In The Middle

Eleven: Oh, Shit

Ari's POV...

I walked into my apartment, feeling good about my meeting with Mr. Ren Sato.  Switching on the living room light, I placed my keys and cell phone on the stand by the front door, then kicked my shoes off my feet. Just as I was about to relax on the sofa, I heard R&B music coming from down the hallway in the direction of my bedroom. “Who the fuck is this in my house?” I murmured to myself as I grabbed the long, purple, poke-a-dot umbrella out of the closet by the front door.

The only source of light in the dark hallway came from the cracked bedroom door directly across from my room. I slowly crept down the hall, trying my best not to make any noise. When I get closer to my room, I hear soft music, the sound of a woman moaning and skin slapping against each other mixed together. The disbelief of what I was hearing taking place in my own damn house caused a wave of burning anger to course through every inch of my body.

After pushing the door wide open, I saw my soon-to-be-dead ex-boyfriend Javan Carter fucking the shit out of his ex-girlfriend Ainsley Butts from the back in my brand new king-size bed. Without saying a word, I walked slowly over to the bed and hit him across his bare back as hard as I could. 

“What the hell?” Javan yelled out as he fell forward on top of Ainsley, hissing in pain. I swung the umbrella back again, then brought it forward as hard as I could, not caring who I hit this time. I would have preferred that it hit both of them at the same time, but it was just my luck it only struck Ainsley on the right side of her head because Javan's cowardly ass hopped out of the way.

“What in the heck are you doing here, Ari?”

“What do you mean, what am I doing here? This is my damn house, you and this skank is in screwing.” I replied, swinging the umbrella at his head like it was a baseball.

“I know that, but aren't you suppose to be in Miami, Florida taking care of your 'SICK' mom?” He asked after barely dodging the home run hit I was aiming for.

“Where do you think you're going?” I yelled, hitting Ainsley on her right shoulder just as she tried to discreetly crawl off the bed. I raced to the door, closed it, and locked it when I saw Javan eyeing it suspiciously. “Oh, you two are going to take this well-deserved ass-whooping from me like a champ tonight.” I sneered, grabbing the pink and black spotted belt hanging on the hook on the back of my bedroom door.

“I'm so sorry, please don't hit me again.” Ainsley pleads as she looks down at her clothes laying on the floor right next to my feet.

“I won't. It's him I'm really after.” I sneered while glaring at Javan. The moment she bent forward to grab her clothes off the floor, my belt made contact with her naked ass. The sound of the belt hitting her skin and her screams were satisfying as fuck to me.

“That's enough, Ari.” Javan roared just when I reared the belt back, getting ready to strike Ainsley again.

“It's enough when I say it's enough.” I snapped back at him. “You two wanted to do some crazy, freaky shit in my house now you have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

“If you hit me with that fuckin belt in your hand, that'll be the last time you hit someone else, Ari!”

“We'll see about that,” I yelled, at the same time charging toward him. Just as Ainsley stood to her feet, he pushed her towards me, then ran out of the bedroom naked as a newborn baby. My belt made contact with his backside before he rounded the sofa with his limp dick swinging everywhere. “Both of you get your funky asses out of my house before I catch a murder case.” I roared when Javan swung the front door open.