Big and Aimee: Beautiful Chaos (11 page)

Dinero smiled. “I don’t wanna like your Asian ass either,” he joked.

Asia smacked her lips. “I wish you would stop referring to my ethnicity. I promise I'm going to come pepper spray your ass,” she snapped.

“My bad, killa. Can I come take you out tomorrow?”

“I thought you didn’t go on dates.”

“I don’t, but I’ll make an exception for your cute ass,” he flirted.

“Sure, Dinero. Just text me a time so I can be ready.”

“A’ight. I’ma see you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Bye.”

   Dinero hung up with a smile on his face. Knowing that he was going to be seeing Asia later on in the day had him happy as a kid on Christmas. Dinero put his phone on the charger and got under the covers. He rolled over and fell into a deep drunken slumber.

Chapter Nineteen

One month later…

Aimee sat at her desk texting Asia. Asia was informing her that Russell was seeing someone new. Aimee didn’t know how to feel about the news, but it didn’t settle well with her. Her mother had only been in the ground for almost two months, and Russell was already moving on. Aimee knew that she shouldn’t have placed a time limit on when he should start dating, but she couldn’t help but feel that it was too soon. Asia tried to explain that men moved on faster than women and that maybe he was lonely. But Aimee still didn’t care. She and Russell hadn't been speaking that much since he insisted that she end her relationship with Big. He felt that Aimee could do way better than Big. She felt that he should stay out of her relationship. Russell didn’t know much about Big, and the fact that he wanted her to leave him alone aggravated Aimee.

Three weeks after Jovelyn’s death, Aimee decided to go back to work. Sitting at home had created a depressing mood for her, and she had been ready to come out of her funk. Even though things were getting better for Aimee, she still would have days where she would yearn for her mother’s touch. Sometimes she would even call her cell phone and listen to her voicemail greeting. She wasn’t sure why her father hadn't turned Jovelyn’s phone off. Aimee figured he may have been calling to hear her voice as well.

            A knock at the door broke her from her thoughts. Aimee smiled when she saw Big come through. He was looking so fine with his black fitted cap turned backwards and his beard lined to precision. The weather had changed in Milwaukee, so Big was sporting an olive bomber jacket with a black t-shirt and black jeans. He had on a pair all black Jordan’s.

“What are you doing here?” Aimee asked, surprised to see him.

Big walked over and pinched her cheeks. She playfully hit his hand because she hated when he did that. He sat on top of her desk and looked at her.

“I came to pick you up.”

“Really? Where are we going?” she asked excitedly.

“Don’t worry about it. Just let your man work.”

Aimee smacked her lips and playfully rolled her eyes. Since her work was finished for the day, she alerted Paris that she would be leaving. After that, Aimee walked back to her desk and logged off of her computer. She felt Big’s eyes on her as she grabbed her purse.

“You like what you see?” she flirted.

“Nah, not really,” he kidded.

Aimee sucked her teeth. “Whatever. Lets go.”

The couple walked out of the office with Aimee’s arm linked through Big’s. He helped her into the car and then jumped into his seat. When Big merged onto the expressway, Aimee was curious as to where they were going.

“Babe, where are we going?”

“Why can’t you ever just sit back and ride?” he asked her as he switched lanes.

“Because you know I'm nosy. Now answer my question.”

“I'm taking you to the Dells for the weekend.”

Aimee danced in her seat at his news. Wisconsin Dells was the waterpark capitol of the world and a top vacation spot for many Wisconsinites. Aimee had frequented the Dells often and was very excited.

Aimee stopped dancing in her seat and looked at Big. “Wait, I don’t have any clothes.”

“You ain't gon’ need no clothes this weekend,” he replied with a smirk.

Aimee could feel her kitty purr from his words. “Oh, it’s one of those kinds of weekends?”

“Yep. I’m about to tear that pussy up all weekend long.”

Before Aimee could respond, Big’s phone rang in the cup holder. He could tell by the ringtone that it was Toi. Big had forgotten to put Toi’s number on the block list for the weekend since he didn’t want any distractions.

“Do you want me to get that?” Aimee offered.

Big hurried and grabbed his phone before she could and said, “Nah I got it.”

Instead of sending Toi to the voicemail he decided to answer so Aimee wouldn’t become suspicious.

“Hello?”

“What's up, Big? Can I see you?” Toi asked.

“I can’t right now. I'm chillin’ with Aimee,” he spoke, trying to sound normal

“Oh, my bad. Did I call at a bad time?”

“Yeah, but you’re good. I’ll holla’ at you when I get back,” Big said and hung up.

Damn that was close,
Big said to himself. His mother’s words kept replaying in his mind from their visit. Big knew that this situation could possibly blow up in his face if he didn’t get out in time. Big looked over at Aimee who was touching up her lip gloss. She was oblivious to Big’s extracurricular activities, and he knew that she was worthy of more than what he was giving her.

After a two hour drive, they finally pulled up to their destination. Big had booked them a suite at the Kalahari Resorts and Convention Hotel. He grabbed his bag and the one he had packed for Aimee and then led the way inside. After checking in at the front desk, the couple walked to their suite. Aimee’s mouth dropped once she walked inside. The suite was decked out in candles that were placed all over. The romantic ambiance was complete with rose petals on the floor. Aimee threw her arms around Big’s neck and kissed him.

“This is so nice, honey.”

“I wanted to do something nice for you since you’ve been kinda down,” he said, referring to her mom’s death.

Aimee poked her bottom lip out. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

“I think it’s something for you on the counter,” Big told her.

Aimee happily rushed over to the counter where there were three different cards. The first card said, “I Love You”.
The second card read, “My Heart is Yours,”
and the last one had a picture of a heart on it. Aimee felt tears pool in her eyes. Big could be such a sweetheart, and she was glad that he was all hers. Aimee looked at the other end of the counter and spotted a velvet black box. She opened it and gasped at the diamond necklace.

“Babe, this is beautiful. You're about to make me cry.”

Big walked over and hugged her from behind. His cologne took over her senses as he kissed her neck. “Here, let me put it on for you.”

Big secured the necklace around her neck and spun her around. He gave her a head nod of approval.

“This was so thoughtful of you. Big, you can really be sweet when you wanna be,” she teased.

“Man, I'm always sweet to you.”

“Yeah…okay,” she joked.

A knock at the door got their attention. Big walked over to open it to let a man and a woman inside. Aimee gave him a perplexed look, trying to understand who they were.

“Who are they?”

“I hired a chef and a masseuse. You can start cooking, and you can set up in the bedroom,” Big instructed them.

The man and woman went to their assigned work spaces and got busy. Big and Aimee sat at the table and shared a glass of champagne while they waited for their dinner. Aimee was in total bliss at the evening that Big had planned. His surprises were overwhelming, but nonetheless, they felt good.

“You are making me fall in love all over again tonight,” Aimee said seductively and then took a sip of her champagne.

Big could feel his dick jump at the sight of her. He was so attracted to Aimee that other women rarely caught his eye. Yes, he was cheating on her with Toi, but she didn’t have half the beauty of Aimee.

“Fall in love, huh? So you’re in love with a nigga?” he joked.

“You know I am, and I'm all yours…unless you're giving up your goods to someone else,” she shot with a raised brow.

Hearing her say those words caused his stomach to turn a bit. It seemed like each day his guilt was growing more and more.
Maybe I should just tell her about Toi? Nah, she looks so happy, and I don’t want to ruin her night.

“You don’t have to worry about sharing me,” he lied so effortlessly.

“Good,” Aimee said winking at him.

The chef then presented them with their entrées, which consisted of Asian-style steamed snapper, asparagus with buttered breadcrumbs, and mashed potatoes. Big and Aimee wasted no time digging into their food. While eating, the couple discussed various subjects. After devouring their meal, Big got up from his seat and helped Aimee stand to her feet.

“Go in there and let ol’ girl give you a massage. I need that body right for this beating I'm about to put on that pussy,” he said lustfully.

Aimee licked her lips and did what she’d been told. She walked into the master bedroom and was greeted by the masseuse and a massage table. The masseuse instructed Aimee to undress and lie down on the table. Aimee did as instructed and allowed the masseuse to work her magic. The woman worked out every kink and knot in Aimee’s body. After an hour of nonstop relaxation, the lady was done and packing up her things to leave. Aimee grabbed her robe and went to look for Big. She noticed that the chef had left as she passed the kitchen. She found Big in the living room smoking a blunt.

“Do they allow smoking in here?” Aimee asked as she took a seat next to him.

“I don’t even know.” He gave her a lustful stare and asked, “What's up with some butt?”

Aimee laughed loudly at his words. “You so ignant, but you can meet me in the bedroom,” she said and sauntered off.

Big happily hopped from the couch and followed Aimee. She dropped the robe from her naked body. She turned around, slowly showcasing her full breasts and waxed kitty. Big wished he could take a picture of the beautiful sight. He loved every inched of Aimee’s body and couldn’t wait to taste her.
“It’s your night, Big. What do you want me to do?” she purred.

Big bit his bottom lip and began to take his shirt off. “Lay on your back with your knees up.”

Aimee strolled over to the bed and did as she was told. Big stripped out of the rest of his clothes and walked over to the bed. In one swift motion, Big scooped her up and placed her body on his shoulders. Aimee was amazed at his strength and couldn’t wait to see what he was going to do next. Big walked them over to the wall and began to feast on her pussy. Aimee moaned in pleasure as Big’s tongue assaulted her clit. With Aimee being in the air and Big eating her pussy like he hadn't had a meal, she felt a euphoric sensation that she never wanted to escape.

“Baaabyyy, it feels so good,” Aimee whined while rubbing on the back of his head.

Big reached up and pinched Aimee’s swollen nipples while still sucking on her pussy. Aimee was so wet that Big could feel her fluids in his beard.

“Come on and let me taste them juices,” he coached her.

Aimee planted her hands on the ceiling, bracing herself for her oncoming orgasm. If this is what Sevyn Streeter meant by having sex on the ceiling, then Aimee was all for it. Her legs began to shake and her walls began to convulse.

“Shit!” Aimee shouted.

Aimee’s love came down viciously, and Big sucked up every drop. He slowly let her down from his shoulders while smiling at his handiwork. Aimee could barely stand because her legs were so weak, but that wasn’t going to stop her from pleasing her man. She got on her knees and began to stroke his dick with her hand.

“What do you want me to do with this?” she asked.

“Suck that mothafucka.”

Aimee didn’t need to hear another word as she wrapped her lips around the tip and allowed her tongue to circle it. In a hasty motion, Aimee deep throated his shaft while gently massaging his nuts. Big’s head fell back in pleasure as he bit his lip. Aimee was sucking his dick like she was possessed, and he was loving it. Big grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her deeper on his dick. Aimee could feel her saliva running down her chin as she picked up her pace.

“Damn, Aimee…fuck…just like that,” Big moaned.

Aimee felt his dick pulsate, alerting her that his orgasm was approaching. After five more minutes of sucking him like a popsicle on a hot summer day, Big erupted in her mouth. Aimee made sure to swallow every drop while gazing into his eyes. She could tell that Big was under a spell from the head that she’d just given him.

She stood to her feet and gave him a sensual kiss. Although Big had just eaten the soul out of her, she still wanted some dick. Still lip locking, Big walked Aimee toward the bed. She fell backwards and allowed Big to climb between her legs.

“Baby, let me feel it without the rubber,” he said as he lightly sucked on her neck.

“No Big. I'm not on birth control,” she protested.

“I promise I’ma pull out.”

“I don’t trust that…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Big had plunged his dick into her moist center. He went all the way in and then pulled out. Earlier, Big had wanted to beat her pussy up, but now that he was knee deep inside of her, he had to take his time.

“I swear this the best pussy I've ever had,” Big whispered in her ear.

Aimee couldn’t even respond because Big was hitting every nook and cranny of her throbbing kitty.

“Baby, please don’t stop,” Aimee whimpered.

Big began to move his hips in a circular motion as he locked hands with Aimee. She was loving his passion-filled strokes. Aimee felt his sexual being connecting with hers. Big commenced to lick and gently bite her neck, making sure to leave a trail of hickeys. Aimee’s pussy was so wet that he heard the slippery sounds every time he stroked her.