Chapter 2

Since Antonio no longer wanted to help Jake, Jake became a little salty and stopped talking to him. As far as Antonio was concerned, he would choose his family over a life of crime any day. Jake, however, grew up in that life. Always looking for a quick way to make a buck. Scheming and dreaming.

He cleaned up his act long enough to wrangle Nyla in when she was fresh, wide-eyed, and didn’t know any better. She thought she had a great catch but after a year of marriage, Jake was fucking around on her.

At first, she refused to believe the stories, there was no way but deep in her heart, she knew. Catching him with other women caused her to eat her feelings and sent her into bouts of depression which later resulted in a fluffier version of her former self.

She hoped once she got pregnant, he would calm down but it only intensified his random acts of whoredom. After losing the baby, she started therapy to get better mentally but by that time, he had lost interest in her sexually, yet he refused to leave her.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into a month and the weather was finally warmer for the long haul. Nyla woke up with a little pep in her step. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had changed her diet and started walking for an hour after work which was starting to pay off.

She decided to put on a cute A-line sun dress which made her plump breasts sit up nice and high, her waist was smaller and her hips were nice and full. She slid into a pair of wedges and did her makeup.

Jake happened to walk into the bathroom, he stared at her briefly, “Where you going all dressed up?” he asked as he whipped out his love stick and took a wiz into the porcelain bowl.

“To work,” she replied nonchalantly and strutted out the door with zero fucks to give.

Jake hurried out into the bedroom, “Why are you all dressed up?”

“I just feel good.”

He scoffed, “Yeah whatever, man. I’m working overnight again.”

“Okay.” She replied and left.

He got back into bed and slept. He didn’t have to be at work until noon that day.

It had become a ritual. One he looked forward to. It took him off his normal route but this daily interaction with the Bellissima Cantante became part of his routine. He walked in and saw her in the pretty sundress, her hair was in a curly afro fluffed out with a red rose on the right side.

“Good morning, Nyla,” he said with a smile as he stepped to the counter to order.

“Good morning, Gio,” she replied. She was there alone. Gio had started arriving early before the other workers would arrive so he could have time to chat with Nyla. During those interactions he learned a lot about her, her likes, dislikes, and her dreams.

“I still think you should go to see my friend. He can help you make a demo.”

She shrugged, “Honestly, Gio, I should have told you this before ... I’m married.”

He didn’t look shocked. He simply nodded.

“I got carried away with the attention that you’ve been giving me. I mean you’re a good-looking guy and I—”

“You’re a beautiful woman that deserved every bit of attention I’ve given you. If your husband doesn’t know what to do with you ... I can certainly show him.”

She blushed, “I could never cheat on my husband.”

“What if he approved?”

Her eyes squinted then she burst into laughter, “That was funny,” she said wiping the tears from her eyes.

He remained serious, “If I can get your husband to approve, would you?”

“You don’t know my husband and even if you did, he would never.”

“If he approved, would you?”

She paused. Every fiber on her body ached for serious love. Slowly her head nodded and she smiled a little embarrassed that she admitted that she would fuck another man.

He licked his sexy lips and rubbed his chin, “I bet you taste sweet.”

She blushed, “Gio.”

He grinned, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

Another month had passed. It was almost April and the reports showed there was still a serious problem with inventory. Instead of the plant manager questioning everyone that worked on the floor, Gio showed up and had a private meeting with Jake.

Jake sat across from Gio, he fidgeted as Gio explained the issues concerning theft, fraud, etc. “I swear to you Mr. Manzini, I don’t—”

“Hold that thought,” replied Gio as he turned on the large flat-screen television, “Turn around and take a look.”

Jake turned the chair and saw footage of himself along with his shady contact. The evidence showed Jake loading the cargo van with boxes of supplies and taking cash. Jake nearly shit a brick as he turned back to look at Gio.

“I’m just curious, did you not know we have cameras on the property?”

Jake gulped, “Look, sir—”

“It’s quite all right.” He said as he rose to his feet and then took a seat on the edge of the desk as looked down at Jake, “I met your wife Nyla, a sweet woman with an amazing voice.”

Jake made a face, “Excuse me?”

“Nyla, she works at the coffee shop. I’ve been talking to her just about every morning for the past two months. I like her.”

Jake stood.

“Sit the fuck back down!”

Jake bucked up, “Keep my wife’s name out of your mouth.”

Gio rose to his feet and looked dead in his eyes, “I want to fuck your wife, taste your wife, I want to hear my name rolling off her tongue as I bounce her on my enormous pierced cock. I think she would love it.”

Jake swung at Gio but Gio grabbed his wrist, “Relax, there’s no need to get all puffed up. You can either agree to let me fuck your wife or pay me the value of all the materials you’ve stolen from my father’s company, which,” he looked on the desk at a piece of paper, “It’s over $75,000.”

“I don’t have that kind of money. All I have is 20K.”

Gio chuckled, “Sounds like you don’t have enough then. So?”

Jake was in disbelief; he shook his head, “What kind of man asks another man to fuck his wife? That’s crazy.”

“It’s better to ask than to just fuck another man’s wife, or do you not agree?”

Jake was quiet. Gio pulled out his cell phone and showed him pictures of his wife, “Do you know this woman? She’s my wife of seven years. Her name is Miriam.”

Jake gulped, “I swear, she never told me that she was married.”

Gio nodded, “I’m sure. Our marriage is one of convenience. Our families thought it was a good idea for us to marry. Two powerful families uniting in business and marriage. The business part has been great. The marriage part not so much. My wife has always been a cheating little whore.”

“I’ll leave her alone. I swear.”

He shrugged, “Why bother? Have fun. You two have been enjoying each other this long.”

Jake shook his head vigorously, “No. No. No. It hasn’t been that long. I’ve only known that chick for like five months. Come on Mr. Gio, Nyla is my wife. I’m the only man she’s ever been with.”

Gio nodded and went back to the desk and picked up the phone, “Do you have the number to the local police—”

“Wait, wait, man, you don’t have to do that. You can’t have the police come here for me.”

Gio ended the call, “So we have an agreement?”

“How many times?”

Gio shrugged, “I’ll take her for the weekend and if she decides she no longer wants me, then I’ll leave her alone.” Gio smiled.

Jake nodded. He was sure that Nyla would only fuck Gio to help him and then they could resume their lives. He was certain Gio wouldn’t fuck as good as him. After all, if he was so good in bed, why was his wife fucking other men?

Nyla was sound asleep in bed when Jake arrived home full of spirits. He stumbled into the bedroom, took off his clothes and crawled into bed, and rubbed her big juicy ass. Nyla turned and eyed him, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Come on babe, it’s been a minute,” he said breathing down on her.

“Babe? Negro, you haven’t touched me in over a year, now it’s come on babe? Have several seats.”

“So, what you fucking that Italian dude already without my permission? How long has that shit been going on?”

“Boy. You have lost what little piece of mind you had in that bottle of whatever you were drinking. Go your ass to sleep.”

“You would fuck another dude, Nyla, you would do that?”

She huffed, “From what I’ve heard about your little stupid ass crime ring, it’s either I give up this ass or you go your black ass to jail. And you know you can’t get caught up again.”

He broke down and cried, “I was just trying—”

“Turn off the light please, I’m about to go to sleep.”

He left the bed in his nakedness and walked out the door without turning off the light. She sat up angrily and ruffled the covers before getting out of bed to turn off the light.

When morning arrived, Nyla woke up feeling anxious, am I really going to cheat on my husband? She took a deep breath and left the bed.

As she showered, she took care to wash everything especially well. Afterward, she dried and stood in front of the mirror dressing slowly. She bit her lip as the thought of having her back blown out danced around in her mind for the one-thousandth time. She didn’t even notice Jake standing at the door glaring at her, “I suppose you gotta do this for us, right?”

She turned to him, “Right. For us.”

He nodded and then left.

She shrugged and began doing her makeup. She looked amazing in a fitted white dress that showed off her voluptuous curves. Sure, she had a little belly in front you could hardly tell with the span of her hips and the fluff of her breasts. She had the perfect hourglass of a full-figured woman.

It helped that she glowed when she thought about Gio. His sexy voice. Their conversations made her smile. She looked forward to those mornings at the coffee shop and as she stood there applying an ombre lip of deep red with pink, she couldn’t help but look forward to having him fill her center.

She shook her head, I should be ashamed, she thought for a second, but I’m not. She stood with her shoulders back. She fluffed out the curls of her head and stuck a pretty red rose on the right side of her hair before leaving,

Nyla walked into the living room. Jake was already gone. Her cell phone sounded. She saw a text message, “I’m outside. Grab your passport. Gio.”

She peered out the window and saw a black stretched Hummer with dark-tinted windows. Her face beamed, passport, I thought we were going to Miami, she smiled as she hurried back to her room to retrieve the little blue book.

A little breathy, she collected a small bag with items she planned to take with her for a trip and slipped the passport inside the bag, and left.