Big and Aimee: Beautiful Chaos (12 page)

“I love the fuck outta you. You know that?” he asked in a husky tone.

“I do, and I love you too,” she responded while sticking her tongue in his mouth.

“You gon’ ever leave me?” he asked, picking up his pace.

“No, baby. I'm about to cum, shit,” she announced.

“Cum on this dick.”

Aimee flooded Big’s penis with her juices. On the verge of nutting, Big began to pummel her sex. He had promised Aimee that he would pull out, but her walls had him in a death grip as he released himself inside of her. When Aimee felt his dick get soft, she smacked her lips. Big starting laughing, and it irritated her more.

“Why the hell didn’t you pull out?” she spat with him still inside of her.

“Baby, I couldn’t. That pussy was begging me to stay in it.”

Aimee huffed. “You ain't shit. Get off of me.”

Big covered her mouth with his and kissed her until his dick came back to life. Aimee couldn’t resist another round so she wrapped her legs around his torso and allowed him to have his way with her.

Chapter Twenty

Big sat on the sofa watching Keece and Dinero play a game of Madden. They had been posted at Keece’s home for the last two hours. Big watched as Parker crawled on the floor and played with her baby toys. He found it funny that he and two of his brothers all had daughters. Big thought it was payback from how reckless he and his brothers used to be with women.

Big’s court date was approaching, and he was hoping that everything would work out in his favor. He still hadn't seen Zaria in weeks. Although Tara had been quiet lately, it still angered him that she was keeping his daughter away from him. His ringing cell phone snapped him out of his thoughts. He saw that it was Danica and answered.

“What’s up, sis?”

“Brother, what are you doing?”

“Aw, shit, what you want?”

“Why do I have to want something? Can I call and check on my brother?”

“Every time you start off the conversation with
brother
, I know your ass is about to start beggin’.”

“Okay, you got me. Listen, I want to pick up some summer classes, but my financial aid won’t pay for them. Do you think you can help me out?”

“Yeah, I got you,” Big said without giving it a second thought.

“Thank you. How is Aimee doing? Have you seen Zaria?” Danica questioned.

“Aimee is good. Nah, I haven’t seen Zaria.”

“Tara is a real-life bitch. Why won’t you let me beat her ass?”

Big chuckled. “Didn’t you just get a disorderly conduct ticket? I don’t need you to be fighting.”

“Man, I paid that fine. You just say the word and I'm all over Tara’s ass.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Meet me at my house tomorrow so I can give you the money.”

“Okay. Bye,” she said and hung up.

Big shook his head as he put his phone back in his pocket. Danica was always trying to fight someone. Big couldn’t remember how many times he’d had to bail Danica out of jail.

“Aye, is Paris here?” Big asked Keece.

“Nah, she’s at work. Why?”

“’Cause I gotta make sure she ain't around when I say this. I think I’ma let Toi go.”

Keece looked over at him. “You still messing with Toi?”

“Yeah,” Big answered.

“Man, Toi has been a well-behaved side chick. Why would you stop fucking with her?” Dinero questioned.

“I don’t wanna keep cheating on Aimee. I'm starting to feel bad, plus Aimee almost answered my phone when Toi called last week.”

“Now that shit would've been hilarious,” Keece said and laughed.

“Hell yeah,” Dinero added.

“Bro, you should’ve seen how fast I snatched up that fucking phone.”

“But on a serious note, what do you think Aimee would do if she ever found out about Toi?” Keece asked.

Big sighed. “Man, I don’t even wanna think about it. I would be sick if she left me, though.”

“Man, you better keep Toi,” Dinero advised.

“Why would he do that?” Keece asked Dinero.

“Because she knows how to play by the rules. And she don’t expect shit from him since she got her own nigga.”

Keece waved his hand dismissively. “Bro, don’t listen to this nigga. Get Toi’s ass out of the way before Aimee finds out.

“If Aimee ain't found out yet, why stop?” Dinero argued.

“Nigga ‘cause he just wants one bitch,” Keece exclaimed.

Big started laughing because they were really going back and forth about
his
love life. Big understood what Dinero was saying, but he was ready to do right by Aimee even if he hadn't got caught with Toi.

“Man, fuck what Dinero is talkin’ about. End that shit,” Keece told Big.

“Bro, don’t listen to this faithful-ass nigga,” Dinero joked.

Keece and Big shared a laugh. Dinero would be the one to clown Keece because he chose not to cheat on his wife.

“Since you all up in my shit, are you still fuckin’ with twin?” Big asked, referring to Asia.

Dinero smirked before replying. “I know I said I wasn’t fucking with her anymore, but I lied. I like her little ass.”

“I knew your frontin’ ass did. This nigga was running from the pussy,” Big said to Keece.

Keece looked at Dinero. “Tell me Big is lying. I know you weren’t running,”

“Man, hell yeah I dipped. Her pussy had me like Pookie in New Jack City,” he joked.

Keece laughed and shook his head. “Scary-ass nigga.”

“Nah, but for real, she’s cool as fuck. I’ma see what she’s about, but I don’t want to be in a relationship, though.”

“You still scared from that shit that happened between you and Cadence?” Big asked, referring to his ex-girlfriend.

Dinero shrugged. It was true that he had his guard up so he wouldn’t get hurt again. “Man, I ain't thinking about that shit,” he lied.

“Bro, fuck all of that. You need to tell Toi’s ass to find a new side nigga. I don’t want to see my brother on the losing end like I was,” Keece explained.

“But you didn’t cheat on Paris, though,” Dinero argued.

“No, I didn’t cheat, but I was still entertaining Riley’s ass, and that shit backfired in my face.”

Big sat in deep thought as Keece’s words resonated in his psyche. Big had witnessed when Keece had gone through his breakup with Paris and he didn’t want to experience the same thing with Aimee. At that moment, Big had made up his mind to end things with Toi.

****

“So who is this new woman that you're seeing?” Aimee asked her father. She was finally having a conversation with Russell. Aimee had decided to reach out to him and see how he was doing, but he wasn’t making it easy with his terrible attitude.

“Why? You need to stay out of my relationship. Ain't that what you tell me?”

“So you're in a
relationship
?” Aimee questioned, ignoring his rude comments.

“I am.”

“How long have you known her?”

“For a while. We work together.”

Aimee sucked her teeth. “Were you seeing her when Mom was alive?” she asked ready to go off.

“No. I never cheated on your mother.”

Aimee twisted her lips, not believing him. “Did you sell the house yet?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Not yet. Stop asking me all of these damn questions. Are you still with that scrub?”

“As a matter of fact, I am. I’m not going to leave him all because you don’t like him. You not liking him has nothing to do with me.”

Russell grunted. “He’s going to hurt you and when he does, Daddy will be here to pick up the pieces,” he said in a condescending tone.

Aimee huffed. “Ever since Mom passed you’ve been so negative. What's your problem?”

“What the hell do you mean what's my problem? My wife died! That’s my fucking problem!”

Aimee was aghast at her father’s sudden aggression. His voice was filled with so much pain and anger that it alarmed Aimee. All of these weeks of avoiding him had suddenly made her feel guilty. He didn’t have anyone to lean on, and maybe she’d been selfish in not thinking about his grief.

“Dad…”

“What?” he answered in a shaky voice.

“I’m sorry. I've been so caught up in my attitude toward you that I haven’t been there for you. What do you need from me?” she asked apologetically.

There was silence for a moment before Russell said, “I don’t need anything, Mee-Mee. Just take care of yourself. I’ll talk to you later.”

Aimee hung up the phone, not feeling good about their conversation. Jovelyn’s death had inadvertently caused a rift in their relationship. Aimee thought that they would become closer during this mourning period, but they hadn't, and it saddened her. The sound of the doorbell ringing brought Aimee out of her thoughts. She opened the door and was surprised to see Dillon. He held up a bag of take-out food with his signature smile.

“Dillon, you really know the way to my heart. Get in here, boy.” Aimee laughed and pulled him inside.

“I knew your greedy ass wouldn’t turn down no food,” he joked, following her to the kitchen.

“Shut up. You must’ve missed me, huh? Where have you been? I haven’t seen you since you got out of jail, and that was almost a month ago.”

“Shit, I've been trappin’. You act like I ain't called you, though.”

“Yeah, but you know I need to see your crazy ass to make sure you ain't in trouble.” Aimee passed him a plate and joined him at the table.

“Your man ain't coming no time soon is he? I don’t wanna have to beat his ass.”

Aimee hit his arm. “You ain't gon’ do shit to my baby. I don’t need y’all to be beefin’ either.”

“That’s his insecure ass slamming doors in my face and shit. You don’t know how pissed off I was,” Dillon ranted, thinking about his encounter with Big.

“Yeah, he can be a little rude. But that’s bae, though.”

“Anyway, what's been up? Have you been doing better?”

Aimee nodded. “Yeah, for the most part, but I do have my days.”

“Yeah, I can understand that. You know Asia’s tough ass acts like she’s all good. I know she be hurting some times.”

“She does, but she doesn’t like to admit it. You know how Asia can be. But I don’t know about my daddy, though.”

“Why do you say that?”

“He’s been so angry since Mom passed. I haven’t been speaking with him that much. I think I should try to spend more time with him.”

Dillon scoffed. “Man, Russell…”

Aimee cut him off. “Russell what?”

“Never mind,” he said with a wave of his hand.

“No finish your sentence,” Aimee insisted.

“It ain't nothing, Aimee. Just forget I ever mentioned his name.”

Aimee narrowed her eyes at Dillon, still not satisfied with his reply. She felt like Dillon was keeping something from her about her father. Since he didn’t want to say anything, she let it go.

“Aye, my guy got me tickets to OJ Mayo’s birthday party. You and Asia should come with me.”

“The Bucks player?”

Dillon nodded. “Yeah. Is your man gon’ be okay with you coming with me? What's his name,
Big
?” Dillon asked, putting emphasis on his name.

Aimee rolled her eyes. “I don’t need permission, Dillon. I’ll be there.”

“And why they call that nigga Big anyway? His ass ain't that damn tall.”

“Big is tall. He’s also big somewhere else.”

Dillon mean mugged her and then shook his head. “I didn’t need to hear that.”

“And it’s sooo good too. That nigga be having me screeching in this bitch!”

Dillon got up from his seat with his plate in his hand. He walked out of the kitchen, leaving Aimee laughing hysterically.

“Wait, Dillon, there's more,” Aimee yelled after him.

Chapter Twenty-One

             From: T

             What's up? I wanna see you.

             To: T

             A’ight let me hop in the shower. I’ll meet you at the spot.

Big had just sent a confirmation text to Toi. He figured he would break the news to her about ending their relationship. He sat at his island inside of his kitchen and watched Aimee cook him breakfast. She was wearing a sports bra and matching panties. Seeing her ass bounce with every step she took made Big want to bend her over. Aimee turned around with a skillet in her hand and spooned eggs on his plate. Big wasted no time consuming his breakfast.

“So what's on you agenda today?” Aimee asked him.

“I gotta go meet up with Keece in a minute,” he lied.

“Oh. When do you go to court?”

“Next week.”

“Good. Do you want me to come with you? I wanna support you,” she offered.

Big smiled at her. Aimee was always supportive, and he was grateful for that. “You don’t have to, but I appreciate the offer.”

“Well, since you're not going to make any time for me today, I guess I’ll go hang with my sister.”

“I always make time for your ass. I’ll get up with you later. I promise.”

“Okay.”

After Big ate his breakfast, he traveled up to his bedroom so he could take a shower. Aimee cleaned the kitchen before she went upstairs. Since Aimee had already showered, she slipped on her clothes. While Big was in the shower, his phone kept alerting him of a text message. Aimee ignored it then began to do her hair. When his phone went off again, she walked over to his nightstand. She picked up the phone and saw a message from someone named T.

From: T

I’m stopping at Cousin’s. Do you want me to pick you up something?

From: T

I got you something anyway. I can’t wait for you to give me a release. Hurry your ass up.

Aimee could tell by the text that it was from another woman. She felt anger rise up inside of her as she read those text messages.
What the fuck does she mean give her a release?
Aimee said to herself. She was determined to find out what the hell was going on. Once she heard the water shut off, Aimee hurried and put Big’s phone back on the nightstand.

She walked back over to the dresser to make it look like she hadn’t touched his phone. Big came out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He carried on like he didn’t have a care in the world. Aimee wanted to question him so badly, but she knew there was a chance he would lie, and she needed the truth.

“Alright I'm about to go. Call me later,” she said as she kissed him.

“A’ight baby.”

Aimee hurried out of the house and to her car. She decided to follow Big to see where he was going.

Aimee drove out of the driveway and parked down the street. She waited patiently for Big to leave the house. All kinds of thoughts were running through her mind as she waited. She hoped that she was wrong about the text coming from a woman, but her instincts told her that it was true. After twenty minutes, Aimee finally spotted Big pulling out of the driveway. She hurried and started her car and began to trail him.

Aimee made sure to stay a few cars behind him. During the drive, her nerves were all over the place, and her stomach began to form into knots. She wouldn’t be able to take it if Big was actually cheating on her. Aimee held so much love for him in her heart, and she knew it would break her if he wasn’t being faithful.

Big turned down a street on sixty-sixth and Hadley. He parked in front of a one-story home that Aimee had never been to before. She parked at the opposite corner so Big wouldn’t be able to spot her car. Seconds later, Aimee saw a woman get out of her car at the same time Big did. When they shared a brief kiss, Aimee felt her heart literally shatter.

“I know this mothafucka didn’t kiss that bitch,” Aimee spat then reached for the door handle and opened it.

Just as her foot hit the pavement, Aimee stopped herself. “You know what? I’m going to see how long his bitch ass stays in the house,” she said as she watched them walk inside.

Aimee looked at the time and noticed that it was 1:21 pm. She waited anxiously as her legs shook vigorously. As bad as she wanted to go kick that door in, Aimee had to see how long Big would stay inside. She pulled out her phone and dialed his number just to see if he would answer. When he sent Aimee’s call to voicemail, it only infuriated her more. Although she had tears in her eyes, she refused to let them fall. She had given every part of herself to Big and to see him kiss another woman tore her up inside.
Just take a deep breath
,
she coached herself.

Aimee sat back in her seat and watched the clock.

****

“I bought you a sandwich,” Toi said as she placed the food on the table.

“Thanks, but I ain't hungry,” Big replied and took a seat on the couch.

Toi noticed his solemn mood and went to sit next to him. “What's wrong, Big?”

“I can’t fuck with you anymore.”

Toi sat there stunned by his revelation. Out of all the years that they’d been having an affair, she’d never heard those words come out of Big’s mouth.

“Why not?” she asked, finally finding her voice.

Big sat back on the couch and released a sigh. “Because I'm starting to feel guilty, and my girl don’t deserve it. I wanna do right by Aimee because honestly I can see her becoming my wife one day.”

Toi swallowed the huge lump in her throat. Even though she was married and loved her husband with all of her heart, it pained Toi to have to let Big go. She held deep feelings for him and she cared about him a great deal. Toi sat in silence, not knowing what to say.

“You mad?” Big asked her.

Toi shook her head. “No, I'm not mad. I just wish that it wouldn’t hurt like this. But I completely understand, Big, so don’t feel guilty for ending our affair. I need to be a better wife anyway,” she joked as a tear ran down her cheek.

Big wiped her tears with his finger and kissed her. He knew he was making the right decision by ending their relationship. Big had a lot on his plate, and knew that this would be a huge burden off of his shoulders. “We can still be friends except we can’t fuck no more.”.

Toi laughed and hit him playfully. She was going to miss Big’s crazy humor. “Well, since we’re here, I think we should have some farewell sex.”

Big didn’t see a problem with fucking Toi one last time. “Come on so I can murder that pussy one more time.”

Toi happily hopped up and followed after Big. She was going to miss their intense sex sessions. Since this would be their last time being intimate, Toi planned to give Big all of her body. She wanted to leave him with something worth remembering.
I’m about to fuck the shit out of his ass.

****

Aimee watched as Big and the unknown woman exited the house. The time was now 3:30 pm, which meant Big had spent two hours inside of the house. It killed Aimee every minute that she had to sit and wait, but she needed confirmation that he was actually cheating on her. That fact alone caused Aimee to feel resentment in her heart. The thought of Big cheating on her had never crossed her mind, and now Aimee felt stupid. She didn’t even realize that she was crying until she felt a tear drop on her chest. Aimee grabbed her phone and sent Paris and Camara a text message. She needed to talk to someone who had experienced heartbreak before.

Aimee drove to pick up Paris and then drove to get Camara. The threesome all sat in the car outside of Camara’s house. Camara was in the back seat munching on a bag of hot fries while Paris sat in the front seat watching Aimee text in her phone. Paris could tell that something was bothering Aimee, but she hadn't said a word since she’d picked them up.

“Aimee, I know you didn’t come get us so we could watch you text,” Camara said.

Aimee took a deep breath and looked up. “I'm sorry, y’all. I was texting my sister.”

“What's wrong? You don’t look too happy,” Paris said.

“Big is cheating on me.”

“What?” Paris and Camara asked in unison.

Aimee nodded her head somberly. “Yep. I followed his ass today and saw it for myself.”

“Okay, are you sure he’s cheating on you? Maybe it wasn’t what you thought,” Paris offered, trying to remain positive.

Aimee turned to Paris and gave her an uninterested look. “I saw him kiss the bitch in her mouth. That’s all I needed to see,” she spat.

“Oh my fucking goodness. Big is really cheating on you?” Camara asked in disbelief.

Paris shook her head. “I would've never suspected it. Are you okay?”

              Aimee shrugged. She honestly was going through an array of emotions. The bottom line was, she was hurt and devastated.

“Well, let me just say that I know how you feel. Kiyan used to cheat on me constantly, and I can tell you that it doesn’t feel good, especially when you're madly in love with the person. If you want to leave him, do it, and if you want to stay with him, you can. I said that because I don’t want you to think we’ll judge if you decide to stay,” Camara told her.

“Yeah, ‘cause you know I went through it with Keece,” Paris added.

Aimee huffed, hating that she was forced to deal with Big’s infidelity. She was finally starting to feel a little better about her mom’s death, but now that Big had been exposed, she felt back at square one emotionally.

“Y’all, I'm so fucked up right now. I feel like killing that nigga for playing with my fucking emotions like this!”

“Damn, I feel bad for you, Aimee. I don’t want you to go through that shit. You know what? Let’s go and fuck that nigga up,” Camara suggested.

Paris smacked his lips. “Hell no. You're not about to have Keece trying to whoop my ass because we fucked up his brother.”

Camara laughed, knowing that it was true. Aimee managed to crack a smile through her anger.

“So what are you going to do?” Paris questioned Aimee.

“I don’t know. Y’all know I love Big so much, but I can’t see myself staying with his cheating ass. Ain't no telling how long he’s been messing with that hoe.”

“All I can say is follow your heart. If you leave, though, it’s a chance that he may come to your house begging and pleading. Are you prepared for that?” Camara asked.

“Yeah, I'm prepared because I’m already set to go hide out at Asia’s house.”

“I know that’s right. Get ghost on his ass,” Camara joked.

“I remember I called myself doing that after Keece and I broke up. Why did that nigga still find me?” Paris laughed.

Camara laughed. “That’s because Keece got a couple of screws loose.”

Paris stopped laughing and cut her eyes at Camara. “Bitch, please don’t act like Kiyan ain't crazy. What did you used to say to me? Well, he is a
DeMao
,” she said, mimicking Camara.

“Anyway, Aimee, I'm here for you, boo. You just say the word, and I’ll show up with the pistol,” Camara assured her.

Aimee smiled at Camara. She was grateful that she had friends that she could count on. “Thanks, y’all, but I'm about to go to his house and confront his ass. I’ll text y’all after I leave to tell you what happened.”

“Okay. You do that because you know we’re nosy as hell. And don’t worry about dropping me off at home because Camara will do it. Plus, I like when Keece calls me and demands that I bring my ass home. It just does something to me.” Paris squirmed in her seat.

“This bitch is crazy,” Camara said as she got out of the car.

Paris gave Aimee a hug and got out of the car. It felt good talking with Paris and Camara, but now it was time to really get to business. Aimee didn’t know what she would be capable of when she was finally face to face with Big. All she knew was that she was about to get some shit off of her chest.