Complicated 2, page 5
“Harder baby, fuck me harder,” Janice demanded as she backed her ass up on him wildly.
She wasn’t as tight as he wanted her to be, so the feeling wasn’t all that great. She was a certified freak, and she proved that by sucking her own nipples and sticking her fingers in her asshole. She even stopped Mekhi a few times to suck her juices from his dick while the condom was still covering it.
“What’s wrong?” Janice quizzed when she saw the look on Mekhi’s face. “You don’t seem to be enjoying it as much as I am.”
“I’m good. I just have a lot on my mind,” he answered. He didn’t want to tell her that he couldn’t feel her walls. That would have hurt her feelings for sure.
“Let’s try something else,” Janice said with a sneaky grin on her face.
Mekhi watched in amusement as she moved his erection from one hole and slowly guided him into the other. She didn’t flinch at all when he entered her, letting him know that he wasn’t the first.
“Shit,” he gasped as the tightness gripped him and sucked him in deeper.
“Better?” Janice asked, satisfied with the look of sheer bliss that covered his face.
Mekhi nodded his head, but he didn’t say anything. Janice took that as a sign that he was satisfied. Although she hadn’t known Mekhi very long, she was really feeling him. She liked him way more than she should have, but she didn’t know how he felt about her. He was still in love with his wife, but that was nothing that she wasn’t used to. Mekhi wasn’t the first client that she’d slept with, and he probably wouldn’t be the last. Janice was well aware that she wasn’t what others would consider attractive, but she had a shape that always turned heads. Being married to a man who verbally abused her for years didn’t help much either. Having her ex-husband call her ugly almost daily was nothing new to Janice. Most of the time she covered her face with makeup, but that still wasn’t enough. He self-esteem plummeted when she was in high school, so sleeping around was how she kept a man. Almost nothing was off limits to her in the bedroom, and that was how she kept them coming back.
“Ooh yes, I needed this so bad baby,” Janice cried out as Mekhi gripped her hips and pounded into her.
She didn’t have much hair for him to pull, so he used her shoulders to dig in deeper. Janice would never tell Mekhi that he was hurting her because she didn’t want to run him off. He seemed to be enjoying himself, and his pleasure was all that mattered to her at the moment.
“Shit, I’m about to cum. You want it?” Mekhi asked Janice the question that he always asked his wife.
“Want what?” Janice replied in confusion. She was hoping he wasn’t saying what she thought he was. She’d done a lot of things in her life, but swallowing wasn’t anywhere on her list. She wasn’t opposed to anything in the bedroom, but that was something that she hadn’t tried yet. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure that she even wanted to.
“Seriously?” Mekhi asked her like she was dumb.
“I’m very serious,” Janice replied
“If you have to ask, don’t even worry about it,” Mekhi snapped as he pulled out of her and walked to the bathroom that was in her bedroom. After pulling off the condom and flushing it, he grabbed a washcloth and some soap from her cabinet and started cleaning himself up.
“What’s the problem? Did I do something wrong?” Janice asked as she entered the bathroom, tying her robe around her waist.
“Nah, I just need to be somewhere,” Mekhi lied.
“This late? It’s almost midnight.”
“And?” Mekhi snapped. “You ain’t my wife. I don’t have to answer to you.”
“I never said that I was your wife. It ain’t like she wants you anyway,” Janice mumbled as she walked away. Too bad for her that Mekhi heard what she had said.
“What did you just say?” Mekhi asked as he walked out behind her.
“I didn’t say anything,” Janice lied as she sat at the foot of her bed.
“I heard exactly what you said. Don’t worry about if my wife wants me or not. I still don’t want to be with your ass,” Mekhi fumed as he grabbed his clothes and started getting dressed.
He really wanted to say more than that, but he was trying hard not to hurt her feelings. She helped him out a lot with his divorce situation, and he would probably be needing her help again. Rylee could run circles around him when it came to the law, so he needed Janice in his corner just a little while longer. After that, she could go on about business, and he wouldn’t care one bit. She was nowhere near his type, and she was much older than he liked his women to be. At thirty-five years old, Janice was the oldest woman that he’d ever been with so far. The fact that she was unattractive, in his opinion, only made him dislike her even more.
“I didn’t mean it how you’re taking it,” Janice objected.
“It don’t even matter. Don’t call me I’ll call you,” Mekhi said as he threw up the peace sign and walked out of her front door.
He didn’t have time to sit there and pacify a grown ass woman. He was starting to regret even going there in the first place. In the month that he’d known Janice, this was their first time having sex. She gave him head a few times, but that was as far as it went. Mekhi had a big day ahead of him the following day and Janice were the least of his worries. He and Rylee, along with their attorneys, were scheduled to meet with the judge to discuss them possibly going to counseling. Aside from him going to her job a few times watching her from afar, this would be Mekhi’s first time being in his wife’s presence in months. He actually looked forward to seeing her again. He made sure that everything about his appearance was on point, giving Rylee a chance to see what see was missing.
***
“I’m denying the request for marriage counseling. Louisiana law doesn’t require it, and I’m not ordering it. This is a no-fault divorce state. If one person wants a divorce, that’s their decision. A person doesn’t necessarily need a reason to end a marriage,” The judge replied pissing Mekhi off.
“So she can just divorce me without telling the courts why?” Mekhi yelled.
“You already know why,” Rylee yelled back. “You cheated and made a baby on me.”
“That’s not my baby! And you’re cheating too. Messing with Zyrian before our divorce is even final.”
“Who I mess with is none of your damn business,” Rylee shouted.
“That’s enough!” The judge’s voice boomed throughout the room. “Maybe I need to order you to counseling. It sounds like there is some unfinished business between the two of you.”
“Your honor, I promise you that there are no unresolved issues between us. I just want this divorce so that I can move on with my life without him in it,” Rylee spoke up.
“She’s only saying that because her new man is telling her to,” Mekhi frowned.
“You need to worry more about your daughter and less about me,” Rylee snapped.
“I keep hearing you both talk about cheating and outside kids, but does anybody have proof of any of this?” The judge asked looking back and forth between Mekhi and Rylee.
Mr. Givens looked at Rylee with a knowing look because he already warned her of what could happen if she brought any of that up. He’d worked with that judge on several occasions, so he already knew how he was. He was notorious for pushing cases back for months, and he didn’t want that to happen with Rylee. Unfortunately, since she opened up her mouth, that’s exactly what was about to take place.
“His daughter and her mother showed up to my house looking for him one day,” Rylee blurted out.
“That’s not proof Mrs. Jameson. Do you have a birth certificate with his name on it or something showing that he’s supporting an outside child?” The judge inquired.
“No,” Rylee replied in a small voice.
“I’ll tell you what,” the judge started. “You have sixty days to bring me some proof of what you’re saying or I’m ordering you both to marriage counseling before a divorce can be granted.”
Mekhi looked over at Rylee and blew her a kiss when no one was paying attention. She was even more beautiful now than she was when he first met her. He wasn’t ready to let her go, and thanks to the judge, he didn’t have to. He also knew that prolonging the divorce was pissing Zyrian off. He knew that Zyrian wanted Rylee, but he couldn’t have her how he wanted her as long as Mekhi was still in the picture. They had an upcoming meeting to vote in new members at their bikers’ club soon, and he couldn’t wait to rub it in Zyrian’s face.
“I’ll have your subpoenas sent to your attorney’s, and I’ll see you both back here in sixty days,” the judge said dismissing them all from his chambers.
Rylee was furious as she jumped up from her seat and rushed out of the courtroom. She didn’t know anything about Shay, so it would be almost impossible to get in contact with her. Even if she did catch up to her, there was no way that Shay would help her or give her any information. Especially since she punched her in the face for showing up at her house. Her only hope was Kendrick, and she prayed that he would be able to help her.
Chapter 7
“Zyrian please,” Rylee begged as they sat in the living room watching TV.
“Hell, no Rylee. I’m still pissed with you anyway, so I’m not doing you no favors,” Zyrian replied.
“I apologized a thousand times. What more do you want me to do? I shouldn’t have accused you without knowing the facts, and it will never happen again,” Rylee swore.
“Nah Rylee. I accept your apology and all, but I’m not helping out your ex-brother-in-law. I don’t even know the nigga, and I don’t like him. He’s guilty by association since I don’t like his hoe ass brother.”
“But he’s nothing like Mekhi. I wouldn’t even be asking you to help him out if he was. He’s really good with cars and he really need a job. You said yourself that you needed more help at the shop. If he doesn’t work out, you can let him go. Just give him a chance,” Rylee begged right as her phone started ringing.
“Who is that?” Zyrian asked.
“It’s nobody. But will you, at least, think about it Zyrian?” Rylee asked trying to change the subject.
“That’s that Urkel looking nigga calling you, huh?” He questioned.
“He’s helping Mr. Givens work on my case. That’s the only reason why he’s calling. You heard me tell him that I couldn’t date him anymore,” Rylee answered.
“Why can’t your lawyer get somebody else to help with your case?”
“Oh my God!” Rylee yelled in exasperation. “I don’t know Zyrian. He’s an intern. I don’t have any control over that. Mr. Givens chose him, not me.”
“Okay, well check this out. I’ll give ole boy a job when your boy toy stops working on your case,” Zyrian offered.
“That is not my boy toy. And I already told you that I have no control over him working my case. I had him on speakerphone, so you heard exactly what I told him. You’re not being fair,” Rylee pouted.
“Nigga sending you flowers and shit and you want me to be okay with that. You better be lucky I didn’t knock his punk ass out for kissing on you,” Zyrian fumed.
“Are you jealous Zyrian?” Rylee teased.
“No, I’m pissed. I’m thinking about paying that nigga a visit. He knows what’s up with us, but he wants to send shit here anyway. That’s just disrespectful.”
“Exactly what is up with us because even I don’t know that,” Rylee questioned.
“Don’t play with me Rylee. I don’t give a damn that you’re still married. We’re together,” Zyrian said pointing between the two of them.
“No, we’re not.”
“Oh, we’re not?” Zyrian quizzed with raised brows.
“Not until you ask me. Don’t tell me that we’re together. Ask me to be with you.”
“So, we’re really doing this Rylee?” Zyrian laughed.
“Yes. I want us to start this off the right way, and that starts with you asking me to be with you,” she smirked.
“Alright, fuck it,” Zyrian shrugged as he stood to his feet. He cleared his throat and grabbed Rylee’s hand while looking into her eyes. She wanted to laugh so badly, but she kept a straight face.
“Rylee, if you agree to be my girlfriend, I promise I’ll treat you better than any man that you’ve ever been with. I promise to wine and dine you and spoil you just because you’re mine. I also promise to knock the fuck out of any man who stands in the way of us being together including Mekhi’s punk ass and your nerdy co-worker,” Zyrian said with a straight face. Rylee couldn’t help it that time. She doubled over with laughter at how serious Zyrian looked.
“You are so stupid,” Rylee laughed. “But I’m all yours.”
“Yes! Maybe I can finally hit it now,” Zyrian joked as he picked her up from the sofa. Rylee wrapped her legs around his waist and connected her lips with his.
“You could have hit it a long time ago, but you weren’t ready,” Rylee answered when she came up for air.
“I’m ready now,” Zyrian replied as he crashed his lips into hers once again. He and Rylee’s tongues fought for control as both of them tried to be the aggressor. Rylee wasn’t used to being outdone, and she wasn’t going to let Zyrian win. She held on tight as he headed for the stairs with her small frame still wrapped around his body like a snake. Both of them were anxious, but their excitement was short lived when the doorbell started ringing.
“Who the hell is that?” Rylee asked angrily while trying to break loose from Zyrian’s hold.
“No,” Zyrian said as he tightened his grip on her. “Whoever that is better get the fuck on.”
He continued his assault on Rylee’s lips, moving his kisses down to include her neck. Rylee tilted her head to give him better access to her hot spot. The faucet between her legs was turned on high, but she couldn’t enjoy it because of their unwanted visitor. Whoever was at the door knocked and rang the doorbell like their life depended on it.
“Zyrian stop,” Rylee demanded. “I can’t even get into it with somebody banging on the door like that.”
“I swear, whoever that is better be fucking dying,” Zyrian growled as he walked over and snatched the door open with Rylee’s body still wrapped around his. The young delivery man who stood on the other side of the door seemed startled to see him open the door with a woman clinging to his body.
“I have a delivery for Rylee Jameson,” the man nervously replied once Zyrian asked him what he wanted. Zyrian looked at the huge edible arrangement that the man had in his hands and got mad all over again.
“Get your ass off of me!” He yelled, prying Rylee from his tall frame. He grabbed the delivery from the frightened young man and slammed the door.
“What are you mad at me for?” Rylee asked.
“See, I tried to stay out of it and let you tell that nigga to chill out. Now I’m feeling disrespected for real,” Zyrian said as he pulled the card from the fresh fruit and read Aubrey’s message to Rylee. He was begging her for another date, but that would never happen as long as Zyrian had breath in his body.
“We just made things official less an hour ago, so he doesn’t know that you’re the reason that I can’t go out with him anymore. I only told him that it was somebody else that I had feelings for.”
“That should have been enough. You shouldn’t have to go into details for that nigga to get the point. Don’t say shit else to him, though. Since he seems to have a problem understanding you, I’ll tell him what’s up myself.”
“No Zyrian, I’ll talk to him when I get back to work Monday,” Rylee promised.
“Let me give you your first lesson on being my girl. I’ll give you the world and everything in it, but I’ll never let you wear the pants. That’s my job, and I take that shit very seriously. You had Mekhi’s balls in your purse, but mine are staying right here where they belong,” Zyrian said while grabbing his genital area.
“Whatever,” Rylee replied while trying to stifle a laugh. Zyrian didn’t give a damn about what came out of his mouth, but she loved his straightforward attitude.
“Now go get some scissors so we can open up our gift,” Zyrian said.
“Our?” Rylee questioned.
“Yes, our,” he repeated. “We’re in a relationship now. What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine. Tell that nigga that he sent both of us some fruit.”
Rylee laughed as she got up to go to the kitchen, in search of a pair of scissors. She could already tell that being with Zyrian would be a totally different experience than she had with Mekhi. But just like always, Rylee was up for the challenge.
***
It took him a minute to make good on his promise, but Zyrian was a man of his word. Two weeks after he and Rylee made things official, he was parked outside of her office building, waiting for Aubrey to exit the building. He convinced his little cousin Derrick to be his transportation because he didn’t want Rylee to spot his car. He was relieved when they watched her get into her car to leave over an hour ago. Zyrian remembered Aubrey’s car from when he had dropped Rylee off at home, and it was still parked in the parking lot. Rylee begged him to leave it alone, but she had to know that wasn’t going to happen. They were both men and a man to man talk was definitely needed.
“What’s up with you and Amber?” Zyrian asked his cousin while they waited.
“Ain’t shit going on with us. I like her and everything, but she’s too scary for me,” Derrick replied.
