Wifey: Part 2
“What happened to the murder charge? What they saying?”
Jasmine sighed with annoyance. “They didn’t charge me with nothing. NYPD held me for eighteen hours, and then they transferred me down to the feds, and I been down here for eighteen more hours. And I’m tired, I’m aggravated, I’m dirty, I’m hungry, and I want to get the fuck outta here.”
“So all they did was question you?”
Jasmine kept her mouth shut, her blood beyond boiling.
Nico was quiet, his brain working, trying to figure out what was up. The NYPD couldn’t hold her for twenty-four hours unless she saw a judge, so he was real suspicious and feeling paranoid. “A’ight, Reade Street, right?”
Jasmine sucked her teeth and sighed.
“Give me forty-five minutes, and I’ll be there.”
“Thank you.”
Two
“Finish fucking me, baby,” Mia said.
Nico wanted to leave and head to his lawyer’s office, but at the same time Mia’s body was looking right, and he wanted to reclaim the pussy she had given to some other nigga in a moment of weakness.
“Turn around,” he instructed her.
Mia turned around so that her bare ass was facing him, and she braced herself by placing both of her hands on the bed. Her pussy was soaked and throbbing in anticipation of Nico’s dick reentering her.
“You feel so good,” she turned her head and said to Nico as soon as he slid his dick back inside of her.
In a matter of seconds, Nico was fucking Mia hard, and she was enjoying every bit of it. Before long she was coming all over his dick, and once again, tears of joy began to flow out of her eyes.
***
Exactly forty-five minutes had passed, and Jasmine was standing on Reade Street in the sweltering sun waiting for Nico to arrive. The fact that she still had on yesterday’s clothes was beyond irritating to her. She called Nico to see what street he was on. The phone rang twice then stopped ringing.
She looked at her phone and realized that her battery had died. “I can’t believe this shit!” she screamed.
The people on the street looked at her, trying to figure out what was up with her.
Jasmine looked inside her bag and realized that she didn’t have her wallet with her, nor a single coin of loose change.
She walked back inside the FBI building, and a black-uniformed officer manning the metal detectors and the building’s entrance asked her if everything was okay. She nodded to him, and after going through the metal detector, she stood still for a moment and thought about what she should do.
Out the corner of her eye she could see out of the lobby and onto Reade Street, where she had just been standing, and she was certain that she saw Nico’s Maybach. A huge smile appeared across her face, and she instantly felt relief. She quickly bolted from the building and returned to the blistering sun.
Jasmine removed her shades so she could see better, and when she did, she realized that the car she thought was a Maybach wasn’t even close to being a Maybach. The red light changed to green, and the car drove off.
Not wanting to seem like a crazy chick, she decided to just stand in the sun and wait for her man. It seemed like a thousand cars passed her by as she stood on the street corner looking like a helpless panhandler. A half hour had gone by, and to her it felt like two hours.
She walked back into the federal building, and the uniformed officer smiled at her and waved her through the metal detector.
“You sure you all right? You need help with anything?”
Jasmine knew her options were limited, but she didn’t want to resort to Agent Battle for help. So she asked the uniformed officer if she could use a phone and explained to him that her cell phone was dead. The officer pointed in the direction of the dinosaur-looking pay phones in the rear corner of the lobby, sparing her the embarrassment of asking for change by giving her three quarters.
“Thank you so much,” Jasmine said, way too exasperated to even smile.
When she dialed Nico and his phone rang out to voice mail, her exasperation was turning into desperation.
“Nico, my cell phone is dead, so if you call me, you aren’t going to get me. But I’m on Reade Street right near Duane Street. Where the hell are you?” Jasmine ended the call. She had no choice but to hang up the phone and go back outside and wait.