Kailani & Bishop: A Case of the Exes (9 page)

Layyah

When I made it to Rell’s and saw Kai’s car outside, I was a little confused. I was hoping she hadn’t found out about Courtney and me and came over here to snitch. Ever since Kai and me met, we balanced each other out. I was the loud, quick-tempered one and she was the calm, patient one. I was the one who was all over the place and reckless and she was the grounded mature one. I was the one that always wanted to go out and have fun while she’d rather be at home watching movies and chilling for the night. When it came down to men, though, we liked the same kind, which was why I was messing up now. When it came down to fighting, we both didn’t play around. That was why we promised each other after our first time fighting together that we’d never fight one another.

You know how men can fight, get it out their system, and be back cool again? Women couldn’t! We could hold grudges and Kai and I were too close to ever come to blows because we were going to kill each other and there would be no return from that. I knew, however, that what I was doing was the ultimate disrespect and when she found out if she ever found out, she was going to want to tag into my ass.

I walked into Rell’s house slowly and quietly to see if I could hear them talking about me, but Kai was crying and Rell was trying to comfort her so I rushed to her side.

“What’s wrong, boo?” I asked, hugging her.

“Girl… Courtney put his hands on me and Bishop made me come over here. I’m so done with his ass. You know he’s in Nashville with Ashley?”

“What?! For what?”

“Girl, I didn’t even ask. The only reason I came over here is because I told him I would. I’m going home with you and back to my place tomorrow.”

I looked at her skeptically. I didn’t plan on going home tonight. When Rell went back to the studio, I was going to see Courtney, but of course, I couldn’t tell her ass that so I just nodded.

“I don’t know, Kai. If Bishop thinks you’ll be safer here, you might need to stay here.”

“Fuck Bishop. Courtney wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.”

“How can you say that after the nigga already put his hands on you once?” Rell asked with an attitude.

Niggas were a trip. They spazzed when a man did something to a woman, but they would be quick to choke a woman or grab her by her hair when they were mad. Rell and I fought plenty of times. Really, it was my fault because I nagged him until he couldn’t take it anymore. He would sling my ass into the wall or choke me in a minute, but he knew his limits and he knew I was crazy.

“Rell, leave her alone. Just stay here tonight and give Courtney time to cool off. You know he’s crazy, but I don’t think he would come for you either. I’ll stay here with you.”

“Actually… Rell, would you mind if I went to the studio with you tonight? That’s always been what has got me out my feelings best?” Kai asked.

“Yea, Ion mind. I got a session with another artist, but you can get in after him.”

“You wanna go?” Kai asked me.

I tried to hold in my smile. I wouldn’t have to cancel my plans with Courtney after all.

“Nah, you go ahead. I ain’t tryna be in that studio all night, getting that smoke in my hair. My head be hurting every time I leave.”

Rell shook his head in disappointment. He tried to get me to understand his passion for music, but that just wasn’t for me. He and Kai could bond tonight. I was going to get me some good-good.

Kailani

“You bet not be sitting in the middle of that floor with yo legs crossed,” Layyah almost screamed in my ear.

That was why I didn’t answer her phone calls when I was trying to meditate. She was always loud for no reason. It had been a month since I last talked with Bishop. It was hard as hell getting over him, but I knew I had to. Anytime I was at home, I was reading my bible, listening to music or meditating. I had to keep my mind focused at all times.

I hadn’t talked to Courtney either and I was glad about that. I felt like he was keeping tabs on me and even watching me because a few nights out of the week, when I’d come home from my yoga class, there would be an all black car parked close to my spot. When I’d get out of my car, it would drive off. I wanted to tell Bishop about it, but seeing as he was petty, I decided against it. I missed my man and I didn’t think we ever really committed to each other. Yeah, we’d claimed each other’s bodies and hearts, but I didn’t think we ever had titles. That was how I knew we moved way too fast.

“What’s up, Lay?”

“Get up and get dressed. We going out tonight.”

Before I could protest, she hung up in my face. There was no point in calling back because she wasn’t going to answer and there was no point in avoiding her. She was going to bang on my door until I answered. So as much as I didn’t want to get up and go out, I got up and prepared to go out.

After my shower, I drenched my body in the coconut body butter I’d made and let that marinate, making sure my skin was super smooth and soft to the touch. I’d decided to let my hair grow out so for the time being I was rocking some waist length gold and black Havana twists. I hated to watch the edges of my hair grow. My curl pattern was so different all over my head. That was why I’d always kept it cut low or in a Mohawk. My curls were so loose and curly. Everyone loved it except for me. I guess you always wanted what you didn’t have. I wanted those course tight kinky curls and all the naturals that I’d met who had it wanted mine. After pulling my braids into a bun at the top of my head, I started on my face. I hardly ever wore makeup but tonight I wanted to live a little, do something different. I didn’t have hardly any blemishes on my face, not because I was born with clear skin. I started breaking out like crazy when I hit twenty-four, but for the past year, I’d been maintaining a good skin regimen, drinking lots of water and eating plenty of fruits. My acne marks had cleared up really well and whenever I did have a pimple to appear, the Clearasil I was using would clear it right up! Instead of going with a heavy foundation, I decided to use a tinted moisturizer instead. It moisturized my face, gave me light coverage and had my face glowing.

Normally, when I did wear eyeshadow, it was a gold or brown color to complement my skin, but tonight, I put on a light and dark plum shade to match my plum lipstick. I had this two-piece custom-made plum crop top with open cleavage and high waist zipper skirt that came right above my knees. I couldn’t lie. I was feeling myself with this look. After rubbing on some of my favorite body oil, Be Delicious, I slipped into my cream pumps, which complemented the color of my zipper and I was ready to go. Just in time too because Lay was knocking on my door. After looking myself over once more, I was ready to go.

“Damn, Bish, is you single?” she asked, causing me to laugh.

I looked my boo over too. She was looking good as usual. She had on a red one piece knee length catsuit that complemented her skin and her hips really well. Her hair fell naturally in big curls to the middle of her back. She was rocking the natural face with a bright red lip. My girl was bad.

“Shut up crazy. Did Rell see what you have on tonight? You the one gone be killing with them hips.”

“Nah, but he wants me to stop by the studio on our way to the club.”

My face must have dropped because she laughed before grabbing my arm, leading me outside, and saying, “Don’t worry. Bishop won’t be at the studio tonight.”

I relaxed a little. I hoped she was right, but then again, I hoped he was there. A part of me missed him so much.

We walked into Rell’s studio and who was the first person I locked eyes with? Bishop. Sitting there, looking all sexy, puffing on a blunt. He was already high because his eyes were resting low. He had on a Grizzlies snapback, supporting the home team, a tight-fitting white tee, some khakis, and a pair of gray and white Huaraches.

I never wore panties when I had on a dress or skirt and this is one time, I regretted that. This nigga had me dripping all down my thighs.

I looked over at Lay and she gave me an “I didn’t know he was going to be here” look and shrugged.

“Where the hell you think you going with that on?” Rell’s voice caught my attention and I looked over at him.

I didn’t know why she thought she was gone get away with wearing that.

“I’m going to the club, nigga, where you think I’m going?”

“No, the hell you not, not without me.”

“Ion wanna go out with you. This is lady’s night!” she yelled as if he cared.

I laughed at their exchange and shook my head. I saw Bishop stand and walk towards me, out the corner of my eye. Lord, give me strength. I was not ready for this.

“Well, you ain’t got no choice. Sit ya lil’ yella ass down until I get finished mixing this track and then we heading out.”

“Hmph.” Pouting, Lay crossed her arms and did as she was told.

I took a step back and tried to avoid Bishop as he stood in front of me, smelling so damn good.

Bishop

I hadn’t seen Kai in so long and when I did see her, she came in here looking like a goddess. From the braided crown, she was rocking, to them plump plum colored lips to her small waist and round ass and don’t even get me started on them
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pumps she had on. It took all the strength I had not to unzip her skirt and have my way with her right there in front of everybody. So, before I even said a word to her, I grabbed her hand and walked her outside the studio. I pinned her up on the wall and stared deep into her eyes. She didn’t look away.

I smiled.

She smiled.

“You know I’m not letting you out of my sight with you looking like you looking, right?” I asked her. A nigga was gone catch a case tonight fucking around with her and this outfit she had on.

She blushed, but I ain’t even give her a chance to reply.

“You look so fucking good, Kailani.” I started licking and sucking on her neck and she let out this soft moan like she missed a nigga, so I stopped and asked her, “You miss me?”

“You know I do, Bishop.”

I wasn’t expecting her to tell the truth. I expected her to try and play hard like she normally did. Spreading her legs a little bit, she rested her hands on my chest and sighed.

“You giving that nigga my pussy?”

I was scared to hear her answer. I was gone have to kill him if she was.

“No, baby. I haven’t talked to or seen him since that night. Even if I had, nobody else can have this after you.”

Surprised by her answer, I kissed her deeply, got all in her shit. She didn’t fight me either. Instead, she sucked on my lips and tongue like she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I couldn’t resist anymore. I slid my hand under her skirt. She didn’t have on no panties. Perfect. I slid one finger inside her. She was so wet. I finally knew what I wanted to name her pussy. Tsunami. Pushing her head into the wall, she arched her back and allowed me deeper access. Damn, my baby really did miss me.

“You really did miss me, huh?” I asked her.

She nodded yes before kissing me again. As I pushed my middle finger in and out of her, palm forward to make sure I hit her g-spot, I massaged her clit with my thumb. She was looking so good, trying so hard not to cry out, biting her lip, and closing her eyes. Swear I couldn’t get enough of this woman.

“Mmmm…”

Finally, she allowed herself to moan and cum on me. Gripping me for support since she was weak at the knees, literally, I had to lift her up before she slid down the wall.

“I missed you, too. I’m so sorry, baby. Do you believe me, Kailani?”

She took my face in her hand and started placing kisses all over a nigga's face. I was never weak for a woman, except her and when she did shit like this, she could’ve gotten anything she wanted out of me. I couldn’t take it no more. I threw her over my shoulder and took her to my car. I didn’t care who she called herself messing with. She was gone be mine tonight.

*

She looked so good, crawling up to the head of my bed. I wanted to take my time with Kai since it had been so long, but the way she was turning me on I wanted to go deep, hard and fast. After I had taken off my clothes, I slid on the bed and pulled her closer to me by her ankles. She gripped her head and had the most intense look on her face. It was like… every touch… every stroke… every kiss with us was powerful and everything I did to her drove her crazy. That drove me crazy. I made fun of her for nutting so fast the first time, but if she kept this up, I was gone be doing it myself soon. Slowly, I unzipped her skirt and unveiled Tsunami. She spread her legs and gave me a better view.

“I love you, Bishop. I missed you so much.”

Caught a nigga off guard with that one. She’d never told me that she loved me before.

“What you say?” I asked her. I heard what she said. I just wanted to hear her say it again.

“You heard me, nigga,” she replied before pulling me onto her for a kiss. After she had finished assaulting my lips, she looked a nigga dead in his eyes and said it again. “I said I love you, Bishop.”

Forget foreplay, forget warming up, I had to be inside her before I lost it. I slid deep inside her as I kissed her neck since I couldn’t kiss her lips. She was moaning so loud. Laying against my Queen, I put hickeys all over her neck and chest as I stroked her deep. I pulled out slow and dove right back in deep and fast, brushing against her clit each time. She was scratching a nigga back up and muttering my name in my ear. She tried to kiss on a nigga too, but she couldn’t because it was feeling too good to her. I could stay inside her like this forever. I leaned up a little to look in her face. I became completely still. She looked at me, pissed because I stopped, but I needed her to hear me.

“I love you too, Kailani.”

That was all it took. I slid out slowly once more and she was coming.

“Bend over.”

She did as she was told. I undid her hair. I wanted a handful of it while I was going deep inside of her. I could tell she was scared, so I bent down and kissed her as I arched her back.

“You trust me?” I asked her.

“Yes, baby.”

“And, you know I’ll never do anything to intentionally hurt you, right?”

“Yes, baby.”

“And, you are never going back to that nigga again, right?”

She didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, baby.”

That was all I needed to hear. I spread her ass cheeks and spit on her asshole before sliding the tip of my dick inside Tsunami. I started caressing her asshole, as I would do to her clit, and she almost fell into the bed.

“Sit up, Kailani.”

I wanted to laugh at her silly ass, but I wanted her too much to play. The shit felt good to her. She did as she was told after looking back at the connection between us and smiling at me. I started stroking her long and deep. See, that was where a lot of niggas messed up. They wanted to go deep because it felt good to them, but they didn’t take into consideration that a woman’s most sensitive spot, her g-spot was close to the tip of her opening. So, they could go deep, but if he really wanted to please his woman, he had to go long too, pull out, and make sure to hit that g-spot with each stroke.

I was killing it too. She’d just stopped moaning completely. She couldn’t even speak. That was how I knew it was good. Anybody could make her scream. I wanted to make her mouth open while she remained silent. She started getting hotter, wetter, making Tsunami talk to me. Every fucking time I pulled out and went in, she was creaming on my dick. I knew she was about to cum because Tsunami started squeezing my dick tighter and her legs started shaking. As much as I wanted to torture her some more, I came with her and a few seconds later, both our asses were laid up, squeezing the hell out of each other, knocked out.

Early into the morning, we were awakened by somebody beating on my door. As weak as I was from the sex we’d had, I wasn’t trying to get up, even if it was my door. Kai was gone have to get it. She wasn’t going, though. I’d been nudging her in the side constantly since it started and she had barely moved.

“Gone now, Bishop,” she finally mumbled, turning her face in the opposite direction.

“Get the door, Lani,” I replied, gently pushing her out of the bed with my foot.

“No, baby. It’s your house. You get it!” Her voice raised as did her anger with each sentence she spoke.

I ain’t gone lie, it was kind of cute, but I wasn’t in the mood to be playing with her so I held my smile in.

“Kailani, I’ma push yo ass out this bed in three seconds if you don’t go and answer the door.”

She ain’t believe a nigga because she continued to lay there in silence. I pushed her towards the edge more and she still didn’t budge. Irritated at this point, I kicked her ass completely off the bed. I knew she was gone flip, but I’d make it up to her later. Instantly, she grabbed the edge of the bed and stared up at me — boiling.

“The fuck, Bishop!” she yelled.

“Watch your mouth. Don’t be cursing at me. Go open the door, Lani,” I replied as I turned my back to her. I didn’t want her to see me smiling. That would just piss her off even more.

Speed walking and mumbling, she stomped out of the room with her arms folded.

I asked her, “You got some to say, Kailani?”

After shooting me a mean mug, she continued out of the room, leaving me alone to laugh at her crazy ass.