Page 49 of Intentional Foul
“Jhae, he gon’ come for you,” he warned, and I dismissed him then pulled on the handle to exit.
I walked into my condo and kicked off my shoes by the door. Relief fell over me as I scratched my head with my nails. Although hungry, I bypassed the kitchen, dropped off my luggage and headed into the bathroom. I needed the hot water from my shower to hug me. My preference would be for Malcolm to hold me, but it’s never going to happen.
I hit my towel warmer, tossing my towel and robe inside. Flipping on the shower, I tossed my travel clothes and allowed the water to soothe me. I moaned as the water touched my forehead and ran down my body. The thought of Thai food sounded good as I decided on my delivery for the night.
For twenty minutes, hot water coated my body. The warm towel and moisturizer relaxed me enough to calm my racing thoughts. I exited the bathroom with my robe open, putting my red lace bra and panties on display.
“Damn, my wife is beautiful,” Malcolm said.
Malcolm
Seeing my wife nearly naked for the first time, lust gripped my heart. She was the brush used to paint perfection. Red always paired the best against her brown chestnut skin. As our eyes met, I lifted the spare key she gave me, and her shoulders relaxed. From her expression, she recalled the many times she locked herself out. The day she placed her house key with the basketballkey chain in my hand, I couldn’t sleep. She trusted me with her security and gave me access.
I knew Jhae was going to pull this going home stunt. After Mom’s text, I figured she needed a few minutes to herself. Therefore, I sat downstairs in the condo waiting area for the food I ordered. Jhae closed her robe, one piece at a time.
“Your food is upstairs,” I said.
“I’m not going upstairs. I’m sleeping in my own bed.”
I licked my lips as I replayed the previous image of her brown skin and curves. My dick hardened at the thought of us making love.
“Your bed is upstairs, Jhae.”
She tilted her head up to the ceiling before finding my eyes again.
“Malcolm, we had this discussion already. I want my key back,” she said, extending her hand.
In a gentle manner, I pushed it away and smiled. “Jhae, your food is getting cold. Let’s go,” I said, but she challenged me.
Moving from the bed, I kneeled and tossed her petite ass over my shoulder.
“Malcolmmmmm...okay, okay,” she screamed, and I placed her feet back on the ground.
“Get dressed or I will carry you out in your robe,” I said.
Watching a short person with a hot temper put on clothes and repack amused me. We entered the elevator, and she stood as far away as possible. Walking into the condo, she flipped off Marquise as his loud cackling echoed through the lower level.
“Man, what did I do? I got the finger twice today,” he said as we both observed her sit at the table.
I sat her bags beside the door and shook my head at my brother. He was enjoying this too much, but his day was on the horizon. One of these girls would put her foot down and have some standards.
“Marquise, you know you could help me,” Jhae said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he responded as he continued to laugh.
I joined her at the table, loading my plate with noodles, vegetables, and rice. For several minutes, we sat in silence slurping down food. Jhae’s phone vibrated, and she texted a few times before she closed her eyes, rocking from side to side. Marquise and I watched as she zoned out to the sound.
“The very thing that binds our love will unwind us,” she sang in a low mumble. “Your heart it’s bold, fearless and golden,” she continued.
Being able to witness how a song came to her was artistry. The tip of her fingers tapped as she went along with the beat. Jhae’s eyes caught ours as we stared in her direction.
“Sorry. Moe sent me some tracks to see what... Never mind,” she said.
“Put me on the album,” Marquise requested and Jhae mouthedno.
He twisted his lips upward. “You be hating,” he said to Jhae.
“What are you going to do on the album, Marquise?” she asked, and he shrugged.
