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I tried calling my husband back, but he still wouldn’t answer for me; he did turn his phone back on, though. I took my iPad off the dresser and signed into Where’s My Phone? I typed in Sincere’s apple ID and password and waited for it to tell me where he was. It gave me the address to his location, and I planned on making a pop up on his ass. Sometimes in life, you had to go through the extreme if you wanted your marriage to work. This time, I was in the wrong, so I was going to do whatever I had to do to bring my man home with me.
I walked into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and gargled with some Listerine. Next, I unwrapped my hair and let it hang down. I parted it down the middle and applied a tad bit of makeup, and then glossed my lips with my Mac lip-gloss. I walked back inside my bedroom, and changed into a pair of white Robin skinny jeans and a white BCBG silk shirt that exposed my entire back. I put on my all white Giuseppe Zanotti pumps and got my white Louboutin clutch, and headed for the door.
The whole ride over, I kept thinking the worst, like what if Sincere tried to kill my ass for popping up on him? So many times I was contemplating on turning around, but I managed to keep going in the direction of the GPS. 45 minutes later, I was pulling up to the Four Seasons hotel. This motha fucka went and got a room when he could have easily slept his ass in one of the guest bedrooms. Can you say fuckin petty? I gave my car to valet and then headed inside of the luxurious hotel. When I walked in, there was no one inside except for the one young receptionist sitting at the front desk.
“Hi I’m here to see my husband, Sincere O’Neal. Could you tell me what room he’s in? It’s a surprise, he doesn’t know I’m coming. He was expecting for me to get here tomorrow,” I lied through clenched teeth.
“Aww that’s so sweet,” the young, dumb blonde receptionist stated. I gave her a small smile as I watched her type something into the computer.
“Okay, Mr. O’Neal is actually in our presidential suite, which is located on the 29th floor. Would you like me to give you a key, or would you just rather knock?” she asked me, smiling.
“I’ll take a key,” I said, trying my best not to sound or look nervous, because I didn’t want her to figure out that I was up to something.
“Okay, no problem.” She stood up and got a key from the back. She scanned it to activate it and handed it back to me.
“There you go, Mrs. O’Neal.”
“Thank you,” I said, smiling and walking off fast as hell before she changed her mind.
This bitch was really fuckin dumb. She didn’t even ask me to show her my ID or anything. How did she know if I was really his wife or not? I could have been a damn murderer, and she let me inside of here with no problem. They must have just hired her ass, because I literally got through to her so easily. I just knew that I was going to have to end up calling Sincere and letting him know that I was here because they wouldn’t let me up, but boy was I wrong. Anyways, I walked over to the elevator and rode it all the way to the 29th floor. I had to walk a long hallway to get inside. When I reached it, I said a long prayer to God that he guided me through whatever it was that would happen as soon as I stepped foot inside his room.
When I walked inside the room, I heard water coming from out of the bathroom. I’m guessing he was in the shower. I had to admit, this room was fuckin nice. It gave a perfect view of Miami’s cityscape. It had full wall windows on both sides of the suite. There was a big king-sized bed in the main room. I was standing in the living room, which held a 60-inch flat screen TV, which was hanging on the wall. The color scheme in here was beautiful. It was shades of crème and red. Sincere and I had stayed here before, but we never stayed in the presidential suite.
I heard the bathroom door open, and for some reason I was fuckin scared. What if he threw my ass out or tried to fuckin choke me again for spying on him? I stayed glued to where I was for a few seconds. Finally, I walked inside of the room and tried to muster up enough courage to try and talk to my husband.
Chapter 26: Sincere
I had just got my ass out of the shower. Last night was a long night. I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning smoking and drinking. That shit my wife had spit to me last night really had a nigga thinking. I knew damn well that Janiya was mine, but the fact that Nae would say some foul shit like that made me wonder if she had ever cheated on me before. I know I might sound like a hypocrite, because there were plenty of times that I use to cheat on Nae, but the shit was different when a female did it. Females would get attached to the nigga and get their feelings involved. When a nigga cheat, he do that shit and keep it moving. I know it don’t make it right that I used to do it to her and I don’t expect her to do it to me, but damn, a nigga was selfish as fuck when it came to my wife. I took pride in knowing that I was the only nigga to slide between her legs, and now I didn’t even know if that was still the case. If Nae had cheated on me, I don’t think that I would be able to look at her ass the same anymore. I guess that’s Karma coming back to bite a nigga in the ass because back then, my niggas would always tell me that Nae was going to get tired of my shit one day and get her another nigga. I swore up and down that she would never do some shit like that, but damn, a nigga didn’t even know what the hell to think anymore.
I wrapped my towel around me and when I turned around, I saw my wife standing there with a blank expression on her face. This was the second time in a row that I could see the look of fear on my wife’s face. No, I didn’t want her to be scared of me, but I also didn’t want her ass to think that it was okay to go around talking to other niggas and saying slick ass comments out her mouth like that to me. I swear it took everything in me last night not to break her fuckin neck.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Brenae?” I asked her, sucking my teeth.
“I came to apologize,” she said, staying in her spot by the door.
“I’m listening,” I said, turning around to go over to my suitcase so that I could find me something to wear.
She walked over to me and sat her purse on the dresser. She tried grabbing my hands, but I quickly snatched them away from her.
“Baby, I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean what I said last night. You and everyone else knows that Niy is yours. I just said it because I was mad. Baby, I’ve never cheated on you and I don’t plan to now. And I also apologize for disrespecting you the way I did last night by talking to someone else. I just did that so I could get your attention,” she said.
I didn’t respond, I just sat there staring at her. I had to admit, I was being a little selfish. Here I was always at work, and I had my wife always waiting at home on me. Niy was in school now, so that left my wife to be alone most of the day. I didn’t want her working, so that left her to be bored most days. Damn, I didn’t even think of it like that until now. I sat dow
n on the bed and shook my head. I had held Nae back from a lot of stuff, because I always wanted to be the breadwinner of the house, and I didn’t want my wife to have to punch no fuckin nine to five. I knew that Nae had dreams on becoming a nurse, but my selfish ass had held her back from going back to school.
It was selfish on my part because while I was working, I expected my wife to be at home. It’s just that over the years, I remember I would watch as my mom would go to work and slave cleaning hotel rooms for a living. I swore up and down that when I grew up and made it big, I wouldn’t want my wife or my mother to have to ever work anymore. This whole time, I thought that I was actually being helpful, while all the while I was just a selfish ass nigga in my wife’s eyes. Honestly, I still didn’t want her to work, but if going to school was something that she wanted to do, then I think I would be willing to compromise with her.
Nae got down on her knees and stared up at me. She was so fuckin beautiful, even though I could look in her eyes and tell that she was stressing. She started kissing and sucking on my abs, and then she made her way to my towel. She gently tugged at it, until she had my hard dick exposed.
“Baby I’m sorry,” she said, stroking me the right way while rubbing my precum over the head, then leaning her head down to kiss the tip.
She positioned her mouth before my dick, which was damn near resting on my stomach, and took all of me into her mouth. Every time she would lick it, my shit would grow bigger and bigger. She continued to do that while gazing up at me with those bedroom eyes. I put one hand on her head, trying to get her to swallow my shit because she kept taunting me by only licking the first few inches.
“Swallow my shit girl,” I groaned, placing both hands on either side of her face, fuckin her face slowly.
“Just like that baby,” I moaned, letting her face go and running my fingers through her long hair. My wife was giving me some nasty ass head, and my toes was curling; she was humming and moaning against my dick, driving a nigga crazy. Putting a strong hold on my dick with her small fingers, she alternated between sucking and jacking me at the same time.
“Fuck girl, stay your ass right there,” I grunted, fuckin her face rapidly and a minute later, I was busting all down her throat. Like the MVP that I trained her to be, she swallowed everything that I delivered her with no problems. I taught Nae how to suck dick when she was 16, and she had been doing the shit perfectly since then.
