16. Justine

‘This is the Caribbean; look at the turquoise… Eh, grandma, put down the gunnysack and pick up the thong if you wanna get bred this weekend.'

Justice, I promise I will drown you in the Caribbean Sea. Zip it. He zipped his lips with his fingers and pouted. I guess that means we're not speaking. Thank goodness.

I could hear my kids squealing in the room next door, and it took me a second to realize that I didn't have to run to see what was going on. The two women who were hired to come along with us were here for the sole purpose of watching my kids.

These were not just au pairs; their credentials were as good as, if not better than, most master's programs. One was medically trained, while the other was an expert in early childhood development.

It was obvious that he had chosen them purposely, and I heard from Monique that they had been vetted back a couple of generations. I didn't even know people really did things like that in real life.

We were on one of those water bungalow things in the Caribbean, but I didn't know which island; I knew nothing. We didn't get off the plane and go through customs; they came to us. He just needed whatever that thing was that Carl kept showing everyone, and then they turned to Marcus, bowed, and got off the plane.

I think poor Justice thought we were about to get arrested because he ran and hid after proclaiming, and I quote, ‘I knew this bitch couldn't pull anything that fine unless he was cuckoo for cocoa puffs.'

Now he's back front and center, batting his lashes and acting like he's not a damn traitor.

* * *

Okay,so I took Justice's advice on the bikini, but there's no way I was doing that walk he showed me in my head. I've never sashayed my ass before in my life, and who the hell wears heels to the beach? I pushed my feet into the comfortable sandals that were waiting for me, along with everything else that I had on.

Marcus or whoever he had told to shop for me had included a wide range of clothing, from conservative to hot Miami nights, which tends to be Justice's whorerobe of choice. It got me to wondering if Marcus really wanted to see me in that stuff or what.

That's how I ended up in the colorful thong bikini with the scandalous bra top that barely covered the flesh of my tits. Thankfully, there was a coverup, but that only wrapped around my hips, leaving my middle and my top half completely bare.

I wanted to turn back as soon as I stepped outside. I haven't been this naked since my second to last year in college when my sorority sisters and I went to Hedonism. I am too old for this shit and a mother of three to boot.

I was almost about to turn when I saw Marcus watching me from the balcony on his bungalow that was right next to mine, but a few feet apart. Maybe it was the sunlight. I'm not sure because he was wearing shades, but I'm almost certain there was a change in his expression.

I didn't move or couldn't when he walked down the short flight of stairs and walked towards me on one of the little boardwalks that connected the bungalows.

He didn't say a word as he came to a stop in front of me. He put his arms around my hips and pulled me in close. I thought he was going for my lips when he lowered his head and raised them embarrassingly, but he pressed his lips against my temple.

I lost all sense of embarrassment, though, when I felt something long and hard pressing into my middle. My body trembled, and I breathed in hard, thinking that would help, but all I did was inhale his scent, which made me whine a little bit in my throat.

Justice was doing some kind of dance with his hands in the air and his ass bouncing from side to side. I have no idea what song he was humming, but he was in the groove.

I heard Marcus hiss and realized that it wasn't just Justice who was dancing. I had been rubbing my middle against that hardness and trying to climb it this whole time.

"Get a room for crying out loud," Monique yelled from her bungalow, and I wanted to disappear.

‘Yasssss, bitch, a room, drag me off to your lair Daddy. Toouccch me in the morning....'

"You're not making this easy, baby."

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MARCUS

* * *

I'm in trouble,and this is hell. I had just stepped out of the bungalow after getting changed into beachwear when she left her place next door. Hers was the biggest bungalow with separate rooms for the au pairs and the kids, plus it was in the middle while our security, myself, and everyone else surrounded them.

I didn't know what had been bought; I just told them what was needed for both her and the kids and let them do the rest. Now I'm not sure if to fire the person who did this or give them a raise.

She looked amazing, and I still find it hard to believe that she'd given birth to three kids. Even though she was curvy and not stick thin like most women these days, there wasn't an ounce of flesh out of place on her, everything was in its right place.

Her tits, which had been tormenting me for the last few days, looked awesome in the little bits of scrap that had been sewn together, and the damn mesh thing she had thrown around her hips was sexier than if she had gone without it.

I was doing okay; I'd kept myself to the little peck on her temple even though I was hard as a brick. But how was I supposed to withstand that cute little whining sound she made, coupled with her rubbing up against me while trying to climb onto my dick?

Monique's well-timed reprimand came just in time because I think I was about to push her back against the wall of her place and fuck her right then and there. What the hell is happening to me?

"Babe, do you mind what you gain or lose in your divorce?"

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind, I'll just tell my people to work faster. Get your shit in order, start packing up what you want to take from your house for you and the girls."

"Wait, what? What are you talking about?"

"What would be stopping you from moving in with me as soon as your divorce is final?"

"Security, I guess. I can't just pick up and take the girls away from everything they know on a whim. What if things don't work out between us? I don't want to set that kind of precedent."

"Fine, then marry me."

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JUSTINE

* * *

‘Yes.Yes, and thank you. The bitch who don't want me to strangle her in her sleep says what? Yes.'

"What is your twin saying?"

I clamped my hand over my mouth and stared back at him wide-eyed. Why do I keep forgetting that he knows when Justice is around?

Justice, meanwhile, was trying to bite a hole in my hand so I would move it. ‘Move that hand bitch; I can talk for myself.'

"My twin says yes." I clamped my hand back over my mouth like that was going to take the words back.

‘I'm getting married in the morning.'

The hell you is, you nut; we've got to get the divorce first.

‘You know, I was thinking. What say we have Paul slip and fall off a roof, too?'

Hmm! You bastard, you trying to get me arrested?

‘Calm down; it was just a suggestion. I wouldn't ask you to do it anyway with your stupid ass. Looking like Edward Scissor Hands.

What's wrong with my nails?

‘It's not your nails; your nails are fine. It's your whole ass hand, you clumsy as fuck. You'd try to throw him off and end up falling your, damn self, taking me with you. Nope!'

"How long do these conversations usually last?"

"Huh?"

"You were talking to your twin just then, weren't you?"

‘Hey Daddy, hey. See, Daddy, wants to talk to me.'

"No, I wasn't talking to my twin. My twin died; I drowned him in the bathtub because he wouldn't shut the hell up."

‘Pssst, Baby Jane. What the hell kinda crazy are you supposed to be now? You can't go around saying that you killed off your imaginary twin that lives in your head. Bless your heart. I'ma end up having to take that dick myself because you bending over backward to give it away. You keep fucking around and see if one of those hot young au pairs don't Tiger Woods your ass.'

What does that even mean?

‘Didn't he marry one a them and ended up losing half his shit? I dare you to let some other skank get her hands on my shit. You already lost one man to that fucking Scarecrow; now you fixing to lose this one to Poison Ivy and Lady Shiva.'

I don't even know who these people are.