Big and Aimee: Beautiful Chaos (13 page)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Aimee used her key to let herself into Big’s home. Hours after she left Camara’s house, she’d finally texted Big to let him know that she was on her way. Before coming inside of the house, Aimee had sat in her car trying to calm herself down for a good ten minutes. She’d wanted to go off on Big, but she decided to do it a different way.

She found Big in his living room watching a movie. He looked up and smiled when he saw her. “Damn, girl, where your ass been all day? I was missing you,” he said and stretched his arms out for a hug.

Just be cool, Aimee
,
she silently coached herself as she walked over and hugged him. Big gave her a juicy kiss on the lips, and it took everything inside of Aimee not to spit in his mouth.

“So how was your day?” Aimee asked, anticipating his reply.

“It was cool…business as usual. I was gon’ go to the bar, but I wanted to spend my night with you,” Big said, kissing her again.

Oh my God! He is so fake. Ugh!
Aimee ranted in her head. For some reason, Big couldn’t keep his hands off of her.

“Did you miss me today?” he asked her.

“Of course I did. But do you know what's been on my mind all day?”

“What?”

“Giving you some sloppy toppy. Can I take care of you?” she purred.

“Hell yeah.”

Aimee happily got on her knees and pulled Big’s dick out of his jeans. She stroked his penis to life as she gave Big a lustful look. Without warning, Aimee wrapped her lips around his shaft and began to bob her head up and down. Big’s head fell back, loving the feel of her wet mouth. When Aimee could tell that he was becoming lost in his pleasure, she bit down hard on his dick.

“Fuck!” Big yelled instantly grabbing his manhood.

Aimee stood up and looked at Big squirm in anguish. It gave her a sense of satisfaction knowing that he was feeling some kind of pain.

“What the fuck you do that shit for?” he bellowed, still holding his aching dick.

“Fuck you! I don’t care nothing about that dirty-ass dick of yours, you cheating-ass bastard!” Aimee shouted.

“Man, fuck! Aimee, if my shit don’t work no more, I’ma fuck you up,” Big groaned.

“So you’ve really been cheating on me?” she asked with her arms crossed on her chest.

“No. What the fuck are you talking about?!” Big yelled, feeling the pain spread to his stomach.

“You know what I'm talking about, bitch. You went to see that hoe named T today. You know…at the house on Hadley Street. I could kill you,” Aimee yelled as she rushed him.

Big grabbed her and pinned her down before she could go wild on him. He crossed her arms over her chest while Aimee kicked her legs wildly.

“Calm the fuck down. I don’t know nobody named T,” he lied.

Aimee couldn’t believe that he was actually lying in her face. Big didn’t even have enough respect to present her with the truth.

“Why are you lying? I followed you and you kissed her before you went in the house with her! And your bitch ass had the nerve to stay inside for over two fucking hours!” Aimee barked in his face.

Fuck! How the fuck did she find out about Toi?
Big questioned himself as Aimee rattled off about his encounter with Toi. He’d had no idea that Aimee was following him earlier. Big could see it in Aimee’s face that she was hurt, and he didn’t know what to do to take away the pain. He couldn’t keep lying to her when she’d already seen him with Toi. How would he explain the reason he was inside of the house with Toi for two hours?

“Can you calm down and let me explain?” Big asked.

“Yep. I’m listening,” Aimee spat.

Damn, I wasn’t expecting her to say that shit
, he thought.
Big had to come up with something quick because Aimee was giving him a death stare.

“I swear I ended that shit with her today.”

“Mothafucka, you really expect me to believe that shit! Get off of me, Big!”

“A’ight, I’ll let you up, but don’t fuckin’ hit me,” Big warned as he lifted his body off of hers.

Big watched Aimee get up and snatch her keys from the table. She took a key off of her ring and threw it at Big.

“I am done with your ass! You wanna cheat on me like I haven’t been through enough already! I've had to play by your fucking rules during this entire relationship! And on top of that, I've also had to fight with your ignorant-ass baby mama! I'm too good of a woman to have to deal with you and your fucking baggage! Goodbye!” Aimee roared as she tried to walk past Big.

Big grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving. He was fearful that Aimee had meant every word that she’d said, and he couldn’t fathom the thought of her leaving him.

“Wait, baby! I fucked up, a’ight? Don’t leave without hearing me out.”

“Fuck you!” Aimee hissed and snatched her arm away from him.

Big watched as Aimee stormed out of his home and possibly his life. A nauseating feeling overcame him as he paced back and forth. Big was trying to come up with a plan to win Aimee back, but he came up empty. He wasn’t going to sit around and allow Aimee to leave him. She was his breath of fresh air, and he couldn’t stomach being without her.

Big grabbed his car keys and jetted out the door. He was on his way to her house to plead for her forgiveness. If he had to, Big was willing to confess to everything in order to keep Aimee in his life.

****

“Dinero, rub my feet,” Asia requested as she propped her feet in his lap.

Dinero pushed her feet off of his lap and said, “Fuck outta here.”

They were sitting at Asia’s house watching a movie. She had begged Dinero to come over to see her, and he had reluctantly obliged. Although Dinero was still trying to hold back from Asia, she could tell that she was breaking down some of his walls.

“Come on, rude boy. My shits are aching,” she whined.

“Them mothafuckas ugly too.”

Asia smacked her lips. “My feet are beautiful, thank you very much.”

“You think so? Well, let me take a picture and post it on Instagram. Let’s see how many likes you get.”

“Go ahead,” Asia said and allowed him to take a picture of her feet.

She watched as Dinero posted the picture to Instagram. Suddenly, she felt the urge to kiss him, so she grabbed his face and gave him a deep sensual kiss. Dinero didn’t fight back and allowed his tongue to dance with hers. Asia straddled Dinero and wrapped her arms around his neck while still lip locking. Dinero planted his hands on her ass and caressed it roughly. She could feel his hardened dick poking her center through his jeans. Just as Dinero was removing Asia’s shirt, her doorbell rang.

“Who the hell is that?” Asia wondered and climbed off of Dinero’s lap.

“Man, don’t answer that shit. Come on and take care of a nigga,” he said and grabbed her.

“Wait. Just let me see who it is,”

Asia looked out of the peep hole and saw Aimee standing there. She hurried and opened the door and quickly noticed that Aimee looked like she had been crying.

“I need to stay here for a little while,” Aimee told Asia as soon as she walked in.

“What's wrong?”

Aimee stopped in her tracks when she saw Dinero sitting on the couch.

“Oh, I didn’t know you had company. Hey Dinero,” Aimee greeted him.

“What's up, Aimee? You good?”

Aimee nodded. “Yeah. Maybe I’ll come back later. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“Sis, you're good. You're not interrupting anything.”

“Man, yes, she is. I'm trying to fuck right now, Aimee, and you’re blockin’ a nigga,” Dinero said.

Asia glared at Dinero who held a smirk on his face. “Don’t listen to him. You're not interrupting
anything.
Do you need to talk?”

“I do, but I can wait,” Aimee assured her.

“No. Come on. Let’s go talk. Dinero, can I get up with you later?” Asia asked.

“Yeah.” Dinero stood to his feet and instead of walking to the front door, he started walking to Asia’s bedroom.

“I thought you were leaving.”

Dinero scoffed. “I ain't going nowhere. You made me come over here and watch them boring ass movies on a fucking Friday. I could’ve been out with my brothers, but nah, I came to chill with you. So we chillin’ all night long. I’ll give you time to talk to Aimee. I’ll be in the bedroom waiting.”

Asia shook her head and laughed. Dinero was such an asshole, and she couldn’t believe she was actually attracted to him.

“I don’t see how you do it.” Aimee chuckled.

“Shit, me either. What's wrong? Are you thinking about Mom?”

Aimee shook her head and took a seat on the sofa. “No. I found out that Big has been cheating on me.”

“What?” Asia asked and sat next to her. “How do you know?”

Aimee told her about the events from today. Asia couldn’t believe what she’d heard. She was angry that Big was actually cheating on Aimee. Aimee and Asia were extremely protective of each other, and whenever one was in pain, so was the other one.

“Damn, sis, that shit is bogus. Fuck Big! It’s his fucking loss,” Asia snapped.

“Is it stupid that I still want to be with him?” Aimee asked.

Asia shook her head. “No, it’s not stupid. That’s how it is when you're in love with someone. We make decisions with our heart instead of our minds. So does that mean you're going to forgive him?”

“Hell no! Fuck that nigga!”

Asia laughed. “Well, damn! Excuse me. You're the one who just said you still wanted to be with him.”

“I mean I do, but I'm not. I don’t want to be the bitch that gets cheated on all the time,” Aimee told her.

Asia sighed, not liking that her sister was going through another hurtful situation. “I understand, and you know you can stay here for as long as you want. We’ll get through this, okay?”

Aimee nodded and rested her head on Asia’s shoulder. She always found so much comfort in Asia’s words. Asia was a lot like their mother. She was always loving and caring. That was the reason that Aimee decided to go stay with her. Asia made Aimee feel safe and she always could count on her.

“Damn, I’m kinda mad that Dinero saw me over here. It’s a chance that he might tell Big where I am.”

“I’ll make sure he stays out of it,” Asia promised.

“Girl, please. That’s not going to happen, but I'm going to lie down. I've had a rough day. Good night.” Aimee stood and walked to the guest bedroom.

Once her head hit the pillow, Aimee began to release more tears. Big was her everything, and the thought of moving on without him caused her heart to throb. He was all that Aimee had known for the last year and a half. Big was the one who had captured her heart. Aimee fought the urge to call and hear his voice. She was so confused, and her fickle emotions weren’t helping.

Aimee heard her phone ring inside of her purse. She grabbed it and saw that it was Big calling. She hit the ignore button and lay back down. She forced herself to go to sleep, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.

****

Big stormed inside of Aimee’s house, searching from room to room. When he figured out that she was wasn’t there, he frantically pulled out his phone. Big dialed Aimee’s number only to be sent to the voicemail. The only thought that was running through his mind was if Aimee was with Dillon. He didn’t like her friendship with him, and the fact that he’d just fucked up left Big feeling like Dillon would have a chance with Aimee.

“She bet’ not be with that hoe-ass nigga,” Big ranted and then texted Keece and Kiyan.

He wanted to make sure that Aimee wasn’t with Paris or Camara. Once they texted him back telling him that Aimee wasn’t with them, Big asked Keece and Kiyan to meet him at the construction office. He needed someone to talk to because at the rate he was going, he was sure to go crazy.

Big walked out of Aimee’s house and got in his ride. He drove to the construction office with a million things on his mind. Big didn’t have a clue as to how Aimee found out about Toi. He always made sure to cover his tracks, so when Aimee confronted him he was shocked to say the least. Big walked inside and spotted Keece and Kiyan sitting at the table. He walked over and sat without saying a word.

“What's up, bro?” Keece asked.

“Why the hell did you ask if Aimee was with Cam?” Kiyan quizzed.

Big sighed and said, “Aimee found out about Toi.”

“What?” Keece asked with a surprised look on his face. Kiyan laughed and Big rubbed his face with his hands.

“I don’t know. This is what happened—she came to my crib and offered to suck my dick. But why did she almost bite my shit off?”

“Wait. What?” Keece laughed uncontrollably.

“Man, I would've dotted her shit. She really bit your dick, my nigga?” Kiyan asked, cracking up.

“Bro, she tried to tear my dick off. That shit hurt so bad that I wanted to knock her little ass out. When I asked her why she did that, she said she had followed me to the spot where me and Toi usually meet. Y’all didn’t tell Camara or Paris did y’all?” Big asked.