Chapter 4

The night was crazy. Nyla had done things she had never done yet she felt comfortable with her new friends. They were so wasted, they had to get one of the bartenders to drive them home safely.

Most of the morning had faded as Nyla lay in bed with Gio on her left and Erick on her right. Gio moved in closer. He toyed with her center until she was nice and moist. She felt the tip slip inside and let out a soft moan which grew louder which each stroke causing Erick to wake up. He wasn’t about to let them enjoy morning sex without him.

He touched her face and began kissing her mouth as Gio worked her middle from behind. Gio lifted her leg. Erick tossed back the covers so he could see all of her thick juicy body being pleasured by his long-time friend and lover.

His fingertip danced on her pearl as he suckled and played with her huge breasts. Their lustful sounds filled the room and grew louder with each passing moment.

As Erick’s fingers rubbed her clit vigorously, she squealed, and liquid shot from her. Her eyes watered. He caressed her face, “I know, I know, feels so good, right?”

She nodded. Just then, Gio pulled out and lay on his back. She mounted him. Erick kneeled close by. Her lips covered his shaft. They stayed that way until Erick pulled back and went behind her. Gio pulled her into his chest and spread her cheeks open wide, this was their shit! They longed to have a woman they could share.

Erick’s tongue danced and made circles at her back door. Licking until it was sloppy wet. His thumb penetrated and she anticipated his next move. She looked back briefly to witness him pushing his way inside. She braced for it. There it was, she grunted. Both holes were stuffed again.

Gio kissed her mouth sweetly and said, “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

She was. She never felt safer. Never felt more desired and pleasured. “I love it, Gio,” she admitted.

He smiled, “I love you, mi bella.”

She felt his cock throbbing inside of her as cum filled her pussy, “What if I get pregnant?”

He touched her face, “That’s what I want.”

“What about my husband?”

“Fuck him. He should have taken care of you when he had the chance. You are mine now.”

“Ours,” added Erick as he continued to stroke her rear end.

In theory, it was beautiful but she knew Jake was not going to let her go so easily. She knew he had a temper. She tried to leave before and he threatened to hurt her and himself.

Erick pulled from her ass and shot cum into his hand as he grunted and panted.

The afternoon was pleasant as Miriam and Nyla sat out on the patio which was located in the center of the U-shaped home. The large windows were bare so that one could see directly into the two bedrooms that were on the left and right sides of the U.

Miriam sipped from her teacup, “Sounds like you’re having a marvelous time.”

Nyla blushed. She had recounted to Miriam the amazing morning she had with her two new lovers, “I just can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s so crazy. If my mother were alive.”

Miriam chuckled, “My mother is still alive and she could care less. As long as Gio and I are married and the family’s money stays intact, she wouldn’t care if I was the biggest whore in London.”

Miriam and her mother didn’t get along. She hated that Miriam allowed herself to get pregnant for Nigel. She desperately wanted a grandchild with the Manzini bloodline but Miriam ruined it and made matters worse when she sterilized herself cutting off any chances to have another child.

Miriam saw the sad look on Nyla’s face, “Oh don’t pity me, love. I licked my wounds a long time ago. I’m content with my relationship with my mother. As you Americans say, ‘It is what it is.’”

Nyla nodded, “I’d love to meet your daughter.”

Miriam, “Then you shall. This Friday, we’ll drive to the countryside and see her. She’s dancing in a recital on Saturday.”

Nyla smiled, “I bet she’s gorgeous.”

“She’s quite lovely. She has my eyes and my hair color and is the spitting image of her father.”

Nigel walked out just as Miriam finished describing their daughter, “Are you describing our little girl to Nyla?”

“I was.”

Nigel pulled out his cell phone and pulled up some pictures of Amy and handed the phone to Nyla, scroll until you see one of my cock and balls.”

Nyla’s eyes squinted. He laughed, “It’s not like you didn’t see it last night.”

She shook her head as she looked at the pictures. They brought back feelings some good, some hurtful. The child she lost was a little girl. She had her name tattooed on her wrist, “Nakia.”

Gio walked outside and rubbed her shoulders. He saw the pictures of Amy his goddaughter, “How is Amy doing?”

“We’re going to see her Friday, all of us,” replied Miriam.

“All of us?” Gio asked.

Nigel’s face beamed, “That’s a great idea. My mother loves hosting. It’s a beautiful home out by the river.”

Nyla handed him the phone, “That sounds great.”

The door opened and Erick stepped out, “Nyla love, we must head to the studio to work on a new song I just wrote.”

“Another one Erick wow,” commented Nigel.

“What can I say, she inspires me.”

Nyla smiled as she rose to her feet. Gio stood, “I’ll drive you.”

“No need Gio. I’ll take care of our girl. You can pick her up later from my place. I’ll keep her safe and sound.”

Gio kissed Nyla’s mouth. “Get a room or don’t,” joked Nigel.

“That man’s in love. He’s never kissed me like that,” said Miriam.

Gio chuckled as he watched Nyla leave with Erick. Gio sat at the table with his wife and friend, “So what shall the three of us do, then?” he asked.

Nigel grinned, “We can go for a nice little walk in the park. We haven’t done that in a while.”

Gio nodded, “A walk sounds nice, let’s do it.”

The windows were down. The air was crisp. “How are you liking London so far?” asked Erick as he drove.

“I’m having a great time.” She blushed.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed by anything we’ve done.”

Nyla’s eyes rested on him, “I’m just trying to understand it.”

“I’m sure Gio explained to you that he and I have been more than just friends since college.”

Gio did explain to her that morning the nature of his relationship with Erick. She was still trying to process it. “I guess I’m just sort of confused like—”

“Nyla, my love ... people get too caught up in trying to put labels on things. The true question is ... did you like what we did and what we are?”

She nodded. He smiled, “Then that’s all that matters.”

“I am still married.”

“Do you want to be?”

She shook her head. She had wanted out after she lost the baby but her mother-in-law convinced her to stay. “Then why not just divorce him and be done? You can stay here in London with us. We can make music and a family.”

She touched her belly. It was too early to be certain but the number of times Gio released his DNA inside her yoni, she was certain that one of those instances produced a life that would grow inside of her for the next several months.

“It’s not that simple,” she said as her heart nearly beat out of her chest, “Jake he’s. I don’t know. He’s just not going to let me go ... even if he doesn’t love me.”

Erick pulled into a parking spot; he huffed, “So he’s one of those selfish fuckers. He doesn’t want to see you happy.” He touched her chin, “Don’t worry if you want to stay with us ... we’ll find a way to make it happen.”

“But Gio lives in Tampa.”

Erick shook his head, “No ... Gio visits his sister in Tampa. She’s the one that takes care of the business for him ... even though his father thinks it’s Gio. He’s so not a businessman like that. He hates that stuff. Gio is an artist like you and me. That’s why we’re drawn together.”

Nyla smiled. She hoped that things would work out. But at the moment, she had another song she had to work on. As they were about to leave the car, a DJ said her name on the radio, “Bitch Vibes by Lady Nyla.”

They freaked out. Erick turned the sound up. They sang the lyrics. “This is crazy,” she said.

He leaned in and kissed her mouth, “This is just the beginning my love.”

They had been working on the song for hours until it was perfected. The producer provided a track with an Afrobeat vibe. As they sat listening to the song, Erick saw the joy on Nyla’s face, “Feels good to be doing something you love, right?”

She nodded, “My heart is full,” she almost cried, “if Gio would have never walked into that coffee shop,” she hesitated, “I was in a dark place.”

He reached for her hand, “I’ve been there before. Gio was the one that found me when I was in a dark place.”

The phone rang. Erick hit the speaker, “Yes Charity?”

“You know who is here again,” she said.

His eyes nearly rolled out of his head, “She doesn’t have an appointment.”

“I know but—”

Then there was a commotion as two women barged into the studio where Erick sat with Nyla. Charity apologized profusely, “Erick, I’m so sorry, she wouldn’t—”

“Fuck off, Charity,” the woman said as she jerked away.

Erick stood to his feet, “It’s fine, Charity.”

Charity stepped away.

“Sky. Why are you here?”

“I want to work on some new stuff.”

He sighed deeply, “For the love of God—”

“And who is she?” she asked as she looked at Nyla sitting poised. She heard the song playing, “Is that her?” she asked, “You’re already working with another artist what about me?”

“Sky,” he said with frustration. He had worked with her in the past but she couldn’t stay clean long enough to finish a record and she would miss shows and cost them money. “I can’t do this with you now or ever. Please go.”

“I got myself cleaned up. Look at me.”

He shook his head, “I told you after the last time you burned us that I was through.”

She scoffed, “I want to speak to Nigel.”

“Nigel isn’t here.”

She grunted and stormed out. “Sorry about that,” he apologized to Nyla.

She shrugged, “It’s fine.”

He reached for her hand, “Let’s go grab a bite to eat and head over to my flat. I told Gio to meet us over there.”

She smiled, “Way too much of me, not enough of you, tired of these foolish games, I got me a new boo. He makes me smile, makes me feel good. Holds me tight, loves me nice just as a good man should...” she sang softly.

He touched her face, “I just love your voice.”

They walked out singing the new tune they had created in the studio.

Tampa, Florida, USA

Jake paced the floor of Antonio’s garage. Antonio stared at him in disbelief as he listened, “So, you trying to tell me that Nyla was kidnapped?”

He huffed, “She went with him because of the shit that happened. The dude had me on camera. I don’t know why he singled me out when you did it too.”

Antonio, “Probably because you were the ring leader. I was just playing watch out.”

“Yeah, a watch out that didn’t check to see if they had cameras in the back by the loading dock.”

Antonio shrugged, “I looked, I guess they must have been hidden.” Antonio moved his big head from side to side, “So, what are you going to do?”

“I need your help man. Im’a run up on that fool.”

Antonio protested, “Man, you ain’t talked to me in nearly a month since all that shit popped off, now you’re here trying to get me to do what? My record is clean. I ain’t like you.”

“So, it’s like that?” Jake puffed up.

“It’s like that. And if Nyla left freely maybe it was because she wanted to.”

Jake scowled, “What are you trying to say?”

Antonio scoffed, “Man ... you haven’t been exactly good to Nyla. All the cheating. Lying, stealing, getting in trouble, and wasting money. You got your woman bumming rides to work while you ride around in the car she bought with her good credit.”

“Man fuck you,” he snapped as he stormed out of the opened garage.

Antonio took a deep breath and blew it out. He didn’t have to see Jake as often as he did. A woman had shown up two days prior and told the manager to have Jake removed from his position at the warehouse.

London, England

Erick lived in a nice studio flat. There were self-portraits of him placed throughout the open space. The most intriguing one was a painting of him on a large canvas. Half of his body was Erick the man and the other half was of Ericka the Drag Queen.

Nyla looked at the name, “Gio did these?”

Erick smiled, “He did. My guess is he’ll probably start doodling pictures of you.”

“He sketched me.”

Erick smiled, “I figured he might have started.” Erick grabbed the bottle of wine and two glasses, “Let’s sit by the window and people-watch.”

They sat on a comfy loveseat that faced the window and looked down at the street. “Can they see us?” she asked as she took a sip from her glass.

“I’ve stood across the street and looked up into my flat. I suppose you can see something if we were pressed against the window,” he laughed. He looked over at her, “Are you homesick yet?”

She chuckled, “No. Not yet. I love to travel. This is exciting for me. I’ve only been on one trip to the Bahamas. I said when I got older that I would travel to two places every year.” She shook her head. The reality was since she turned eighteen, she had finally gone to two places in nine years.