That Look

“Ms. would you like a glass of champagne?”, the friendly stewardess asks as you gaze out the window of the private airplane. You are in complete awe of the life you have been living since you moved in with Philip 6 months ago. It has been an amazing ride. “Yes, thanks”, you answer with a smile. “You comfy Baby Girl?”, Phil asks kissing your left cheek as he sits next to you. “Yeah, I just can’t believe my life right now.” Before you can continue, Bruno boards the plane followed by Jessica. Phil greets B and Jess with a hug. “Hey Nikki!”, B says smiling, walking over to you. “Hey Bruno. How have you been?” You really are curious since you haven’t seen much of him after breaking off the...uh...arrangement you two had. “I’m good and you?”, he asks as those sexy dimples make an appearance. You smile, “I’m doing well. Thanks for asking.” Bruno lingers a minute, like he wants to say something. It’s awkward between you two, there is no doubt about it, and his presence and panty drenching smile is not helping. You look away in hopes he leaves. “Well, it was good to see you Nikki”, he says, smile fading as he walks away. ‘Sigh. You can do this girl’, you say to yourself unconvincingly. “Ladies and gentleman please take your seats as we are ready to depart. Thank you.” You lean your head on Phil’s shoulder as he buckles his seat belt. “Close your eyes baby. When you open them, we’ll be in Cancun.” You kiss his cheek and close your eyes.

You open your eyes to the sound of “Bienvenido a Mexico!”. Bruno and Jess are deplaning as Phil gathers your belongings. You step off the plane and feel the warm sun embrace your skin. “Ahhh! The weather is beautiful here!”, you say happily walking down the stairs hugging Phil’s right arm. You notice Bruno and Jess waiting at a blacked out Yukon. You glance around for another. Phil notices you looking, “We are riding with B and Jess since we are going to the same villas.” ‘Damn it!!!!’, is what you wanna say but instead you reply, “Oh, ok cool”. All four of you pile into the SUV. Phil and Bruno are as excited as 5 year olds on their way to Disney World while you and Jessica are completely silent. You two have developed an unspoken truce as the significant others of best friends. You don’t speak to her and she returns the favor. The ride is rather long and silence eventually envelops the interior of the car. Phil is gazing out the window. Jess is asleep on Bruno’s lap. You are listening to your iPod but glance up when you feel eyes on you. Bruno is giving you ‘that look’. The kind of look you haven’t seen in 6 months. The kind of look that is warming your body and moistening your panties. You smile shyly looking away and snuggle close to Phil.

You finally arrive at the most beautiful villa you’ve ever seen overlooking the bluish green waves of the Gulf of Mexico. Standing next to the SUV, you feel Bruno’s hand lightly brush yours. You glance to your right and see him smile at you as he walks over to get his and Jessica’s luggage. ‘Stay away from him this week Nicole’, you warn yourself. “Come on Baby Girl! This one is ours!”, Phil says pointing to the elegant Hacienda styled villa to the left. “Yo, let’s meet up for dinner later, a’ight?”, Bruno yells to Phil. “A’ight, cool man”, Phil yells back. “So not cool”, you mumble under your breath. “Huh?”, Phil asks. “Oh, I said that sounds cool”, you lie. You turn and notice Bruno watching you and Phil walk away. You grab Phil’s waist and snuggle close to him as you two walk to your home for the next week. You walk into the al fresco foyer and just gawk at the gorgeous villa decor. You wander around checking out the villa. You can see the gulf from nearly every room in the house. You stand on the balcony in the bedroom overlooking the gulf, close your eyes and take in the sun. It’s not long before you feel Phil’s arms rubbing yours as his lips kiss the back of your neck. He murmurs, “Are you happy?”. “Yes. Very”, you admit. He rubs your hips then moves down to your thighs. You smirk. Turning to face him you plant a huge kiss on those perfect lips. You help him out of his clothes as he undresses you. He lifts you on to that python and leans you against the wall. The warmth from the bricks feels so good on your skin. He thrusts slowly, teasing that quiver in your love. Your days of straight ‘fucking’ have been few over the past few months. You kind of miss it but the love you make creates ribbons in the sky and earthquake like orgasms. You suck his left earlobe while he nibbles on your neck. You feel that quiver graduate to a tremor worthy of a richter scale rating. “Ah”, you sigh as you feel him tighten up causing your walls to move. “Ugh”, he moans gripping your hips tighter. His thrusts go deep and you feel them hit the back of your walls. You scream out in ecstasy as you come all over him. Phil’s hands caress your lower back and release his seed into your garden. Laying your head on his chest you whisper, “I love you”. 

Walking to the restaurant for dinner, you give yourself a little pep talk. ‘Stay away from him tonight.’ “What up? What up?!!!”, Bruno greets you and Phil as you walk to the table on the deck. You can smell the ocean air mixing with the authentic Mexican cuisine and the aroma is intoxicating. “Hey everybody!”, Phil replies while you shyly smile. The dinner conversation is light and fun. You are truly having a good time. You feel so good, you even speak to Jessica. “Jess, I have to admit, that color really complements your skin tone”, the entire table falls silent. Bruno and Phil look from you to Jess as she just stares in wonderment. Phil breaks the silence. “I propose a toast. To love, life and happiness. Salude.” “Salude”, everyone responds lifting their glasses. You take a sip of your wine and feel something brush against your leg. It’s coming from across the table. You look up and see Bruno giving you ‘that look’. You leave your legs crossed for a moment. It may have just been an accident. You feel it again. Bruno is lightly stroking your right calf. You smile and uncross your legs, sliding them under your seat. “You know I’d really like to go horseback riding on the beach in the morning Booskie”, Jess says smiling at Bruno. “Cool! That sounds like fun! Y’all down?” Phil looks at you and you smile and nod excitedly. “Nah! No way. A black man don’t belong on a horse”, he jokes. “Come on baby, it’ll be fun!”, you say giving him a little squeeze. “Ughhhh. Ok.” 

It’s barely sunrise and you, Phil, Bruno and Jessica are at the stables picking out your horses with the instructor. “This is not going to end well”, Phil complains mounting his horse. Jessica is already on her horse and helps Phil out to the beach. You are petting the most elegant mocha colored steed you have ever seen when Bruno walks up behind you. “They are beautiful creatures aren’t they?”, he whispers rubbing your arms.  Startled you turn around. You try to move but your body won’t obey. Bruno stares into your eyes. “I love the new cut! It’s really cute”, he says brushing a piece of hair from your eyes. His hand lightly grazes your cheek and your body trembles. He notices and smiles. The instructor walks in and stops, seeing the two of you. “Lo siento”, he apologizes. “No, no, it’s fine”, you reassure him. “I’d like to ride this one.” You mount your horse and head out to the beach. The ride across the beach at sunrise is heavenly. It’s one of the most awe inspiring scenes you’ve witnessed. The four of you ride for a few miles up the coastline and return. You can tell Phil is NOT enjoying the ride but is trying his best not to complain. Back at the stable, he dismounts. “Wooo! Ok, that was...something. Baby Girl I’m heading back to sit in a tub full of ice. I’ll see you in a bit.” You laugh, “Ok baby. Are you gonna be ok?” He nods as he walks away gingerly. “Well, I’m heading back to take a shower. You wanna join me Booskie?”, Jess asks snuggling up to B giving you the side eye. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec”, Bruno replies. Jess heads out toward the villa. You grab a brush to thank your ride by giving him a rewarding rub and brush massage. You begin to brush the horse but are interrupted. “That was a pretty awesome ride, huh?”, Bruno says cornering you. “Uh, yeah it was pretty fun. Excuse me”, you say quietly looking down. You try to go around him but he grabs your right arm. Pulling you back in front of him, he states, “Wait. Nikki, we haven’t...talked in a long time. Why don’t we catch up?” He pushes you back into a corner. His hands caress your face setting your body A BLAZE. He searches your eyes, expecting you to resist but you don’t. He smiles, flashing those dimples and lowers his lips to meet yours. You are panting and your body temperature has risen at least 5 degrees. You close your eyes as his lips graze yours and you hear, “Booskie?”. Bruno backs up. You snap out of your trance. You and B are hidden in the stall so Jessica is unable to see you. Bruno emerges to meet Jess. “Hey! I was just...feeding the horse. You know just saying thank you.” “Oh,”, she responds looking around suspiciously. “Well, let’s go.” They leave and you walk out of the stall. “So much for staying away from him”, you sigh.

It’s late, the moon is full and you wanna walk along the beach but Phil is STILL sore from this mornings ride. “Sorry baby. I’m turning in early.” You pout but it doesn’t change his mind. Kissing you gently on your head then your lips he says, “Good night, Baby Girl” and walks upstairs to bed. You plop on the couch and stare out at the moon drenching the gulf in its light. “Fuck it. I’ll walk by myself”, you say out loud to yourself. You step off the deck and your feet are immediately cooled by the sand. You stroll down to the water and let the waves tickle your toes as you walk along the wet sand. Your thoughts drift to Phil and you find yourself writing his name in the sand surrounded by a heart. You are so engrossed in your thoughts, you don’t realize that you are being watched. “Fancy meeting you here”, Bruno says barging into your thoughts. “Oh, hey”, you say feeling a little foolish, staring at your teenie bopper markings in the sand. “That’s cute”, he smiles. “Thanks. Um, so where’s Jess?” “Well, she drink some of the water and, well...let’s just say, she’s in for the night.” You try to stifle your laugh. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and glances up at you. He’s giving you ‘that look’. ‘That look’ that makes your desire quiver. You start to walk away from him and he follows. “Wait up! I’ll walk with you.” “Nah, that’s ok. I kinda just wanna be alone.” Catching up to you, he places his hands on your waist and pulls you close. You look into his eyes. ‘That look’ is causing all sorts of wetness to moisten your thighs. He places his hands on either side of your face and kisses you gently. You melt which would explain the wetness running down your legs. His hands move to your waist, your lower back and ultimately caress your ass. You are so close to him, you feel that carrot grow. He begins to kiss your neck and run his hands up your dress, caressing your thighs as he removes your panties. You unzip his shorts and release that carrot. Kissing you more aggressively, he lays you on the sand placing his body on top of yours. Staring into those deep, hypnotizing pools of perfection you surrender your body to him once again. That carrot enters your warm desire and your body quakes. With each thrust you gasp and grip his back, pushing your wetness further onto his hardness. He whispers, “I missed you,” as his hardness hits your walls. You can’t speak, the pleasure is overwhelming. You missed him more than you thought but you dare not tell him. He runs his hands through your hair and gently caresses your head. Staring deep into your eyes, he thrusts deeper into your desire. Your walls tremble with every hit. You feel yourself coming. Bruno is moaning. You smile. Those sexy moans means he’s about to come as well. You feel him tremble and quicken his pace as you arch your back in preparation for a mountaintop experience. His hands embrace your back and grind deep releasing your orgasm. You groan, “Bruno!!!!!!!!!”. Moaning, he lays his head on your breasts and explodes deep inside of you. You both lay in each others arms as his warmth runs down your thighs. A few minutes past before either of you can speak. “I tried to leave you alone. I tried not to miss you but…”. You cut him off, “I still love Phil. This doesn’t change that.” “I know”, he rolls over and hovers above you, holding you in his right arm. “But, it felt amazing”, he smiles kissing your forehead. You smirk and caress that curly quaff. “Yes, it did.”

You quietly creep up the stairs of the villa. You peep in the bedroom to find Phil fast asleep. You slide into the shower and smile as you wash away the memories of your secret tete-a-tete with Bruno. After drying off, you slip into Phil’s tee shirt and slide into bed. Phil rolls over and wraps his right arm tightly around you. “Mmmmm. Did you enjoy your walk Baby?” A grin steals across your lips as you remember the warmth from Bruno’s arms around you while his carrot satisfied your desire. You turn and give Phil’s lips a quick kiss. “Yes, I did baby. I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would”.

In The End

‘You can’t be fucking serious. Did he really just propose?’, you think as you see tears swelling in his eyes. You have no idea what to say. ‘I can’t hurt him but I can’t lie either’. You look down and sigh. ‘I’m STILL married and honestly don’t know what I want right now!’ A few seconds pass. You can almost feel the disappointment emanating from his body with each passing moment you don’t answer. You love him too much. You can’t hurt him. “Yes”, you say in barely a whisper. “What did you say?”, he asks beginning to smile. “Yes, baby”, you lift your head and force a smile. “I said yes”. Phil grabs you. Spinning you around, he hugs you tight. “I love you…”, you hear him say staring into your eyes but it seems his voice is fading. “Nikki?”, he repeats staring at you concerned. You are confused until suddenly you realize...you are dreaming. You open your eyes. You are on the floor of Phil’s kitchen, in his arms, as he is yelling for someone to call 911. Your eyes focus and you can see Bruno pacing the floor to your right, glancing at you every chance he gets. You try to speak, “Philip”. You can barely hear yourself. You begin to sit up. “Philip”, you say again. This time he hears you. “Nikki?! Thank God! Are you ok Baby Girl?” You really can’t answer that. The last thing you remember is leaving the closet after your rendezvous with B. Everything else is a blur. “What happened?”, you ask, half afraid of the answer as you watch Bruno’s eyes grow wide. “Well, I’m not sure”, Phil admits looking up as Bruno rushes to his side. “I was trying to calm her down, after her fight with Jess”, Bruno states. “You said something about feeling dizzy, then down you went”, Bruno explains looking concerned but nervous. You are pretty sure he’s lying but obviously won’t get the truth until later. You begin to stand. Your head is spinning but there is a pleasant throbbing between your legs. You can’t help but smile. Phil picks you up, “Party’s over. I’m taking you up to bed”. You protest, “Put me down Philip! I can walk. I’m fine”. He ignores you and carries you upstairs. Initially, you try to resist but ultimately you surrender. Laying you on the bed, he kisses your forehead, “Stay here. I’m going to say goodnight to the guests and I’ll be right back. Ok?” Bruno walks in to check on you. “Phil is she ok?”, he asks. “Yeah...I think. Can you just stay here with her until I get back?” “Of course!”, B answers walking over to sit on the bed. Phil hurries out of the room. Bruno looks at you with loving concern, brushes the hair from your face and smiles. “Girl, you scared the HELL outta me! Are you ok?” You smile back stroking his face. “Yeah, I’m ok. Gotta killer headache though. Probably a bad decision to drink while I still have this concussion”. B nods. “Bruno, what REALLY happened? I remember...uh...being in the closet with you then the next thing I know I’m on the floor looking up at Phil”. He smiles, “Ha! Yeah...uh, things got pretty hot and heavy in there. I think you may have gotten overheated or something. We came out and you said you felt dizzy. So, I was helping you to a chair and you just collapsed”. “Hmmm. Ok. Probably just dehydrated I guess”, you reply. Bruno smiles and nods. “I remember something else Bruno.” You lower your head but look up at him. “Did you tell me that you loved me?” Bruno’s smile disappears as he looks down. His actions betray him. “Why would you say that?”, you ask curious about his answer. He’s silent for minute, as if he’s trying to figure it out himself. He looks up at you with those beautiful brown eyes. As he moves in close, his hands caress your face and he kisses you ever so gently on your lips. Your body trembles and that throbbing between your thighs has returned. Looking directly in your eyes, he replies, “Because I do.” You are wide-eyed as you hear Phil’s footsteps coming up the stairs. Bruno stands at the side of the bed just as Phil runs in outta breath. “You ok Baby Girl?”, he asks. You are still in shock after Bruno’s confession. “Uh, I think so.”

The sun is hitting your caramel skin as you lay out on the beach. Phil is dozing off in the sun but periodically wakes up to check on you. “I’m FINE Philip! Close your eyes and relax...geez!” Laying back on your chair, you decide to take your own advice. You put in your ear buds and listen to Sade’s voice serenade your soul as you close your eyes and take in the warmth from the sun. Your peace is short lived as you feel shade interrupt your date with the sun. You open your eyes. It’s Bruno...and Jessica. You tap Phil, who is already lightly snoring much to your surprise. You manage a half smile for Bruno but don’t bother even batting an eyelash in Jess’s direction. “Hey, bruah!”, Phil says getting up to hug B. “Why don't you join us?” Bruno quickly glances at Jess and then to you. Phil lowers his head and smiles understandingly. Smirking Bruno replies, “I wish we could but we’ve been here awhile. Just stopped over on our way to grab a bite for lunch. Nikki, how are you feeling?” “Fine”, you answer straight and to the point. ‘Why the hell is he with her?’, you wonder. “You still coming by tonight, right?”, Phil asks. Your eyes narrow. “Of course man!”, Bruno responds. Jessica sighs heavily. You glance at her sucking your teeth. Bruno takes the hint and says, “Well, I guess I’ll see y’all later”. As they leave, Bruno turns and smiles at you. ‘Fuck him’, you think as you turn your head and try to return to your state of relaxation. “Phil, why is Bruno coming over tonight?”, you ask knowing that your will power hasn’t been the greatest lately. “Oh, he’s just helping me with some music. I promise we won’t be in your way”, he smiles rubbing your thigh. His hand on your inner thigh sends a tremor through your body. He senses it and smiles at you. You can’t help but blush as warm wetness pools between your legs. You cross your legs, hoping to cool the smoldering fire in your love but Phil leans in for a kiss. Your lips touch gently and his tongue searches for yours, fanning that fire down below. You uncross your legs as his hands move between them. His finger lightly grazes your clit and you moan. He smiles, caresses your face and whispers, “Let’s go home”. You jump up and head to the car.

Your hands are ALL OVER Phil on the car ride home. Your hands are rubbing his chest, his arms and caressing your python. That python is hard as a rock and is screaming for attention. You decide to give it exactly what it needs. Leaning over in your seat you unzip Phil’s shorts. “Whoa...what…”, he starts to say until your lips encase that python. “Ah...shit! Nikki, you gon make me crash this car Baby Girl...fuck!”, he states gripping the steering wheel with both hands, trying to focus on the road. There is something about the danger of the whole situation that turns you on, so, you continue alternating between licks and sucks. Phil’s legs begin to tremble as you taste a little venom escape from the mouth of that python. “Jesus Christ woman!”, he says in frustrated pleasure. You smile because you love pleasing your man anyway you can. Your nipples and clit are just as hard as his python at this point and you can’t wait to have your man inside you. You feel his python jerk inside your mouth just as he pulls up to the front door. He grabs you by your shoulders and stares you straight in your eyes with a smile. “You are such a naughty girl...and I like it”, he kisses you forcefully and all you can think is BANG BANG. He damn near pulls you out of the car, leading you to the house. You barely make it in the door as he pushes you over the couch and pulls your cover-up off with little resistance. You refuse to be bullied this time. You get up and push him back ripping at his shirt. “Oh, so you wanna play huh?”, he smirks pulling you close smiling revealing those sexy dimples. You smile back devilishly and lightly lick those perfect imperfections pressed in his cheeks. You grab a hold of your python and stroke it, firmly but gently. He lifts you on top of it and you embrace its entrance. Holding each other tight you begin to grind and moan in unison. Phil grabs your ass and squeezes, grinding deeper into your warm wet love. You gasp from the pleasure feeling a tremble stir in your wetness. You want it all and he’s about to give it to you. He sits you on the top of the couch and grinds deeper and deeper as you nibble on his left earlobe. “Ugh…”, is all he can manage to say as you kiss his neck and shoulders. You push your raining moisture onto your python and ride it just like he likes - hard and fast. You have to slow your pace as you feel that familiar pulsation erupting below. You can’t hold it back and he knows it. To your surprise, Phil pulls out, drops to his knees and begins to suck your clit like a hoover. You scream, “OH...MY...GOD!”, as you come, spilling your juices all over him. You are dizzy as hell but feel him re-enter you. He’s thrusting hard and fast when you feel him jerk and release his love for you all over your quivering wetness. Neither of you can speak. You just slide down onto the couch and desperately gasp for air as he lays his warm mochacino body on top of yours. Staring into your eyes he smiles then kisses you. He lays his head on your breasts and dozes off while you stroke and kiss the top of his head.

You wake up, it’s dark. Phil is still knocked out laying on top of you. You kiss the top of his head and manage to wiggle free without waking him. It’s 8:30pm. You both missed lunch so you know he’s gonna be starving when he wakes up. You head into the kitchen to fix your man some dinner. You pre-heat the oven while you season 2 thick tuna steaks. After popping them in the oven you put a bottle of merlot on ice and start to slice up some carrots, squash and zucchini. In the middle of cutting, the door bell rings. You walk out to the living room where Phil is still sound asleep. You put on your cover up and answer the door. It’s Bruno. ‘Fuck’, you think as you see him on the doorstep looking like sex glowing in the moonlight. He walks in. “Hey Nikki’, he says hugging you. ‘Damn he smells good’, you admit to yourself. “Hey B. Come on in. Phil’s napping on the couch.” Bruno walks over and immediately begins picking with Phil while he’s sleep like a pestering little brother. Watching them brings a smile to your face as you return to the kitchen. You begin to sauté the veggies when Bruno enters the kitchen. You glance at him from the side, trying not to pay him any attention but you can feel your body temperature rise five degrees as he stands close to you. Laughing he says, “What the hell did you do to Phil? He’s OUUUUUTTTTT!” You both chuckle. “Something smells good,” Bruno says sniffing around the oven. You realize you are being rude so you ask, “You hungry B?” Caressing your hips, he looks deep into your eyes and says, “Always.” You want to give in but you know it’s too risky. Phil could wake up any minute. You push his hands away and smirk. “Stop it”, you say unconvincingly. He returns his hands to your waist and pulls you close, kissing your neck. ‘UGHHHHH!!! If he don’t stop…’, you think as wetness begins to moisten your thighs. You hear footsteps approaching the kitchen. Bruno backs away and you return to your veggies. “AHHHHHHHHHH”, Phil says as he stretches coming into the kitchen. He pauses. “Oh! Hey B. I didn’t know you were here man. Why didn’t you wake me up?”, he asks walking over wrapping his arms around you then giving you a quick peck on the check. “I tried!”, Bruno laughs. “But somebody knocked your ass out brah”, he chuckles looking at you. Phil steals a slice of zucchini from the pan and replies, “Well, I ain’t complaining”. He smacks you playfully on your ass as he walks over to Bruno. “You ready man?” “Hell yes! You know I was born ready.” You narrow your brow. “Babe, I fixed dinner for us. The wine is chilling.” He kisses you quickly on the lips and says, “Aw! Thank you Baby Girl. It smells amazing. Just bring a plate down when it’s done, ok?” You are a little disappointed. That isn’t exactly what you had in mind for tonight but you nod, “Ok”. Kissing you once more he heads out the kitchen with Bruno to the mini studio in the basement. Dinner is finished and you have completely lost your appetite so, you just fix Phil a plate. Grabbing a large glass of merlot for yourself, you head downstairs to the studio. You walk in to an amazing harmony, “As I stand here before my woman, I can’t fight back the tears in my eyes, oh how could I be so lucky, I must have done something right…”. They notice you standing at the door sipping your wine and stop. Phil pops up, “Hey Baby Girl! That looks so good! I’m starving!!” You hand him his plate and say, “Wow! Guys, that was awesome! Is that a new song?” Phil and Bruno throw each other a quick glance. “Uh...yeah...um...something like that”, Bruno chokes out. Phil smiles and tries to change the subject. “So, Nikki this is delicious! Thank you!” You bend down for a kiss. “You’re welcome baby. Bruno are you hungry?” You ask trying to be a good hostess. “A little actually. You mind if I come up and get some?” ‘No he didn’t!’, you think knowing exactly what he meant. “Nah man, go ahead. I’ma stay down here and finish mine while I work on this melody”. You head upstairs, followed quickly behind by Bruno. Before you can get into the kitchen door, Bruno grabs your arm and pulls you close. You put your wine glass on the counter and decide to give in to your guilty pleasure. He whispers in your ear, “I want you so bad I can taste it. We got about 10 minutes”. You look up at him and smile. He unzips his shorts and lifts you onto the countertop. Moving your panties aside, that stiff carrot enters you. You moan as you squeeze those butterpecanrican biceps. He places his hand over your mouth, “Shhh!”. You both smile. B is thrusting hard and fast. You grab his chest, gripping those pecs that you noticed have been growing larger. It doesn’t take long before you feel him tense up. He slows his pace. You wrap your legs around him and grind your hips like you know he likes. You can feel that carrot hitting the back of your walls. You throw your head back enjoying the pleasure. You ride that carrot until you begin to feel your love tremble. Your entire body is quivering. You’re not sure if it’s from an impending orgasm or from the rush of possibly getting caught fucking your man’s best friend in his kitchen. Your adrenaline is causing your muscles to tighten. You are about to come. Bruno see’s you trying to hold back. A devilish grin emerges from his lips and he pulls out slowly. You shoot him a killer look. “What the fuck…” “Shhhh”, he responds placing his finger on your lips. Removing it he kisses them. Your tongues meet just as his two thick fingers enter you. You tremble, body ablaze. “Ahhhh!!!”, you gasp trying to keep quiet. He smiles and kisses your neck as his fingers hit the walls of your love. You are about to burst when his thumb finds your clit and begins to rub it gently. This sends you over the edge and you spray your love all over his hands while your body shakes violently from orgasm. He licks his fingers and smirks as he looks up at you slowly coming down from heaven. Your love is still quivering when he re-enters you. Your energy is suddenly renewed and you rock back and forth on that carrot on a mission. Before long, Bruno’s legs are shaking. He’s moaning and can no longer hold back. He grabs your waist and thrusts with so much passion you come a second time as he delivers his hot liquid love inside you. Hot and sweaty, you lay your head on his left shoulder. Bruno helps you down from the counter. You get yourself together while he sits on the stool at the island trying to get himself together. You walk over to the stove and fix his plate. He is watching your every move like a hawk. You bring him his plate. He smiles, grabs you close and kisses you firmly on your lips. “Dessert was delicious! Can’t wait to taste dinner.” Winking, he grabs his plate and heads out the kitchen door. You lean against the island smiling as his warmth begins to run down your thigh.

You wake up in the morning with a smile. Reaching for Phil you find a bouquet of lilies and a note on his side of the bed instead. ‘Good morning Baby Girl. Had to head out early today. I’ll call you later. Enjoy your day. Love you - Phil’. You frown. “Damn!”, you say with a sigh. You were hoping to have a little morning eye opener but clearly that’s not happening. You sit up and look around the room...Phil’s room. You sigh again. ‘What the hell am I going to do today?’, you wonder. It’s been a month since you moved in with Phil and about 2 since you worked your last shift. Not only are you bored but you are broke as well. Both your savings and checking accounts are DANGEROUSLY low. Phil has been paying for everything without a care. This just ain’t your style. You are not cut out to be a ‘homemaker’ nor are you a woman that wants to be ‘kept’. You like to have your own. “Fuck this, I’m calling my agency”, you say to yourself. You are on your laptop scheduling shifts when Phil walks in. “Hey beautiful!”, he says walking over and kissing the top of your head. “Hey baby,”, you respond still staring at the screen. He stands next to you for a moment like he’s waiting for something. You can feel him staring at you so you stop typing and turn to look at him. “Yesssss?”, you say removing your glasses. “I’ve been gone all day. Can I AT LEAST get a hug or something?”, he pouts crossing his arms. You smile as you walk over to your man. “Of course you can baby”, you say wrapping your arms around him. You kiss those perfect lips and he smiles. “That’s better. Now, what are you so engrossed in?”, he laughs as he walks into the kitchen. “Oh nothing,” you say walking back to the table, “Just putting in some shifts with my agency”. He stops in his tracks. “What? Wait. Why? Do you need something?” He walks over and pulls up a chair next to you. He grabs your hand and says, “Nikki, if you need something let me know. You don’t have to work.” Your eyes are big as saucers. ‘Is he serious right now? Clearly he doesn’t know me as well as he thinks.’ You fix your face and smile softly. “Sweetie, I appreciate EVERYTHING you have done for me over the past month but I like to do things on my own. I’ve never been one to depend on someone for anything. Besides, Phil I’m bored as hell. I’m use to running with my kids or working or SOMETHING. I’m not use to this. I can’t stand having nothing to do.” His face changes. You can’t seem to read his expression. He lowers his head. “Phil? What is it?”, you ask. He chuckles, “So, I give you everything and you don’t want it? You’d rather work?” You aren’t sure how to respond so you don’t. He continues, “Ok, this is what we are going to do. Tomorrow, I’ll have it set up so that weekly deposits are made into your account. Then, we can go around to some volunteer services places and you can sign up for something, ok?” He smiles. You burst out laughing. “Bawhahaha!!!!! Are you serious? Stop playing with me boy. That was funny!!”, you say wiping the tears from your eyes and returning to your laptop. He looks confused. Lightly chuckling he states, “Well, actually I wasn’t joking. I mean, you’re my Lady. I don’t want you to work. I want you here when I come home. I mean, I make more than enough for anything we would ever need”. You can tell you hurt his feelings. You feel like dirt. Sighing you apologize. “I’m sorry for laughing. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just that I’ve worked my whole adult life. I’ve never wanted to live off of my man. I’m not that type of woman. Besides, I love what I do Philip. I don’t wanna give that up.” He caresses your hands, “I know Baby Girl and I don’t want you to. Ok. How about a compromise?” You raise your left eyebrow. ‘What is there to compromise?’, you wonder. You don’t say a word hoping he continues and he does. “How about you work one day a week? Would that make you happy?” You can’t believe you are having this conversation. You begin to realize that you have become too available to Phil. ‘Perhaps it’s time for me to find an apartment’, you think to yourself. “Honey, I love you but I’m going to work my 3, 12 hour shifts just like I usually do. We will still have plenty of time together. I promise”, you say completing your schedule and shutting down your MacBook Air. You stand and start to walk way but stop as you hear Phil respond. “No. I’m not ok with that. I thought we were going to compromise. I don’t want you to work. I want the woman I love, the woman I wanna spend the rest of my life with, HERE at our home when I need her.” For the first time Phil is pissing you off. You feel the heat of anger flush your cheeks. ‘What year does he think this is? 1952?’ You count to 10 silently before you turn and respond. You are surprised to see him so close to you when you turn around. He has a look of seriousness on his face that you’ve never seen. “Philip, I love you but this is not up for compromise. Why the hell is this even an issue? I mean, most men don’t want some chick always in their pockets. I’m sorry...NO you know what? I’m NOT sorry but I’m not that girl.” You turn and start to walk away. Phil grabs your right arm. You turn and cut him the meanest glance you can muster without impulsively hitting him. “Where are you going? You can’t just leave in the middle of our discussion. And you know that you are not just SOME CHICK. I love you Nikki. I want to share my life with you and everything in it. Let’s talk about this.” You are WAY too pissed off to have a rational conversation right now. You yank your arm away from him and stand staring at him silently fuming. “Look, I’m not trying to make you angry. I want you to be happy. I mean, Jess is happy with B. She don’t really work that often and she doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.” ‘WHAT THE FUCK DID HE JUST SAY?’ Your temper has boiled over. “WHAT THE FUCK DO I CARE ABOUT JESSICA AND WHAT SHE DOES?! She’s a trifling gold-digging bitch. Don’t you EVER compare us!” Phil seems surprised by your response. You are hot, physically hot. You have to leave before you do or say something you regret. You search for your handbag, you have to get the hell outta here. “What? What did I do that’s so wrong? Why are you so angry Nikki?”, he asks following you around. You ignore him and continue searching for your handbag. “Nikki, talk to me. Baby Girl, please. At least tell me why you are so mad?”, he pleads grabbing your arms and turning you to face him. You stop and stare directly into his eyes as you respond, “I’m not your fucking high priced prostitute who will fuck you whenever you call. I can’t be bought! Now, get your hands off of me.” Phil’s grip on your arms tighten and you can tell he’s angry. He pushes you away as he removes his hands from your arms. “Is that what you think you are to me? HOW DARE YOU?” He runs out of the room and comes back with a Tiffany blue, ring sized box decorated with a white ribbon. He slams it on the table in front of you and yells, “OPEN IT! Open it and tell me you still think you are my call girl!” Tears are filling your eyes and his. You push past Phil and walk out the door never taking a second look at the box.

You pull up to a hotel and just sit in the parking lot. You can’t see through the waterfall cascading down your face. Through the tears you are yelling, “Who the fuck does he think he is? He can’t tell me whether or not I can work! He acts like he owns me or something! How fucking dare him!!” You are crying uncontrollably. You feel a massive headache coming on. You let your temper get the best of you and you beat the hell outta the steering wheel. “UGH!!!!!!! But I still love him!! DAMN IT!!!”, you scream as you hit the driver’s side window with your left hand in frustration. You scream out in pain after hearing your bone crack. “FUCK!!! Damn it!!” Your left hand is throbbing, hot and swelling right before your eyes. You know it’s broken. You start the car and try to pull off in search of an urgent care facility. However, you immediately slam on the breaks realizing the pain is too great for you to drive. Your mind is racing. ‘I am not calling him’, you decide. You pick up your phone and dial. A voice answers immediately. You sniff and say, “Bruno. I need you”. “I’m on my way Nikki”.

You can’t thank Bruno enough for helping you. You felt foolish having to explain how it happened but he seemed to understand. “It’s cool. We all get angry”, he says pulling up to the hotel. He walks you into your hotel room. “This is a nice room”, he says smiling. You scan his voice for sarcasm before you answer, “Thanks”. It IS a nice room. The  living area has a fireplace and there are a bunch of other amenities you probably won’t use. You sit on the bed and stare at your hand encased in a soft cast. The pain has gotten better but it’s still pretty bad. Bruno is reading your mind. “Here”, he says handing you an oxycodone and a bottle of water as he sits next to you on the bed. As you swallow the pill, it dawns on you that Bruno hasn’t once asked why you were staying at a hotel. After downing half the bottle of water you say, “He told you didn’t he?”. He just looks down twitching his lips, revealing those hypnotizing dimples. “He loves you Nikki”. You can’t believe he’s taking Phil’s side in this. “So, you think it’s cool that he wants to be so damn controlling?” You wait for his response. “I didn’t say that. I don’t see a problem with you working. Shit! I WISH Jess worked more. It’s just he loves it when you and him can just up and go somewhere or do something spontaneously. You know it’s only been a month that you two have really had a ‘real’ relationship.” ‘Why the fuck is he being the voice of reason’, you think hating that he’s right. You lower your head, “I guess you’re right but he needs to understand that I’m not comfortable living off of him. If we are going to live together, I wanna contribute to the house.” Bruno smiles and moves closer to you. Placing his hand on your thigh, he looks into your eyes and asks, “Did you tell him that?” ‘UGH!!!! Please remove your hand from my thigh’, you think as your eyes immediately drift to that carrot. “No. I guess...sigh...I guess I could have explained myself better”, you confess quietly trying to ignore the wetness filling your panties. You shift a little trying to shake that feeling stirring in your love. Bruno notices and smirks. He squeezes your thigh. You feel warmth flush your face. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that you’re horny as hell right now or if it’s the oxycodone kicking in. He inches closer to you gripping your thigh firmly. You move back. He moves closer and slides his hand to your left hip. You are at the end of the bed and can’t move back anymore. You look up at him. He smiles at you and begins to caress your face with his right hand when you suddenly remember Jessica. You pop up off of the bed and frown. B looks confused as he sits staring up at you. “What’s wrong?’, he asks continuing to stare at you with those alluring brown eyes. “What about Jess?”, you ask trying to fold your arms without causing yourself too much pain. Bruno turns his head for a moment. Looking back at you he asks, “What about her?” You scoff in disbelief. “Ha! Ok, so she’s ok with us fucking?” “As ok with it as Phil is”, he quickly replies standing and caressing your arms. ‘Ouch!’ His response was such a powerful punch to your gut that it actually caused a wave of nausea to fall over you. You turn away from him. ‘Oh my God! What the hell am I doing?’, you wonder feeling shame flush your face. Unable to face him you ask, “Why would you tell me that you love me when you love Jessica?”. He promptly replies, “Who said I loved her? I mean, we dating and shit...you know…”, he says smiling slyly as he slides behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. He kisses your neck and caresses your breasts. For the first time you feel guilty for all the times you cheated on Philip. You have been confused about your feelings for Bruno for a long time but suddenly you realize that it was just sex and nothing more. Monumentally good, sweaty, multiple orgasmic sex but nevertheless it was just sex. ‘I don’t love him’, you realize as you feel that carrot hardening against your ass. You feel uncomfortable and Bruno begins to feel you tense up. “What is it?”, he murmurs kissing the top of your head. “I can’t”, you whisper as you turn to face him. He smiles and kisses your fragile left hand, which is still throbbing and says, “Oh baby, I’ll be gentle. I promise”. Surprisingly, he’s turning you off. You step back. “No, Bruno. I can’t because I don’t want to.” “Oh ok, the meds got your head spinning huh?”, he laughs. Although he’s right, that’s not it. “No. Bruno, I love Phil. I feel really guilty about what we’ve been doing behind his back. I can’t do it anymore”, you confess. Your confession has you feeling better already. Bruno smirks as he rubs your arms and says, “But, I love you Nikki.” “You may think you do but you don’t. You love fucking me and trust me, I love it too but...I love him more. This...thing between us is over.” Bruno searches your face for affirmation. Finding it, he steps back and whispers, “Ok”. You are a little surprised at his response but before you can respond, there is a knock at the door. You look at Bruno bewildered. ‘Who the hell?’, you wonder. Bruno opens the door as if he knows who it is. It’s Phil. His arms are full of ice packs, Tylenol and lilies. Your mouth drops open in disbelief. You glare at Bruno who just looks away. “Yeah, he snitched on you”, Phil admits. “He told me where you were staying. I had to see you and make sure you were ok”. You can’t find words right now. You sit on the edge of the bed as Bruno makes his way to the door. “I gave her an oxycodone about 20 minutes ago. I think she really needs to get some rest”, he reports to Phil as if he’s your personal physician. “Alright. Thanks a lot man.” Bruno just smiles at the two of you as he leaves. You don’t even acknowledge him. Phil sits next to you on the bed but leaves some space between you. “Here, I brought some ice packs. I googled fractures and it said ice might help with the pain and swelling. It also said to take Tylenol instead of Motrin for pain. Motrin evidently can hinder bone healing.” You are wide-eyed at the care he is showing you even after your first major fight. He gently places the ice pack on your left hand and holds it there glancing up at you occasionally. Neither of you say a word. You are being stubborn and refuse to speak. “I brought you some lilies to brighten up the place. Let me put them in a glass or something for you.” You watch as he fills a glass with water and arranges your flowers. He looks back at you and smiles but quickly looks away. Lowering his head he asks, “Are you ok? Is there something else I can do before I go?” You turn your head. He sighs; it’s barely audible. “Well, I’m gonna put these ice packs in the freezer. Ok?” After putting the ice packs away he slowly walks over to you. Placing the Tylenol on the night stand he quickly glances at you and says, “I understand you are still pissed at me but please call me if you need ANYTHING. I’ll be here, I promise.” He looks like he wants to kiss the top of your head but he doesn’t. “Man, it’s kinda chilly in here. I’ma turn on the fireplace for you. I know how cold you get at night.” After switching on the fireplace, he reluctantly begins to walk toward the door pausing to check his pockets multiple times for his keys, wallet and cell phone. He’s so damn cute you can’t help but smile. “Ok, well...get some rest, ok?” Opening the door he pauses, looks back at you and says, “I love you Baby Girl”. Your heart melts. ‘I am such an asshole’, you think as your eyes begin to mist. You want to go after him but you are feeling Heaven High from the oxycodone so you just curl up in bed and close your eyes. Although your eyes are closed, tears still roll down your cheeks. Outside, Phil sits in his car. ‘Damn! I hope I didn’t fuck this up.’ He gets out of the car and contemplates going back in to apologize. After taking 3 steps, he stops. ‘Nah, she’s still pissed’, he thinks leaning back on his car. “I’ll let her cool off”, he says while getting in the car. He starts the car, looks up at your hotel window and says, “Dear Lord, please watch over the love of my life tonight. Amen.” With a deep sigh, he heads home.

It’s been all night long and the fire is slowly dying. There’s a light on the horizon and it’s coming too quickly coming. You open your eyes, smile and reach for Phil like you do every morning when you realize where you are. “Oh…”, you say as you remember yesterday's incident and tears comeback to fill your eyes. You sit up slowly. You miss him. REALLY miss him. The way you wake up to his dimples and that amazing smile. How he jumps on the bed when you don’t wanna get up. You laugh thinking about how he likes to sing old school R&B while he’s in the shower. “What the hell am I doing here?”, you ask yourself aloud. ‘This is ridiculous. I love Phil and I’m sure we can figure this out’. You jump up turn off the fireplace and head out the door. 

You are sitting in your car outside of Phil’s house. Your pride is not allowing your legs to move. It isn’t long before your heart takes over and you get out of the car and walk through the front door. You find Phil sitting on the patio sipping a cup of coffee and staring at that familiar Tiffany blue box in his hand. He looks up surprised to see you. He places the box on the patio table. “Hey!”, he says standing and cautiously walking toward you. “Hey”, you respond not moving. “How are you? Your hand, I mean”, he asks moving closer. “It’s ok. The swelling has gone down but it still hurts”, you say looking down and rubbing your left hand. Silence falls between you. You wanna reach out and grab him but you don’t. You feel so conflicted. Silent tears roll down your face like rain on a window pane. Phil slowly walks up to you, kisses the top of your head and holds you tight. “I’m sorry”, you both say in unison. You both step back, look at each other and laugh. “Look Nikki, I’m sorry”, Phil starts as he sits on a chair and pulls you onto his lap. Wiping the tears from your eyes he continues, “I’m not trying to control you. I love you. I just wanna spend all my time with you”. You give him a half smile, “Philip, I love you too. I apologize for losing my temper but I need you to understand something though. If we are going to live together, I am going to work and contribute to the house. I don’t want to take advantage of you. I can provide for myself”. “Baby Girl, it’s not taking advantage if it’s given freely but I understand. That’s one of the things I love about you.” You both sigh and hold each other close. You kiss the top of his head. “I missed you last night. I was so worried, I couldn’t sleep. Spent most of the night out here”, he admits looking out over the patio. “I missed you too. It was weird waking up and you weren’t there”, you confess. Phil’s stomach growls, loudly. “Hungry are we?”, you ask as you both laugh. “Yeah, I guess”, he chuckles. “How about we head out for some chicken and waffles this morning?”, he asks. “Sure! My treat?” Smirking he says, “Ok, let me get my shoes. I’ll be right back!”. As you watch Phil walk into the house you notice that Tiffany blue box on the patio table. You glance at it. ‘Should I open it? Nah, just leave it alone. I’m sure he’s gonna take it back anyway.’ You try to ignore it but what woman can ignore that famous enchanting blue box? It’s calling your name. Your curiosity gets the best of you and you walk over and pick up it up. You try to open it but pain shoots through your left hand time each time you try. You stand, just staring at this perfect little box in your hand when Phil walks up behind you and kisses the top of your head. “Do you like it?”, he asks. Your cheeks are flushed. You are embarrassed that he caught you trying to peek. “I...uh...I uh...couldn’t get it open”, you admit holding up your casted left hand. Phil takes the box from you and opens it. Your eyes grow large as he reveals a titanium, 2 carat, square cut diamond engagement ring. The diamond, as clear as water, projects a thousand mini rainbows in the sunlight. The sear perfection and beauty takes your breath away. “Do you like it”, he asks wrapping his left arm around you tightly as his right hand holds that circular piece of Tiffany perfection in front of you. You can barely speak, “Yes”, you respond nearly inaudibly. He holds you like that for a few moments then asks, “Do you wanna wear it?”. ‘HELL YES!’, is what you wanna say but you respond calmly with a question. “Do you want me to wear it?” He chuckles, “Uh, I wouldn’t have brought it if I didn’t”. You smile. “But if I put it on, what would that mean?” Phil turns you to face him. “It would mean that you will ALWAYS be my one and only Baby Girl and I will ALWAYS be your one and only man.” You smile and remember your conversation with Bruno last night. You have no doubt in your mind that you can be faithful to Phil. You look up at him and smile. Taking the ring, you place it on the ring finger of your left hand. Phil smiles wide. “YES!!!!!! I love you Baby Girl”, he says holding you close and spinning you around. “I love you too Philip”, you reply smiling happily.

Choices

You open your eyes and have no idea where you are. You jump up in bed. BIG MISTAKE. Your head is throbbing and wrapped with gauze. You notice that you are hooked up to telemetry monitoring and proceed to read your vitals. A sharp pain runs across your forehead. You close your eyes and hold your head in your hands. “Nikki! Don’t get up! Lay back down!!”, a deep, sexy, familiar voice commands. You open your eyes and see Phil shoot up from a chair at your bedside. He’s pretty banged up but he’s flashing you that beautiful smile. You reach for him and he slides in bed next to you. You hold him tight and feel him flench and whisper, “Owww!”. You sit up again. “What’s wrong? Are you ok? Did you see someone? You need an x-ray. Where’s the nurse?” Phil just holds his side and laughs. “Baby, I’ve been seen. I’m fine. Just a few bumps and bruises, that’s all.”  You start to re-live the days events and tears fall from your eyes. “I remember trying to get to you but then...what happened?”, you ask holding your head. Phil frowns, “That muther...he…”, he takes a deep breath and continues, “Sigh...when he pushed you, you hit your head. You have a 2nd degree concussion the doctor says. They wanna keep you over night for observation.” “Ugh...that’s just code for ‘we gonna wake her up every ½ hour and make sure she don’t think she’s the Queen of England’. I’m fine. I can leave”. Phil laughs, “Baby girl, you are not leaving here until they release you and neither am I.” You smile, caress his face and kiss him. “Wait. Where’s my husband? Is he ok?”, you ask. Phil smirks, “He’s fine. The police showed up with the ambulance. They suggested you two speak through mediators until he can be more civil.” “What about charges?”, you ask. “None were filed. Oh and they made him give your key to your Mother. He can’t keep you out of the house. Your Mom is such a nice woman. She got the majority of your clothes and things from the house. I have a few things here for you but the rest I shipped back to my place.” Your eyes grow wide. “Why the hell did you do that?” He smiles. “Your Mom and I think that some time away from everything would be best right now. Nikki, you know I’ll take care of you.” He strokes the side of your face just as the physician walks in. Your head is spinning. You’re not sure if it’s from the concussion or from what Phil just told you. “I’m so glad to see you awake, Nicole”, the doctor says smiling. “You hit your head pretty hard but with some rest I think you’ll be fine. This fine gentleman here has been taking great care of you.” You smile. “Doctor, why am I hooked up to telemetry monitoring? My vitals are within normal limits and stable and I’m in normal sinus rhythm. Is this really necessary?” The doctor laughs, “Oh yeah, I forgot they said you are a nurse. Well, it was just a precaution but I can have it discontinued…”, you cut him off. “Good! Now when am I being discharged?” He continues to laugh as Phil rubs your arms. “We will monitor you over night and see how you look in the morning. Ok?”. You roll your eyes. ‘All I wanna do is go home!’, you think to yourself. Then you suddenly realize that you don’t really have a home to go to. You have never felt so alone. Silent tears roll down your cheeks. Phil wipes your tears looking concerned. “Thanks Doc”, he says. “I’ll make sure she gets plenty of rest tonight”. The doctor leaves and Phil whispers, “Baby Girl, what’s wrong?”. You just sniff and snuggle closer to him. “Just please hold me”, is all that you can manage to say through tears.

You are so happy to be discharged but sad because you feel truly homeless. Phil helps you into the car. He hops in the drivers seat, closes the door and gives you that amazing smile that makes everything better. “So you wanna grab a bite before we make our flight? It doesn’t leave for another 6 hours”. “Sure…”, you start to say but are interrupted by a text from your phone. It’s your husband. Phil can tell you are upset, “What’s wrong?”. You can’t speak. Tears are slowly rolling down your cheeks as you read, ‘Its over! Return my rings!’. “What is it Nikki?”. You hand him your phone. He just shakes his head as he reads. “If he wants ‘em, give ‘em to him. You don’t need them anymore anyway”. You just stare at your wedding rings. You think back on the over 20 year realtionship you’ve shared with your husband. You can’t believe it’s really over. After a long pause, you quietly murmur, “Take me to Fed-Ex please”. Phil reads your mind. He starts the car and doesn’t say a word until he pulls up in front of a Fed-Ex store. “Do you want me to come in with you?”. You nod. Inside you address the envelope to your husband. You look down at your left hand. Your heart is breaking. You can’t believe it’s really over. Phil takes your hands and smiles at you. “You don’t have to do this right now. Why don’t you wait until we get home?” You tilt your head slightly and smile at him. ‘He said we and home’, you think to yourself. You look at him and realize just how much you love him and want to to be with him. The past 8 months flash before your eyes and you realize that not only do you love him but you would give him your last breath. Without saying a word, you kiss his lips and remove your wedding rings. After placing them in the envelope, you seal it and send them to your soon to be ex-husband. You turn to Phil and say, “Let’s go home baby”.

You have been nauseous all day. The turbulence on the plane DID NOT help. You run to the powder room and just sit on the floor in front of the toilet. Philip follows immediately behind you. “Baby, you ok?”, he asks sitting next to you on the floor, rubbing your back. “I’m fine”, you lie hoping he leaves. You really don’t want him to see you throwing up. “What can I do?”, he asks desperately wanting to help. “Can you make me some tea please?”, you ask in a last ditch effort to get him out the bathroom. “I can do that!”, he says hopping up. “I’ll be right back but call me if you need me”. You just nod. A few minutes after he leaves you are praying to the porcelain god. After your stomach is empty, you begin to feel like a marching band is having a field day in your head. You force yourself to get up and clean up. You walk out of the bathroom and head to the couch. Phil walks up to you with a cup of tea. “Here you go Baby Girl”, he says smiling. You begin to feel dizzy. You stumble. “Whoa!”, Phil sits the cup of tea on the table and grabs a hold of you. “Baby, you ok?”, he asks looking directly into your eyes. Your head is splitting and you are dizzy as hell. You feel faint but say, “I’m ok Phil”. He knows you’re lying. He picks you up and carries you up to bed. He carefully lays you down and gently runs his hands over your forehead. You open your eyes and smile. You can see the concern written all over his face. “Philip, I’m ok. Really”. He sighs. “You scared me. I was about to call 911”. You laugh, “Nah, I’m fine honey. I think it was the flight. I just need some rest. I’ll be ok.” He kisses your lips. “Ok.” Tilting his head to the side he smiles and asks, “Is there something you wanna tell me?” You have no idea what the hell he’s talking about and could care less. Your head feels like it’s splitting open. “No. I mean, I appreciate you taking care of me”. He laughs, “That’s not what I meant”. He places his hand on your stomach and smiles. You are so dizzy, you don’t get it. “No Phil, I’m fine. The nausea’s gone”. He gives up. “Ok”, he laughs. Kissing your forehead he crawls in bed next to you. He places his hands around your abdomen and murmurs, “I love you”. “I love you too”, you reply closing your eyes as you drift off to sleep.

You open your eyes. It’s pitch black in the room but you see Phil standing at the window staring out as the moonlight hits his perfectly sculpted body. He’s in his boxers and shirtless. ‘Damn!’, you think as you cross your legs to contain the moisture brewing. You slowly make your way over to him and wrap your arms around his waist. He turns to face you. “Hey! I’m sorry Baby did I wake you?” You don’t answer. You proceed to kiss his neck and chest. You stroke your python through his boxers as you look up at him and smile devilishly. Grabbing your hands he says, “Oh no! You need some rest Baby Girl. Not tonight”. You pout. “I’m fine honey. Besides, you look like sex right now I can’t help myself.” As you kiss those perfect lips, you place his hands on the side of your thighs and press your body against his. That python hardens quick. “Ugh! You are so bad”, he says kissing your neck and pushing you toward the bed. You smirk as you remove your clothes. You are face down on the bed in your favorite position as your python enters your throbbing wetness. You can tell Phil is holding back and you don’t like it. “Stop playing and fuck me”, you plead forcing your wetness on your python. He smiles and obeys. That python begins pounding your walls so hard you feel him jerking inside of you quickly. He pulls out and you feel his warm wet love on your pretty round brown. He re-enters you and continues with the same pace. You moan as he pulls your hair and smacks your ass. You feel that warm pulsation come over you and you can’t help but grind harder and harder. You both moan in shear ecstasy. Moisture is running down your legs and you don’t know if it’s yours or his. You turn over and begin to suck the venom from your python. Phil’s eyes roll back into his head and he nearly falls back. He’s moaning, “Shit! Shit! Oh shit!”, as you lightly suck. His moans are turning you on and you start to stroke your clit. He notices and lays you on your back and begins to lick your pulsating wetness as you continue to stroke your clit. His tongue is moving in and out of your love. You feel a warm wave of pleasure come over your entire body as you come, trembling from head to toe. Kissing your wetness and thighs he lays on your stomach and smiles up at you. He’s asleep in no time. You look down at him sleeping and realize that you need him more than you want him and you want him forever.

You wake up to the most beautiful brown eyes staring at you with loving concern. “Nikki! I’ve been so worried!”, Bruno admits kissing your forehead. You smile as you sit up in bed. You can see the worry leave his face as he caresses yours. “Hey B”, you respond looking around for Phil. Bruno notices you looking and says, “He’s gone. Went to the store to get some stuff for the party tomorrow”. Your eyebrows narrow. “What party?”. He laughs, “Oh! Maybe I spoiled a surprise. I guess I should shut up”, he laughs. You hit him playfully on the arm. “Ouch! Oh God, I’m dying from the pain”, he jokes falling on the bed. You smirk at him as he pulls you down on top of him. Kissing you he looks into your eyes and whispers, “You really scared me. Are you ok?”. You kiss him as your fingers work their way through those dark curls and reply, “I’m fine. I just need some rest”. He clears his throat, “Phil told me that things got pretty rough”. You sit up and look away. You don’t want to remember. He gets the hint. “Well, I’m glad you’re here”, he says pulling you onto his lap. “I missed you”, he whispers in your right ear as he traces your right thigh with his index finger. Your panties are instantly wet. You turn and look at him. He gives you that devilish grin as he leans back on his arms. You want him BAD but you can’t fuck him in Phil’s bed. That would be wrong...right? Before you can decide, you hear footsteps coming upstairs. B smiles at you and sits on the edge of the bed just as Phil opens the door. “Hey Baby Girl!”, he says walking over and kissing you. “How are you feeling? Better?”. “Yes actually, I feel much better”, you admit. “No more nausea?”, he asks rubbing your back. You shake your head no. “Good. You know, for a while there I thought you were pregnant”, he admits smiling and stroking your stomach. Before you can respond Bruno jumps up, “YOU’RE PREGNANT?”. Bruno’s face is a combination of shock and fear. You can’t help but laugh at his reaction. “No, no, no. I’m not pregnant”. You clear your throat, “Unfortunately, that can’t happen anymore”. You just look away not wanting to see either of their expressions. Phil pulls you close. He lifts your chin so that you are eye to eye. “Nikki, I had no idea. Why didn’t you tell me?” You just lower your eyes. “I would love for you to have my child, Baby Girl but believe me, I love you no less. I still wanna spend the rest of my life with you”. His response is so sincere you wanna cry but the reality of that last sentence smacks you in the face. “What did you just say?”, you ask in nearly a whisper. “Um, Bruah, I’ma go”, Bruno interjects standing. “I’ll see you tomorrow. What time did you say?” Phil laughs, “Oh, um, 6ish is good”. “Aight. See y’all tomorrow. Nikki, get some rest”, B winks at you as he walks out the door. You are just staring at Phil. ‘Did he really just say he wants to spend the rest of his life with me?’, you wonder. You aren’t so sure how to respond, I mean you ARE still married. You decide to ignore the comment. “So, what party?”, you ask trying to change the subject. He smiles pulling you into his arms. “Well, I thought I’d have some people over to welcome you to LA. You know, get your mind off of things for a while”. You close your eyes, smirk and lean back on him. “Um hmm. So other than Bruno and the boys, who else is coming?” “Don’t worry about it, Baby Girl. Now come here”, he says pulling you close. You can feel that python pressed against your stomach. Your body is aching for that python’s venom. You push him back on the bed and straddle him. As you unbutton his shirt, you kiss his chest. You unbuckle his shorts and pull them off along with those sexy black boxer briefs. He smiles as you start to slowly kiss his lips, neck, chest then make your way down to your favorite piece of dark chocolate. You grip that candy bar and lick it nice and slow. He moans as he closes his eyes. You start to suck, very lightly as that candy bar hardens more. You alternate between licks and sucks until you hear Phil moan. You place your mouth around that chocolate and take it as deep as you can down your throat. Phil grips the sheets and lets out a deep growl of pure pleasure. You suck hard and fast until that candy bar melts in your mouth. Smiling you lay on his chest. He can’t speak so he just smiles and kisses the top of your head.

It’s just about 5pm when the doorbell rings. You look outside and see Bruno’s car. You are happy as hell because Phil has been acting strange all damn day and you are about to kill him. Your happiness is short lived once you open the door and see Bruno...and Jessica. Your smile immediately falls away. ‘What the fuck is she doing here? Why’d he bring her?’. You put on a half smile and say, “Hey Bruno! Come on in”. Bruno hugs you and asks, “How are you feeling?”. Jessica is eyeing you just as hard as you are eyeing her. “I’m fine B. No worries”. You have never really been introduced to Jessica so you’re not sure how to address her. Bruno can sense the tension. “Oh, Nikki, this my Lady, Jessica. Jessica, this is Nikki, Phil’s Lady and a good friend of mine”. ‘Oh, so now I’m just a good friend? Ok.’ You can feel yourself getting pissed off . You force a smile and say, “Nice to meet you Jessica”, as nice as you can. She gives you a fake smile right back and says, “Nice to meet you too, Nikki”. You excuse yourself because you can tell she doesn’t like you and you don’t care too deeply for her either. “Well, I’m gonna help Phil outside but make yourselves at home”. Jessica gives a half smile and stands closer to Bruno. ‘Bitch!’, is the first thing that comes to mind as you walk away. “Hey Baby! Is that Bruno?”, Phil asks slaving over the grill. “Yeah”, you clear your throat, “and Jessica”. Phil looks a little surprised. “Hmm. He did mention they were talking again. Well, as long as he’s happy…”. You start to tune him out. You don’t wanna hear about Bruno being happy with Jessica. How dare he bring her here like that. “Nikki?”, evidently Phil has been talking to you. “Oh, huh?” “I said, it would be cool if you and Jess hung out. If y’all become friends we could double date!”. The nausea is back. ‘HELL FUCKING NO!’ is what you wanna say but you just smile. As if on cue, she and B emerge from the house hand in hand. You wanna gag. Bruno comes over to help Phil with the grill. “Give me that damn spatula man! You don’t know what you doing. Move out the way!” Jessica walks over to the pool and sits alone. “Why don’t you go over and talk to her, Baby Girl?”.  Bruno smirks as you glance over at Jess. “I would BUT I gotta get ready so maybe later”, you say walking toward the house. Jess glances up at you as you walk into the house. If looks could kill, you’d be dead.

 “You ready Baby?”, Phil asks peeking his head in the bedroom. “Yup, just finger combing my twists”. He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. Kissing the top of your head as he stares at your reflection in the mirror, he says, “You look beautiful”. You can’t help but smile. “Ok. All done!”, you say smiling into the mirror. “Perfect! My Mom can’t wait to meet you”. The smile slips from your lips. “What?! Your Mom? Philip, your Mother is here? Oh my God!”. You are freaking the hell out. ‘Fuck! Let me change my clothes. Perhaps I should straighten my hair. Does she know I’m married?’ Your mind is racing as you pace the bedroom floor. Phil is laughing. “Nikki, what’s the big deal? I told my Mom about you months ago. She can’t wait to meet you”. That is no comfort. “Phil, I wish you would have told me she was coming so I could prepare. Jesus! What if she doesn’t like me?” Phil holds you and kisses your lips softly. Brushing the hair from your eyes, he looks into them and says, “I love you, so she loves you”. You hold his hand tight as he leads you down the stairs and out to the patio. There are LOTS of people here that you don’t know. Eric, Kam and Jam walk up to you immediately, “Yo! Nikki how are you?”, they ask hugging you. “I’m fine guys. Thanks for asking”, you smile. Phil continues to lead you around until you reach a table shaded by an umbrella. An older, well dressed woman is seated next to an older, equally well dressed man. ‘Shit! His Father is here too?’, you think to yourself as the nausea returns. “Mom, Dad, I want you to meet someone”. Your legs feel like jello and your heart is racing but you smile. “This is Nikki, the love of my life”. You just stare at Phil. You can’t believe what he just said. “Nikki, this is my Mom and Dad, Cheryl and Philip Sr.”. You are shaking like a leaf but manage to extend your hand and say, “It’s very nice to finally meet you…”, you are immediately cut off by his mother who jumps up and hugs you tight. “Oh honey come here and give me a hug”. She squeezes you so tight you are about to lose your breath. You glance at Phil who is smiling from ear to ear. “My Phil has been talking about you for months. Baby I feel like I know everything about you”. You have no idea what to say to this woman. Before you can speak Philip Sr. grabs you for a hug. “Nice to finally meet you sweetheart”, he says smelling just as good as his son. He lets you go and holds on to your right hand. “Man, you are just as pretty as he said you were”. ‘Well, I see where he gets his charm’, you think as Phil pulls out a chair for you. You, Phil and his parents sit, talk and laugh for hours. They make you feel like one of the family. You can’t help but notice that Phil seems distracted. Before you can say anything, his Mom says, “Philip! Boy you been squirming this whole time. What’s wrong with you?!” Phil just smiles. His father speaks up. “Now Cheryl, we den been here for hours talking their ears off. He probably just wanna be alone with his woman. It’s getting late and I’m full and sleepy.” He proceeds to stand and reach for a hug from Phil. “Son, it’s always good to see you. Nikki, it has truly been a pleasure.” He gives you a bear hug. “Fine. You act like we bothering them or something. I just asked him a question”, his Mom spits at his father. “Come here baby”, she says reaching for a hug from Phil. She whispers something to him and he laughs. His Mom takes your hand as the four of you walk toward the house. She slows down a little and lets Phil and his Dad walk ahead. ‘Oh shit! Here it comes’, you say to yourself, thinking you are about to be cursed out or threatened. “Nikki you are a wonderful young woman,” she starts. “I love how my son looks at you but what I love more is how YOU look at him. He loves you and I can tell now that you love him too”. You don’t know how to respond. All you can say is, “I love Philip and I promise, I always will”. Phil notices you aren’t close and looks back. He smirks knowing what the deal is. You say your goodbyes to his parents at the door. “Philip take care of her, I mean it”, his mother says walking out the door. “Yes ma’am. You know I will”, Phil replies wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing you.

Walking back outside, you notice the party is beginning to get live. People are dancing and drinks are flowing. You definitely need one. You walk over to the bar and down a shot or two. Ok...four. You feel good! You see Phil is mingling amongst his guests as Bruno walks up to you smiles. “Hey, Nikki! How you feeling?” He’s giving you that look. That look that usually leads to you being on your back or bent over a chair. You smirk, “I’m feeling real good right now”. Jessica appears outta nowhere and wraps her arms around B. Kissing him on the cheek and sliding you the side eye, she says, “Come on baby, let’s dance”. ‘Bitch! I should beat her ass just because.’ You want to hit her so bad you can taste it. You contemplate cutting in on their dance until Phil grabs you from behind. “How you feeling Baby?” “I’m fine honey. Just fine.” You don’t take your eyes off of B and notice he’s watching you too. The song ends and he makes his way over to you and Phil. Jessica follows behind him like a little lost puppy dog. “So, you two look like you’re having a good time”, Phil says. Jessica just smiles. “Yeah. Oh, Phil, man can I talk to you about something,” Bruno says walking away and gesturing for Phil to follow him. You are left alone with Jessica. ‘I’m going to kill them both. What the hell do I say to this chick?’ Before you can start any pleasantries, she blurts, “They can’t hear us. We don’t have to pretend to like each other”. If you weren’t 4 shots of Vodka in, you’d probably be surprised by her bluntness but right now, your filter is completely gone and you just don’t give a fuck. “Good, cuz I’m tired of pretending to like your snobby ass”. You sit on the arm of the chair just as she pops up. “Snobby?! Bitch who you calling snobby?” You have to laugh. ‘Ok. I know this skinny little bitch don’t want none.’ You get up. “I’ma need you to just sit down and shut the fuck up before I smack you”. She laughs. “Bitch, I dare you.” Her eyes narrow, “I know you and Bruno have something going on. I can tell when he looks at you”. You try to ignore her but your temper is rising. “Stay away from my man!”, she says pushing you. You push her back. She falls. “Bitch, don’t put your hands on me. And if you were fucking him right he wouldn’t be coming for me!” Jessica jumps up and grabs for your hair. You bitch slap her just as Bruno grabs you and Phil grabs her. “What the hell is going on?”, Phil asks. Neither of you say a word as you stare each other down. “Phil can you keep Jess out here? I’ma take Nikki in the house”. “A’ight. I’ma try to figure out what happened”, Phil replies.

Bruno manhandles you into the house. Pushing you though the doors, he keeps hold of your left arm. He turns you around and pulls you close. Never relinquishing the tight grip he has on your arm, he kisses you HARD. You smile. ‘This bitch talking about stay away from my man. Bitch please your man can’t stay away from me’, you think to yourself. “We can’t B. There are a million people here. Plus what if Phil walks in?” He smirks. “I don’t know why but that little cat fight turned me on”. He pushes you into the closet. It’s dark and very small. You both barely fit in there. As soon as the door closes, he is yanking down your shorts. You hear his zipper unzip and feel that carrot pressed hard against your ass. Your hands are his prisoner as he spreads your legs and plunges deep into your wetness. You moan quietly but he quickly places his hand over your mouth to muffle any sound. There isn’t much room to move in there so he is balls deep into your love and you can’t even scream. His mouth is pressed against your right ear. He moans and bites your ear. “Don’t scream”, he whispers thrusting faster and faster. You can feel a fire burning in your love and you know you can’t hold it. You force your wetness on that carrot faster and faster. You are coming and want to scream but can’t. You bite your lip as that fire erupts sending wetness down your legs. He releases your hands and holds your body close as he massacres your love. His thrusts take your breath away. His kisses turn to love bites on your neck and you feel him jerk inside you. You hear him whisper, “Ugh, fuckkkkk”, as the juice from that carrot squirts all over your love. You collapse into him as he holds you tight and whispers, “I love you.” You snap outta the post coidial trance. “What the fuck did you just say?”, you whisper back. “Nothing”, he murmurs zipping his shorts. You pull up your shorts and slowly open the closet door. The coast is clear so you both emerge, hot, sweaty and sex funky. You head to the fridge for a beer to cool off. B is nervously sitting at the island fidgeting with his hands. You pass him a beer, lean back on the fridge and just wait for him to explain. He glances up at you and sighs, “I had to say it. You had to know before he asks you”. You are confused. You are beginning to think being in that hot ass closet may have dehydrated him resulting in this nonsense. “What are you talking about?”, you ask just as Phil walks in. “You ok Nikki?”, he asks half smiling. You glance at B who stands and starts toward the door. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “I’ma go check on Jess”, Bruno states as he leaves. He shoots you a strange glance before shutting the door. Phil laughs, “Nikki, we really have to work on that temper BUT I must admit that shit was funny as hell!” You chuckle, “She started it.” He grabs you and kisses you, “What am I gonna do with you?”. “I can think of a few things”, you smirk.

The guests are leaving and you are playing the gracious host because Phil has disappeared. Jessica and Bruno are the first to leave. “Enjoy the rest of your night Nikki”, B says smiling. Something in his eyes leads you to believe that he doesn’t really mean it though. More guests leave and you, the gracious hostess, are apologizing for Phil’s absence. ‘Where the hell is he? I don’t know these people!’, you fume. The last guest leaves and you make your way through the house looking for Philip. He’s no where to be found. You walk out to the patio. He’s not there either. You walk down the stairs out toward the garden. You notice the garden is lit. It looks different since you last saw it. “Are those lilies?”, you as yourself aloud. Phil emerges behind you. Wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head he answers, “Stargazer to be exact. I had them planted the day you told me they were your favorite.” You smile as he takes you by the hand and leads you to the garden. As you approach, you notice the lilies are nearly all in bloom and there are small white lights illuminating the entire garden. There is a blanket covered in pink rose petals and a bucket of champagne arranged in the center of the garden. You look at Phil, “What is all of this?” He just smiles and leads you to the blanket. “Sit down Baby Girl”. You are a little nervous but you sit as requested. Phil paces in front of you. “Philip, what is going on?”, you ask hoping it’s not what you think. He stops pacing and stands in front of you. “Nikki, you know I love you. When I met you, I met my destiny. You will always be my one true love. If you feel the same, and I truly hope you do, there's something very important, that I want to ask you.” Your heart is racing as he drops to one knee and pulls out a small box. Opening it he continues with tears in his eyes, “Instead of ‘you’ and ‘I’, let's become ‘we’. I'm asking you to share my life. Baby Girl, will you marry me?”

Finally Free

“Honey? Are you there? Can you hear me?”, you ask, voice and hands shaking. Bruno realizes his mistake and places his hands over his mouth. Phil quickly puts on his boxers and drags Bruno out of the room. You look up at Bruno with daggers in your eyes as he mouths the words, “I’m sorry”. You take a deep breath and say, “Hello?”. Your husband begins to laugh over the phone. “Tell ‘Courtney’ I said hi”. You hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice. “You know, I had this feeling that there was somebody else holding your attention. Ha, ha, ha! I should have known something was going on. I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I fell for your shit!”. You just sit on the edge of the bed and listen. “So who is it? Somebody I know? Who has the pleasure of fucking my wife?!”. You suddenly feel tired. Tired of hiding. Tired of lying and tired of all the secrets. You’re just tired of it all. You take a deep breath, close your eyes and reply, “His name is Philip Lawrence”. Those 5 words lifted a weight off of your shoulders that you have carried for 8 months. You are finally free. “So, you’re not even going to deny it? You’re telling me right now, over the phone that you are having an affair? I don’t fucking believe this!!” You aren’t sure how you feel right now. You are upset that your husband had to find out this way but you are happy that you no longer have to lie. “I don’t fucking believe this! YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING BITCH!!”, he yells. “Look, I’m not doing this over the phone. We’ll talk when I get home”, you reply, surprisingly calm. Phil walks in and sits beside you. Smiling, he rubs your back. Your husband continues yelling. “Ha! So you think you’re just gonna stay there fucking him, then come home like nothing happened? You are outta your God damned mind!” “You need to calm down. I’m hanging up. We will discuss it when I get home!” You can feel your temper begin to rise. “HOME?! YOU DON’T HAVE A HOME TO COME TO YOU TRIFILIN BITCH!!” You can no longer contain your anger and Phil can sense it. “HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME THAT WAY?! I am the mother of your children…”. He cuts you off, “The mother of my children?! The mother of my children wouldn’t be fucking another man. YOU WILL NEVER SEE MY CHILDREN AGAIN!”. You are so angry you begin to tremble. You can’t speak. Tears are filling your eyes as your husband continues yelling so loudly that Phil can’t help but overhear.  “You can’t...you can’t…”, you try to speak but your voice is trembling and the words just won’t come. Phil’s eyes begin to narrow. He takes the phone from you, “Look man, I understand you’re upset right now but I’m NOT going to sit here and let you talk to Nikki like this. Now calm the fuck down!” Phil kisses your forehead and continues to rub your back. “WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?”, your husband yells. “Who the fuck do you think it is?!”, Phil spits back. “You got some fucking nerve. You lucky I don’t punch you in your fucking face right now!”, your husband threatens. You try to speak, “Philip, hang up...just hang up”. “You want at me? Fine but you gonna leave Nikki outta this!” You can tell it’s about to get ugly. Phil starts, “Bring your bitch ass down here then! I’m at the…”, you grab the phone before Phil could finish his sentence and end the call. “Why’d you do that? Let him bring his ass down here if he wants to. He’s NOT going to yell at you or threaten you. I’ll make sure of that!” Phil gets up and paces the floor. He’s mumbling incoherently under his breath. You are trembling, rocking back and forth on the edge of the bed. The reality of what just happened hits you like a ton of bricks and you begin to sob uncontrollably holding your head in your hands. Phil runs over to you and kneels at your feet. He places his forehead on yours and just rubs your back. “Baby Girl, it’s gonna be ok. I promise.”

It’s day break and you feel like you have been in a fight for your life. You didn’t sleep at all. Your eyes are swollen and red. You look like shit...ran over twice...then set on fire. Phil is sleeping next to you. You don’t wanna wake him so you slowly roll out of bed and head to the living area. Bruno is making breakfast in the kitchen. You are caught off guard by his presence. You look terrible and don’t want B to see you like this but before you can turn back you hear, “Nikki! Oh my God Nikki! I AM SO SORRY!! I had NO idea you were in there with Phil. I...just...I guess...I wasn’t thinking!!!” He rubs his head full of curls and paces back and forth in front of you. You manage to whisper, “It’s ok. It’s better that he knows.” Bruno walks over and holds you tight. He caresses your face. Seeing your red, swollen eyes, he kisses them and asks, “Did you sleep at all?”. You shake your head no. He kisses your forehead and holds you tighter. He whispers in your left ear, “You know I would NEVER do anything to hurt you Nikki. You know how I feel about you”. You look up at him, searching his eyes for meaning. “Nikki, I…”, before he can finish his sentence, Phil opens the bedroom door and shouts, “Good morning!”. You back away from B as Phil walks over to the two of you. Phil bumps Bruno out of the way and grabs you. He kisses you and holds you tight. “Good morning Baby Girl. How are you feeling? Did you sleep?” Bruno takes the hint as Phil shoots him a stern glance. He backs up. “I’ma start some coffee”, Bruno says walking into the kitchen, “Y’all want?”. “Yes, please”, you respond, holding Phil tight. Phil ignores Bruno. “I fixed breakfast. Yo brauh, want me to fix you a plate? Nikki?”. “No thanks Bruno. I’m not really hungry”, you reply. Phil is irritated, you can tell. He doesn’t reply. Bruno asks again, “Phil, you hungry man?” You look up at Phil and whisper, “He’s just trying to help. That’s all”. After a long pause, Phil turns his head to face B. “Yeah, I’ll take something. What you make?” You can see the look of relief wash across Bruno’s face. He smiles. “Eggs, bacon, pancakes and home fries. I gots it all!!”, he jokes. “A’ight then. I’ll take it all”, Phil responds. Turning his attention back to you, he asks, “So Baby Girl, what do you wanna do today?” You give him a half smile as Bruno hands you your coffee. “Nothing. I think I’ll just hang out here. I know you have a lot to get done for the party tomorrow night.” You walk to the balcony and just sit, looking out over the ocean. The sound of the waves hitting the shore always calms you. Phil walks out with his plate FULL of food. He kneels in front of you, “You have to eat something”, he says holding a fork full of eggs in front of your face. You push it away. You are silent as you continue to look out over the ocean. “Ok, so you wanna be alone, huh? How about I go run my errands and I’ll check in on you periodically?” You still don’t respond. You hear him, you just don’t know what to say. He gets the hint, kisses your forehead and goes back inside. A little while later, Bruno pops his head out to say he’s leaving. “Call me if you need me, ok?” You look at him and force a smile. A few minutes later, Phil comes out looking sexy as hell and smelling like heaven. Your panties are instantly soaked as he kneels down to kiss you. He wraps his arms around you and your body trembles. “I got some stuff to do but if you need me, call me, text me whatever and I’m right back here. Ok?” You smile. He looks into your eyes and asks again, “Ok?” “Ok”, you respond. He kisses your forehead as he stands to leave.

It’s been about an hour that you’ve been sitting alone on the balcony. The last 12 hours are weighing heavy on you so you decide to take a nice warm bath and soak away your sorrows. Phil has been texting you nonstop asking how you’re doing. You finally text back, ‘gonna tak a bath then try 2 nap. TTYL’.  You draw your bath and ease into the tub. ‘Ah, this feels good’, you think to yourself. You keep hearing your husbands voice yelling in your head. Tears fall like rain as you sit in the tub. You hear the front door open. You hide your face so Phil doesn’t see how upset you are. The bathroom door opens and closes. You hear footsteps stop at the tub.  Hands begin to massage your shoulders. They aren’t Phil’s. You look up, it’s Bruno. “You are so tense”, he says rubbing your shoulders with those thick fingers. “Bruno. I don’t think this is a good idea”, you say removing his hands from your shoulders. He looks hurt. He kneels by the tub, grabs your sponge and begins to wipe you down. You grab his hand. “Bruno, don’t. Please”, you beg. I mean you have enough going on right now, you don’t need him to confuse things more. Bruno stands, “Fine”, he says throwing the sponge down into the tub. He slams the door as he leaves. You can tell he’s pissed. You feel bad so you decide to get out and try to explain. You wrap the towel around you and open the bathroom door. Bruno is standing at the door almost as if he was waiting for you. You jump, startled to see him. Bruno smirks, grabs your waist and pulls you close. You look up at him and he kisses you. His tongue wastes no time exploring yours. You can feel heat and wetness immediately between your legs. He looks at you and smiles. He unwraps your towel and lets it drop to the floor. Caressing your ass, he begins kissing your neck. You rub that carrot, anxiously awaiting it’s release. He pushes you into the bedroom and lays you gently on the bed. You help him remove his clothes as he strokes your right thigh. He lays his warm, butter pecanrican body on top of you and that carrot slowly enters your warm desire. You inhale sharply realizing that you are still a little sore. Bruno slowly thrusts in and out of your love. You feel wetness running down your legs from the pleasure. You moan in ecstasy. He’s never taken his time like this before. He moans lightly in your right ear and whispers, “let me make love to you”. You don’t care what he calls it, you just don’t want it to stop. His arms wrap tightly around you as he slowly rocks back and forth inside your love. You wrap your legs around him and push your wetness onto his carrot. More wetness runs down your thighs. B starts to kiss your neck and shoulders. He moves down to your chest and begins sucking your right breast as he caresses your thighs and grinds deeper and slower than before. You can feel that warm pulsation simmering in your love. Every thrust is causing that pulsation to grow stronger and stronger. You arch your back as a wave of pleasure comes over you. Bruno’s hand caresses the small of your back as he kisses your neck. “Mmmmm”, escapes your lips as that carrot teases that growing fire in your desire. B whispers, “I love how you feel in my arms”, as his pace quickens slightly. You can feel him tighten up a little. He looks deep into your eyes and smiles then kisses you. Lightly at first then with more passion as his pace quickens even more. He nibbles on your right ear and caresses your left breast as that carrot strokes your love. You grip the sheets to prepare for the massive orgasm brewing but he interlaces his hands in yours, looks into your eyes and smiles. You can hold it no longer. You come hard squeezing his hands and moaning in his ear. He smiles and kisses you. Licking his lips, he quickens his pace and you can feel him jerk inside of you. His sexy moans let you know he’s about to come. He thrusts again and let’s out that sexy growl that causes your juices to flow. His love paints the walls of your desire as he collapses on your chest. You are smiling as you wrap your arms around him and drift off to sleep.

You feel a hand on your back. You smile, “Mmmmmm. Hey, baby”, you start to say thinking it’s Bruno. As you turn over you see Phil smiling at you, “Hey yourself Baby Girl.” You are a little startled. Sitting up you smile and say, “So, did you finish all your errands?”, as you look around for any sign of Bruno. “Yup! Everything is all set for tomorrow.” “Great!”, you say smiling. Phil climbs in bed next to you, wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck. You are praying that you don’t smell like Bruno. You can feel that python pressing hard against your back. ‘Oh my God! I can’t. I’m so sore still!’, you think to yourself. Phil begins to rub your thighs and you know what he wants. You decide to be honest...partially. You turn to Phil and say, “Baby, I can’t. I’m still a little sore. I’m sorry.” He smiles and kisses your forehead. “Not a problem. I don’t have to be inside you to make you come...” 

“Happy Birthday Baby!”, you say waking Phil with a kiss. “So, how’s it feel to be an old man?” He grabs you and rolls you onto the bed playfully tickling you. “You got jokes today, huh?” You smile. “I made you breakfast baby come on.” You drag him out the bedroom door to the sounds of, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” Bruno and the band all stopped by to say a quick happy birthday to Phil before the party tonight. “Wow! Thanks guys. This means a lot.” Everyone is grubbing on your banging ass breakfast buffet as Bruno makes his way next to you. “How are you?”, he whispers piling bacon on his plate. You whisper back, “I’m fine. When did you leave?” He smiles moving to the egg station, “About a half hour after you fell asleep. I didn’t have the heart to wake you...after I put you to sleep.” You smile as you feel yourself blush. Everyone is heading out after Phil’s birthday breakfast. “Thanks again y’all. I better see every last one of you tonight too!”, Phil says smiling. He closes the door and says, “Wow! I was not expecting that this morning! Thank you Baby Girl. That really made my day.” He wraps his arms around your hips. You smile. You are happy for the first time since the shit hit the fan. Your happiness is short lived as you hear Brown Skin by India Ire blare from your phone. It’s your husband. You just stare at the phone. Your heart drops. Phil can feel your mood change. “Don’t answer it”, he says holding you tighter and kissing the top of your head. You break his embrace and sit on the couch. Phil follows you. Your phone rings again. You glance in it’s direction. Phil gets up and turns off your phone. He returns to find you sobbing silently. He holds you. “Baby, it’s gonna be ok”. You really want to believe him but you don’t. “I’m a bad person. I’m no better than he is”, you say through a steady stream of tears. “Don’t say that! You are a good person with a kind heart. He hurt you and you forgave him. It takes a special person to do that”. You realize you are being selfish. ‘Today his birthday. I shouldn’t make it about me.’ You pull yourself together and put on a fake smile for your man. “Ok baby”, you say smiling. Phil smirks, he knows your bullshitting him and he let’s you. You check the clock. “I’m heading out to get myself beautiful for your party tonight”. You wipe your face and look for your handbag. Phil grabs your hands. Rising from the couch, he kisses your lips softly then brushes the hair from your face. “In that case, you don’t have to do a damn thing”, he says giving you that wide grin. You have to smile at his corny attempt at flattery. You kiss him as you head for the door, “I’ll see you later baby”. “Hold up!”, he says running to catch you. “Here”, he hands you his Visa, “Go crazy. You deserve it”. You smile, kiss him and pull out your own Visa. “I’m good”, you wink stepping into the elevator.

Phil looks amazing in his La Coste. You couldn’t keep your hands off him in the hotel and things aren’t much different in limo. You sit so close to him you feel the heat radiate from his body. You cross your ‘best asset’ so that he can’t help but notice them. “You look gorgeous Baby Girl”, he whispers in your ear caressing your thighs. Just as you lean in for a kiss, your phone rings. ‘Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin…’. It’s your husband...again. Phil goes into your bag and turns your phone off. It’s too late. Your mood has been completely changed. The limo arrives. You put on your happy face as you and Phil pose for numerous pictures. By the time you get inside, you are NOT in the partying mood. You smile and play the role as Phil’s ‘Lady’ but all you can think about is the fact that your marriage is probably ending. Phil can sense your mood. He doesn’t say a word. He just leads you to the dance floor as Mirrors by Justin Timberlake plays. “Remember the first time I sang this to you?”, he whispers in your ear smiling. You smile thinking about the first night you met Phil in DC, after the concert. He holds your hands and begins to dance. He’s being his usual silly self trying to make you laugh. The end of the song plays and he begins to sing to you, “Now you’re the inspiration for this precious song and I just wanna see your face light up since you put me on. So now I say good bye to the old me, it’s already gone. And I can’t wait, wait, wait, wait, wait to get you home...” You can’t help but blush as the crowd separates and watches the two of you in the center of the dance floor. He holds you close as you both two step to the beat. You look up and smile at this man who holds your heart in his hands. You both continue dancing as JT sings. Phil spins you around and you can’t help but laugh out loud. His face suddenly looks serious as he begins to sing, “You are, you are the love of my life” and drops to his knees in front of you. You stop in disbelief. You hear murmurs of, “Awe” and “Oh my God that’s so sweet”, sweep through the crowd. He grabs both of your hands in his, looks up into your eyes and continues, “You are, you are the love of my life”. Tears are filling your eyes as he repeats those words over and over. You feel his sincerity and caress his face. Standing as the song ends, he holds you, stares deep into your eyes and says, “I love you”. He kisses you so passionately, you feel like you two are the only people in the room. The crowd’s applause breaks the trance between you two. He smiles at you and leads you off the floor.

You can barely get into the hotel room before Phil pulls your dress up to your hips as he kisses you. You are out of breath from the foreplay in the limo but can’t wait to feel that python inside of you. You kick off your heels as Phil gets naked faster than inmate released for a conjugal visit. He stares deeply into your eyes as he sets you on the arm of the couch and spreads your legs. He drops to his knees and starts to lick that second set of lips, wet and throbbing for attention. You grab his head and push it deeper onto your clit as he licks and sucks. He grabs your thighs and you fall back onto the couch moaning as he takes you to paradise with every lick of his tongue. Your juices are squirting all over him as you come hard. He licks his lips and pulls you back up onto the arm of the couch. Without warning, he forces that python into your love. He starts thrusting, slowly at first. “Am I hurting you?”, he whispers in your ear. You caress his ears, smirk and say, “Hurt me…” He smiles and grinds that python into your love. You scream with delight. His hands are caressing the small of your back as you arch it. You grip the couch and push yourself back and forth on his python. Phil is moaning. You smile. His pace quickens and you suddenly feel a fire erupt in your love. “Oh...Oh…”, is all you can say as you feel yourself come at the same time his warm wetness erupts inside you. He just holds you for awhile, staring into your eyes. You rest your head on his chest and listen to your favorite song...his heartbeat.

While packing your suitcase, you can’t help but break down and cry. You know exactly what you are facing when you get home. You feel numb and can’t get your hands to close your suitcase. “Baby Girl, what’s wrong?”, Phil asks as he zips your suitcase for you. You look up at him as you ask sarcastically, “Are you serious?”. He lowers his head. “You know what I have to go home to Philip. What do you think is wrong?” He sits next to you on the bed and wraps his arm around your shoulders. He kisses your temple then gets up and proceeds to pack a bag. You are a little confused. “Philip, what are you doing?” “Packing”, he says without looking away from his suitcase. You raise your eyebrow and ask, “Where are you going?”. “With you”, he says calmly, still not looking away from his suitcase. You chuckle. “No really, where are you going?”. He stops packing this time, turns to look at you and says, “I’m going with you”. You pop up. “You can’t Philip!” He chuckles, “I’m a grown man Baby Girl, I can do what I want.” He turns around and continues to pack. You grab his right shoulder and plead, “Philip, you can’t come with me. You are just going to make things worse. Please…” Phil gets up and holds you in his arms. Kissing your forehead he calmly says, “I don’t trust this nigga right now. If you’re alone with him, I don’t know what he may do but I know if I’m there, he ain’t gon do shit!” He kisses your forehead again and finishes packing his suitcase. Zipping it he stands and says. “You ready?”.

The plane lands at BWI. You are so nervous that you can’t speak. Walking to pick up the car, Phil asks, “Are you ok?”. You look like a dear caught in the headlights. You can’t get your feet to move. He holds you and whispers, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere”.  You can’t think let alone talk so Phil just puts your address in the GPS. The drive home seems longer than usual. Your mind is racing with all sorts of thoughts. ‘What if the kids are there?’ ‘What is he gonna do when he sees Phil?’ Nausea sets in and you think your going to vomit. You ask Phil to pull over. “What’s wrong?”, he asks concerned. You jump outta the car and fall to your knees in the grass along the side of I-95 North. He rubs your back. “I think I’m gonna be sick”, you manage to say. You are surprised that he smiles. “It’s ok. I understand.” He just sits in the grass with you, rubs your back and brushes the hair from your face until the wave of nausea passes. You collect yourself and get back into the car. Before you know it, you are sitting outside of your house. Your mind is racing and your body is numb. You can’t move one muscle. Phil opens the car door and suddenly you can move again. “Where are you going?!”, you say grabbing his arm. “Well, I’ll be damned if I sit here all night”, he says. “Please Philip, let me go in alone. I’ll be fine. He won’t hurt me.” He stares at you as your eyes plead for him to let you handle this. “Fine”, he says closing the door. “But if I hear anything I’m breaking that fucking door down!”. You take a deep breath, say a small prayer for strength and protection and get out of the car. You look back at Phil as you walk up your driveway. You get to the door and notice the locks look different. ‘Nah’, you think. ‘No way he changed the locks. My name is on this house too.’ You try your key and it doesn’t work. You feel tears brimming in your eyes. Philip sees you having problems with the door and jumps out of the car. You gesture for him to stay put as you hear someone unlocking the door. Your heart races and the nausea is back. You step back as your husband opens the door, steps onto the porch and closes the door behind him. You glance inside quickly to see if the kids are inside. You feel a little relief when don’t see them. “The kids are with my Mom for a while”, he says reading your mind. “What are you doing here?”, he asks crossing his arms. “We need to talk”, you respond as calmly as you can. “There ain’t shit to talk about. So goodbye”, he turns to leave. “No, wait” you plead as you grab his arm. He pulls it away, “DON’T FUCKIN TOUCH ME”, he yells as you stumble back. Phil jumps out of the car and is at your side in the blink of an eye. “Nikki, Baby Girl, you ok?”, Phil whispers placing his arms around you. Your husband looks confused for a moment then smiles. “So, it’s you! I knew I didn’t like your ass when I met you in the Bahamas. I should’ve known it was you.” Your husband steps closer to Phil and uncrosses his arms. Philip lets you go and pushes you behind him. He steps toward your husband and plants his feet firmly on the porch. You plead once more, “Look, let’s just go inside and discuss this civilly like adults”. “There is nothing to discuss and you are NOT coming in my house!” Phil steps closer to your husband and says, “This is her house too, legally you can’t keep her out.” “Who the fuck was talking to you?” Your husband says getting up in Phil’s face. You can feel the tension building so you try to squeeze between them but Phil won’t let you. He keeps pushing you behind him. They both just stand on the porch staring at each other. You try again, “Look. If you don’t want to talk right now, fine. Just please let me get some things so I can get a hotel room or something. This is my house too, you can’t keep me out”, you say walking toward the door. Your husband blocks your way. You try to go around him but he pushes you back. Phil jumps in between the two of you and pushes your husband, “DON’T TOUCH HER”. Surprised, your husband stumbles back. Your husband regains his balance and swings at Phil, hitting him on his left eye. Phil punches him back with a hard right to your husbands left jaw. You are beside yourself screaming, “STOP! OH MY GOD!! PLEASE STOP!” You feel helpless as your husband punches Phil in his stomach. Tears fill your eyes as you see Phil bend over in pain. Your husband uses this opportunity to hit and kick him repeatedly as Phil falls to the ground. You run to Phil’s aid and push your husband off of him. “Baby are you ok?”, you ask desperately trying to triage him on your front lawn. Your husband catches you off guard, grabs you and throws you off to the side. You hit the ground hard. You are stunned for a moment. You feel dizzy. ‘Did I hit my head?’, you wonder touching a painful area on the side of your forehead. You remove your hand and notice blood on your fingertips. Phil glances over and see’s you bleeding as your husband is yelling at him to get his ‘bitch ass up’. Phil jumps up and grabs your husband by his collar and throws him to the ground HARD. “I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH HER!!”, he yells punching your husband’s face and body repeatedly. You are stumbling trying to make your way over to them when your two neighbors run by you. One pulls Phil off your husband and restrains him while the other helps your husband up and restrains him. The entire neighborhood is watching this Jerry Springer-like fiasco take place in front of your house. You are too dizzy and pissed to even care. Your legs are feeling weak as you walk toward Phil. You feel funny. “Nikki, are you alright?”, you hear multiple voices asking. Everything is blurry and you feel very lightheaded. You hear Phil’s voice yell, “Nikki…”, as everything goes black.