"Woman fi have confidence

And yuh fi learn fi depend pon yuh self"

~Yamabella (Shaneil Muir)

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In his own stupid way, he thought he loved Bernice. But if he honestly loved her, why wouldn’t he do better? Why wouldn’t he be more? Why didn’t he show initiative? After all, Bernice did everything for him. The woman catered to his every need; emotionally, mentally, physically, financially and even sexually.

She was perfect like that, she always knew what to say and do. She always knew how to get him off in a matter of mere minutes. What happened in the shower was a great example. He didn’t even get off like that when he masturbated. Her demanding side mixed with her given soft nature would always have him at her whim and call.

So if she was so perfect, why did this man keep hurting her? Why was his ex in his hotel room sipping on the most expensive champagne as if she could afford it? Why was her arms wrapped around his bare chest with her lips grazing his ear as she spoke sweetly in it?

“You’re going to be the death of me and my marriage, Viola.” He sighed as he took her perfectly manicured fingers to his lips and kissed it.

Her snarky laugh bubbled at his ear as she pressed her bare chest closer to his defined, muscular back, “you were mine first. I never said it out loud but I allowed you to have fun with that gold digging bitch and her riches. You’re mine. Always will be that.”

“I love her.” He grumbled rising up from the bed and turned to look at the redhead. She looked dishevelled, but content as she dressed her body against the stack of pillows and placed her short fingers against her belly, “you loved me first. I’m your first love, Vanni. You’ll never shake me. We grew up together.”

“She’s going to set more than my stuff on fire if she finds out I cheated again… finds out that you’re pregnant with my kid. I didn’t want the first one, but I’ll never say that to her. She’ll drop me in a heartbeat.”

Viola laughed rubbing her barely visible two month old belly, “all the better for me and my baby. When you finally get divorced you’re most likely to get half of everything and from what I can see this hotel is yours.”

“You wish.” He laughed dry of humour, “understand Bernice might be in love with me, but she is a people pleaser and her parents hated me. If I walk from this marriage I get nothing. Which is why this is my last time seeing you. I’ll try sending you some money from time to time, but that’s it. The money from when we were planning to scam her is still untouched. You can take it and use it sparingly.”

“Excuse you?” she asked scrambling herself to her knees, “last time seeing you? We didn’t see each other for eight fucking years because of that bitch and that smart mouth demon spawn! You’re not getting rid of me again. We’ve been on and off for the passed five months. We’re happy and it’s been fun sneaking around, but we are not separating again. You were meant to be my husband, Giovanni. I’m suppose to be Mrs Russi and giving you children. I—I’m pregnant with our baby right now and that means nothing to you!?”

Sighing, Gio laced his fingers into his short black hair, “I love Bernice. I told you eight years ago and I told you five months ago. I fucking called you by my wife’s name countless times too just to prove it.” He scoffed at this, “you don’t even feel half as good as her, so I don’t understand why. Just don’t fuck this up for me, Viola. This could help you and the baby too. Just know your space and stay away from mia amore.”

“She doesn’t deserve you! She doesn’t even deserve the money she wields! Her mother married into the Gavinsky name. She married a dying old white man and tricked the man into giving his actual children little to nothing in his will! That man gave all his most successful projects into that black bitches hands! I wouldn’t be surprised if she was sleeping with the man too or some shit.”

Weirdly, Giovanni laughed at that, he knew exactly how that story went. How Godfrey Gavinsky’s children completely ignored him when he fell ill, even his wife and Bernice was the only one who took it on herself to cater to him. She was a registered nurse before she went into the modelling gig completely and she applied such skills to help her stepfather. The woman put her career on pause for it because her mother was so cold to the man and he was nothing but sweet to them. Well, at least that was how he was to Bernice and her. His family held grudges because all he ever did was work, work, work never giving himself the time to be with them.

None of this meant he left them empty handed though. It just meant his most successful works were turned over to Bernice and she was subjected with lawyers and advisors to help her flourish even further.

Viola was utterly disrespectful with her vile assumptions and Gio didn’t like that. His hand roughly grabbed into his concubine’s hair and yanked her face to his, “your mouth spent thirty minutes pleasing the same cock that’s been living inside that woman for the past couple years. She makes me cum with ease. What’s your excuse?”

“I’m fucking the man I love.” She whispered grabbing his forming hard-on, “what’s your excuse for fucking your ex if your wife is so fucking perfect, Giovanni?”

He didn’t answer that. What he did do though was pull his boxers down and stuffed his length into the woman’s mouth. Giovanni didn’t need a reason to cheat, no man did. It was simple an option on the table that they would take for the rush of it.

But how long would it take for him to get caught? How long until the thrill of his choices permanently eradicate the best parts of his life?

***

The more Ken thought on it, the more he understood taking this live in job would be a pain in the crotch, literally. He needed a break from wearing a gaff more than just at night. He couldn’t wear the damn thing every day of his life, especially if he got so hard, so easily when it came to Miss White.

Just the night before he had to go to bed earlier than usual to get out the gaff and jack off. All he did was give her aching feet a massage and the sight and sound of her moaning and relaxing before him riled him all the way up. Her pierced nipple stood so strong at attention too, he didn’t dare point out that they were leaking through her blouse again.

Bernice fell asleep while getting her feet rubbed and Ken’s sex deprived self couldn’t stop thinking about touching her whilst she laid like that. He felt like a creep picturing himself licking and sucking away the sweet flavour from her nipples and through her blouse, even more so with wrapping the woman’s fingers against his crotch.

Definitely a creep. He thought about himself even as he woke the next morning with another hard on. He recalled how he woke her up and guided her up to her bedroom that night. He almost went crazy when she instantly started stripping in front of him. He left before he could see anything pass her pregnant belly and navel piercing though. Just by that he could tell how much of a badass Bernice truly was.

Ken wanted to see that part of her. Something about a bad bitch always turned him on. This one had a soft spot that worked at him too, but he was too scared to try anything again.

Wouldn’t stop him from jerking himself off again though.

As he laid in bed, he tossed the sheets off and grabbed the lotion from his dresser as well as tissue from the adjoined bathroom. Why he didn’t proceed with pleasuring himself in the bathroom that morning? He didn’t know. But laying in bed with the thought of Miss White in it with him, possibly riding him or sucking him off was very appealing and had his orgasm edging on closer and faster with each stroke he made.

“Miss White.” He groaned out, “God, I would give anything to make you feel good.”

***

“Where is Kenyatta?” Leanna asked the moment her cousin opened the door.

Bernice frowned at that, “why would you need Kenya?”

“Landon tell mi yuh did ago push yuh tongue dung the man throat. My plan was to let you get pussy, but breda. Kenya is a Ken! Not a fucking Kenya.” Lea exclaimed as she stepped into the house.

Sighing, Bernice closed the door, “I don’t know what you a talk bout, but Kenya suppose to a sleep. Please and thank you fi lower yuh tone and stop try mek earthquake with yuh voice.”

“Follow me.” Leanna commanded grabbing her arm and hauling her cousin behind her.

There was nothing much to do but to follow the crazy sounding woman up into the house. Bernice mentally thanked God she didn’t have to remind her cousin of her pregnancy when it got to the steps though. They moved swift but careful going up. Bernice froze when Leanna got to Kenya’s room door, “yuh deaf she a sleep. Stop nuh.”

“He. Is a man a impersonate waa woman.” Leanna explained un a harsh whisper, “I called Bae last night and he referred to Kenyatta as a he. He didn’t explain why. So I had Landon send me her… his birth papers. Bitch is a man. The sex pon the paper is he.”

“I saw.” Bernice yawned, “it was probably a typo. Kenyatta is a girl. She have breasts. Or are you blind?”

“Fake breasts.” Leanna assumed and grabbed the door knob.

By the time Bernice could stop her she twisted it and swung the door open. Leanna roughly yanked her into the room and both women gained sight of Ken in bed with his hard-on high and palmed.

“I thought I locked that.” He groaned out and released his member. Being caught red-handed didn’t even surprise him, he only covered himself with a pillow and flipped his hair away from his eyes.

“Bomboclaat.”

“… okay, I thought the breasts were fake.” Leanna gaped seeing the genuine breast shape under the thin marina, “b—but… you have a penis.”

“Last time I checked.” Ken smiled sarcastically and climbed out the bed. The slamming of the bathroom door followed, leaving both cousins alone in the room.

“Leggo mi hand man.” Bernice demanded stepping out.

Confused, Leanna followed behind closely, “aiite, mi neva know is a hermo. I really thought it was a he being a perv by pretending to be a woman.”

“Did you really just refer to her as an it, Lea?” Bernice asked the distaste clear on her tongue, “you never had the right fi do that and you calling her an it is very ugly.”

Leanna laughed, “you use to call hermo it too.”

“When I was nine and didn’t know better. Please and thank you fi leave me house, Lea. Mi nuh in a the mood.”

“Bernie? Yuh really a kick mi out ova waa hermo? Mi literally did a try look out fi yuh!”

Reaching at the staircase, Bernice glanced back at her cousin, “When yuh stop behave like some immature bitch you can come back. Mi nuh in a the mood. Have a good day, mi have a sick baby fi tek care of and a house guest to feed.”

***

Ken’s boner soon died out. Leanna’s intrusion pissed him off, but he didn’t react. His only thoughts were to leave and that was exactly what he was going to do. He pulled on his clothes and didn’t even bother with slipping on his gaff. It didn’t make sense at that point.

“At least Miss White didn’t look completely disgusted.” He sighed out then left the bedroom.

Ken was ready to leave, but he couldn’t do that without telling Aiden first. Hopefully the kid would be awake. He was both happy and let down to find Aiden awake, so having a partial smile as he went by the bedside confused Aide and had him instantly question the confusing expression, “is something wrong?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure, but I think I better leave before it goes down hill.” He admitted, “I’m sorry.”

“Why would you leave? Did mummy tell you to?” Aiden frowned, “she wouldn’t, she knows I love you. Papa can’t make you leave either. If mummy doesn’t permit it you can’t leave. Ignore him.”

Ken chuckled at that and shook his head, “I have a secret that your mother just found out. It might make her uncomfortable. I don’t want her feeling like that in her own house. You get me?”

“What secret? I wanna know.” Aiden asserted, “if it doesn’t make me uncomfortable you can stay. Mummy is understanding.”

His head shook, “it’s fine. I’m gonna leave. Maybe I’ll be back, okay?”

“Call or text me?”

“Yea. Sure thing.” Ken smiled then lightly pinched Aiden’s button nose, “I’ll see ya. Yea?”

“Okay. I promise not to do drugs this time. Medicine tastes like shit. Don’t tell mi mamma I said that though.”

“Of course. Later, Aiden.”

“Bye, Kenya! You look pretty today by the way!”

***

Miss White was more annoyed by the audacity of her cousin. If she genuinely felt Kenya was a perverted man, she understood that. But Kenya wasn’t a sick bastard, Kenya was an intersexed… male? She wasn’t sure. But it didn’t really matter, did it? She still liked Ken as a person. He was sweet, considerate and the easiest it had ever been to talk to anyone in a long while for her since work drowned out most of her friendships.

Ken took help, but never flat out asked for it, so she didn’t peg him for a gold digger at all. He kept to himself, but he’d step up to what he saw fit. He saw it fit to step up to her and make her feel good. He cared for Aiden.

He was a good person and the mere thought of him made her smile. Too bad his thanks was Leanna busting the door open on him while he tried relieving himself and her calling him an it. Maybe he didn’t hear that part and now that Miss White thought about it, maybe fear of rejection was why Ken didn’t bring up the kiss or tried to kiss her again. He flirted, but he obviously seemed to be that way by nature

Miss White frowned at that. She didn’t really care about what genitals he had on his feminine body at all. His sweet personality and bold words was what drew her in to the kiss in the first place. She never dabbled with women before, but she always wondered.

But now here she was thinking about someone she had thought to be a twenty-four-year-old woman was actually an intersexed person who identified as male.

“Why is gender such a big deal again?” she asked herself as she rose from the kitchen stool.

She wanted to talk to him, let him know she didn’t care what he carried below. Let him know she only never reinitiated the kiss because she felt guilty allowing the kiss to happen whilst she was married and possibly leading on someone young and possibly emotionally sensitive? She didn’t know herself exactly.

She loved Giovanni, but he hadn’t been the best husband and she was already planning to cheat on him to try and even out what he had done. But even so, the simple kiss from Ken had her heart skipping beats and inwardly begging for more.

“Ken?” she called out hoping he was down stairs by then.

Not hearing an answer, she led herself to the living room then up the stairs for the second time that morning.

“Kenyatta? Are you okay?” she asked knocking on the door.

“She left.” Aiden said from the crack of his door.

Bernice spun around and furrowed her eyebrows at him, “why are you out bed? And weh yuh mean. She left?”

“She said you found her secret and are uncomfortable with it. So she’s leaving so you don’t feel that way. I only came out to tell you.”

Her heart sank at that, “of course.”

***

Giovanni didn’t know what to expect when he went down to the lobby of his hotel. But to be a cocky, ass-wipe who remained bold with his infidelity against his wife weren’t his best qualities as well as his downright selfishness.

He entered the floor with his concubine by his side sauntering in their exit, but something cause him to pause mid step.

“Excuse me. I’m here for the waiter position.” The young man said looking overly dressed for the job.

Curious, Gio went over to the young man and plopped his elbow unto the front desk, “you look a bit expensive to want a waiter’s job. I have a jacket just like that. Is that Armani?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. The old guy Gavinsky’s stepdaughter sent a few bags to the homeless shelter… wait, maybe I shouldn’t have—”

Giovanni’s face went red as he growls, already putting two and two together, “take off my fucking suit.” His nose sniffed, “is that my expensive cologne!?”

“No… it’s mine.” The boy told him in a duh tone, “Miss White sent them for us. If it ends up at the shelter it ain’t yours. This is an early birthday present.”

“Take it off.”

“Catch me first old man!” the young homeless man cackled, then ran off full speed for the exit.

Giovanni didn’t even bother to shift, his face only got redder as he yanked out his phone and dialled his wife, but of course he got no answer.

Anger ripping through him his teeth gritted as he growled his wife’s name.

“Bernice!”