bad. She’s in the shower.” I stepped aside, granting him entry. “You’re her brother, Noah. I remember you coming out to one of Q’s concerts during his first tour. You weren’t this damn tall back then. You hoopin’ now?”

I attempted to make small talk, but he didn’t reply. Noah made a beeline to Khaleesi’s bedroom, tossing the pizza on the dining room table on his way. I went back into the kitchen to wash my hands and grab one of the Gatorades I brought over.

“Aye man, where the fuck is my sister?” Noah questioned from the doorway of his sister’s room. “Ion hear no shower running in her bathroom.”

“She’s in the other bedroom.”

“Why she in there?”