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CHANIYA

“ Y ou rocked my world. You know you did. And everything I own, I give,” Germayne sings, standing behind me in the shower, and girlish giggles escape my mouth.

“I’ll take the Bentley,” I say, giggling, as my back shakes from Germayne’s laughter vibrating against me.

“Uh, if I had one, the keys would be yours, Chaniya. Let’s get out of here. I got to do some stuff before this ceremony, and I wouldn’t mind having you for breakfast.” Tingles and chills dance all over my body at the sound of Germayne feasting on my pearl.

“Maybe we should stay here; that way, we don’t have to clean up twice. You know, kill two birds with—mm.” Germayne’s fingers slipping inside my sweet spot ends my attempt at persuasion.

“I see you and my pussy are on the same page. We’re on a limited timeframe, but if you cum quickly, I’ll reward you in great detail tonight.” Germayne’s free arm wraps around my chest, holding me against his body while his other hand thrusts in and out of me.

“Ssh—mm—b—G—” My words are illegible, and I close my eyes, enjoying the pleasure while the water cascades over me, mixing with my juices.

“Knowing I’m the cause of your pleasure and unraveling has my dick harder than Chinese arithmetic. Soak my fingers, Chaniya.”

“G-G-G—” I moan.

“Mhm. That’s it, mama. Cum for me.” Germayne’s voice is husky and encouraging, causing me to sag against his body as mine convulses.

My energy is nonexistent minutes later when Germayne gently removes his hand from my sweet spot, causing slight aftershocks as he does.

After going multiple rounds last night, Germayne and I slept in, but I could use a nap.

Fatigue hits me, and I’m unable to move or open my eyes as my body comes down from the high Germayne has given me.

“While this is gonna hurt me more than you, we gotta get cleaned up before?—”

*brrnng, brrnng, brrnng*

The blaring of a cell phone cuts off Germayne’s statement, letting me know that our time has come to an end.

Germayne has responsibilities today that require him to separate from me for multiple hours.

Being his plus one but not having an opportunity to act as such is slightly uncomfortable because I don’t know anyone.

Yet, watching my man walk down the aisle in a tux makes my discomfort manageable.

Hopefully, I’ll find some people to chat with until Germayne’s duties are over.

“I should have known the quiet from that phone was too good to be true. Come on, we gotta move,” Germayne says before grabbing my loofah, adding bodywash, and cleaning me with expert precision that has me swooning.

“Good afternoon. Since you’re the only face I don’t recognize, I’m assuming you’re with Germayne,” an unfamiliar feminine tone speaks, causing me to jump from my jittery nerves. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Licking my lips, I lock eyes with a middle-aged black woman whose flawless skin and kind expression instantly calm me. The next thing I notice is her purple dress and how amazing she looks in it. It’s a long-sleeved split see-through lace satin that complements her regal face.

“I’m Adele Malone,” she informs me with a pleasant smile.

It takes me a minute to react to the reality of meeting Germayne’s mother and not registering any malicious intent on her part. In fact, Mrs. Malone's motherly aura is pouring off of her in ways I can’t understand due to my history with my own mother.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Malone. My name is Chaniya, and yes, I’m with Germayne.”

“Oh no, sweetie. The pleasure is definitely mine. Come on. You’re gonna sit up front with the family. Commoners and obligated guests sit back here, and you are neither of those.” Taking my hand, Mrs. Malone guides me toward the front, causing stares from some attendees.

Not wanting to miss anything, I made sure to arrive well in advance.

I’m glad I had the foresight to do so after arriving and seeing other like-minded people waiting to enter the space.

The ceremony is being held outdoors, but the area is beautifully decorated with white chairs occupying both sides.

The strategically and artistically placed colors give the area an intimate feel, making me wonder how it looks regularly.

“Ooh, who’s that with Auntie A?”

“That purple dress she’s wearing is the bomb. I wish my big ass was that confident.”

“Damn, she’s finer than a mothafucka.”

Various chatter hits my ears while walking beside Germayne’s mom, but I keep my eyes forward, not wanting to draw any further attention to myself.

“Okay. I’m gonna go check on my daughter, but you’ll be good here. Don’t be afr?—”

“Aye, Ma. I see you introduced yourself and are making sure my precious cargo is taken care of.” Germayne’s voice cuts off whatever Mrs. Adele is saying, causing my eyes to roam his body from top to bottom.

Good God!

Germayne in scrubs is hot. Germayne in joggers is hotter. Germayne in a custom tux with a purple vest is like an overworked boiler.

My Lord, . . . my man, my man, my man.

“I’m gonna give you two some alone time. I’ll be back, Ms. Chaniya.” Mrs. Malone’s voice cuts into my raunchy thoughts.

“See, she’s not bad. You look amazing, Chaniya.” Germayne’s low octave hits me in my lower region, inciting thumping from my pussy.

“Thank you, handsome. You don’t look so bad yourself.” Raking my eyes over his body, I photograph every delicious feature.

The haircut is precise, the beard is glistening without a single hair out of place, bushy eyebrows are tamed and in order . . . Yeah, Germayne is gonna be the only person I see during this ceremony.

“I gotta get in position, but make sure you save every dance for me once this is over.”

“Of course,” I say breathlessly.

Chile, if it wasn’t for my recent period, I might have snuck out to grab a pregnancy test due to all the tears I shed at a wedding where I didn’t know anyone but Germayne.

The flower guy was the highlight of the processional, with his grown behind twirling while throwing flowers down.

What had my eyes glistening was the groom's emotional display while watching the bride come down the aisle.

Now, I am about to scramble to get to the bathroom to inspect my face to determine if I need to return to the room to touch up my makeup.

The last thing I want or need is to show up to the reception looking like I got in a fight with a raccoon.

“Can you tell Germayne I went to the restroom, Mrs. Malone?

“Hi, Mom Adele. You look so pretty today. This dress is serving looks.” A woman wearing heavy makeup, a white pantsuit that looks like she pasted it on, and bundles galore walks up, shifting Mrs. Malone’s attention from me to whoever she is.

“Now, I know your parents taught you some manners, chile. Didn’t you see me speaking with someone when you walked up? Don’t be rude.” Mrs. Malone’s frown and chastising tone have me fighting the smirk I want to allow placement on my lips.

“Oh. I didn’t actually see you talking, so I assumed you weren’t engaging with her.”

This bitch.

“Little girl, I’m not about to play these games with you. If you’ll excuse me, I must ensure everything is ready for my daughter and new son.” With that, Mrs. Malone walks away, leaving me alone with the woman now staring daggers into me.

Alright now, Satan. It would be in your best interest to tread lightly. I’m having a good day. Now go ? —

“Who invited you?” The woman’s tone is hostile, and her nose twisting adds to her audacity, forcing me to school my features.

Why didn’t I walk away when Mrs. Malone did?

“I’m with the bride’s side. Chaniya, ple?—”

“Who? I’m a guest of the groom and have been acclimated with the family for years. I’ve never seen you before now.”

Oh, if it ain’t the dodo from Facebook. Take the high road or take it to the gutter . . . Hm, decisions, dec ? —

“I’m still waiting for you to tell me who you’re with at this private ceremony and festivities.”

Gutter it is.

“Your fantasy.” With that, I walk away while still feeling generous, to ensure my makeup doesn’t need to be touched up.

Yea, though I walk through the valley . . . I want to show my natural black ass, but I desperately need to show these people the best side of me.

“Smile, goddess. We never let peasants see us slip or tilt our crown,” an older woman whispers while looping her arm in mine.

This woman puts me in the mind of Nana with her salt-and-pepper French roll, white gaucho pants, and purple blouse. The white flats with gems on them let me know that while she’s stylish, she’s smart by wearing comfortable shoes for this occasion.

“Thank you,” I say.

“Don’t mention it. I’m Germayne’s grandmother, Jolene, and I’ve been trying my best to not overwhelm you, which is why I didn’t make a fuss when you took your seat before the wedding.

Based on the way you handled the trollop a few minutes ago, I knew I needed to make an introduction.

Seeing the goo-goo eyes my grandson has been making while watching you throughout the ceremony, I have a feeling we’re gonna need to build a relationship quickly.

I see something in you that I like, and need to bond with you before my daughter, Adele, does. ”

“I’d like that very much, Mrs.—”

“Aht, aht. Call me Grandma Jolene like the rest of my grandchildren.”

“Okay. How’s my makeup looking, Grandma Jolene?”

“Baby, why do you think I came to rescue you? We need to get you together before my grandbaby sees you again.”

Laughter bubbles within my belly before escaping my mouth loudly because after loving on me, the last thing I expected my new grandmother to say was that. Grandma Jolene, you’re alright with me.

?

You’re the only one, only one.

Together till never, together till never, oh

?

“I’ve missed your beautiful ass, Chaniya. I don’t like that this is the first chance we’re in each other’s space.”

“It’s okay. You’ve had obligations, and I fully understand.

Besides, me and Grandma Jolene have been having a great time.

I didn’t know she could turn up like she is.

I need to introduce her to my nana because they would hit it off.

In a short time, Grandma Jolene don’t play about me, and it’s the best flex I have against the slivering serpent vying for your attention. ”

“Trust me, between you and Sherita . . . you will always emerge victorious, especially after you let me invade your snapping turtle. That mothafucka got me trying to figure out how to worm my way into an exit.”

“Nope. Me and Grandma Jolene have a few more line dances to do.” Patting Germayne’s chest, I step out of his embrace when the slow jam fades, and another trending line dance song starts playing.

“Come on, Chaniya boo. We need to show these folks how grown folks handle these here fans.”

“Wow. Are you throwing me to the curb for my grandmother, Chaniya?”

“Only for a little while longer, bae. No worries. You’ll have me tonight.” Winking, I meet Grandma Jolene in the center of the floor, taking the fan she holds toward me.

“Aye, I’m gonna do this one for the couples in the room.

Men, if you have a special lady, I suggest you make your way to her before someone else does,” the DJ says through the microphone before the record scratches and Tamia’s song begins, while the DJ slows it down to give the men time to reach their women.

Germayne two steps toward me with a sinister smirk that causes me to bob my head slowly. Upon reaching me, he takes my hands and twirls me around before holding me against him while expertly performing the popular steps.

“I’m signing up to have your ass now and later. Grandma Jolene can find her another partner. I’ve already laid claim to you.”

When Germayne spins me so my back rests against his chest, a sinister grin upturns my lips when I see Germayne’s ex staring us down.

Thanks to Grandma Jolene, I haven’t had to deal with the heffa since our initial encounter.

Seeing her in her feelings about Germayne’s attention being on me has me mentally pumping my fist while enjoying this moment with him.