The Available Wife (10 page)

CHAPTER 13

A week after the reception, I drove through my gated community admiring the bomb ass job that La-lien had done on my nails. If I didn’t know they were acrylic, I would’ve mistaken them for the real thing. Kingston was still giving me the silent treatment, but truthfully it should’ve been the other way around. He was the one acting like a fucking teenager and kissing his wife in front of me. I was pissed, and I wanted to voice it to him. He needed to know how I felt.

Seconds later, I pulled into my yard and came to an abrupt stop when I saw that Germaine’s truck was parked on the lawn. He had lost his mind.
I paid over two grand for that grass
to look like that
.

“His stupid ass knows better than this,” I fumed before gliding out of my car and storming inside the house. “Germaine! Germaine! Where in the hell are you? You need to get that truck off my grass before you fuck it up!” I shouted before searching the house for him.

Eventually, I found him in the basement or better known as his could-have-been-studio. He was playing some tunes on his Yamaha keyboard while tapping on his beat machine at the same time. I hadn’t been down in the basement in so long that I’d completely forgotten that the old ass equipment was there. He needed an upgrade, but I wasn’t about to give him money for it.

“You need to move your truck off the grass, Germaine. I paid a lot of money for that grass.”

“I know what the fuck…you paid for. I… was with you when you picked it out,” he slurred before turning up the Grey Goose bottle. I glanced down at his feet and saw a few beer bottles as well. His ass was drunk. “Where are the boys?”

“What the fuck do you care? You’re never here anyway.”

“Fuck you, Germaine. I hope you get sclerosis of the fucking liver.”

I turned and walked back upstairs. My boys were nowhere to be found, so I assumed they were with his folks. He normally didn’t get hammered when they were around. Plus, I’m sure he wanted to sulk in his own damn misery.

“Why won’t you go with me to Hummer’s funeral?” he startled me after I walked out of the kitchen a few minutes later.

I stepped away from him because he was all in my face with his rancid breath. The combination of alcohol and cigarettes didn’t sit too well with me.

“You already know that I’ll be in New Orleans checking out some new talent so, I don’t know why you fixed your mouth to ask me that,” I said, before walking down the stairs. He was close on my heels.

“Isn’t that what you pay people for?”

“Yes, but I’m going and you know why. But if all of the alcohol that you consume has warped your brain, let me refresh your memory.”

“No need.”

“Good.”

He knew good and damn well why I was going. I loved being part of the scouting. I loved seeing the talent and the hunger in their eyes. It reminded me of when I used to be in their shoes chasing record deals.

“Can’t you fly out after the funeral?” he whined.

“No, I can’t.”

“That’s fucked up, Nikki. Hummer was my fucking friend.”

“You’re correct. He was
your
friend,” I concurred then pointed at him in case he’d forgotten. “He was your friend…not mine. Furthermore, the son-of-a-bitch tried to rape me. I wouldn’t dare offer my respects to him. As far as I’m concerned he can rot in hell because that’s where he’s going.”

“Can you be there for me, Nikki? Please.”

I stepped away from him, stared into his eyes and gave him a very disapproving look. He was weak and he needed to know that.

“Your friend deserved to die for what he tried to do to me and there’s no telling how many other women he’s raped. I’m not going to that fucking funeral. Not for you or any one else! How can you sit up here and ask me that shit? You’re weak and a sorry ass excuse for a man!”

I shocked him when I didn’t flinch after he threw his beer bottle. It barely missed my head before it hit the wall and shattered. Seconds later, Germaine jumped in my face and raised his hand as to slap me. I was ready to call his bluff.

“Hit me! Hit me like you should’ve hit Hummer when he stuck his finger in my pussy!” I taunted. I wanted him to hit me. I wanted a bruise on my face so that I could run to Kingston crying. I was more than sure he wouldn’t let it slide.

I watched Germaine bite down on his lip and slowly lower his hand. “Sorry ass,” I chuckled sinisterly in his face, but stopped when he spit in mine. I was frozen as I watched him stumble toward the door and open it.

“You haven’t fucked me in damn near a year,” he slurred. “You would think that you’d do that much for me.”

“You need to ask yourself why I haven’t fucked you,” I snarled at him still shocked by his actions and words.

“If I ain’t hittin’ it, I’m sure another nigga is,” he growled back.

“And I’m sure you’re getting pussy from somewhere since I haven’t been fucking you,” I retaliated.

“When you love someone, you don’t do that type of shit, Nikki.”

I jumped when he slammed the door. Shaking my head in disbelief, I wiped the glob of spit that was trickling down my eye. The engine on his truck revving brought me out of my shock. I listened to his tires screech as he zoomed down the street. I prayed that he ran into a fucking telephone pole.

Stomping up the stairs like a mad woman, I shoved the bathroom door open, stood in front of the marble sink and stared at myself in the mirror. I was pissed. I grabbed the bottle of liquid Dove soap, lathered it up then rubbed it all over my face. After ridding my skin of his spit, I flew into my room and called Kingston. No answer.

I sat at my desk and waited five minutes before calling again. Still, no answer. I stared at the luggage that I’d packed for my trip to New Orleans. There was no way that I was gonna be home when Germaine got back. Instantly, I jumped out of the chair, grabbed the bag and dashed out the door. I frowned when I saw the tire marks that his dumb ass had left on my lawn. After angrily tossing the bag in the trunk of my car, I climbed inside and drove off.

Nearly thirty minutes later, I checked into the Hyatt Regency on Louisiana Street in downtown Houston. As soon as I made it to my room, I sat down on the comfortable bed and dialed Germaine’s mother’s number. I really didn’t want to talk to that wench, but I wanted to check on my boys.

“Are my boys with you?” I wasted no time when she answered.

“First of all, you’re not going to call my house with a damn attitude and not speak,” she quickly shot back.

I hated listening to her wanna-be proper ass talk because it was all fake. She eliminated her New Orleans drawl as soon as she moved to Houston three years ago.

I ignored her. “Bitch, are my boys with you?”

Before she could go off on me again, I heard Johnathan in the background laughing as well as Nathan cooing. I figured she must’ve been holding him. At that moment, I hung up the phone in her face. All I needed to know was where they were.

Thinking back to Kingston, I couldn’t deal with this silent treatment he was giving me. After clicking on the television, there was a knock at the door.

“Who in the hell could this be?” I mumbled. When I opened the door I nearly lost my balance as I stared at one-hundred and seventy-five pounds of butterscotch. He had to have the wrong room.

“May I help you?” I asked.

“Ms. Wright, you left your ID at the front desk.”

I extended my hand to retrieve the card. “Thank you. I’d truly be lost without this,” I smiled.

He returned the smile. “You seemed a little distracted downstairs. We all make mistakes.”

Was this six foot stallion paying that much attention to me downstairs? He stood so sure of himself in his black suit. His name tag read:
Darren, Manager
.

“Well, I’m sorry for the trouble, Darren.”

“No trouble at all, ma’am.”

Little did he know, I wanted to get into some trouble with him. “Darren, let me give you something for coming all the way up here,” I said walking back inside the room.

“Oh, no, ma’am. I can’t accept anything from you. It’s my job to make sure that all guests have a pleasant experience while staying here.” I wondered what he was thinking when I didn’t respond. “Ma’am? Ms. Wright?”

His eyes widened when I returned to the door. I was standing in my baby blue, Victoria’s Secret, bra and panty set. “Can you accept this?” I asked seductively.

He tugged at his tie. I guess things were getting a little too hot for him, but he didn’t pass up the offer. He walked inside and closed the door. “This is a first for me,” he said like he’d entered a strip club for the first time.

“Me too,” I lied.

I walked up to him and removed his jacket then rubbed and squeezed all over his pecs. He was just enough man, if not more, to get Kingston off my brain. I stared into his eyes while I slowly unbuttoned his stiff, white shirt. His chest poked out like a Spartan. I could tell that the gym was his friend. The four-inch, Dior platform pumps were not high enough for me to reach his lips. Instead, I gently pulled his face to mine. I air kissed him for a few seconds. I felt his breath on my lips as I continued to tease him. Obviously, he couldn’t take it. Darren grabbed my arm and swung me around.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said while kissing my neck. “I’m married.”

“So am I,” I spoke softly.

My response must’ve done something to him because Darren tasted my body from my neck all the way down to my ass. He then gripped the sides of my panties and snatched them down like they didn’t belong.

“Mmmmmmm,” I moaned. In those few seconds, Kingston was gone. I opened my legs a little wider to allow his fingers access into my pussy. “Mmmmmmm,” I moaned again when they were inside. “Ooooooooh!” I grabbed my breast and squeezed them.

He crawled in front of me before lifting my leg and carefully placing it over his shoulder. His dark brown eyes stayed locked on mine. He was seconds away from going in for the kill.

“Darren, we need you downstairs,” were the words that suddenly came through his walkie talkie.

I obviously wasn’t going to get the chance of experiencing that oral. I wanted to grab that two-way radio and throw it across the room. He rested his head on my ass for a minute then took a deep breath. I was just as disappointed as he was because Kingston was slowly reentering my mind.

“Perfect timing, huh?” he joked. “I’m getting off in a couple of hours. Can I come back later?” he asked after standing up and slipping on his jacket.

My buzz had been killed. “That may not be a good idea.”

He seemed a little disappointed, but hey, it was what it was. He had to catch me while I was in the moment. After going to the bathroom and washing his hands, he left.

Sadly, I spent the next few hours calling Kingston only to be disappointed. I listened to his entire voice message each time just so I could hear his voice. Thinking about him and listening to his voice had aroused me. My nipples hardened and my pussy moistened. I was in bed naked so I had easy access to them.

“Mmmmmm, Kingston,” I spoke into the phone after the recorder allowed me to leave a message. My hands massaged my breasts then eagerly eased between my legs to help my water fountain flow. “Baby…..mmmmmmm….it’s wet for you, baby. She wants you.” I placed the phone between my legs to let him hear me fingering myself. “You hear that, baby?” I spoke into the phone after pressing it back against my ear. “She needs you, baby.” The only thing that I loved about masturbating was the fact that I knew my spots. “Kingston, you’re about to make me cum, baby! Baby! Baby!” I howled before dropping the phone.

Seconds later, my balloon popped. “Shit, that was a good one,” I said to myself before picking the phone back up. After calling back and getting his voice mail once again, I left one final message. “I love you, baby and I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

I fell asleep with the phone still glued to my ear.

CHAPTER 14

I stepped off the plane at the Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport and high stepped to the baggage claim to collect my bags. Once that task was done, I dashed outside and through the slew of people. I needed to catch the first available cab to my hotel. I was extremely pissed that I had to catch a damn cab in the first place. I tore into Meagan as soon as she called to inform me that there was a mix up with the car service. I hung up the phone in her beautifully tanned face and took two deep, long breaths before walking out the door and into the crowded entranceway. For the amount of time I spent trying to hail a cab, I could’ve rented a damn car and drove to the hotel. You would think that the cabbies knew money when they saw it. I figured if I was dressed in a white t-shirt, skinny jeans, dreads bunched up under a ball cap and skin inked all over then they would’ve flocked to me. But unfortunately I didn’t look like Lil’ Wayne. Little did they know, I was money. I reached into my Chanel purse, pulled out a hundred dollar bill and waved it in the air. It was at that moment when three cabs finally raced to me.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” the freckle faced white man addressed me after hopping out of the driver’s seat. The cab smelled just like fresh pine.

“Whatever,” I replied. “Take me to the W Hotel on Poydras,” I continued before placing the money back inside my purse. His facial expression told me that he knew he’d been swindled.

I pulled my phone out of my purse and called A.J. I needed a fix.

“Damn, girl, it hasn’t been a year yet,” he joked after answering.

I laughed. “I’m in town.”

“Oh really?” I could hear the excitement in his voice.

“I’m staying at the W on Poydras. I’ll call you with the room number.”

“Now, how do you know I don’t have anything to do?”

“I’m sure you’d rather be
doing
me instead,” I said before hanging up.

While the cabbie drove the few miles to the hotel, the incident between me and Germaine weighed heavy on my mind. I still couldn’t believe that he spit in my face. Even though I still hadn’t been back home since everything went down, he was surely gonna pay for that shit. My mother was curious to know why I’d called and asked her to check on the boys. But I didn’t give her a reason. I just demanded that she do so.

Germaine rang my cell phone off the hook leaving messages apologizing, wanting to know my whereabouts and blaming the alcohol for his behavior. All he needed to know was that I was pissed. It hurt me not to see my boys for those two days, but I knew they were in good hands. Being in the hotel gave me time to clear my head and think. Germaine may’ve thought he was in hell before, but that was just the beginning. He would pay in due time.

When the cab driver dropped me off at the hotel, I handed him fifteen bucks. He fumed because it wasn’t the hundred that I’d originally waved to him. After dropping my luggage on the ground, he angrily sped away to see if he could make up for the loss. Not giving a damn, I walked through the hotel lobby as if I owned it and didn’t have a care in the world.

“Welcome to the W. Are you checking in today?” the cheerful, brunette front desk clerk greeted me.

“Yes, I have a reservation under Niquole Wright.”

“Don’t you own a record label? I’ve seen you in a few magazines,” she said. I could tell that she was waiting for me to say yes, but I wasn’t in the mood to have a conversation.

“No, and I’m getting tired of people mistaking me for her.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologized and turned to her computer. She knew that I was lying.

While she tapped her keyboard, I fumbled around in my purse for my platinum American Express. When I located it, I handed her the card along with my ID.

“Non smoking, king bed, please,” I requested.

“Of course Ms. Wright. No problem.”

I liked the sound of Ms. Wright as opposed to Mrs.

She tapped the keyboard a little more before swiping my credit card. “I hope you enjoy your stay, Ms. Wright,” she smiled after handing me everything back, including my room key. “I love your label.”

I couldn’t help but smile.

Once I called A.J. to give him the room number, I rolled my luggage to the elevator and up to the seventh floor. After sliding the keycard in the slot on the door and opening it, I stood in the threshold when I heard the water in the bathroom running. I glanced in the hall and didn’t see a maid’s cleaning cart, so I wondered who was in my room.

“Hello?” I spoke loudly. I glanced over my room receipt then back at the number on the door. They matched. “I think you’ve got the wrong room!” Wondering what the hell was going on, I jumped when the bathroom door opened and Kingston appeared.

“What are you doing here?” I instantly ran up to him and after threw my arms around his neck. He didn’t return the embrace, but my arms stayed put. “How did you know I’d be here?”

“You left me so many damn messages the other night. You don’t remember telling me where you would be?” he asked with a pissed off look on his face.

I removed my arms “I hope you’re not mad,” I whimpered. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Whatever,” he replied nonchalantly and walked over to the window.

He was still pissed and obviously I’d made it worse.
Maybe his wife questioned him about the calls and he had to lie about them,
I thought
.
I needed to make things right. I walked over to him and hesitantly placed my hands on his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered softly in his ear. “What can I do to fix this?”

He didn’t move or speak a word as I slipped my hands under his shirt and began massaging his back. When I reached his shoulders, he walked away. I knew this was going to be hard work, but I was willing to put in the time. I sat down on the king sized bed, removed my sandals then looked up at him.

“Why did you even come here to surprise me if you’re gonna just stand there and not say anything?” I asked getting a little ticked off. “I don’t understand why you’re so pissed off at me.” Before he could even respond, it finally dawned on me. “Hold up…how did you even get the room number?”

“I paid the white girl downstairs a hefty fee to set everything up,” Kingston replied.

Maybe he does love me
. I shook my head. “I’m impressed.”

When he stared at me coldly, I figured me telling him about the blackmailer and what Germaine did to me would make him talk.

“I have something important to talk to you about.”

Before I could go any further, he pushed me back on the bed and vigorously removed my vintage, boyfriend jeans. My aqua thongs didn’t stand a chance either. They were ripped from my body. He was hungry for me and I loved it. Evidently, my message did the trick. I removed my black, Diesel scoop neck tank and flung it on the floor. All Kingston had to remove was the towel wrapped around his waist. It didn’t take him long to dive in. There was no need for him to make me wet because that was taken care of as soon as I saw him.

“Oooooh……Kingston…..baby….I’m sorry,” I apologized as he punished my pussy.

“Shut up!”

Yes, he was pissed and I loved it, especially when he lifted and pushed my legs above my head. I knew that I wasn’t gonna be able to take the pounding he was about to lay on me. I tried to wriggle out of it, but to no avail.

“Ain’t this what the fuck you wanted when you called my phone all fucking night?” he growled harshly.

“Baby! Baby! Baby, I…..I’m sorry,” I pleaded.

His actions and words had me more than sure that my phone calls had gotten him in trouble with his wife. Moments later, he removed his dick, hopped off the bed, pulled me to the edge and forced me on all fours. I didn’t have time to disagree before Kingston gripped my shoulders and pounded me from behind.

“Kingston! Kingston!”

He shoved my face into one of the pillows to muffle my cries. I managed to turn my head so that I could breathe, but he yanked my hair and shoved my face right back into the pillow. I wasn’t into that asphyxiation shit, so I needed him to stop. I reached behind me and clawed at his thighs. I could tell that his ass was turned on because he began pounding me even harder. The more I fought to lift or turn my head the more strength he seemed to gain. I grabbed the pillow and yanked it from under my face. I fought for air.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!” Kingston released as he unloaded inside of me. As soon as he did, he hopped up.

I collapsed while staring at him. “I’m not into that type of kinky shit, Kingston,” I reprimanded once I caught my breath.

“That wasn’t for your benefit.”

I lay appalled while he disappeared into the bathroom. He was taking this jealousy and pissed off shit a little too far. Seconds later, I heard the shower running. I figured it was time to get something that benefited me. He’d deprived me of an orgasm so now he owed me. I walked to the door and turned the knob, but quickly realized that it was locked.

“This is fucking childish, Kingston!” I pouted.

I leaned against the door and folded my arms. Looking around the room, I spotted his shorts and shoes at the foot of the bed. I had to know more about him. I needed to know what I was getting myself into. It was my time to snoop.

Walking over, I removed his wallet from his shorts. Before I had a chance to get past the four hundred dollars and two credit cards, a slip of paper fell out. I picked it up and opened it. My mouth hit the floor when I saw my home address written on it.
What does he need my address for
? Better yet, what was he going to do with it?

“Anything interesting in there?” Kingston asked when he snuck up behind me.

I was so wrapped up in my mischief that I didn’t realize the shower had stopped. As I listened, I realized that it was actually still running. I dropped the items on the floor then turned to him. He was wearing another towel around his waist while drying his glistening, bald head with another.

“I’m so sorry, Kingston,” I quickly apologized.

“Whatever you saw in there, don’t question me about any of it.”

His facial expression told me that he meant business and I should agree to his demand.

“Okay,” I answered obediently as I watched him pick up the wallet and paper from the floor and place them on the table. I guess he was confident that I wouldn’t rummage through it again. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to know. “Why do you have my address, Kingston?”

“What did I just tell you, Niquole?”

“But…”

“But nothing! Don’t ask me any fucking questions!”

At that moment, Kingston approached me, wrapped the towel he was carrying around the back of my neck and pulled me to him. For the first time since I’d met him, I was afraid, but didn’t know of what. I stared into his eyes.

“Are we on the same page?” He toyed with my hair then leaned down and pecked my lips. “Don’t ask questions. Okay?”

“K…Kingston, I just…”

He gently jerked me closer to him with the towel. I could feel and smell his Doublemint breath. “I don’t like repeating myself, Niquole.”

My heart began to race and a lump formed in my throat. I was happy when I heard my phone ring. I needed that interruption. I ducked out of the towel and dashed to my purse. When I pulled the phone out, and saw Germaine’s mother’s number on the screen, a frown quickly displayed on my face. I knew I should’ve answered because my boys were probably with her, but I couldn’t stomach that conversation right now.

“Turn it off,” Kingston ordered.

“What?”

“You heard me. Turn it off.”

“Kingston, I need to have my phone on. I have kids and I have a busy weekend ahead of me.”

“I won’t ask you again. Turn it off.”

This definitely wasn’t the Kingston I knew. He’d changed.

“Before I turn it off, I need to show you something.” I waited for a reprimand, but surprisingly, he didn’t give one. Pulling out some papers from my laptop bag, I walked over to him. “I’m in the process of meeting with a realtor to…”

“A realtor? For what?” He looked at the houses that I’d picked out for us to choose from and frowned.

Caught completely off guard, I replied, “For us. Me, you and my boys.” I really didn’t know what to think or how to feel when he burst out laughing.

“What possessed you to think that was something I wanted?” he asked after catching his breath. “Kids? Come on now.”

My legs began to give out from under me. I had to sit down on the bed to keep from falling to the floor. If this was still part of his jealousy act, he was taking it too far.

“Do you know how much I love you, Kingston?” He didn’t respond. I watched him redress as if I wasn’t in the room. “What do I need to do to make this right?” Tears formed in my eyes as I poured my heart out to him. “If this has anything to do with Germaine being in the picture, you don’t have to worry about him for long. I just need to make sure that he’s not able to get my money; the money for you and me.” My pleas weren’t working so the tears that had formed in my eyes fell. “Kingston, talk to me! Stop ignoring me! I know you love me and I’m more than sure that you really don’t wanna be with your wife. Besides, you killed for me and we’re always together.” It was time for him to prove his love for me yet again. “Germaine spit in my face and was about to slap me the other day because I wouldn’t attend Hummer’s funeral with him.” Surprisingly, he chuckled.

“I told you that nigga was weak,” Kingston responded and walked toward the door. “Order up some room service. I need to get something out of my truck.” He walked out without waiting for me to agree or disagree.

I picked up one of my shoes off the floor and threw it at the door. He was really starting to piss me off. But I figured feeding him would lighten him up. I called room service and ordered two steaks, roasted potatoes, steamed shrimp and a bottle of champagne. After disconnecting the call, I heard a phone ring. I glanced at the night stand. He’d left his phone. I wondered if it was his wife calling. I walked over to the phone and my mouth dropped when I saw Meagan’s name and number pop up.

“What the hell?” I fumed loudly. “They must’ve met at the album release party.”

My mind raced a million miles per minute. What the fuck was she doing calling him? When did they have time to swap numbers? I had my eyes on him the entire night. I paced the room like a woman betrayed, but the betrayal was on him. Meagan had no way of knowing about my involvement with him. I tortured myself trying to figure out when they could’ve possibly found the time to connect.
When I was in the damn bathroom crying was the only time they could’ve met
. There was no way that her white ass was going to sink her claws into my man.
I’m sure she must’ve used some serious game for him to even get her number
. Meagan was cute, but her body certainly couldn’t compare to mine. Besides, I already had to share him with his wife. I’d be damned if I shared him with
my
assistant. I made sure to keep a close eye on that bitch when I got back to Houston.