His Wife

Chapter 31

I sat on the balcony of my rented apartment and stare through the haze of smoke that erupted from my nostrils and parted lips. I took another sip of the Guinness I held and stare out into the darkened landscape before me.

I took another drag from the splif and thought back to my conversation with Estelle. I was already setting my plans in motion to get with Leslie and was more than willing to go where the wind blow but now that Estelle had up the game I had to play to the end.

I must admit I had misgivings towards where she had propelled it but I had long since wanted Leslie and seeing her all grown up into such an attractive and appealing woman I felt drawn to need of having Leslie as more than just a passing acquaintance.

"Hey," I heard a voice said from behind me and I turn to see Michelle or Marleen whichever clad in nothing but her panties walking towards the balcony. "Come back a bed babe."

"Soon, just a gwaan wul a meds," I told her my eyes running over her fluffy frame.

She steps through the door and took the splif from me and took a deep drag. She handed it back to me as she leans down into me letting out the smoke against my naked chest.

"Know another way we can wul a meds," she said licking my nipple teasingly.

I smile but if truth be told I had my fill of screwing her for the night. She was just a random hook-up who like most of the young ones who flock to the club were all just hanger-on wanting a hype from popularity and fame that came with the lifestyle I live.

I said nothing but let her continue with her onslaught of sexual tantalization on my nipples and chest. I lean against the balisters that offered security and enclosure and let my free hand grip her wild disarray of chestnut brown and gold crochet weave and push her head down to my crotch.

She looks up at me but I just emptied my Guinness and waited for what I wanted her to give. I watch as she lowers my basketball shorts the only thing I wore and took my semi-hard member in her hand.

"Wah yuh a wait pan?" I said getting annoyed.

When her hot mouth slips over me I blasted to life but as she licks and suckles me, I had my mind on one woman and that was Leslie. I had to find a way to get to her without her cock blocker of a husband getting in the way. As I thought of Daniel I felt my composure slipped a bit. He was not my favorite person and we had a bit of history.

A few years back at Estelle's birthday party held at the Golf View Hotel in Mandeville Manchester he and I almost fought because I brought with me the white cocktail at Estelle's request of course. He had gotten all high and mighty as we prepared neat little rows on the tabletop and cheered on the birthday girl. He had grabbed her from the table and swoop the contents to the floor.

It was all fun and excitement for Estelle who watches us with glee as we stared down each other ready at the blink of an eye to rip each other apart. I had wanted to bring him down off his pedestal and rip him to shreds but a mutual friend of ours had step in and Estelle much to her drunken disappointment did not have two hunks as she had called us fighting over her wellbeing.

I care nothing for Estelle's wellbeing other than I kept her comfortably indulge so that she continued to make me money and paved my way through doors that her caliber of wealth and connections provided.

The warm mouth upon me became hesitant bringing my attention back to her and I pull away from her and roughly push her against the balustered balcony and whisper in her ears.

"How much do you want the hype life girl?"

"Wha---, what?"

I look at her and said nothing only walk into the bedroom and got me a condom. I walk back to the balcony and slip it on as I instruct her to remove her panty and turn around.

I felt nothing but a sense of need to claim and conquer. I plunge into her trying to drive out the bitterness that the very need I once had to be a part of this world became a dark craving to always finding a way to secure myself.

I fought for years to claim a piece of the pie, and not even a renowned record label and various big names propelling my rise in the music industry could establish me enough. I was like dung surrounded by beetles just waiting to be pushed into a hole and fed upon.

I felt distaste and anger rise in me like bile and I plunge into the warm flesh about my member with savage intent. I fought so hard and still rising for the poverty-stricken slum of my childhood and claiming fame gave me nothing but hangers, groupies, and industrial leeches.

I felt her fingers dig into my thigh as drove hard into her as my release build to its momentum. I ignore the pain and I growl my release like a wounded beast. Her groan of discomfort glides out into the night to disappear with the sound of a vehicle whooshing by.

I pull from her without a word and made for the bathroom. I bolt the door and made it to the sink where I grip the porcelain wash sink and stare at my reflection.

I was twenty-seven and living the life that many dreamed of and envied but this life was for those without a heart. It was for those who were willing to claim and conquer the pendulum of the dog-eat-dog world.

There in the mirror was the carcass of this world. I was not the well-feasted dog, no this ebony king with his smooth black skin, and mix feature of African and Chinese descent was nothing but an image with well-cut smooth wavy hair texturized by hair pomade to heightened the shiny natural waves.

Beneath a broad forehead stood lashes thick and naturally arched and below that stood eyes of a caramel brown that stood strikingly against my black skin. My body was well built with a strict regime of exercise and daily workout routine that offered my average height a much need boost and sexual appeal.

I had always wanted to be a game-changer. To step away from the mediocre life that I was born into. I saw my way out by diving into the music world.

Those nights around a sound system, learning the ropes, and drinking in the knowledge as I build my bridge to higher heights seem like a distant dream. I was just eight when I took the mike and imitated the selectors that I watched with such hunger to learn how to make my mark.

I had ameliorated what I had seen and pretty soon I was making a name for myself as the youngest selector of the Black Oddesy. I was living the life and my dream was coming true. It was all well, especially with my uncle's support. At seventeen I made it to Trinidad and there I was blazing the dance hall and the club scenes at twenty I created my sound system the Blackanese SounWaves and propel myself and other youngsters who were just as hungry and determined as me to rise and make a mark.

I was soon taking Jamaica to parts of the world I had only imagined. I was in my element by 21 I had created the Blackanese Record Lable open a Studio and making my mark in the music industry as a Producer, Sound Engineer, and Manager for two talented and fast-rising DJs.

I was out of poverty. I had money, fame, and a name that was now among the big music producers, but I was missing a part of me. This life I created was more for the taking than the giving. I received monetary but emotionally I was empty. I had people around me who were not here because of me but because of what I represented and what I could give them.

As I stood there my thoughts drifted back to Leslie. I wonder what would have happened if that night I had returned to our old community to visit my ailing mother I had just gone over to her house and seen her.

I slip the condom from my flaccid member, throw it in the bin and step into the shower encloser. I made a bet with Estelle it was now my time to get Leslie. Destiny has brought us back together and I was not going to shy away again.

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