Married To Music (A Wizkid Fanfic)

103 - Aaliyah

By the time Ayo decided he was done making me beg and scream his name, it was already five in the morning! I had managed to sneak in two hours of sleep before he woke me up to get ready for the thanksgiving service.

When I finished dressing up, plus getting Amaya dressed I was beyond exhausted. Coupled with the fact that every single thing I did reminded me of the sore between my legs! My pussy hurt like a bitch! I could barely stand for five minutes without the need for something to lean on, I was practically limping, my knees buckled whenever I moved, even to sit, my pussy was screaming! Then let's not forget the numerous hickeys I spent hours trying to cover! Cause Ayo left them every damn where especially on my neck!

Ayo wasn't joking when he said I wouldn't be able to walk properly, after all it was what I asked for. I specifically told him to ignore me when I begged and this man did just that! He practiced every style in the book plus invented some of his own.

Few times I caught myself dozing and I didn't care if the headline tomorrow read Wizkid wife seen Aaliyah dozing during thanksgiving service!

The accumulated stress from weeks back coupled with yesterday's was beginning to tell on me. I bit the scream that almost escaped my lips when I tried to adjust myself in my chair. I glance at Ayo paying rapt attention to the sermon, in the back of my mind I was punching him for the state he left me in!

I look around the congregation, everybody was paying attention. Ayo's family were dressed in blue and wine attires today except Ayo and I who were on white and_ I did a double take was that Jada on white? Lord have mercy! We specially agreed that the family would wear a certain color, the grandkids another while ago and I were going to wear white! So tell me, why on earth did this bitch  was wearing white!

Jada was acting too obsessed with me, don't she get it? She can never be the wife! She needs to grow the fuck up! I shook my head in a bid to exhume the anger boiling inside me.

I face the pulpit again, when was the last time I went to church? I used to so devoted but now I was lost! After my therapy I started reading my Bible once more and trust it was refreshing. I glance at Jada again and I became angry all over, lord help me ignore this temptation called Jada pollock!

I jumped slightly when Ayo's hand touched my legs. I look at him, he was looking at me funny.

"Are you okay?" He whispered.

I roll my eyes and he smirked, of course he knows I wasn't okay! He teased me throughout, he kept repeating that I asked for it not that I was disputing.

Ayo eyes fell on my breast and he smirks again before forcing back on the preacher. I swear he better remove every sexual thought he has because i was planning on opening my legs for him till further notice!

I look for my baby, Amaya was playing with Bolu, Zion and her cousins. I was happy she bonded well with her step-brothers. At first I was nervous she wouldn't, because Amaya can be very picky with who she gave her attention to, but immediately she set her eyes on them, she wanted to follow them around, it was always Zion said that or Bolu did this. I wonder why Binta didn't bring Junior, I would've wanted her to bond with him as well.

"Now we will arise for the thanksgiving" the preacher concluded his sermon.

Arise? Was he kidding me? I can't fucking walk!! I saw the congregation standing up even Ayo was on his feet. Oh help me Jesus! Why was I in pain and Ayo wasn't? He should at least feel what I was feeling, it's unfair!