Chapter 3

London, England

It was 6:00 am when Gio, Nyla, and Emilio arrived at the U-shaped two-story home with large windows. A light beamed from upstairs as Gio entered a code to open the door. The place was inviting. Club music blared from the top floor, “Is that Gio!” they heard.

They saw a man, fair in complexion, eyes a soft green, hair cut into a nice Mohawk. He had a patch of hair on his chin and a mustache, “Brother, welcome back,” he said as his arms wrapped around Gio and then Emilio, “I see you brought this fucker back with you,” he joked.

“I’m not as much of a fucker as you are, Nigel,” Emilio snapped back.

Nyla’s eyes widened.

“Fellas, watch your mouths around my lady. This is mi, bella.”

Nigel took her hand and kissed the top, “Is this the beautiful singer you’ve been raving about?”

She blushed, “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Can you really sing?” Nigel asked.

“She has the voice of 1000 angels,” replied Gio.

“One thousand?” she questioned.

“She’s modest,” said Nigel, “I love her already but my beautiful girl, around here you’ll have to embrace your cocky.”

“Cocky is something my dear brother knows something about,” joked Gio. Nigel was a club owner and had his own record label signing on newBella talent from various corners of the world.

He made damn good money and wasn’t afraid to flaunt any of it. He and Gio had met in college where Nigel started dating Miriam but her parents preferred that she marry Gio instead because at the time Nigel didn’t have money like the rest of them. He was in school on a scholarship and was the son of a single mother. His father was from the United States. A Black American that was killed one night during an armed robbery.

Miriam’s parents didn’t think Nigel’s dreams of becoming a record producer were going to pan out. They wanted their daughter with someone solid ... a sure thing.

Nyla smiled and nodded. She aimed to embrace a bit of the cocky, “Then yes. I can sing my ass off. Ever since I was a child.” She took a deep breath and did a run and crooned out Whitney Houston’s, I Wanna Run To You...

The three men stood in amazement as she sang. “I wanna run to yooooouuu oooohooooo...”

After she finished the verse, they gave a thunderous clap, “Wow man, yes, fuck yes!!!” said Nigel.

“Very beautiful Ms. Nyla,” added Emilio, “I’m going to head to my room to sleep, I hope you enjoy your stay.”

Gio kissed her head, “I told you my girl has some serious pipes.”

“I agree,” he looked around, “I know you’re tired. Make yourself at home Nyla. I have a recording studio across town, I’d love to record you in my studio before you head back to the United States.”

Nyla nearly floated and burst into the air like confetti. “Yes, yes, yes. I’d love that.”

“All right then, we’ll chat more later. I’m sure you two are ready to sleep unless—”

“Nigel—”

“Very well, then, maybe we’ll circle back to it before you two leave.” He said before heading up the wooden staircase.

Nyla looked at Gio, “What was that about?”

Gio grinned, “Nigel and I are good friends. He’s my wife’s lover.”

“Wait, what?!”

“My wife and I are married on paper. Nigel is her lover among several others” he said nonchalantly.

“How do y’all do that?”

Gio shrugged, “It’s a money and power thing. But my beautiful queen, you are my primary focus.”

“Me? Why me?”

“I can’t think of a better person. I promise you will love being my girl.”

A huge smile emerged on her face, “I already love it.”

He touched her nose, “Let’s go to bed then.”

It was noon. Nigel was on the patio having tea as he stared into the screen of his laptop at the angelic face of a four-year-old girl with big blue eyes, and sandy blonde air in big curls, she spoke, “When will you come daddy?”

“Princess, daddy promises he’ll be there on Saturday for your dance recital.”

She smiled. An older woman with cream-colored skin and green eyes appeared, “It’s time for lunch, Amy, tell papa goodbye.”

“I love you, papa,” her sweet voice sounded before she ran off.

The woman smiled, “Will she be coming as well?” his mother asked.

Nigel shrugged, “I’ll ask her when she arrives later today.”

She nodded, “Very well then, I love you, son. Take care.”

“Love you too, mums.”

Nigel sipped from his cup and sighed. He hated being away from his daughter but he and the mother agreed it was best that Amy lived with Nigel’s mother. Her life offered more stability than theirs.

He only wished that his lover took more of an interest in mothering. His cell phone sounded with a message, “I love you. I’ll see you in a couple of hours, M.”

A smile did emerge on his face. It had been months since her last visit to London and he missed their crazy sexcapades. He loved that Miriam was a free spirit. He knew that her heart belonged to him. Plus it did allow him the chance to be with other women. But at the moment, no one interested him.

Most of the women at the club were either high-functioning drug addicts or alcoholics, some were only looking for a come-up and others just were too boring to keep his attention. He replied to Miriam, “I can’t wait to see you, my love.”

The king-sized bed faced the large window that traveled floor to ceiling. Gio had been up for an hour sketching a picture of Nyla as she lay sleeping. He was in awe of her curves. His cell phone sounded. He was a text message from a strange number, “When the fuck are you bringing my wife home?”

Gio chuckled to himself as he left the bed. His dick bobbed with each step he made as he walked to the bathroom. He responded, “Your wife is in good hands. I’ll bring her back when she’s ready to return.”

“Stop fucking playing with me, dude. I know my wife only fucked you to save me. She loves me. Now, this shit is done.”

“Your wife enjoyed fucking me very much. I can send you proof if you like?”

“Man fuck you!!!!”

Gio chuckled before setting the phone down on the counter. His hand gripped his bed snake. The urine trickled down into the bowl. The toilet flushed. He washed his hands and looked down and saw a bunch of angry messages from Jake demanding the return of his wife.

Gio took a ten-second clip of a video that was recorded of him and Nyla on the airplane as he fucked her from behind right as she was climaxing and calling out his name. “I told you that my name would sound sweet rolling off your wife’s tongue, what do you think?”

It showed the message was read and then there was no response. Gio shrugged and added, “I’m headed to fill your wife’s pussy with more of my cum. You think she’ll end up having my baby?”

Jake replied, “Fuck you! I got something for you when you get back to Tampa.”

Gio grinned and blocked his number. He left the phone on the counter and walked back into the room where he spotted Nyla looking at the picture, “This is me.”

He smiled, “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” she said as she studied the sketch, “you are so talented.”

He reached for the picture and placed it on the nightstand next to the pencils he used. She watched as he eased next to her, “I plan to show you off around town but first,” he said as he got between her legs and pressed his way inside.

She bit her bottom lip and grabbed his ass. He smiled, she does love fucking me, he thought as he witnessed the passion in her eyes. How her body responded to his. How she matched his cadence. Her pussy hugged his dick tightly. Her sweet moans filled the room.

They were so lost in passion that they didn’t witness Nigel standing by the opened door watching, “Mate, I know you’re busy,” Nigel said as he enjoyed the show.

Gio looked over his shoulder, “What is it, bro?”

“Bring Nyla by the studio. I have two hours open today.”

Gio nodded.

Nigel stood watching for a few extra moments. His eyes connected with Nyla. He smiled and then left. Nyla chuckled, “Oh my goodness, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Are you okay?”

She nodded, it felt oddly comfortable to her, “If you trust them. I trust them.”

He continued to stroke her nice and slow. As soon as he felt that gush, he went deeper. His mouth covered her nipples. She loved how his hands caressed her. She hadn’t felt desired and wanted in a long time.

Their mouths touched. Their tongues danced and wrestled. He quickened his pace. He drilled until he emptied. He rested on her kissing her mouth as the haze of the orgasm faded.

She touched his handsome face, “I should feel bad?”

He shook his head slowly, “No.”

She smiled as his lips pressed onto hers. “Let’s get showered. We have a busy day ahead of us.”

The trunk of the car opened. Gio took the myriad of shopping bags and placed them in the trunk. Still, in awe from all that had transpired, Nyla touched the strands of hair on his face, “You didn’t have to buy me all of this stuff.”

He gave a little grin, “I wanted to.” He kissed her mouth, “we have to get going if we’re going to make your appointment on time.”

“I’m so nervous,” she admitted.

He walked with her to the passenger side and opened the door, “You’ll do fine,” he reassured her before closing her door. As he walked to the driver’s side, he received a message from his wife, Miriam, “I’ll see you at the studio. I’m here with Nigel and Erick.”

Gio replied, “See you soon,” and slid into the car before peeling off.

On the outside, it looked like an abandoned apartment building but as Gio and Nyla entered, they saw something quite different. An older gentleman sitting at a desk watching the monitors, “Good Day,” he said to them as they passed by the desk.

Gio smiled, “How’s that wife and kid of yours George?”

“Doing great, sir, thanks for asking.” He watched as they entered the elevator. The car doors closed and up they went.

He was a pretty man. His features were so exquisite from his shapely nose to his almond-shaped eyes and eyelashes that most women paid for. He was well-groomed. His jet-black wavy hair was cut low and tapered on the sides.

His soft green eyes looked at Nigel and Miriam as he sat at his desk, “If she’s as good as you say she is, I have a few songs I’d like to have her demo.”

Nigel’s face lit up, “The woman has some serious pipes. This could be big for us. We need a star.”

“She’s an American, right?”

Nigel nodded, “I’m sure Gio can convince her to stay. We ... can convince her to stay.”

Miriam smiled, “I think she’ll love it here. I’d love to have her help me keep you guys in line.”

Nigel touched her nose, “You just want her here so you can play more often.”

She chuckled, “You know me too well.”

A smile emerged on Erick’s pretty face, “Well, look who has just stepped into the building.” He stood to his feet, “has it been forever?” he asked jokingly to his old pal Giovanni.

Gio smiled, “I was just here two months ago.”

“Is this our new superstar?” he asked as he kissed her cheeks.

Nyla smiled brightly, “Well—” she suddenly remembered what Nigel told her, “Yes. I could very well be.”

Gio rubbed her back, “Nyla, this is Erick.”

He nodded, “Erick to most, The Amazing Ericka Queen of Slay to my screaming fans, and Ericka to my greatest love. But for you, my dear, I’ll be whomever you like.”

“That’s sweet.”

“Erick is one of the best songwriters and he’s one of the highest-paid drag queens in town.”

“Impressive,” said Nyla.

“Some think so,” he joked.

Gio continued with the introductions, “You’ve met Nigel already and this beauty here,” he said as he kissed her cheek, “is my wife Miriam.”

Miriam kissed her cheeks, “Pleased to meet you dear. I trust Gio has been showing you a good time.”

“Yes,” she replied awkwardly.

Miriam could sense Nyla’s discomfort, Miriam reached for her hand, “No need to feel embarrassed or awkward. I’m sure Gio told you that we are married on paper only. This man right here,” she said as she touched Nigel’s face, “Is my first real love.”

“Yes. Real love.” He said as his eyebrow lifted. “Well, shall we Nyla dear?”

“Sure.”

Erick handed her a piece of paper with the lyrics to a song he had written, “This song is called Bitch Vibes.”

She smiled as she looked at the words on the paper, “Too many nights I lay waiting for you. Tired of this shit, boy, I want something new. Keep testing my patience and playing these games ... you gone run up in this bitch and find me calling out another man’s name. ha, the look on your face as I’m taking his steel, tell me now, how does it make you feel? Mad, vexed, upset? Well, I don’t give a shit ... two can play this game, ain’t life a bitch...”