Big and Aimee: Beautiful Chaos (3 page)

Chapter Five

The following week, Big made his way to see his mother, Elle. He didn’t get a chance to see her often because he was so busy. Sometimes, Big chose to stay away because he couldn’t stand to see his mother in her drunken state. It saddened him that Elle had chosen alcohol over her children. He knew that she had gone through an emotional breakdown after his biological father was killed, but he thought she would have been able to recover. Elle never bounced back from the death of her husband. She chose to sulk in alcohol.

Big pulled up to the house and got out. He used his key to unlock the door and walked inside. Surprisingly, the house was clean as he made his way to the kitchen. He looked in the fridge and noticed that there wasn’t any food. He sighed and then walked to his mother’s room and knocked lightly. After she granted him access, Big opened the door. Elle sat up in her bed with a bonnet on her head. Instantly, Big noticed the empty gin bottle on her nightstand. He shook his head and walked over to her.

“What’s up, Mama?” he greeted her as he bent down and gave her a hug. Big smelled the alcohol seeping from her pores.

She smiled at him faintly. “Hey, baby. How’re you doing?”

Big sat at the foot of her bed and looked at her. Her once glowing brown skin was now dry and dull. The alcohol had aged her drastically. Gray hairs peeked from under her bonnet, and her thick eyebrows were overdue for a wax.

“I’m good, Mama. Why didn’t you tell me you needed groceries?”

Elle shrugged. “I didn’t want to bother you. Besides, you just gave me money for the mortgage.”

Big smacked his lips, frustrated with her answer. He had the same conversation with her every month. He hated when she didn’t open her mouth and tell him that she was in need of something. Big would never have a problem helping his mother out.

“Ma, you know that’s not a problem for me. I don’t care how many times you call me for something. I’m going to make sure you have it. Stop doing that,” he scolded her.

Elle gave him a sad look. “I know, but I can’t help it. You're paying all of my bills and paying for Danica’s tuition too.”

“Mama, the little bit of money I give y’all is pocket change to me. It’s not going to break me. Now do you need some money?” he asked, becoming tired of the back and forth.

Elle sighed and nodded her head. Big dug into his pocket and peeled off five hundred dollars and handed it to her. She placed it on her nightstand.

“Thank you, son. So how’s everything going in your life? How’s my grandbaby doing?” she asked.

“I just reopened my bar last week. I haven’t seen Zaria since I got into it with Tara. She’s keeping her from me,” Big said as he tried to control his anger. Ever since he kicked Tara off of his property, she had been ignoring his calls and not answering her door.

Elle shook her head. “Son, why won’t you take her court? You have the same parental rights as she does.”

              Big sighed and fell backwards onto the bed. He had been asked that question numerous times before, and his answer was the same. “I don’t want the court system all in our business. I don’t need some judge to tell me how much I should pay in child support or how many days I should see my daughter.”

“Well, I’m sure the court would award you more days with Zaria than Tara gives you.”

Big sat in silence as he thought about taking Tara to court. He had grown weary of seeing his daughter on Tara’s terms. He thought maybe it was time to bite the bullet and finally take her to court. “I’ll think about it,” he said.

Elle fidgeted with her fingers for a moment before she said, “Dakaden, I think I’m ready to get help for my addiction.”

Big snapped his head in her direction, totally shocked by what had just come out of her mouth. For years, everyone from Dom down to Danica had urged Elle to go to rehab, she’d refused. So after hearing those words come from her mouth, Big was flabbergasted.

“What did you just say?” he asked just to make sure he had heard her right.

“I said I want to get help. I had a physical early this week and the doctor performed a liver panel test. The results weren’t good, and he warned me that if I didn’t stop drinking, I would be dead in six months. I've missed out on you and Danica’s lives, but I want to be here to see my grandbaby grow up.” She spoke with tears streaming from her eyes.

Big sat up and hugged his mother. He hated to see her cry, but at the same time he was glad that she had finally requested help. He hated having an alcoholic for a mother. But now that she wanted to change her lifestyle, he was elated.

“Don’t cry, Ma. We’ll get you into a rehab center. You know I’m here for you,” Big spoke softly.

“Oh, baby, I don’t deserve you guys. I…I was a terrible mother,” she cried.

“Mama, please stop beating yourself up. You did the right thing by allowing us to go and live in more stable households. We turned out just fine, so don’t be so hard on yourself,” he told her as he wiped her tears.

Elle sniffled and looked at Big. He was such a good son, and she’d hated that she had missed out on most of his life. She would forever be thankful to Dom, who’d taken him and made Big into the man he was today.

“Thank you, son.”

“You’re good, Mama. Now let’s find a treatment center for you.”

****

Aimee sat and sipped her drink as she watched Asia and Dillon play pool. They were at Romine’s High Pocket and Restaurant located on the south side of Milwaukee. They’d finally made time for one another and agreed to hang out. Since Aimee sucked at playing pool, she chose to sit on the sideline and watch. She chuckled as Dillon and Asia talked shit to one another. Dillon stood at 5’’9 with a slim physique. He was boyishly handsome with long eye lashes and deep dimples. Dillon’s skin was the color of honey with a low cut fade and goatee.

“I told you, Asia, you're not fucking with me when it comes to pool,” Dillon said, laughing.

Asia smacked her lips. “Negro, I just whooped your ass on the last game.”

“That is true,” Aimee added.

Dillon looked at Aimee with a twisted face then dismissively waved his hand at her. “There’s always somebody on sideline talking shit,” Dillon said, causing Aimee and Asia to laugh.

“So, Asia, what's up with you and Dinero?” Aimee asked, changing the subject.

Asia shrugged. “Not much of nothing yet. I think I might make him my little project,” she said with a sneaky smile.

“Oh, here we go with that shit,” Dillon huffed.

“Asia, you swear you're the men whisperer or something. You gon’ play with the wrong one and you gon’ fuck around and fall in love with him,” Aimee said and laughed.

“Right. That nigga gon’ have you washing his clothes and cooking his meals,” Dillon joked.

Asia twisted her face. “Y’all trust me, that’s not going to happen. I don’t love these niggas in Milwaukee.”

“Okay, but let me be the first to tell you that Dinero is a piece of work,” Aimee warned her.

“Whatever,” Asia said.

Just as she was about to order another drink, Aimee felt her phone vibrate. She took it out of her purse and saw that it was Big. “I’ll be right back,” she told them as she walked toward the bathroom. “Hey babe,” she answered.

“What’s up? I was calling to see if you wanted to kick it since I haven’t seen you all day.”

Aimee smiled. “Aw Big, you should’ve called me earlier. I’m out with my sister and Dillon.”

“Dillon? I thought I told you to drop that shit.”

Aimee rolled her eyes and sighed. She and Big had been back and forth on her friendship with Dillon. Big felt that a woman in a relationship shouldn’t have male friends. Aimee, on the other hand, felt like he should relax because her friendship with Dillon was strictly platonic.

“Big, we’ve already had this conversation.”

“I know and I told you that I didn’t like for you to have male friends. What language do you need me to speak for you to understand that shit?”

“Big, why do you expect me to end my friendship just because you don’t like it? Dillon and I have been friends for years. I can’t just turn that off.”

“You should end it because I’m your man. Do you see me running around with a female friend? Would you like that shit, Aimee?”

“If she was your—”

“Man, fuck this! You stay there and enjoy your
friend
! Don’t fuckin’ hit my line up,” he yelled and hung up.

Aimee shook her head, not believing that Big had just started an argument with her. She had stressed to him so many times that he had nothing to worry about when it came to Dillon, but as usual, Big wasn’t trying to listen. Aimee didn’t want to give up her friendship with Dillon, but she also didn’t want to be without her man. She dialed Big’s number only to be sent to the voicemail. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with his attitude because he could be a real asshole sometimes. Aimee walked back to the pool table and sat on her stool.

Asia noticed the somber look on her face and asked, “Sis, what’s wrong?”

Aimee shook her head and gave her a weak smile. “Nothing. So who’s winning?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

“Of course I am,” Asia teased.

   Aimee sat there with an absent look on her face with her mind on Big. She hated whenever he got upset with her. She always wanted them to be on good terms and that fact that he was angry with her left her feeling defeated. For the rest of the night, Aimee tried her best to forget about Big and their argument.

Chapter Six

“So what’s up, Big? I see wifey has been keeping you busy,” Toi said.

Big smirked as he eyed her full breasts. He was at his duck-off house with his side piece, Toi. Toi was someone special who he had been dealing with for years. She understood his lifestyle and didn’t ask too much of him. One reason was because Toi was married. Her husband was in the army and had been deployed to Germany. He had been gone for over a year, and that had left Toi very lonely. So whenever she got horny, Big would come and take care of her needs. Toi was average looking with toffee-colored skin and almond-shaped eyes. She stood at about five-foot four and had a slim physique. She wore her hair in a long sew in with blond highlights.

“Why do you say that?” Big asked as he lit a blunt.

“Because I haven’t seen you in almost two weeks. You usually try to come give me a release every week.”

Big nodded. “I know, but I've been busy with the bar and with Aimee. You know how it is,” he told her as he reached for her hand.

“That’s okay. I understand that you're a busy man. How’s everything else going in your life?”

Big shrugged. “Everything’s cool. What's up with you and your man? Is he coming home soon?”

Toi released a sigh and rolled her eyes. “No, not anytime soon and I’m frustrated. You don’t know how much I miss his ass. Don’t get me wrong, I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to be an army wife. But the shit is still hard. I try to keep busy, but it still doesn’t help the fact that I’m so lonely without him,” she said sadly.

“Come here, man,” Big requested.

Toi scooted closer to Big as he raised his arm. He wrapped his arm around her. He honestly felt bad for Toi because although he was upset with Aimee, he knew he wouldn’t be able to go months without seeing her.

“Don’t be sad, a’ight? He’s out fighting for our country,” Big joked.

Toi laughed loudly and hit Big playfully on his chest. “I see you're full of jokes today.”

“Nah, but for real, I don’t like to see you sad. Why don’t you get on your knees and do what makes you happy,” he whispered in her ear.

Toi bit her lip and got up from the couch and dropped to her knees. She loved giving head. She especially enjoyed it with Big. She unbuckled his belt and pulled out his beautiful black dick. Toi licked her lips in anticipation and looked up at Big. He gave her a head nod, and Toi immediately went to work. Her juicy lips slid up and down his thick shaft as her hand chased her mouth. Big groaned from the pleasure he was receiving. Toi’s head game was so official, and he couldn’t get enough of it. Toi began to pick up the pace as she gagged a bit.

“Toi, I know you ain't gagging? You better suck this dick the right way,” Big spat.

Toi released his dick from her mouth and spit on it. She then resumed sucking the life out of his rod. Big’s head fell back as he grabbed her hair. His nut was coming, and he was trying his best not to yell out like a little girl. Minutes later, Big’s juices shot inside of Toi’s mouth, and she swallowed every drop. She looked up and him and smiled.

“Have you had enough?” she asked as she stood to her feet.

“Hell nah. Come hop on this dick.”

****

Aimee sat at work feeling angry and miserable all at once. It had been a week since she’d talked to Big, and she was beyond frustrated. Big had literally given Aimee his ass to kiss, and it pissed her off. She hated when Big was upset with her because he would turn cold and treat her like she didn’t mean anything to him.

Aimee turned on Pandora and listened to the Teyana Taylor station. She needed some music to bring her out of her funk. Paris walked out to her desk to give Aimee some files.

“Hey, can you call this client and remind her to bring all of her documents in? She forgot them last time she came in,” Paris told her.

“Sure,” Aimee answered dully.

Paris noticed her gloomy mood and asked, “Is Big still ignoring you?”

Aimee looked over at Paris and gave her a weak smile. She had filled Paris in on their argument. “Yes, and its pissing me off. I don’t understand how he can just go days without talking to me,” she huffed.

“Unfortunately, some men can, but let us go an hour without speaking to them. They'll be ready to whoop our asses,” Paris joked.

Aimee chuckled. “You're not lying either. But this man really has an attitude about my friendship with Dillon.”

“I was in your situation with my friend, Tony. Keece didn’t want me talking to him either.”

“So what did you end up doing?” Aimee asked her.

Paris gave her a funny look. “Do you really think Keece would let me have a male friend? That man is not sharing me with nobody. Do you hear me?” Paris laughed.

Aimee laughed and shook her head. “I forgot who we were talking about,” she kidded.

“Right. Luckily, my friend Tony was cool with it. He understood because he’s a man. But in your case, I don’t know. I know you guys grew up together, and you said that you looked at him like a brother. Maybe if you get Big to see it that way, he may be cool with it.”

“Yeah, but I can’t even get this nigga to answer the phone for me,” Aimee reminded her.

“Well, it looks like you're gonna have to do a little pop up. Think of a clever way to see him face to face. Come on, girl, you gotta put on your big girl panties,” Paris coached her.

Aimee nodded. “Yeah, you're right. If he won’t come to me, I guess I’ll have to go to him.”

****

                  Later that night, Aimee stood in her full-length mirror checking her appearance. After work, she hurried to Victoria’s Secret and bought some sexy lingerie. Aimee wore a black push-up bra that made her breasts sit up nicely. The black thong and garter belt accentuated her thick thighs and the knee-high lace boots set her look off.
I wish his ass would ignore me tonight,
she thought to herself.

Since it was a Friday, Aimee knew Big would be at his bar. She grabbed her black trench coat along with her keys and left out of the house. Aimee got inside of her car and started her engine. During the drive, butterflies danced in her stomach as she anticipated seeing Big. She missed him terribly and couldn’t wait to kiss him, and give him a piece of her mind.

Aimee arrived at the bar within twenty minutes. She drove around until she spotted his car parked at the corner. Aimee decided to hit a U-turn and park at the other corner so he wouldn’t see her car. She got out and strutted to his car and opened the passenger door. For some strange reason, Big never locked his car doors. She sat comfortably in the passenger seat and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. Aimee dialed Big’s number but was sent to the voicemail.

“Ignorant fucker!” she ranted.

Aimee decided to send him a text message in hopes that he would finally respond to her.

Me:
Big I have a flat tire. Can you please come get me?

Minutes later he responded:
Where you at?

“Got ‘em!” Aimee rejoiced as she texted him back a fake location.

Aimee turned around in her seat and anxiously watched the door. Five minutes later, Big walked out of the bar and Aimee couldn’t help but become moist. His hair and beard were cut to precision. He sported a denim button up shirt with dark denim jeans and fresh wheat Timbs. He bopped over to the car and opened the door. He got inside and was surprised when he saw Aimee smiling in the passenger seat.

“What the fuck? I thought you had a flat tire,” he shouted, annoyed that she had lied to him.

“Well, your mean ass wouldn’t answer my calls, so I had to pop up on your ass,” she argued.

Big sat back in his seat and checked out Aimee’s appearance. She was looking good. His dick immediately stood to attention.

“Where you going looking like that?” he questioned her.

“I came to see your ass. I don’t like how you ignore me for days at a time. That shit ain't right,” she snapped at him.

Big sucked his teeth. “I don’t like how you got a nigga that you claim is your friend. You don’t respect me,” he countered.

“How?” Aimee yelled incredulously.

“What the fuck you mean
how
? If I tell you I’m not comfortable with you being friends with another man, there shouldn’t be an issue. But nah, you wanna argue with me about this mothafucka. He means that much to you?” Big barked in her face.

“Oh, my goodness, you're making this bigger than what it is? Dillon is like a brother to me. We’re not attracted to each other. Damn, why don’t you trust me?”

Big gripped the steering wheel because Aimee was started to get on his last nerve. “It’s not you that I don’t trust. It’s
him
! This is why I didn’t answer your calls. I didn’t feel like talking about this bullshit!”

Aimee rolled her eyes. “Well, that’s too fucking bad. You’re sitting up here ignoring me like I ain't shit. That burns me up. Stop doing that to me.”

Big looked over and her angry face and smirked. He knew he was wrong for ignoring her, but she had made him really upset, and he chose not to deal with her.

“Come here,” he demanded.

Aimee reluctantly leaned over and kissed his lips. She would be lying if she were to say that the kiss didn’t feel good.

“I'm sorry for ignoring you a’ight. I won’t do that again. You still love me?”

“Hell no,” Aimee spat playfully.

“Word?”

Big unbuckled his pants and pulled out his hard dick. Aimee could feel her walls pulsate at the sight of his curved wood. She watched him as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and rolled in down his shaft.

“Get over here so I can make it up to you,” he demanded as he reclined his seat back.

Aimee opened up her trench coat and climbed over to the driver’s seat.

“So you had this shit planned all along?” Big asked, liking the sexy lingerie she had on.

“I sure did,” she said and she kissed him.

The couple shared a steamy kiss that made Aimee soaking wet. Big pulled down her bra and hungrily took her nipple into her mouth. Aimee’s head fell back as Big gently bit her nipples. His lips then traveled back to her neck where he licked and gently bit. Aimee took control, grabbed his dick and positioned it at her opening. She then slid down slowly and released a moan.

“Shit,” she whimpered bouncing up and down.

She could feel Big’s curve attack her G-spot. Aimee grabbed the back of his seat and began to swirl her hips so he could feel all of her. Sweat began to form on Big’s forehead as she worked her vaginal muscles on his dick.

“Damn, this pussy feels good,” Big said as he gripped her waist.

The sound of Aimee’s wetness filled the car as she hungrily kissed his lips. Big took his thumb and began to circle her clit causing Aimee to yell out.

“Baby, stop! I’m about to cum,” she yelled.

“Let me see you cream, baby,” he whispered in a husky tone.

Big grabbed a handful of Aimee’s ass and made her pick up the pace. Seconds later, Aimee’s juices covered his dick. Big continued to pump in and out of Aimee until he released his seed inside of the condom. Aimee pulled her now wild hair out of her face and looked down at Big who was still breathing hard.

“That pussy was the best. Aimee if you ever fuck another nigga I’ll murk your ass,” Big told her.

Aimee rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Give me a kiss. I love you and that big, black dick of yours.”

“I love you too, baby.”