Still out of my body from the shots of whiskey I threw back, I tried to push her off, but Amina just thought the head was just that good. I mean it was, but even drunk off my ass, I knew that shit was wrong as fuck. My hand clenched her braids and pulled her head away from me.
“Bitch, get the fuck off me!” I snapped, damn near slinging her across the king-sized bed.
“Ahkeem, what the fuck?!”
“Nah, bitch! What the fuck you on?! I’m fucking married!”
“Clearly not happily married! You’re in a fucking hotel room, drinking your sorrows away at the bar!” She hopped out of the bed and stormed her way toward me.
I mushed the fuck out of her face. She needed to back the fuck up. Her shoving my dick down her throat was enough to get us knocked off by my crazy-ass wife. I needed six feet between us at all times before we both ended up six feet under.
“Amina, you don’t know shit about what me and my wife got going on. Son, get the fuck out my room and take that whack-ass pussy with you.”
Her eyes widened, clearly offended. “Fuck you, Ahkeem!”
“You tried, you thirsty-ass, ditzy bitch. Fuck out my face before I gotta tell Diamond I choked her sister out.”
She grabbed up her shit and stormed out the room, slamming the door behind her. This bitch was nutty as fuck if she thought her head was good enough to have me cheat on my fucking wife. I went to the bathroom and washed my dick off. Amina was on some other shit for real.
From my room, I heard some commotion popping off in the hallway. I knew that fucking voice all too well. I rushed out my room, and at the end of the hall, I saw my wife on top of Amina, beating her ass. I didn’t know what exchange of wordsthe two managed to have, but whatever it was had Jazzlyn caving Amina’s fucking face in.
“You bum-ass bitch! You fucking knew we were married, and you still fucked him! Bitch, I should fucking kill you!” my wife snarled. I sprinted to the end of the hall and snatched her off Amina. She managed to send one last kick to the side of Amina’s head as I pulled her toward the elevator. Soon as I set her down, she cocked her fist back and busted me right in my fucking lip. Priest always told me he taught her how to fight ‘cause girls always thought she was pussy due to how girly and spoiled she was. Jazzy had a mean-ass punch, and I felt that shit.
“Lovey, please. It ain’t even like that. We don’t got to do this shit here,” I attempted to explain, but my baby was so hot, she wasn’t hearing none of it.
“Oh, nowyouwanna have a conversation? We’re done, Ahkeem. Go be with that bitch.” She slid her ring and wedding band off and tossed them at my feet. “You’re dead to me.”
I collected the rings from the floor and put them in my pocket. I attempted to go after her, but she stopped me. I knew my wife well enough to know that she absolutely would bust a cap in my ass in fucking public and not give a fuck about it. I couldn’t allow her to incriminate herself more than she already had.
I narrowed my eyes to my left where Amina was holding tissue to her bleeding nose while crying. A few hotel staff members were surrounding her, trying their best to help her. I pushed past them and stood over Amina. “What the fuck did you tell her? You told her we fucked or some shit?”
“I didn’t tell her shit! That crazy bitch attacked me!”
“For the shit you just pulled, you fucking deserved it. Press charges on her, and I swear to fucking God, Amina, you gone have way more shit to worry about than a busted nose and lip,” I threatened her with a menacing scowl. I pushed past them andwent into my suite. I packed up my shit, grabbed my car keys, and left.
Once I got into my car, I knew there were only two places Jazzlyn could be heading to: our penthouse or Priest’s house. As if I summoned him, my phone rang with a call from him.
“Nigga, do you understand that it’s nothing to knock you the fuck off and we act like you never fucking existed?” His tone was chilling and also promising. He was deadass. He never played about Jazzlyn. I knew if he was calling, it was only a matter of fucking time before J’Ru and Kaymen were on my ass as well.
“PJ, I didn’t fucking cheat on her.”
“Nigga, you think I’m fucking stupid? She called me crying saying your ex rolled out of your room at the Ritz. Fuck was y’all doing, Ahkeem? Talking about the fucking weather?” he scoffed, unconvinced.
“Priest, I’m not fucking bullshitting you. I ain’t fuck that bitch, son. I put that on Saphir. I got drunk, and the bitch tried to top me off while I was knocked out. Soon as I woke up, I pushed the bitch off me. I’m fucked up about what Jazzy did, but I would never pull no cheating shit on yo sister.”
“Fix this shit ‘fore I break my foot off in yo ass! I fuck with you, but ain’t no nigga gone play in my sister face and get away with that shit!” he barked at me.
“Where she at right now?”
“Figure it the fuck out, nigga. You fucked up.” He banged his line on me.
I didn’t know why I thought that nigga would be some help. In his eyes, I was guilty until proven innocent.
I took the interstate to our penthouse. I barely had time to throw the gear into Park before hopping out and rushing to our private elevator. I saw her car in the parking lot, so I knew she was upstairs. Once the doors parted, I hustled through the penthouse to the bedroom where Jazzlyn was tossing her shitinto suitcases. She already had two suitcases packed, but with the number of pieces she had, she hadn’t even made a dent.
“Lovey, please…”
I caught her attention, and she stopped yanking her clothes off the hangers. “Oh, you must really think I’m fucking playing.” She pushed past me and went to the bed where she had tossed her purse. She retracted her gun from it, cocked it back, and aimed it at me. “Get the fuck out of my face, Ahkeem! I don’t want to see you, hear you, or talk to you!
