Chapter 152: I won't let it go!

Still in my thoughts, Gia's several calls snapped me out of it.  I was Skeptical, in a long whole I haven't been this  speechless, I always had something to say--- good or not. I looked up to the cars' ceiling and back to the phone's screen, my guts were lacking. I ignored it instead.

After 10 minutes of a speedy drive, I walked into our private living room where I concluded Gianna would be. She was looking through the glass, its quite a beautiful view staring through it.

  "Where have you been?" She asked sternly without turning to me, I almost thought she had no idea I had returned. I stopped, maintaining my composure yet in my circle. I slid my fingers through my dark waves still lost for words. I braced up anyways.

  "Where do I start? Like, what exactly are you asking?" I asked, ego wouldn't let me be humble "I told you I was going out to see Clinton then my friends." I explained

  "You did huh?" She asked. She walked over to the stand where her cell phone was lying then searched, she played a video for me to see. I suspected it to be trouble. She strode down to where I stood then held out the phone to my view. "How do you explain this?" She asked

  "Babe...Babe, it's not what you think! He came at me really bad so I had to defend myself. He was saying too much shit about Khaleed..." I tried to explain, a slap followed behind. I did not expect that. She was furious, the frown on her face passed a message yet her red top wouldn't let me have peace. Oh Kareem! I should be worried over her reactions not her sexiness.

  "Why do you always cause trouble?..."

  "How could you say I caused trouble, did you hear the shit he said? That was disrespectful, Gia. Stop concluding." I was defensive

  "It's no excuse! You don't have to fight back every single time, where has your maturity gone to? You could simply walk away..." She cautioned

  "...Is that what you do when you get crossed? Remember what you did at the restaurant with your friends? Hmm? You spilled soup on their faces, was that mature enough?" She stood silent rubbing her neck then she continued

  "At least I didn't get physical besides it was their fault not mine. Sometimes I wonder what sort of a man are you, you don't think before acting. For real. You're not calculable!" She added turning away from my helpless gaze. These same words came from Darkie when that Senegal charade wouldn't die off. I sighed in distress, I was trying to reconsider where I had gone wrong trying to defend my innocent cause.

  "I don't expect you to understand after all!" I blurted out then she turned to me abruptly with a confused look on her face.

  "What's that suppose to mean anyway?"

  "You don't have to understand everything Gia, you're not a guy so you wouldn't understand what happened back there. Besides, you don't know a single shit about Jeff." I blurted, I didn't before saying something like that.

  "That's right, I know nothing about jeff but im sure he was right for coming at you. He was at least sensible when he said what he said." She blurted out too, I was raging. Is she on his side now, I questioned myself. "You really don't know what this single act means at this point." She added

  "What's that all about? Stop talking nonsense..."

  "Well you're the one talking nonsense, Kareem!" She almost yelled, she was tensed up. "We are on the verge of losing our son over some conspiracy and you let things like this escalates? Do you realize that you could be denied access to Khaleed because of this act...like, you don't even think straight so what was I expecting anyway." She walked out angrily.  My phone beeped, it was a text mother sent me.

     *Really? Come to warehouse now!*

Father's text followed.

     *Don't come running to me, I won't help*

This was too much to handle already, no one is seeing the fact that Jeff has the major issue not me, everyone concluded that I was at fault. The flashes of the video didn't vanish, it was consistent. I never thought about someone capturing the moment, this is what you get for being overly famous. I returned to our bedroom, Gianna was staring at a card. 

  "The impression you gave towards her was distasteful and sarcastic, i guess i was wrong. I didn't know you really liked her Jordan, I hope y'all meet up soon!" She blurted out as soon as I walked in. I was really confused, she would think differently I concluded.

  "Gia...Gianna, its not what you think. She put it in there, I didn't. I forgot to take it out because of the fight I got into. I would never ever collect her card, baby believe me..." 

  "Believe you?" She asked, she smirked then locked the door. I did not know why she did that, but I did not bother. I was focused on convincing her about the truth. "Believe you right?" She asked again. "We are getting it done here and now. You were horny weren't you, call her phone!" She instructed folding her arms, her chest popped out even better.

  "What..What...What do you mean babe, you know I wouldn't..."

  "Call her damn phone!!!" She yelled

  "Stop yelling. Come on!" I said almost whispering but she was defiant.

  "Let them hear all they want! You're married, need I remind you that too?" She asked "You know its less stress if you hadn't flipped the camera." 

She snapped smirking, that smirk seemed devilish to me. "Head on, leave already." She sat on the edge of the bed.

  "I can't..Babe let's talk. You can't send me out to another woman's arms, I can't do that!" I retorted yet I was helpless and innocent, she put me in an unbearable state it mind, physically too.

  "Go ahead Jordan!" She added sternly. She was taking off her top, my eyes wandered about her entire body, she was sexy as always but this instant was flirtatious. She was looking at me intently with a frown, I turned away walking to the door slowly. It felt like my  feet were heavy, I held the door handle them I turned around to apologize. She had taken off her black jean trouser, she was walking towards the bathroom door.

  "Gia! I'm sorry!" Was the only thing I could afford to say to her, she turned to me fully. The view I saw got my big man erecting and throbbing. I could never pick a woman over Gia, she turns me on every time we are alone or not.

  "Save it! You were about to leave so what changed?" She asked calmly staring at me in disgust. She added two stylish steps. "I thought she was good for you, you always seem to forget that I've been a stripper and would always be one for you. You don't have the right to look at another woman under my nose." 

I was silent, I looked at her innocently, I was very guilty. I shouldn't have let her put the card into my wallet, that was foolish of me. I reasoned.

   "I'm really sorry. I should have been firm..." I said heartily

  "...Save that, that's your lesson to learn not mine!" She cut me short, she drew closer, pressing her enormous tits on my chest "I wanna shower but I..." She ran her fingers thru my chest "...I'm not sure someone would really want to join. He's got a hot chic..." She added sarcastically then I interrupted before my eyes blinked.

  "...I would never pick someone over you. I love you with my last drop on it." I blurted emphatically. She smiled.

  "That was extreme, you don't have to sing a lullaby because of how desperate you want to prove your innocence." She added still smiling, she was taking my weakness for granted yet to her own favor.

  "Why are you overly stretching this, you know I'd never cheat..."

  "Well you almost did..."

  "Almost Gia..."

  "That 'almost' could make you lose me Jordan, don't play with me!" She was stern this time, she walked into the bathroom.

I didn't wait to be told that I needed to follow my wife, i heard the sound of water gushing out thru the shower. I watched her caress her neck down to her arms then squirted some body wash into her palms then rubbed it against her arms again, her eyes met mine but she turned away slowly caressing her breasts. I was heating profusely. She did that to hurt me, I could watch but couldn't touch, that was sexual torture I'd say. I attempted to go close then she stopped me holding up her index finger. She caressed her body, the more she did that the more I felt like I should be the one caressing her. I stood still without a word, she could see how desperate I was.

  "Does it hurt?" She asked then she beckoned at me. I wrecked my cloths off   then hurried to join her, I could finally place my hands around her. The first thing I did was give a tight hug, I found myself embracing her real tight.

  "It hurts Gia, I can't fool myself no more!" I whispered into her ears. I squirted a handful of body wash liquid then caressed her instead, I felt better. I grabbed on her lips, kick starting a brand new chapter of me lusting after my wife.

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05:16pm.

  "I don't understand, I sent you a text over an hour and you decided to come whenever you like?" Mother asked as she leaned on her new white Lamborghini. My sexy mother kills fashion and rides at any given time, the Versace jumpsuit she rocked intrigued me, I was certain that Gia abd i would do even more. "Did you not hear me?" Mother snapped her fingers then I snapped out of my illusion. 

  "Sorry Mom. Its just that I had to work on something as soon as I could..." I explained with a bit of seriousness.

  "Really? What could be more important that coming over to see me? I'm your mother...hmm..." She blurted out

  "And I've got a wife, Mom." I blurted out unintentionally. Her eyes squinted questionably.

  "Oh I get it, y'all had it this early? At this time of the day?!" She asked smiling tightly

  "Oh come on Mom!" I smiled to her teaser "Father told me about that time y'all...you know...had it at the penthouse when I got kidnapped. I'm just trying to be like you both Mom, my motivations." I narrated, she was a little bit embarrassed at my statement. She wore her designer shades on the bridge of her nose.

  "He tells you more than I would ever do!" She snapped. "That didn't answer my question, where have you been?"

  "I was with Gia! At the house!" I said

  "As simple as that, do you have to lie about that too?" She snapped, my was being tricky right now, I smiled in slight guilt.

  "I'm sorry, I skipped. What's happening, what do you need me to do for you right now?" I asked submissively

  "I got to the hospital earlier and that doctor of yours confessed her conspiracy, Khaleed is your son. Proof or no proof." She snapped typing texting through her phone. I smiled broadly then she hugged me.

  "Thanks Mama. I always knew that. I should really learn how to trust my wife regardless..." I said

  "That's one simple thing you can't afford to not do. I had such crazy stories between Jamal, my ex and I. Many things turned to the wrong way, you and Garry really remind me of my past though!" She said heartily, that was overly reasonable. I nodded in agreement, father had told me about this side of the story. He tells me almost everything because he believes that I had a lot to learn.

  "Garry is a jerk, he can't be like uncle Eric." I said truthfully then she smiled. "I guess you saw the video as well." I stirred before she could say more.

  "Its viral. You have an interview tomorrow with AZ times, you know they are a big shot press company, choose your words. Don't act stupid just like you did earlier." She reminded

  "Mom, did you have to set up all that?" I knew it was her handiwork, she was punishing me already.

  "You shouldn't have fought that fight, you got to learn how to suppress your anger, your child is at stake, this could paint you black." She cautioned

  "But Mom, Jeff said so many awful things to me. I was not having it..." I defended

  "...That's the point! You have to let it go in places like that hotel. It's five star one, you don't expect your privacy when you literally run the city." She reminded, she was right.

   "I messed up but really can't stand someone or anyone talk about my son, he disrespected me so I lost my cool."

  "You should explain to the press." She snapped already pissed.

  "Mom, don't get mad at me too."

  "Too? Who else is?"

  "Gia was."

  "Was? Don't think that that ride me I ride you stuff isn't going to fade, she'd remind you." She snapped confidently

  "Mom, you can't always guess Gia's actions." I said confidently "She forgave me, we're cool.". Mother laughed at my statement.

  "She texted me about you already, don't fool yourself son. She tells me stuff, we are women!" Mother added confidently.

  "A'ight. I accept defeat, how could I be so sure anyway?!" I said a little bit embarrassed.

  "You have two interviews Kareem don't mess this up, apologize  to the world so that we make that money." She added walking to the drivers' seat, she was setting out to leave.

  "Two? Who's the second?" I asked

  "TVS!" She opened the door to enter the car

  "Mom! Can I at least have a prop, your staff are good!" I inquired, I was not prepared for this, I didn't see it coming too.

  "Nope! Ask your dad boy, he might just listen. I'll talk to you soon baby boy!"

  "Where're you going to Mom, we are not done yet. Let's talk about..." I said but she fell on a temporal deaf ear.

She started the engine, then speed off.

I took out my phone from my pocket to text my father.

    *Dada, where are you?*

           *Don't interrupt, your mothers' coming over in seconds.*

    *I only need a second. Who's going to prop me up?*

          *I'll send someone over to you at the house. Spoilt brat!*

     *Ok! Thanks Dad!*

          *Not so soon, you'd pay dearly.*

The last text was threatening, he'd surely 'hurt me emotionally.