My Brother's Wife Page 2

  “Always, always, c’mon you know that. So what’s up with you? How’s everybody?” Malachi asked.

  “Man, Ava’s lil’ bad ass driving me crazy. My dad is back in the hospital, Auntie Trice moved in to help out and you know she can cook her ass off so that means Des’s crazy ass been coming over just to eat, since his team is on off season; that nigga still crazy as hell. Mama Ro been cooking for us too, so that leaves her and Auntie Trice arguing over who cooks better.”

  Malachi and Andre laughed.

  “Tell Auntie don’t play, she knows my moms is the best in the kitchen.” Malachi said as Andre laughed once again.

  “Well, you can tell her yourself. She’s coming with Mama Ro to see you tomorrow, and she said your ass better have her name on the visiting list.”

  Malachi laughed. “Tell her I do, and I can’t wait. And you calling Ava’s ass bad, sounds like she taking after her big bro, cause your ass was bad as hell.”

  ”Man, fuck that, no I wasn’t. That girl spoiled and grown as hell and don’t want to listen to no damn body except for Arianna,” Andre said.

  Malachi’s expression changed as Andre mentioned Arianna’s name. Truth is, his heart ached for her and he missed her like crazy. After that last visit and she accidently told him she knew all along what was happening with Candace, he lost it and said some things he wished he could take back, but at the time he was hurt beyond words. He was traumatized and angry at her. He took her off his visiting list and never opened any of the letters she sent to him. He even prevented anyone who came to visit him to mention her name. He tried everything to block her from his life as well as his heart. That was the only way he coped with thoughts of his sister and being in incarcerated.

  After seeing the expression on Malachi’s face, Andre realized he slipped. “Damn, sorry man”.

  “Nah, it’s okay.” Malachi expressed while clenching his jaw. “How is she?”

  “You sure you want to know?”

  “Yea, damn nigga, I asked.”

  “Aight. Well, she’s been real good these past two years but when you first blacked out on her she went into depression. She didn’t want to leave the house. The therapist she was seeing ended up coming to her house for sessions and she didn’t go to school for two months. They had to get her a tutor. Mama Ro felt sorry for her so she started going over there and spending time with her. Mama Ro and Mrs. St. Jean even became friends. Mama Ro didn’t tell you because she saw how fucked up you were over everything that happened and she was honoring your wishes about not mentioning Arianna’s name. So after a year of therapy, she started getting better. She started spending more time with Mama Ro, my dad and Auntie Trice. She’s become like part of the family. Ava loves her. She refers to her as her big sister. Like I said, she’s the only one Ava really listens to for some strange reason. Hell, all Arianna has to do is give her a look and her lil’ bad ass acts right.” Andre was smiling as he talked.

  Malachi studied him closely and looked at him.” So, what about you?”

  Andre looked at him confused. “What do you mean what about me?”

  “Have you grown to like her? Because when we were growing up you couldn’t stand her.” Malachi asked as he chuckled.

  “She aight now. I mean, I still think she’s stuck up. She got this princess like attitude. That shit bugs the hell out of me. You know I like my bitches ghetto and hood.” Andre laughed and Malachi laughed with him.

  “Nigga, you still crazy.” Malachi’s expression turned serious. “So, you know I finally took the plea deal.”

  Andre’s expression turned serious as well. “Yea, I spoke with your lawyer this morning. So, twenty years, huh?”

  “Yea, now it’s seventeen. The three years in here will count as time served. I’ll be in Bordentown until I’m twenty one, but after that I don’t know where the hell they’ll send me.” Malachi sighed.

  “Well, you know I’m with you every step of the way,” Andre said.

  Malachi looked at him for a long time until he finally spoke. “Brothers?” He asked.

  Andre looked him in the eyes as he formed his hands into a fist and held it up to the window. “For life.”

  Malachi formed a fist and pressed it against the window as well.

  “Don’t worry about anything. I will put money on your books and look after Mama Ro. Just get your mind right.” Andre said to him and Malachi nodded.

  “I need you to do one more thing for me,” Malachi requested.

  “Say the word and it’s done.”

  “I need you to look after Arianna for me,” Malachi requested with sadness in his voice.

  “Oh yeah, for sure. Shit, she already around anyway. Don’t worry, she’ll be okay. Are you ready to let her start visiting you again?” Andre asked.

  Malachi shook his head. “ No, I don’t ever wanna see her again, but I don’t wanna see her hurt like she’s been hurt. I want her to be happy, I want her to end up with someone that will love and protect her,” Malachi admitted.

  Andre looked a little confused but nodded his head anyway. “Aight, well, if you want me to make sure she ends up with a nigga that will treat her right I’ll do my best. But shit, the girl is eighteen, she grown. I can’t tell her who to see or not see.” Andre laughed.

  Malachi sighed in frustration. “Dre, look at me.”

  Andre looked at him closely.

  “I want you to get close with her, be with her, make her your girl. Shit, I want you to take her to the prom. Nigga, do what you have to do to make her fall in love with you.”

  Andre looked at Malachi in disbelief. “You serious?”

  Malachi nodded.

  “Mal, that’s your girl. I can’t do that shit,” Andre admitted.

  “And this is one of the reasons why I’m asking you to do it. I know you would never do this unless I asked you. I know our loyalty is stronger than any chick we ever dealt with. This is different though. So I’ma ask you again to please do this for me. I will do my time easier knowing you will look after my mom and be the one to be with the

  only girl I’ve ever loved. I know this shit sounds corny but my life is over, Dre. I’ve lost a lot, but this will make my days go better. Please?”

  Andre was at a loss for words. He’d known Malachi since they were seven years old and they’d been through everything together, but this was the most vulnerable he had ever seen him. Although what he was asking him to do sounded crazy as hell, he was going to do it, because that was his brother and if doing this would make his time easier then he would make it happen.

  Clearing his throat, Andre finally spoke. “Aight I’ll do it. Just so we clear, you want me to get close to her, make her my girl, make her fall in love with me, making sure no other nigga is ever with her?”

  Malachi nodded.

  Andre held his fist to the window once more and Malachi followed.

  “Word, it’s done”.

  Chapter One

  17 Years Later, 2010

  “Yes Mr. Strong, I will have my secretary forward the paperwork to you shortly, and thank you for doing business with Aeikan Marketing,” hanging up the phone, Arianna broke out in a fit of laughter. “Oh my goodness, what hell is wrong with you!” She shouted with lust and excitement in her voice as she gazed down at the crazy ass negro between her legs.

  “What the hell is wrong with you? Shit, a nigga said he was hungry and since you chose to ignore, I chose to help my damn self.” Arianna shook her head in disbelief as she watched his head disappear in between her legs while he pushed her black pencil skirt further up her thick caramel thighs. Cocking her head back on her black leather office chair, Arianna bent her knees and opened her legs wider, giving him better access to her kitty kat.

  Andre placed each of his hands in the crook of her knees, elevating her legs while he created magic with his tongue. He gently placed one of her legs on his shoulder while he reached up and pinched one of her swollen nipples with his thumb and index finger. Andre’s head game was
exhilarating, Arianna thought to herself as he then licked her clitoris in a circular motion. Tossing her head from side to side in an exaggerated manner, Arianna’s body felt as if it was on fire while her juices erupted in his mouth.

  “Aaaaaaah” she groaned as she grabbed a hold of his head.

  Once she regained her composure, he placed her legs down and stood to his feet while unbuckling his belt. She stood up as well and began making her way to her office bathroom, but instead was pulled back by her waist.

  “Where do you think you going, your wifely duties not done yet, Ma, now assume the position,” he whispered in her ears as he smacked her on her ass.

  Her kitty immediately grew moist once again as she did what she was told. Seductively turning around, she hiked up her skirt and placed both of her hands on her oak wood office desk while he slid his nine inches inside of her from the back. He moved with long and slow strokes as he slowly moved her blouse upward while placing soft kisses down the middle of her back. Arianna then arched her back as the feeling became indescribable.

  She was on the verge of screaming as his strokes quickened when all of a sudden there was a knock on her door. “Babe, stop, someone’s at the door, it can be a client,” she whispered while she tried to wiggle from his grip, but he was on a mission. As he pumped harder, she lost all restraint. “Shit, Dre! Baby, I’m cuming!” Arianna said a little louder than she should have.

  “Go ahead baby, cum on your husband’s dick,” he whispered. As he continued to bang her back out, a familiar voice caused Arianna to freeze.

  “Arianna! Ki sa wap fe andieu! Ou vet port la!”

  “Oh damn, Dre, it’s my mom! She’s yelling for me to open the damn door,” she whispered as she tried to get him to stop but this fool just would not let up.

  “Arianna! Ou vet port la!” her mom continued banging and yelling in her native language creole.

  “Oui mami, bamwe au moment, map vini!” Arianna replied.

  “That’s right baby, talk that creole, don’t know what the fuck you saying but that shit is sexy,” he whispered in her ear while giving one final thrust and releasing within her.

  “Arianna! I’m leaving!” Her mom yelled in her thick accent.

  Once Andre slowly pulled himself out of her, their eyes met and she turned around and they busted out laughing.

  “Uugh! I can’t stand you sometimes!” Arianna pushed him slightly on the chest.

  Andre laughed. “What?”

  “My mom is going to kill me, that’s what,” she pulled her skirt down and picked her underwear off the floor. Andre slightly leaned her against the desk as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Leaning in, their lips met and they shared a passionate kiss, causing her to taste her own juices from his mouth.

  As they kissed she felt his manhood rising again, causing her to break the kiss and push him back.

  “Oh noo noo,” Arianna laughed. “Enough for you, I’m already in trouble”.

  “Shit, in trouble with who? Your mom?” Andre asked. “Your mom needs to relax, shit, she needs to be doing what we were just doing.” Andre laughed and Arianna laughed with him.

  “Shut the hell up, Dre!” She yelled as her office phone began to buzz, indicating it was her secretary calling. She reached over to press the speaker button as Andre stepped back and took off his white dress shirt and placed it on top of his suit jacket that was sitting on her desk.

  “Yes, Stacey,” she answered.

  “Hi Mrs. Aeikan, I wanted to see if you needed anything else done before I head out?”

  “Yes, actually I do, but you can do it first thing Monday morning. I just closed the deal with Mr. Strong and I need you to send over the contracts to him.” Arianna requested.

  “Okay. I will,” Stacey answered.

  “Also, Stacey, You’re welcomed to join us tonight at the jazz club. We should be there around nine.” Arianna continued as she watched Andre removed his undershirt and place it on her desk. Standing there in only his Calvin Klein briefs, Arianna lost her train of thought.

  “Oh, I’m sorry I can’t, but I will be at the party tomorrow.” Stacey replied.

  Arianna pressed the end button on the phone not even saying goodbye to Stacey as her eyes roamed over Andre’s body. Andre Romero Aeikan was truly a sight for sore eyes. Standing at 5,11 and weighing a good 200 lbs, his body was ripped from his obsession with working out. He had a butter scotch like complexion, dark brown eyes, and a semi beard which was neatly trimmed, giving him an even sexier look.

  His body was adorned with a few tattoos, but the four that stood out the most were the one of his mom’s name Justine; which is on his right arm. His son’s name A.J is on his left arm, Arianna’s name is on his neck and a picture of her is on his back. Andre exudes power, confidence and he possesses the attitude to match. As a teenager, he had the same qualities, but crazy knucklehead Andre was all grown up. Leaving the streets alone years ago, He and Arianna built an empire called Aeikan Sports and Marketing which specialized in merchandising endorsements for professional athletes. To say they are a power couple is saying the least.

  “You just going to stare at a nigga or are you going to join me in that expensive ass shower in your bathroom you had me pay for?”

  “Why don’t we just go to our penthouse, we have to change anyway.” Arianna smiled as she watched him head to the bathroom.

  “We will, right after round two,” he said with a wink.

  Chapter Two

  Blue’s Jazz Club, New York City

  “Hey Dre, are you and Ed joining our table tonight?” A pretty dark skin female

  asked, smiling. Andre leaned back on the leather lounge couch as he slowly gave her the once over. She was definitely pretty, with a smooth dark complexion, cute pixie hair cut and a cute shape to match.

  “Nah, not tonight. Ed won’t be here, and plus wifey is in the building.” Andre told her as he took a sip of his Coke and Hennessey.

  “Oh, okay,” she said with disappointment laced in her voice. As she went to return to her table, she turned back. “Maybe I’ll see you later, at my job?”

  “Eh, didn’t you hear him say that his wife is in the motherfuckin’ building?”

  The pretty girl sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at the person sitting next

  to Andre. “And who are you suppose to be?” She questioned, placing her hands on her hips.

  “Your worst fucking nightmare, now go ahead on,” he said with a scowl on his face.

  Rolling her eyes, the girl turned and left with out saying another word. Andre looked at his crazy cousin Desmond and laughed.

  “Was that really necessary?”

  “You fucking up, boy,” Desmond pointed at Andre as he drank his Corona.

  “How the hell am I fucking up?” Andre laughed again.

  He always found Desmond quite comical. Desmond Aeikan, who was Andre’s first cousin on his father’s side, was older than Andre by five years. At forty years old, Desmond could very well pass for his late twenty’s. His light brown complexion, sleepy, dark brown eyes, thick eye brow and semi curly fro gave him a youthful look.

  “How are you fucking up?” Desmond mocked Andre with wide eyes. “Let me ask you this? Harpo, who that woman?” Desmond quoted one of the famous lines from the The Color Purple.

  Andre leaned back on the couch holding his stomach as he laughed his ass off. Desmond was a damn fool he thought.

  Shaking his head to the sultry sound of the live jazz music, Desmond leaned back on the couch as he made himself comfortable.

  “Man, you need to relax,” Andre said as he looked around the club and spotted Arianna making her way towards them, along with his little sister Ava and Arianna’s cousin Angeline. “Shorty and I are just friends. She knows I’m a happily married man.”

  “Yeah, well someone needs to give shorty the memo, because she has other ideas in mind, and what the hell she mean, are you coming to her job later? Is she a fuckin’ stripper or something?” Desmond
asked.

  Andre gave him a slick grin as he stood up to greet Arianna.

  “Stupid nigga. I see old Dre trying to make a comeback,” Desmond shook his head in disapproval.

  “Never that, nigga. You don’t you see what I got?” Andre whispered to Desmond as he licked his lips at Arianna.

  “Hey, babe,” Arianna wrapped her arms around Andre’s neck as they shared a kiss. Once the kiss ended, Andre sat back down on the couch and pulled Arianna onto his lap. His hand rested on her bare back as he admired her attire.

  Wearing a one piece, black, dressy, tight fitting jumpsuit with a closed front, an open, low plunging back and wide bottom, Arianna Surrette St. Jean-Aeikan was definitely a bad one. At age thirty five years old, she gave some of these young girls a run for their money. Standing at 5, 4, 135 lbs., Arianna was a nice size with a curvy figure, long light brown hair, light brown eyes and a caramel complexion. The most attractive quality about Arianna was her humbleness. The lifestyle she and Andre lived along with the enormous success they achieved hadn’t gone to her head.

  Andre caressed her back as he smiled at her, still admiring her sexy outfit. He loved his wife’s style. It was evident Andre and Arianna were pretty well off and she wore it well. Aeikan Sports and Marketing ranked in mostly million dollar contracts and as quiet as it’s kept, Arianna was the brains behind the business side of the company. Graduating college with a double major in business, her intelligence and business savvy helped get the company off the ground. Truth be told, the funds that started the company were generated from a few laundromats Andre opened when he was twenty years old. He also inherited money from his step-dad’s liquor stores, in which he used half towards starting the company and the other half he set up a trust fund for Ava. The laundromat’s served as a font to clean up the drug money coming in. Once the money reached a susbstantial amount, Arianna helped him start the company, allowing him to keep his promise to her which consisted of him leaving the drug game for good. The idea of the company was produced from Andre’s love for sports as a teenager, and with Desmond playing in the NBA. Once the idea and the capital was set, Arianna’s