Page 14 of F*ckin’ With Me

There was an uncomfortable silence. The waiters came in with our meals. Oh, they went all out with the wagyu steak. A nigga loved a good steak.

Justin’s phone chimed in the middle of dinner.

He lifted his phone in front of his face.

I wasn’t sure if he thought he had earbuds in or something, but his ass didn’t.

Before he could respond, a screeching voice was heard.

“I hate her, Justin! She’s such a bitch, and I hate she’s my fucking sister! ”

Justin fumbled with his phone as he got up to rush out of the room. “Baby, I’m in a room full of people. Damn!”

I wasn’t sure what the fuck happened, but clearly, something did. All I wanted to do was get the hell back to the villa to find out what happened. Justin didn’t come back into the room for almost twenty minutes after his father went out to talk to him. When he came back, he looked exhausted.

Dinner went on for another hour before we all parted ways.

Rashad and I went to the bar for a drink before we left the restaurant.

“Damn, that shit is sad as hell. That man does not want to marry that girl. I thought I was coming here to get some pussy, not a soap opera,” Rashad said before he took a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, that shit is crazy. Homie looks stuck like fuck,” I pointed out. “Damn, I can’t believe Simonette and Lanette are even related, much less sisters. If they didn’t look so much alike, I wouldn’t believe it.”

Lanette, Simonette, and their mother were gorgeous women.

Simonette had always been beautiful, but she didn’t walk in it.

I wouldn’t go as far as to say that she had low self-esteem, but there were definitely loud insecurities.

There were two results when a nigga ran across a female who had low self-esteem or loud insecurities.

If he was a fuck nigga, he’d use it to his advantage and run her ass through the mud.

If he was a real nigga, that shit would turn him off, and he’d leave her be or try to uplift her. I was a real nigga and always had been.

“Hey, you.” A female voice greeted us from the side. It was one of the bridesmaids, but I wasn’t sure which one. What I did know was that two of those bitches were married to two of the groomsmen.

Rashad and I turned in her direction. I was relieved when I saw she was locked in on Rashad.

There would have been no way I would have been able to rationalize that these women would be so disrespectful that they would try to talk to me when they knew I was Simonette’s man.

Well, her fake man . . . her man, whatever.

Rashad looked her up and down. This nigga is going to take the bait. “What’s up?”

She stepped closer to him, which caused her breast to rub on his arm.

He moved back a little. I could tell she was surprised by his action, but in these days and times, you couldn’t touch anyone without consent.

That was a rule that was relevant for everyone and more relevant for professional athletes, entertainers, and public figures.

“I’m trying to see what’s up with you,” she cooed. “I wanted to know if you wanted to have a nightcap with me.” Her finger traced down his arm.

He grabbed her hand. “Please don’t touch me until I give you permission. Also, by nightcap, do you mean fuckin’? If that’s not what you mean, then I’m not interested.” He held up his drink. “I’m having a nightcap, as you say, right now. I just want expectations to be set.”

Her light skin reddened. Yeah, she wasn’t used to that kind of forwardness. “Oh, well, yes. If you want to be grown about it.”

I tilted my head. “Yo, ain’t you one of the groomsmen’s wives? I know I’m not tripping.” Her lack of a response was response enough. “Yeah, y’all hos wild. Carry on.”

Rashad pulled his phone out. “Aye, what’s your email that you have access to right now on your phone? I need you to complete this consent form and NDA.”

Her face scrunched like hell. “What? You want me to complete a permission slip and an NDA? You can’t be serious,” she said with a giggle.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Hey, the way I see it, I’m covering your ass too. You sign these, then I can’t tell your husband how I smutted his whore wife out. Marriage saved!”

In my head, I just knew she would curse his ass out and walk away.

When she gave him the email address, my be was hooved.

I watched my boy sit there and email her the forms needed.

She got the email and electronically signed the forms. I was almost positive that she didn’t read any of them.

“Okay, I sent them back,” she said with a goofy smile.

Rashad reviewed the forms carefully, smiled, then put his phone on the bar.

“Bet. Daylen, I sent it to you to sign as the witness. Once he signs, it will be sent to my lawyer.” After I took my phone out, signed, and confirmed it with him, he looked at her.

“You can touch me now, and I’m going to touch you. Is that cool?”

Her ho ass nodded way too hard.

“Yeah, I’m about to head back to the villa. This shit is wild.”

Rashad told ole girl to meet him on the beach in an hour and a half. I gawked at this married woman as she skipped her ass out of the restaurant. What kind of women were they?

“I can’t believe you’re really going to fuck that lady,” I said to Rashad as we walked back to the villa. “Hell, I can’t believe she’s bold enough to come at you in the open like her husband wasn’t just in the same restaurant with you. Diabolical is what it is.”

Rashad’s left shoulder lifted to his ear. “Look, I put it all on the table for that ho. She willingly signed the forms. Who am I—”

His words were cut off by the sound of loud voices in the distance. We stopped walking to scope the scene. When I found the source of the voices, I hit Rashad’s chest with the back of my hand. “Yo, is that Justin? Who is he talking to?”

We could see him clearly, but the female, not so much. “Man, that ain’t our business. I got pussy waiting on me.”

Like Justin heard us, his eyes turned in our direction. They widened before he grabbed the arm of the chick and pulled her away. Since he pulled her in his direction, we still couldn’t see her. “He’s probably on Lanette’s ass for that shit earlier.”

“You’re probably right. Let’s go so I can freshen up my nuts for this bitch.” Rashad started walking without my response. And the media thinks I’m a lot. Okay!

Back To The Present . . .

“Sim, I’m about to take a shower, then I’m gonna come back out here, and we’re going to talk. Don’t get your ass in the bed. I will wake your ass up, ole drunk ass girl.” I left her on the patio.

When I finished with my shower, I put on a pair of basketball shorts, and that was it. Sim was outside on the patio in just a bathing suit, so I thought my attire was fitting. “Aye, you heading out?”

“Yeah, man. This bitch just emailed me where to meet her. Bitches out here emailing their pussies.” Rashad laughed. “I’ll see you in a few hours max. I’m not about to stay the night with a married woman.”

I waved him off. “Nigga, shut up talking to me. Be safe out there, man.”

He raised his shirt to show his gun. We always traveled legally with our firearms. We said a few more words before he walked out the door, and I headed to the patio.

I heard her soft snores when I opened the patio door.

This fucking girl. I sat on the end of her lounge chair, grabbed her feet, and put them on my lap.

When she moaned in her sleep after I massaged them, I smiled.

After a few more massages, she jumped up. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to . . .”

“Why are you apologizing, Sim? Chill out,” I told her. She relaxed after a few more massages. “Why couldn’t you tell me what happened earlier, and my sister had to?”

When she reached for the bottle of wine, I grabbed it first and put it out of her reach.

She sucked her teeth before she crossed her arms over her spoiled ass chest. “There is nothing wrong with me drinking wine, Day.” Oh, I’m Day now.

Her little ass froze when I asked how many glasses she had.

Her eyes glanced toward a trash can that was on the other side of the patio.

She tried to be quick about it, but I caught her ass.

I moved her feet from my lap, got up, then walked over to the trash can. “I know you’re fuckin’ lying.” I reached down and pulled out not one, not two, not three, but four empty wine bottles. “Is this what we’re doing?”

Her back lifted from the seat, and her finger went up. Through giggles, she said, “I didn’t drink all of those. Rissa was out here with me too.”

“Okay, four bottles between two females is cool. You just had your first taste of wine earlier this damn week.” I put the bottles back in the trash to take my original seat. “Back to my original question. Why couldn’t you tell me what happened earlier, and my sister had to?”

Her feet were back in my hands. She huffed before she answered the question. “I didn’t feel there was a need to tell you. I stood up for myself, so it was handled.”

“Okay, I understand that, but I asked you what happened, and you said nothing worth mentioning. Your sister telling you not to come to her wedding, which is the only reason that you came here, I would think was worth mentioning,” I said.

It was clear that she was bothered. As hard as she tried not to, Simonette wore her feelings on her sleeves.

“I mean, I never wanted to be in the wedding anyway, and she didn’t want me to either.

The only reason she asked me to be was because she didn’t want my dad to be mad.

” Her arms flailed in the air. “Now we both get what we want.”

She laughed, but the tear that escaped her eye told on her. Her hand couldn’t smack it away fast enough. Embarrassment danced over her face.

“Come here, Sim,” I told her. She was hesitant, as if she didn’t know what to do. I grabbed her arm and pulled her onto my lap. She sat then jumped up a little with a gasp. I side-eyed her. “Sim, my dick isn’t even hard. Calm down,” I said with a titter.

She shook her head. “I didn’t do that because of that thing. My leg felt like it was about to charley horse.”

My head fell back with my laughter. “Girl, please stop.” When our eyes reconnected, she had this veil of innocence.

“Sim, first, it’s okay to say dick instead of that thing.

Secondly, there is nothing wrong with your feelings being hurt because your sister and mom are a set of bitches.

I promise you won’t burst into a ball of flames. ”

Her head tilted to the side. There was a loud silence before her tears were released. With the innocence of a female far younger than a thirty-year-old, she asked, “Why do you think they hate me? Like, is there something that you think I did or something that I need to do to be better?”

My heart felt like it would beat out of my chest. The way she stared at me triggered a memory of the graduation party. It was the same expression she had when Bianca’s stupid ass came at her. Back then, I was young, and a nigga was focused on pussy. I wasn’t that nigga anymore.

My hands cupped her face, then I pulled her lips to mine.

I kissed her with more passion than I anticipated.

When I pulled back, there was longing in her eyes.

“Simonette, you are so perfect, and you don’t even realize that shit.

A person’s inability to see that doesn’t have anything to do with you. ”

I had only been around this woman three times, if we wanted to be technical.

The time we spent on the jet was paramount for us getting to know each other.

The games that we played unveiled her sense of humor and playful side.

She was quiet, but there was a comical, interesting woman hidden in there.

She didn’t ask me anything about my baseball career except whether it was still my passion like it was in college.

When I told her that it was, she blessed me with a beautiful smile, then told me that she prayed God blessed me with everything I wanted and more.

It was probably at that moment that I decided I really wanted her.

Her hands covered the back of my hands, which still cupped her face.

She moved her face closer to mine, and I met her in the middle to put my lips on hers.

Our kiss deepened, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth.

Thank God she was a naturally good kisser.

If she wasn’t, we would have had to do a tutorial.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” I stopped Simonette’s hand when she lowered it toward my dick. “Slow down, Sim. You’re moving too fast.”

She slightly recoiled. A look of rejection popped up on her face. “You don’t want to have sex with me?”

Fuck yeah, I do! “Baby, yes, but you’re not ready for that. You’re a whole ass virgin, and your lil’ ass is drunk.” I tickled her side, causing an eruption of laughter. Another thing that I learned about her on the jet was she was extremely ticklish.

If it were any other nigga, they probably would have taken Simonette in the room and wore her little ass out. I couldn’t, in good conscience, do that. There was something else I could do though.

She yelped and wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist when I stood up. I pecked her lips with mine. “Let’s go to the room.” She tucked her face into my neck as I carried her. Damn, she smells good. “Get down,” I commanded after I patted her ass.

She got down then looked for further instructions. When I told her to lie flat on the bed, she nervously did. I chuckled because she had no idea what to do with her hands, or legs, for that matter. “What do I do next?”

“Spread your legs.”