Big and Aimee: Beautiful Chaos

Jessica Watkins presents

Big and Aimee

Beautiful Chaos

Charae Lewis

Copyright © 2016 by Charae Lewis

Published by Jessica Watkins Presents

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Acknowledgments

Lord thank you yet again for everything. I'm so blessed and I owe it all to you. Thank you for covering me and surrounding your angels and me and my family. Even when I'm disobedient, you continue to love me and I'm forever grateful for that. I love you.

Keon you are the best husband ever. Sometimes I have to pinch myself because you are so good to me. I love you so much and I can’t wait to see what God has in store for us.

To my Mom and Granny, thank you guys for everything. I wouldn’t be the woman I am without you two.

Little thank you for being my best friend for the last twelve years. You understand my complex ways and I appreciate you for that. Love you boo.

Candace thank you for your continued support. You're so smart and driven and I'm proud to call you my sister.

To my huge family, I love you guys. There too many of you to name but just know that appreciate you all.

Jessica, thank you for taking a chance on me. I've learned so much from you in such a short amount of time. I can’t wait to see how our journey plays out. You are very appreciated.

To my JWP family, thank you guys for your support. I swear this group of author’s rock and I'm happy to be a part of it.

To my author friends, Jasmine, Brandy, Bri, Nichole, Tyesha, Dominique, Kia, Mona, Chae thank you guys for rocking with me. You’ll always have my support.

Last but not least to the readers, thank you all for taking the time to read my work. You all truly keep me going, from the sweet messages and to the crazy talks in the reading group. I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I hope you guys enjoy Big and Aimee’s journey.

Chapter One

“So how long will it take for the floors to be done?” Big asked the contractor.

“I should have it done by Saturday,” he replied.

Big shook his head. “Nah, I need that shit done by
Thursday
. I’m reopening on Friday.”

“Okay, okay, no problem,” the contractor said slightly frazzled.

Big walked off and hopped inside of his car. He had recently gotten his bar remodeled and was checking on the progress. His bar had been one of his biggest accomplishments aside from being a part of the notorious DeMao crime family. His association with an organization so powerful had given Big a certain kind of confidence. His adoptive father, Dom, had constructed the family business from the ground up, and now their territory had stretched all over the Midwest. After Dom’s reign as commander-in-chief, he passed the business down to his son, Keece, who was Big’s best friend. Since Keece wasn’t a selfish guy, he shared the responsibilities with his brothers and made sure that they always had an input.

Big would forever be grateful to Dom who had taken him in when he was just a preteen. Life before then had been a rough ride with Big’s father dying in a car accident, and his mother becoming an alcoholic shortly afterwards. When his father passed, Big’s mother, Elle, began to pick up the bottle to soothe the pain within, which had prompted Big to mature faster than most little boys. Feeling bad for his mother, Big would take care of his baby sister, Danica, but after months of trying to be understanding, he got tired of acting as a parent.

While in elementary school, Big would go over to Keece’s house almost every weekend, and Dom would notice that the boy often wore clothes that were too small. He was always hungry too. His observation cause him to wonder why Big’s mother wasn’t taking care of her son. So he took it upon himself to go and personally investigate the problem. When Dom went over to Big’s home, he was appalled by the living conditions. He couldn’t believe how filthy the house was. He decided right then that he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing that Big was being subjected to such an unsanitary environment. So Dom talked Elle into letting Big to come stay with him until she got herself together, and she reluctantly agreed. Apparently, she knew deep down inside that she couldn’t take care of Big and Danica in the manner that they deserved. Dom made arrangements with Elle’s sister to come and pick up Danica and even offered to send Elle to rehab, but she declined.

Quickly after that, Big moved in with Dom and his family. He finally felt at peace knowing that he wouldn’t have to wonder where his next meal would come from. Celine, Dom’s wife at the time, made sure Big felt comfortable and a part of the family. With the permission of Elle, Dom legally adopted Big, gaining sole custody of the boy. Everyone in the family enjoyed having Big around, and he really felt like he belonged among the DeMaos.

His ringing cellphone snapped Big out of his thoughts. “Yeah,” he answered dryly.

“Do you wanna see your daughter today?” Tara asked.

Tara was Big’s baby mama who made his life a living hell. She constantly went out of her way to annoy him, and she often used their daughter as a pawn.

“Oh, so
now
I can see her when it’s convenient for your trifling ass?” he spat, totally fed up with her antics.

“Well, I have clients today and her daycare is closed. I’m trying to be nice and let you see her.”

“You ain't being nice. You just need a fucking babysitter. Have my daughter ready. I’m on my way,” he spat and hung up.

Big shook his head because he couldn’t believe that he was stuck with her crazy ass forever. He would be lying if he said that he hadn’t seen the signs of her being a crazy bitch early on. At first, he’d found her jealous demeanor cute, but that was when they were teenagers. Now that they were grown and a child was involved, he couldn’t take her behavior any longer.

Big pulled up to Tara’s house within fifteen minutes and hopped out. He rang the doorbell and waited for her to answer. Seconds later, Big’s daughter, Zaria, answered the door, looking like a tiny replica of her mother with bushy, thick hair.

“Daddy!” she yelled with glee, trying to jump in his arms.

“What's up, pretty girl?” Big said, picking Zaria up and covering her face with kisses.

“Can I go with you today? I don’t wanna go to the hair salon with Mama,” she pouted.

“Yeah. Go get your stuff, baby girl.”

Zaria ran off to retrieve her belongings. A moment later, Tara emerged with a mischievous look sketched on her face. Big could tell that she was ready to start an argument and he didn’t have time for it. Tara was short, standing at five-foot two with creamy mocha skin. Her round, beautiful eyes, slender nose, and thin lips made her look like a model. She had an average-sized body with full breasts and a small, but cute butt. Even with all of her beauty, Big still couldn’t stand the sight of her.

“Why does she have to pack a bag? Go buy her some shit to take to your house,” she spat.

“She’s got shit for my house. Just mind your fucking business and let me do this.”

“Stop talking to me like that in front of her. You do realize that you're raising a girl, right?”

“Shut the fuck up. You don’t get any more respect from me. That shit’s been long gone.”

Before Tara could respond, Zaria came running back to the door with her bag. Big hurried and scooped her up and left the house. He didn’t want to spend another minute in Tara’s presence. Tara, on the other end, was appalled at the manner in which Big had spoken to her. It seemed like his feelings toward her were getting worse by the day. Granted she had been a pain in the ass ever since they’d broken up, but she didn’t like that he would disrespect her.
Fuck him!

Chapter Two

Aimee sat her desk filing away her last piece of paperwork. She was so glad that it was finally Friday and she could enjoy her weekend. It seem as though this week had been a long one at the office. Aimee was a legal secretary for one of her good friends named Paris who was a tax attorney. Since Paris was working on a difficult case, Aimee’s work load had doubled, causing her to spend longer hours at the office.

“Okay, here’s the last one, and thank you for staying late. I really appreciate it,” Paris said, smiling.

“You're welcome. I just can’t wait for this case to be over,” Aimee stressed.

“You and me both, but it will definitely be over by next week. Then we’ll be able to get back to our three days a week schedule.”

“Thank You, Jesus!”

“I know, right? I miss my girls like crazy, and Keece’s spoiled ass has been complaining about me not being home,” Paris vented.

“The same here. I haven’t seen Big all week, and he’s been throwing hella shade,” Aimee laughed, referring to her boyfriend.

Keece was Paris’ husband and also Big’s brother. Aimee had actually met Big through Paris.

“Don’t worry. Soon their asses won’t have shit to complain about. Let’s head on out,” Paris said.

Aimee logged off her computer and grabbed her belongings. She couldn’t wait to see her honey since she had been preoccupied all week with working overtime. As soon as she hopped inside of her car, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Big’s number. After three rings, he answered.

“What’s up, babe?” his deep baritone voice spoke, causing Aimee to smile.

“Nothing. I just getting off work. What’s up with you? I really wanna see you tonight.”

“I can’t. Tara finally let me get Zaria for the weekend.”

Aimee blew out a frustrated breath while pulling out of her parking space. She and Big had been dating for over a year now, but she had yet to meet his daughter. He explained to her that he didn’t want Tara to find out that he had a girlfriend, but Aimee thought that maybe his explanation was bullshit. She didn’t like being his little secret all because of his crazy baby mama.

“So I’m not worthy enough to meet Zaria?” Aimee asked.

“You know what the deal is. Don’t start that bullshit,” Big warned.

“Nah, fuck that. You were just complaining about not seeing me, and now that we have the chance to spend some time together, you’re telling me
no
. And it’s all because you don’t want your baby mama to find out about us. What kind of shit it that?” she seethed, feeling her heart rate speed up from her mounting anger.

“I’m not about to sit on the phone and argue with your simple ass. I’ll call you later,” Big said and then hung up.

Aimee tossed her phone out of frustration and turned up the music. She and Big always had the same argument whenever he had visitation time with his daughter. When they first started dating, she thought he kept his daughter away because their relationship was new. But as time went on, he explained that Tara had chased away every woman who’d ever come into his life. Therefore, he didn’t want Aimee to meet Zaria because he didn’t want Tara to get crazy on her.

Aimee felt as though he shouldn’t worry about what Tara would say or do. It was like he was letting her dictate his life, and she couldn’t stand it. Aimee was a big girl and could hold her own. She wasn’t scared of his baby mama and she wanted to show Big that she could handle anything thrown her way. Big had told her many stories of how Tara had beaten up women, but Aimee wasn’t the least bit intimidated. In her opinion, all Tara needed was a good ass whooping.

After calming down and sitting in the car for a few minutes, Aimee decided not to spend her Friday evening in the house. So she called her twin sister, Asia.

“What's up, sis?” Asia answered.

“Shit, I was just wondering what you were doing tonight. I need a drink.”

“You had one of those days, huh? Well I’m going to Water Street later on. You want me to come and get you?” she offered.

“Hell yeah. I’m about to go get dressed now.”

“Okay, I’ll call you when I’m on the way.”

Aimee hung up and hurried inside of her apartment to get dressed. She planned on wildin’ out since Big was being an ass. She hurried to the bathroom to shower. After cleansing herself thoroughly, she stood in front of the mirror trying to decide what to do with her thick, natural hair. Aimee was five-foot four with blemish-free brown skin. She had inherited her Filipino mother’s slanted eyes and nose. Her full lips came from her father who was African-American. Aimee possessed an athletic build which was the result of her having played sports most of her life. She was thick and solid.

After styling her hair in a sleek ninja bun, she applied her makeup and got dressed. She decided to wear a nude two-piece. The skirt had a high waist and the hem fell past her knees. For her footwork, she sported some nude fringe open-toed sandals. As if on cue, Asia texted her to say she was outside. Aimee grabbed her clutch before she shot out of the door. She strutted to the car and hopped in the passenger’s seat.

“Hey, sis, you look cute,” Asia said before applying her lipstick.

“Thanks. You’re looking kinda fly yourself.”

Aimee and Asia were identical twins with the same length of hair. Sometimes people found it hard to tell them apart. The only thing different about the two was that Asia had a mole near her right eye.

“Where is dark and lovely?” Asia asked, referring to Big.

“He’s with his daughter this weekend,” Aimee responded with a sigh.

“He still hasn’t let you meet her? I kinda think its fly that a daddy is protecting his daughter just in case you guys don’t work out.”

Aimee scoffed. “Me meeting her has nothing to do with his daughter. He doesn’t want his baby mama to find out about me because her ass is loony.”

“You sure he ain't still fucking her?” Asia asked with a raised brow.

Aimee shook her head. “Girl, hell nah! Big
hates
that bitch.”

“Oh okay…I was just checking, but tell Big that bitch will get her head knocked off if she ever runs up on you. Did you tell him that we were professional boxers back in the day?”

“No. I never told him that.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I hated boxing. That shit wasn’t ladylike.”

“But you were so good at it. I understand, though ‘cause I didn’t like it very much either, but dad wouldn’t dare let us quit at the time.

Their father Russell had ruled their household with an iron fist. He always kept them in some kind of sport or activity. He was loving and caring but when it was time to perform, he turned into a mad man. Whenever they lost or failed to execute their games or matches the way that he would've liked, Russell used to come down hard on the twins. It got to the point where Aimee and Asia started hating sports, but Russell didn’t believe in quitting.

After they turned eighteen, the twins stopped their extracurricular activities. Russell was disappointed, but he knew that they were adults and he couldn’t force them to continue.

“Enough about that. Let’s go throw back some drinks,” Aimee said.

Asia agreed and cranked up the engine. The girls made their way toward Brothers Bar and Grill, bumping Yo Gotti’s “Down in The DM” the entire way there. After about thirty minutes of cruising and vibing to music, the girls finally arrived at their destination. Asia found a parking space and they got out and entered the spot. They sat at the bar and immediately ordered their drinks.

“It’s kinda packed in here tonight,” Asia said.

Aimee looked around the place. “I know.”

The bartender sat their drinks in front of them, and they started sipping with pleasure. Before Aimee could finish her first drink, Asia was already on drink number two. She’d always had a higher tolerance for alcohol and could drink with the best of them.

“Damn! Slow your ass down,” Aimee said playfully.

Asia gave her a raised brow. “Girl, you better stop trying to be all cute and shit. I’m trying to get a lil’ tipsy tonight.”

“Don’t forget
you
drove.”

Asia smacked her lips. “Bitch, I know. You’re talking to a professional over here. Don’t give me no damn speeches.”

Aimee started laughing, but she was cut short when her phone signaled that she had a text message. Aimee grabbed the phone and smiled when she saw that it was Big.

My Honey: You still my baby?

            Aimee immediately responded: Hell no!

Minutes later he hit her back: Damn it’s like that? We gonna see.

Aimee put her phone down and looked up at Asia who staring at her with this huge grin on her face.

“Damn, can I have my face back?” Aimee quipped.

“Damn, sis, that man has you gone. I thought your damn face was about to crack because you were smiling so fucking hard,” Asia joked.

Aimee giggled. “I know. It’s so sad.”

For the next several hours, Aimee and Asia drank, danced, and laughed well into the night. Once the bar closed, the girls gathered their things and headed to the car. During the drive, Aimee let her window down so the night air could sober her up. Her night had gone well, but she wished that she could curl up under Big and let him caress her skin.

Asia made it to Aimee’s apartment fairly fast. “Thanks for taking me out, sis. I had fun like always,” Aimee said happily as she gave her a hug.

“You're welcome, sugar. Call me tomorrow. Maybe we can catch a movie or something.” Aimee nodded. “Cool. Be safe.”

Aimee got out of the car and walked slowly inside her building. She walked to her door and inserted the key into the lock. When she unlocked the door, she was shocked shitless to see Big seated on the couch with the TV remote control in his hand. She had given him a key some time ago when they first became serious. He was sitting there looking too sexy in a wife beater, basketball shorts, and a pair of Nike socks. Big was handsome as hell with his dark skin and tall stature. His well-toned arms were on full display, and his low-cut fade had been barbered to perfection. Aimee bit her bottom lip as she made her way over to him.

“Where your ass been?” he asked still watching TV.

Aimee sat down next to him and then looked at his handsome face. “I went out with my sister. What’re you doing here? I thought you were spending time with Zaria.”

“I was, but she wanted to go and hang out with Danica. Plus your cry-baby ass was missing a nigga, so I came here,” he said with a smirk on his face.

Aimee rolled her eyes. “No one was missing your ass.”

Big raised his brow before he leaned over and kissed her lips. Aimee hungrily tasted his lips and slid her tongue inside of his mouth. She could feel her kitty getting wetter by the second. Just when the kiss started getting steamier, Big pulled back.

“I thought you didn’t miss me,” he taunted her.

“Big, stop playing. I need some dick, babe,” she whined as she pulled his arm.

Big looked at her with lust in his eyes and then stood up. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. Big picked Aimee up and kissed her again before he made his way to her bedroom. Once inside of the room, Big laid her down on the bed and roughly pulled off her skirt. He resumed kissing her as he ripped her thong off. Aimee’s pussy was pulsating at the thought of Big entering her. He was by far the best lover she’d ever had, and she would proudly admit that she was indeed whipped.

Big lifted her crop top and began to consume each breast. He licked and bit her nipples until Aimee moaned softly. Big’s kisses then traveled down to her stomach and continued until he got to her moist center. He wasted no time diving into her pussy with his tongue. Aimee squirmed and moaned as Big punished her with flick of his hot, moist tongue against her clit.

“Baby, that feels so good,” she whimpered.

Big didn’t reply; he just continued tasting her juices and sucking the life out of her clit. Aimee’s hands found her nipples and began to pinch them lightly. Moments later, her legs began to shake as her juices flowed. Big smiled, seemingly happy with his handiwork. He then stood up. He grabbed a condom from a pack that he kept in Aimee’s drawer and quickly rolled it on.

Big forced his massive dick into her tight walls, causing her to yell out in pure bliss. He had to bite his bottom lip to keep from screaming out. Aimee’s pussy was welcoming him with open walls, and Big was in heaven.

“So tell me why I haven’t seen you all week?” Big asked as he thrust in and out of her wet pussy.

“I don’t know, baby.”

“That’s not the answer I was looking for.”

Big sat up on his knees and planted his hands around her torso. He then began to pound into her pussy like a jack rabbit. Aimee dug her fingernails into his skin as she felt her second orgasm approach.

“Oh, Dakaden, I’m about to cum!” Aimee announced, calling him by his real name.

Seconds later, her walls contracted tight as hell around Big’s dick. Right after her orgasm, he shot a load of nut into the condom. Then when the sensations from his nut fizzled down, he collapsed on the side of Aimee out of breath. She looked over at him and giggled.