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.

Suspicion

It’s your last day in the Bahamas and your kids want to spend it in the pool. You, your husband and your kids all head down to the pool for a day of fun in the sun. Once you get to the pool area, you see Ryan walk by. He looks up and smiles at you but doesn’t say a word. Your heart stops. ‘Shit! If Ryan is here that means Bruno is here too! Fuck!!’, you think to yourself. Before you can finish your thought, you hear your daughter gasp, “MOMMY!! Look!! It’s Bruno Mars!!”. Your husband looks in B’s direction and confirms, “Ha! That is him isn’t it?! Wow, that’s crazy!”. Your mind is racing and you can’t seem to put a single thought together, let alone any words to make a coherent sentence.You continue walking to the FAR end of the pool. “Mommy don’t you want his autograph? I can get it for you”, she says sweetly. “That’s ok Sweet Pea. I think he’s busy”, you say noticing Bruno, Phil and all the rest of the boys looking in your direction and smiling. You are feeling nauseous. “No he’s not Mommy. He’s just sitting there. I’ll go get it for you!”, she says as she takes off running toward Bruno. You grab for her but it’s too late, she’s half way there. Bruno meets her and squats down to talk to her as your heart is pounding. You notice Phil walk over and begin to speak to her as well. Your daughter turns to point at you and you WANT TO DIE! You turn to see your husband’s reaction to all of this. He is just sitting in his chair and smiling. You turn back around and nearly vomit as you see both Bruno and Phil making their way toward you and your family, each holding your daughters hand. She is smiling from ear to ear. You want to run or hide but your legs won’t move. All you can do is sit on the edge of your seat and pray. “Mommy! Look who I found!”, your daughter says proudly. Bruno looks at you and says, “Hi!”, smiling he continues, “You have such a sweet, beautiful little girl.” You just smile and cut a quick glance at Phil who is NOT trying to hide the fact that he is staring at you. “Thanks man!”, your husband says standing up and extending his hand for a shake. “I like your music but my wife, Nicole, is a big fan of yours. No...wait...what do you call it...a hooligan. Right Nick?”. You want to DIE but all you can do is smile. Phil moves closer to you and says, “Hi beautiful, my name is Philip Lawrence. I produce and write with Bruno and I sing in the band.” He extends his hand toward you but you are frozen. Your husband rubs your shoulders, “Kitten are you ok?” You look up at Phil as he smiles, “Kitten? Ha! Ha! I like that”, he says looking at your husband then immediately back to you. “Yeah, I’ve been calling her that since high school.” “REALLY? High school sweethearts then huh?”, Phil asks. “Yup”, you say finally finding your voice. “Bruno, can my Mommy have your autograph? And your’s too. She REALLY likes your songs too!”, your daughter says looking from Bruno to Phil. “Of course!” Phil says squatting down next to you. He places his hand on your right knee and looks directly into your eyes, “Where would you like me to sign beautiful?” You refuse to look at him. “Um, hold on, here’s a brochure you can sign,” your husband says handing it to Phil. Bruno is signing an autograph for your daughter while your husband takes their picture. Phil uses this opportunity to get closer and whisper “You look amazing Baby Girl. I wanna see you before you leave.” You shoot him a stern look. “What the hell are you doing?!”, you whisper moving his hand from your knee. Your husband looks over at you and says, “Ok Kitten your turn. Come on and get a pic with Bruno.” “Yeah come on ‘Kitten’ let’s take a picture”, Bruno says with a sly smile. You walk over and stand next to B. He tightly wraps his left arm around your waist, looks at you and says, “Ok, say Hooligans!” You smile and pray this shit is over soon. You can feel Phil’s eyes on you as he sits talking to your daughter. “Mommy can I take a picture with Mr. Phil too?” “Uh, I guess honey. You have to ask Mr. Phil. I’m sure he’s busy…” Phil cuts you off before you can finish. “Of course sweetie. I’d love to take a picture with you and your beautiful Mommy.” He smiles, touching your left arm gently. Your body trembles. Phil stands next to you and you feel weak. His right hip is pressed tightly against your left hip as his arm wraps around your waist. Your heart is racing and your swimsuit bottoms are soaked. Your daughter is in front of the both of you smiling HARD. “Say cheese!”, your husband says snapping the pic. As soon as the picture is taken you quickly step away from Phil. “Thanks guys. I appreciate you coming over. I really enjoy your music. I know you are very busy so I don’t wanna keep you.” You are praying your husband doesn’t notice how hot, bothered and nervous you are. “No problem. Nice meeting you!” Bruno says smiling and winking at you as he walks back. “It was my pleasure beautiful”, Phil says caressing your right hand in his. Your heart drops as he walks up to your husband. “You are a very lucky man. Your kids are adorable and your wife is beautiful.” They both look back at you. “Thank you.” your husband replies. Phil smiles at you as he walks back slowly. ‘That was close’, you think as you lay back on the chaise. Putting your sunglasses on and ear plugs in, you exhale slowly.

You can’t focus over dinner. That earlier encounter between your husband, your lover and your side piece has set your nerves on edge. You can’t seem to calm down. “Kitten, what’s wrong?”, asks your husband. “Huh?!”, you jump as he touches your hand. “Oh, nothing. I’m fine”, you lie. “I think I just need some fresh air. I’ll be back.”. You get up and head out the door. Your mind is racing as you walk through the lobby. You don’t even see Bruno sitting on the patio as you walk by but he sees you. He watches as you walk toward the beach then quickly follows behind you. Your feet barely touch the sand when you feel a hand on the small of your back. You turn and Bruno grabs your hips, pulling you close. You push him away. “Are you crazy!! What the hell was that earlier today?! That shit wasn’t funny!” You say hitting him on his chest with your fist. He laughs, “Awe, don’t be mad. Come here ‘Kitten’”, he says playfully as he reaches for you. You smack him across his face. He’s stunned. “DON’T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT!”, you snap at him. The two of you just stand there staring at each other as the red mark on Bruno’s left cheek grows redder by the second. Finally, you turn to leave. Bruno watches you for a moment then follows in pursuit. “Nikki, wait!”, you hear him call. You keep walking towards a long jetty extending out into the ocean. He catches you and turns you to face him. You refuse to look at him. “Look Nikki, I’m sorry about earlier. It was a little awkward. Let me make it up to you”, he says lifting your chin and kissing you. He pushes you against the jetty and you can feel the heat from that carrot creating moisture in your panties. Pushing him away (reluctantly) you say, “I have to go.” He grabs your right wrist, “Can’t you stay for a few minutes?”, he asks tracing your hips with his fingertips. ‘Ugh!! God help me!’, you think as your desire is throbbing in your panties. He smiles sensing your change of heart. He leads you into the ocean. It’s sunset so the water has cooled which hardens your nipples immediately. He pulls you close to his warm body. Your dress is floating providing easy access to his prize. You begin to pull off his shorts as he is ripping your panties off. You laugh, “Ambitious are we?” “You’re leaving tomorrow and I don’t know when I’ll see you again. I like our time together”, he says smiling than kissing you. He easily lifts you onto his stiff carrot. You are floating, rocking back and forth as he holds your hips and thrusts slowly inside your desire. You wrap your arms around his neck and slowly push your desire onto his stiffness. He smiles as he leans you against the jetty and begins to bang the walls of your love as his lips kiss your neck. You can feel that warm pulsation starting to grow. Bruno starts to moan, “Mmmmm”, and you know he’s about to come. You wrap your legs around him and begin to jump up and down on his carrot until you hear him growl and feel his warm wet love inside your desire. You kiss him and smile. He continues to hold you tight, staring deep into your eyes. You don’t like how he’s looking at you so you break free from his embrace and walk toward shore. You sit on the sand catching your breath and wait for your clothes to dry. Bruno sits next to you. You lay back on the sand and relax with your arms folded behind your head. Bruno does the same but turns to face you. Smiling he strokes your face with his hand and whispers, “Now I understand why he loves you.” You shoot straight up. “What the hell are you talking about Bruno?” “Nothing. I’m just saying, I can understand why Phil loves you. You’re such a cool person. You’re so sweet and down to earth. Besides, Nikki you gotta admit, we are VERY good together”, he says tracing your thigh with his index finger. You just smile. “I mean...I know you and Phil have your thing but…”, his voice trails off. Your eyes grow wide. ‘What the hell is he trying to say?’, you wonder. “Bruno…”, you start to say but before you can finish, he caresses your face and kisses you like he never has before. You are in shock. You both stare at each other in silence. Clearing his throat he continues, “Like I said, I know you and Phil have your thing but...I...um….I...uh...just know that...I care about you too Nikki.” He kisses you softly on your lips and walks back toward the hotel. You sit in the sand speechless.

You are exhausted, mentally and physically. You didn’t sleep at all last night. Your mind couldn’t stop thinking about what Bruno said to you on the beach and Phil texted you all night. You and your family are waiting in the lobby for the shuttle to take you to the airport when your text alarms again. It’s Phil, ‘GM Baby Girl. I got ur coffee. I no u need it. Im around the corner.’ You need to see him before you get on that plane. “Honey, I’m going to get some coffee. I’ll be right back. Do you want anything?” “Nah, I’m good. Thanks.” You walk quickly around the corner. Phil immediately grabs your waist and pulls you into him kissing you passionately. “Good morning Baby Girl”, he says smiling at you. “Good morning baby”, you say blushing. Phil hands you your coffee, “Tall, carmel machiatto, no foam, whip. Right?” You smile sipping the liquid heaven in your hands, “Right! Thank you.” Silence falls between the two of you. “Nikki, you know my birthday is in a few weeks. I’m having a big party in Miami. I’ll send you your airline ticket.”  “Phil, I can’t just up and leave when you want me. I’m not your personal call girl.” “I know and I didn’t mean it like that. You know that! I just need the woman I love with me on my birthday. Can’t you get away? Tell him it’s a girls weekend or something”, he says caressing your left hand. Before you can respond your husband comes around the corner. He stops as he sees Phil standing in front of you holding your hand. “Kitten. Uh, the shuttle is here”, he says eyeing Phil. You snatch your hand away from Phil and say, “Oh, ok. Look who I ran into.” Phil walks up to your husband and extends his hand to shake, “Good to see you again, man.” Your husband looks Phil up and down and steps away saying, “Kitten we need to go, NOW!” Your husband is watching your every move so you won’t be able to say goodbye to Phil the way you want to. “Well, Nikki…”, Phil says extending his arms, “It was nice to meet you.” He hugs you tight. You are afraid to move as your husband is watching you. Phil whispers in your ear. “I love you Baby Girl. Have a safe flight. Call me when you get home.” You see your husband walking toward you and Phil and break the embrace. Walking away you respond, “It was nice meeting you too.” You grab your husbands hand and smile at him. Kissing him gently you say, “Come on honey, let’s go.” Your husband is still staring at Phil like he wants to say something. Your heart is racing. You turn to look at Phil. He waves at you then walks away. Looking at you, your husband says, “I don’t like him. Something about him. The way he looks at you. I don’t like it.” You force a laugh, “Ha! What are you talking about? He was just being nice to a fan.” “Nah, I know that look. He wasn’t just being nice.” 

It’s been about 2 weeks since you’ve been home from the Bahamas and Phil has called or texted you almost every day since you got home. Your husband is beginning to get annoyed with all the constant texting. “Look Kitten, I know you and your twitter friends are pretty close because of all this Bruno stuff but this is getting ridiculous. Your phone is buzzing CONSTANTLY!” “I’m sorry honey. It’s just that Courtney…”, your husband interrupts you mid sentence. Throwing up his hands, he interjects, “UGH!! Courtney, It’s always Courtney!” Getting angry, you respond, “Well, if you’d let me finish I could explain.” He plops on the couch and gestures for you to continue. “Court is getting married in a few weeks and her bachelorette party is next weekend. It’s a hooligan themed party in Miami so she’s inviting all of her close twitter friends to help her celebrate. I already have my flight booked. I’m leaving Thursday afternoon and I’ll be back on Tuesday afternoon.” Your heart is racing and your hands are trembling. “REALLY?!” he says surprised. He stands and begins to pace. “And when were your going to tell me? I mean I AM your husband. Or have you forgotten?” You are getting pissed and you are beginning to get annoyed with his tone. “Well, I’m telling you now. I already made arrangements for the kids to stay with my Mom while I’m gone. And when have you ever cared where I go with my girls? I’ve been to Miami ALONE before and you could have cared less. Why are you upset about it now?” Your text alarms again. It’s Phil. ‘So wen r u flyn n?’, he asks. Your husband snatches the phone from your hand. You are so startled that you just stand there for a second. You snatch your phone back. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” you yell. “Oh, so now your texts are secret, huh? I can’t see your text messages?” Your nerves are on edge and your blood is boiling. You promised never to bring up his infidelity but you’re about to break that promise. “Ok. You wanna wanna talk about secret text messages? I couldn’t even HAND you your FUCKIN phone for 3 YEARS because some bitch was texting or calling you constantly. You wanna talk about that SHIT?” Your husband stares at you in silence. “Fine. Go to Miami. Do whatever the hell you want. I don’t care.” You feel like shit for what you just did but it doesn’t stop you from heading upstairs to pack.

You step off the plane and walk briskly up the tunnel. You can’t wait to feel Phil’s arms around your waist. As you enter the gate you scan the crowd for your boo but can’t seem to find him anywhere. You turn your phone on and see a text from Phil. ‘Sorry Baby Girl. Cant pic u up. Bruno will bring u 2 my suite. C u soon. Love u’. Your heart stops. ‘No, not Bruno’, you think to yourself. You haven’t seen or talked to B since that night on the beach. You look up from your phone and Bruno is standing right in front of you. “Hey”, is all he says smiling. You don’t know what to say so you respond with the same, “Hey”. You gather your stuff and head to the car. The awkward silence between the two of you is deafening. You turn on the radio and “Get Lucky” blasts through the speakers. You turn and smile at each other as you both proceed to sing and dance down the highway. You reach the Ritz-Carlton, South Beach. Bruno valets the car but tells you to stay in your seat. He hops out the car and all you see are bulbs flashing and paparazzi everywhere. You are shaking. ‘Oh my God! I can’t be in any of these pictures. What the hell am I going to do?’ You see Dre come to your door. He opens an umbrella and grabs you out of the car. You can’t see a thing as Dre practically carries you to the elevator. You are pushed inside with Bruno and the elevator doors close. You are standing in the corner of the elevator shaking and crying. That was the scariest thing you’ve ever experienced. Bruno walks over and holds you tight in his arms. You hold him just as tight. “I’m sorry about that Nikki. Are you ok?” He looks down at you with concern, still holding you tight. His warm embrace has helped you stopped shaking. “I’m a little better. Thank you. I wasn’t expecting that at all. I appreciate what you did down there.” Bruno just smiles as the elevator doors open into Phil’s suite. You are expecting to see Phil but you don’t. You call out, “Phil! Baby I’m here!” but there is no response. Standing close to you Bruno says, “He must still be out.” You turn to face Bruno. Looking up at him you know what he’s thinking because you are thinking it too. He gently strokes your arms. You lower your head trying to hide the fact that your panties are drenched. He places his hands under your hair and caresses your face. “You straightened your hair”, he whispers, “I like it”. He kisses you ever so softly. For the first time, his tongue kisses yours. Your heart skips a beat as he grabs your hips and pulls you into him. You are floating Heaven High until you hear the elevator. You push B away just as the elevator doors open and Phil emerges. You run to him. He drops his bags and holds you tight. He kisses you and says, “I’m so glad you’re here Baby Girl. I missed you.” Bruno is still standing in the same spot watching the interaction between you and Phil. He walks toward the elevator to leave. Phil stops him, “Thanks for taking care of Nikki for me. Dre told me what you did.” “No need to thank me. I’d do anything for her”, he says as he steps on the elevator. He smiles at you as the door closes.

Phil seemed to ignore Bruno’s last comment but you can’t. Your thoughts are interrupted as Phil picks you up and spins you around. “Come here Baby Girl!” he says playfully as you both land on the couch. You just lay your head on his chest and listen to the rhythm of his heart. It’s one of the few things in this world that calms you. You can feel the heat radiating from that python as it’s begging to be set free from his shorts. Phil starts to stroke your thighs and unbutton your shorts. “Wait, baby. I’m so dirty. I’ve been traveling all day”, you say sitting up realizing you might smell like Bruno. He smiles, “Ok. I’m not exactly clean either. Let’s hit the shower.” You take his hand as he leads you to the largest bathroom you’ve ever seen in a hotel. He starts the water running then begins to undress you. You return the favor and undress him leaving kisses everywhere you go. “Mmmmm”, he moans as you leave kisses on your favorite piece of dark chocolate. He leads you into the shower. You push him against the wall and finish what you started. You place that chocolate bar in your mouth and suck like you are dying of thirst and it’s the last bottle of water on earth. You place your hand around the base of that python and begin to lick up and down the shaft ever so slowly. Phil’s moans are so loud you smile. You are encouraged so you start to tease the tip of that python with your tongue. You can feel him tighten up and taste a little pre-cum slide down his shaft. “Ughhhh! Nah. Hold up”, me moans pulling you up. “I want to be inside you.” He picks you up and places you on that python. With your back against the wall, he starts to grind slowly inside his happy place. He is moaning so loudly it’s causing your juices to drip onto his hardness. “Mmmmm. So you missed me”, you say nibbling on his right ear. He just smiles. “DAMN!” he moans as he begins to grind deeper and deeper. You feel that warm pulsation quickly turn to fire as you come screaming, “Phil! Oh God Phil I missed you.” He holds you tight as you stand, legs shaking. “Come here” he commands. You can’t speak and can barely walk but you obey as that python has you mesmerized. Phil places your hands on the shower doors and spreads your legs wide as he enters you from behind. “I love you Baby Girl but I’m about to fuck the shit outta you”, he smirks. You smile back and brace yourself. Phil enters you with so much force he lifts you off the ground. “Ah!” You scream in pain but smiling. His blows are murdering the walls of your love and you are in heaven. You can barely breathe let alone talk. All you can do is bang your fists on the shower door. Phil is moaning louder than you have ever heard him moan before and it’s causing your love to tighten. He pulls out and you feel his warm wetness explode on your ass. He enters you again and continues thrusting. Again, you feel him jerk inside you. He pulls out and you feel more warmth on your ass. You look back at him and smile. He whispers in your ear, “I’m not finished yet.” “Mmmmm. Don’t stop”, you are able to whisper back. Entering you for the third time, he thrusts so hard your heart skips a beat. You can no longer hold back that pulsation. Phil’s next thrust causes him to explode inside you. At the same time your legs buckle from the intensity of your orgasm. You are both on the floor of the shower. You lay on his chest between his legs as he holds you kissing you over and over while the water beats like rain on your bodies.

You wake up to kisses on the small of your back and moonlight pouring into the window. “Hello beautiful”, Phil says looking up at you smiling. “Hello baby”, you respond wrapping your arms around him. You suddenly feel your love aching from this afternoon’s extracurricular activities in the shower. You rub your mid-section. “Ohhh”, you say softly, trying not to wince. Phil jumps up. “What’s wrong?”, he says placing his hands on your stomach. “Nothing baby. I’m ok”, you lie. “No you’re not! Shit, did I hurt you? Fuck! Baby, I’m sorry!!” He starts to kiss your abdomen lightly and rub it. You laugh, “Don’t be sorry. I wasn’t complaining”. He smiles, “I know I was a little rough but I just missed you. And besides, I was hoping…”, his voice trails off. “You were hoping what?”, you ask. “Nothing”, he says as he kisses and rubs your c-section scar. You sit up. ‘I know this negro is not thinking about me having his baby!’, you think to yourself. He traces your scar, looks up at you and smiles. You remove his hand, “Philip, I have to tell you something”. Before you can finish, your phone rings. It’s your husband. “Hello”, you answer somewhat annoyed. “Hey. I haven’t heard from you and I was just wondering if you made it down there safely.” Phil starts kissing your back again. “Yes, I’m here. I’m fine. Sorry I didn’t call. We are having a great time.” You push Phil off of you and he smiles. Before you can say anything else, Bruno busts into the room, “I’m hungry as hell! Where we eating tonight Phil?” You grab the sheet to cover yourself and damn near drop the phone. Your heart stops. “Hello? Honey?”, you say, voice trembling. There is dead silence on the other end of the phone.