Big and Aimee: Beautiful Chaos (5 page)

Chapter Nine

Dinero had just stepped out of the barbershop after getting a lining. Before he began walking to his car, he saw a woman stroll past him with short hair and brown skin. Dinero licked his lips as he envisioned bending her over.

“Aye, come here,” he requested.

The lady stopped and sauntered back over to Dinero.

“Where you going?” he asked.

“I was just walking to my car,” she said, smiling at him.

Dinero could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. He took it out and saw that Asia was calling him. “Hold on and let me answer this,” he told the woman.

She nodded.

“Your ass better be calling to tell me to you want me to come over,” Dinero shot in the form of a greeting.

Asia chuckled. “I’ll text you my address.”

“A’ight cool. I’m on my way then.”

For a second, Dinero had forgotten that the lady was standing there. He looked at her and said, “Aye, never mind, baby.”

She smacked her lips and stormed off. Dinero chuckled and hopped inside of his car. After Asia sent her address, he cranked up the engine and made his way to her house. Dinero was excited that he would finally be alone with Asia. She had been running from him for weeks, and he was going to punish her with some lethal dick.

Dinero pulled up to Asia’s apartment and got out. He rang the doorbell and waited for her to answer. Seconds later, Asia answered in a short pink robe. Her hair was pulled up in a bun, and her flawless bare skin had been kissed by a glow.

“Damn! Did your ass fly here?” she joked as she let him in.

“Nah, I was on this side of town getting my hair cut,” he said as he eyed her up and down.

“Well, your hair looks nice.”

“My hair always looks nice,” he corrected her.

Asia rolled her eyes at his cockiness. She would be lying if she said it didn’t turn her on.

“So you ready?” she asked.

“Ready for what?”

“To give me that good dick that you claim you have,” she said as she made air quotes with her hands.

“
Shiid
, come on,” Dinero said excitedly.

Asia grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom where it was pitch black. Dinero had been telling Asia about all of the sexual positions he was going to put her in, and she couldn’t wait to see what he was made of. Dinero took off his shirt and pants. He grabbed Asia and began to kiss on her neck. Although Asia was enjoying the feel of his soft lips, she was in the mood to fuck and not make love.

Asia stepped back from his embrace and dropped her robe. Dinero bit his lip as his eyes roamed her body. Asia’s physique was nice and tight. He could tell that she took care of her body. He watched as she walked over to the bed and lay down on her back. She opened her legs, lifted them up, and started playing with her kitty with her fingers. Dinero thought his dick would break off because he was so hard. He hurried over and grabbed a condom out of his pants pocket. He put it on and rushed over to Asia and positioned himself between his legs.

“Move your hand,” he demanded.

Asia happily obliged and braced herself. Dinero was working with a monster and she couldn’t wait to feel it inside of her.

Dinero grabbed his dick and forced his way into her tight walls.
Damn her pussy tight.
Dinero thought to himself as he slowly began to stroke.

“Come on and give me that dick, Dinero,” Asia purred in his ear.

Dinero bit his lip and continued to stroke her pussy. He couldn’t believe the pleasure he was experiencing. Her gushy walls were something Dinero wasn’t accustomed to. Asia’s pussy was gripping his dick with a vice grip, and Dinero could almost feel himself about to nut.

“Damn, Asia why does your shit feel so good?” Dinero moaned, feeling weak.

“Beat this pussy up, baby,” Asia moaned and licked his ear.

Dinero got up on his knees and placed Asia’s legs in the crook of his arms. He began to slide in and out of her moist middle at a fast pace but suddenly slowed down when he felt himself about to nut.
Damn I’m trippin. Her shit ain't supposed to feel this good.

“What are you doing? I was about to cum,” Asia asked out of breath.

Dinero bent down and placed his lips over Asia’s.
I know I’m not kissing this bitch. Man I’m slippin’,
Dinero ranted to himself. He hadn't kissed a woman since he was a teenager, so the fact that he was tonguing Asia down left him shocked.

“Let me get on top,” Asia suggested.

Hell nah, then I’m really gon’ nut fast.
He said to himself, but reluctantly pulled out and lay on his back. Asia hurried and hopped on top of him and began to ride his dick like a rollercoaster. Dinero attempted to grab her waist so he could control her pace, but Asia was bouncing on his penis like she was in a bounce house.

“Damn, Asia. Wait,” Dinero whimpered as he shot a load of nut into the condom.

Asia’s legs began to buck as her walls contracted. Dinero could feel her juices running down his shaft. After her orgasm, Asia slowly climbed off of him and headed to the bathroom. Dinero laid there shocked that Asia’s pussy had almost turned him into a minute man. He had talked too much shit for his mediocre performance, and he knew that Asia was going to clown him. A couple minutes later, she opened her bathroom door and stood in the door way. The smile on her face let Dinero know that she was ready to talk some shit.

“I told your ass I got that Erykah Badu, but no you didn’t want to listen to me,” she taunted him.

Dinero smacked his lips. “Man, your shit was a’ight,” he lied.

“Boy, your ass kept stopping and shit to keep from nuttin’. Don’t even try to lie, Dinero,” she said, laughing.

Dinero smirked. “Man whatever,” he replied with nothing clever to clap back with.

“It’s okay. I might still call you after this. I may give you another chance to redeem yourself,” Asia teased as she lay down beside him.

This bitch got me fucked up. I ain't fucking with her ass no more. She ain't about to have from feenin’ for her bomb-ass pussy.
Dinero said to himself. He looked over at Asia who had a sly grin on her face. Dinero shook his head and got up and began to get dressed. He didn’t like the way Asia was making him feel so he hurried to leave.

“Bye, Dinero,” Asia sang.

Dinero shook his head with a smirk on his face. He hated that Asia had figured him out and he couldn’t wait to get far away from her. Without saying anything, he walked out of the house and left.

****

Tara sat inside of her car trying to find a baby sitter for Zaria. She’d been booked for a wedding and she didn’t want to cancel. Calling Big was out of the question since he’d had Aimee around Zaria. She was still livid that Aimee had sucker punched her in the eye and couldn’t wait to catch up to her. Since Tara didn’t trust too many people with Zaria, she decided to call her little brother. She dialed his number and waited for him to answer.

“What’s up, Tara?”

“Tavon, I need you to watch Zaria for me while I go do makeup for a wedding,” she told him.

“I would, but Mama said I can’t.”

Tara smacked her lips. “Why?”

“I don’t know why, but she said I can’t watch her no more.”

Tara huffed. “Put her on the phone,” she demanded.

Minutes later, her mother’s loud voice blared through the phone. “What girl?” Tasha asked.

“Mama, how come Tavon can’t watch Zaria for me?”

“Because I said he can’t. That’s why,” her mother snapped.

“What's your problem?” Tara asked, matching her attitude.

“My problem is that you have someone who’s willing to keep her and you're too busy being a bitch. Let Big see his damn child,” Tasha shot back,

“He’s not seeing her. He had some other woman around my damn baby after I told him not to.”

“Bitch, he’s a grown man! You don’t get to dictate his life! Who the fuck are you? Did you not expect him to move on after y’all broke up?”

“Listen Ma, I don’t have to explain to you why I don’t want another woman around my daughter.”

“You know what? You're going to end up driving that man out of his daughter’s life. And you know who’s going to be the one that’ll suffer?
Zaria
. Why can’t you get it through your head that Big doesn’t want you? Especially after you was sucking dick in the back seat.”

Tara shook her head as tears began to form in her eyes. She hated when her mother brought up her nasty split between her and Big. Tara had regretted her decision ever since, and it pained her to think that she was the reason for their break up. One night, a month after Zaria was born, Tara went through Big’s phone and discovered that he had been texting another woman. She became upset and called up one of her exes. She met up with the ex and gave the guy head in the back seat of her car. Feeling good about her revenge, Tara went home with a smile on her face.

Days later, Big barged into the house and attacked Tara. She didn’t know why he was beating her ass until he told her that he found out about her sexual act. Tara was shocked and didn’t know who had told him. That day, Big vowed never to fuck with her again and he’d stood firm on his word. To this day, Tara never found out who told Big about her indiscretion.

“Why do you like to bring that up? You love to see me in pain, don’t you?” Tara questioned her mother with tears running down her cheeks.

“No.
You
like hurting your damn self. Your behavior is atrocious and you better get it together before you end up on the losing end. Now stop calling here trying to get Tavon to babysit for you because the answer is no,” Tasha spat and then hung up.

Tara threw her phone on the passenger’s seat. She was tired of fighting everybody and longed for peace. It seemed like there was never anyone in her corner, not even her own mother. Although her mother had urged her to call Big, Tara was still dead set on him not seeing Zaria. If he was going to make her suffer by moving on with another woman, then she would make him suffer with not seeing his daughter.

****

Big lay in the bed as Toi passed him the blunt. He had just spent the past hour blowing her back out and was chilling with her until Aimee got off work. When Toi called him and told him that she’d had a bad day and needed to see him, Big agreed to meet her. He inhaled the blunt and allowed the smoke to fill his lungs. He could feel Toi’s eyes on him. He looked over and smacked his lips.

“What the fuck you looking at, girl?” he joked.

“Your black ass,” she countered.

“Black ass, huh? You wasn’t saying that when this black dick was inside of you,” he spat and pulled back the covers showcasing his erect penis.

Toi playfully rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say.”

“Let me ask you something?” Big asked turning serious.

“What's up?”

“You don’t feel bad that you’re cheating on your husband?”

Toi paused for a moment before she replied.  “I feel guilty all the time because he’s so good to me and he loves me unconditionally. I feel the same way about him, but I have needs, and right now he can’t fulfill them. Plus I like having sex with you.” she said, smiling.

Big chuckled and hit the blunt again. He used to think all women were hoes until he met Aimee. Seeing Toi cheat on her husband made him run away from relationships. Big felt like women couldn’t be trusted, but Aimee had come in and erased all of those thoughts for him. She was one of the few that were loyal.

“Since you're questioning me, do you feel bad that you're cheating on Aimee?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“So why do you do it?”

“I don’t know.” Big shrugged. “I don’t have an answer for that,” he said honestly.

“Do you think we’ll ever part ways? We’ve been doing this dance for years now and we can’t seem to stay away from each other.”

“Eventually, I think we will. I don’t wanna keep cheating on Aimee ‘cause she don’t deserve this shit.”

                Toi nodded, but chose not to say anything. Out of all the years that she and Big had been having sex, she had never experienced him being so serious about a woman. Naturally, she was jealous although Toi knew she had no right to be. Big was a good guy overall, and Toi thought that he did deserve someone who would hold him down. Thinking about his situation made her think about her marriage. Toi was married to such a loyal man, and it pained her to think about her affair. She knew if her husband were to ever find out about Big that he would leave her in a heartbeat, and she didn’t want that to happen. Toi laid back as her guilt began to settle in deeper than before. She wanted to get out of her situationship with Big, but she didn’t know if she could.

Chapter Ten

Dillon drove his car bumping
Tha Carter
. He was on his way to Gary, Indiana to see his cousin. He still had yet to sell the drugs that he’d stolen, but he knew his cousin would be happy to take it off of his hands. Trying to sell the dope in Milwaukee would be a rookie move for Dillon, and he wasn’t trying to take the risk of getting caught. He knew the cash he was about to receive for the drugs along with the money he had stolen would come in handy for him. Dillon’s phone began to ring. He looked and saw that it was Asia.

“What’s up, twin?”

“Where you at? Let’s go get some breakfast,” she suggested.

“I can’t. I'm on my way to GI.”

Asia smacked her lips. “Boo, you suck. What’re you going to Gary for?”

“Just to see my family. No particular reason. Why didn’t you ask Aimee?”

“She had to work and I was off today. Well, have a safe trip and call me when you get back in town.”

“A’ight.”

Dillon hung up and then turned up his music. Just as he was getting into his favorite song, his phone rang again. He looked at the screen and answered.

“You got the rest of my bread?” he asked the caller.

“Sure.”

“A’ight. I’ll get you straight soon.”

“Yeah, a’ight.” The caller hung up.

Dillon had been requested for another job. His clientele was growing by the minute, and Dillon couldn’t have been more excited. Some people got high with drugs, but Dillon got high off of performing illegal activities. He honestly didn’t see himself slowing down, especially when he was earning plenty of money from it.

I’m living the mothafucking life.

****

“So you really not gonna let me see Zaria?” Big asked as he held his phone.

“No, I’m not. The answer is still
no
,” Tara spat.

Big released a breath. “Tara, it’s been two weeks since I last saw her, and her birthday is Friday. You're really not gonna let me see her for her birthday?”

“I may let you see her for her birthday, but I haven’t decided yet,” she said curtly.

“Man, fuck you,” Big said and then threw his phone across the bed.

Aimee looked over at him and felt so much sympathy. Big had been calling Tara every day, asking to see Zaria, and each time she had told him no. Aimee hated Tara for being so difficult for Big. She crawled over to him and hugged him from behind. She could tell that he was stressed because his shoulders were tense.

“You okay, babe?” she asked and kissed his neck.

Big shook his head. “Hell nah. I’m tired of this bitch playing games with my daughter,” he snapped.

“So what's her excuse this time?”

“She doesn’t have one. I can’t stand that bitch. She’s just doing this shit to be spiteful.”

“Well, have you and Tara ever had a heart to heart? Maybe if y’all can sit down without screaming at each other, you guys might be able to come to an agreement,” Aimee suggested.

“Right now I don’t even want that bitch breathing the same air as me.”

Aimee tried to hold her laugh in, but she couldn’t. Big looked back at her with a smirk on his face. .

“What the fuck you laughing at?” he asked.

Aimee giggled. “
You
. You say some crazy shit when you're upset.”

Big shrugged. “Whatever.”

“Let me make you feel better.”

Big gave her a lustful look and then bit his lip. “How you gon’ do that?” he asked and kissed her lips.

“Chill out. I'm not talking about that right now. Go get dressed so I can take you somewhere,” she told him.

Big stood and turned around to face her. “Where’re we going? I don’t like surprises.”

Aimee rolled her eyes. “Can you please just get dressed? Damn, why are you so nosy?”

“I know your ass ain't talking. Every time you call me, you wanna know the name and address of who I'm with.”

Aimee twisted her lips. “Whatever. I’m going to get in the shower. I suggest you do the same.”

Since she was at Big’s home, Aimee got up and traveled to one of his guest bathrooms. Being they had both been busy that week, Aimee wanted to take Big out so he could get his mind off the issue with his daughter. She still felt bad about hitting Tara in front of Zaria, but she’d had no choice but to defend herself.

After showering, Aimee brushed her teeth and did her hair. After making sure her face was beat, she threw on a maxi dress and went to look for Big. She found him in the living room watching Sports Center.

“You ready, babe?” she asked him.

Big nodded and then turned off the TV. He walked over to Aimee and towered over her. “Who told you to put this stanky-ass dress on?”

Aimee rolled her eyes. “Big, you think everything I wear is stanky. I could be wearing some damn scrubs and you wouldn’t like it,” she said as she began to walk to his garage.

“You damn right. I don’t want nobody looking at what’s mine,” he said, following behind her.

Aimee turned on the light in his garage and wondered what car she wanted to drive. Big was an avid car lover, and Aimee loved driving them all. “Babe, can I drive your Panamera?”

“Why do you always wanna drive that one?”

“Because it’s so pretty and fast,” she told him as she grabbed the keys.

“You really like that car, huh?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“You can have it, baby,” he said and then walked to the passenger’s side of the car.

Aimee stood there in shock, not believing that Big had just given her his car. She looked at him, and he held this grin on his face.

“Big, are you serious? Are you really giving me this car?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. I don’t even drive it like that.”

Aimee ran around her new whip and threw her arms over Big’s shoulders. “Thank you, honey,” she said in between kisses.

“You're welcome. Now come on it’s hot as a bitch out here,” he complained.

“Okay.”

Aimee happily hopped in the driver’s seat. She couldn’t wait to ride down on Asia so she could show off her new ride. Big turned on Indiana Rome’s “Need A Fan” as Aimee cruised down the interstate. She couldn’t wait to show Big where they were going. She knew that he would love it.

              After a forty-five minute drive, Aimee pulled up to a packed parking lot. Big looked around for a sign that would give him some kind of clue as to where he was.

“Where are we?”

Aimee threw the car in park and looked at him. “We’re at the car show.”

Big smiled. “Word? You really know what I like, huh?” he teased as he pinched her cheeks

Aimee giggled. “Yes, I know what your crazy ass likes. Come on so we can go look at some cars.”

Aimee and Big got out of the car and walked inside hand in hand. Big loved cars, and he was happy that Aimee had taken the time to put a smile on his face. Tara had been stressing him out so much that this outing was much needed for him. Big was in awe of the foreign luxury and sports cars.

“Damn, baby, you're making me wanna spend some money,” he joked.

Aimee smiled. “Big, you have enough cars. You don’t need anymore.”

“Nah, I gotta replace the car that I just gave you.”

“Oh, don’t even try it.”

While laughing, Aimee felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned around and was surprised to see her parents. “Hey, Mom and Dad. What are y’all doing here?” she asked as she gave each of them a hug.

“Your daddy dragged me here. Introduce us to your friend,” her mother urged, smirking.

Aimee smiled. “Big, these are my parents, Jovelyn and Russell Parish. Mom and Dad, this is my boyfriend, Big.”

Jovelyn stepped up and gave Big a warm hug. “It’s nice to meet you, Big.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

Russell extended his hand. “Big, do you have a real name?” he asked as he shook his hand.

“It’s Dakaden, sir,” Big replied.

“It’s nice to meet you, Dakaden. I hope you're taking good care of my daughter,” Russell said with a stern look on his face.

Big nodded. “Yes, I am.”

“Okay, well we’re about to head on out. Make sure you stop by tomorrow. Mommy is cooking. Big, you're more than welcome to come,” Jovelyn offered.

“Thanks. I appreciate that,” Big said.

Aimee kissed her parents and watched them leave. Big wrapped his arm around her shoulder and started walking.

“Why did your daddy try to act hard with his fat-belly ass?” he joked.

Aimee laughed and hit him on his arm. “Stop talking about my daddy. I didn’t talk about yours.”

“That’s because my pops is cool. He’s smooth too, but your daddy will get his ass whooped trying to be tough.”

Aimee shook her head with a smile on her face. If anyone else would’ve spoken ill about her father, Aimee wouldn’t have hesitated to check them. But because it was Big, she let it ride.

“You get on my nerves. You always got something to say about somebody,” she said, chuckling.

“But you love the kid, so stop complaining.”

Aimee and Big enjoyed the entire day together. After the car show, they went to dinner. When they finished eating dinner, the couple went back to Big’s place where they made love for the rest of the night.