Unthinkable (4)

Elijah’s nostrils flared as he once again heard Nicki’s answering machine. He slammed his phone down on his desk and then leaned back in his chair. Nicki was becoming quite the bitch and if his father taught him anything it was bitches need to stay on a tight leash. “She wants to play...” Elijah mumbled as he stood up and snatched his jacket from the back of his chair. He threw his phone is his pocket and then rushed out of his office.

“Mr. Prescott, you have a meeti-”

“Cancel it.” He called over his shoulder to his assistant. He felt like the fool and the last thing somebody was ever going to make Elijah Prescott out to be was the fool. After getting on the elevator he looked down at his hand and twirled his wedding band. “Til death do us part.”


- - - -

“Stop stalling and make a decision.” Nicki ordered as Drake took small sips out of his glass of wine. He pulled the glass from his face and put it down on the small coffee table slowly.

“Hit. Me.” Nicki rolled her eyes as she flipped a card over from the deck.

“Bust!” Nicki exclaimed. Drake glared at her as she did her little victory dance, wiggling her fingers in his face.

“You’re a cheater.” He said grabbing both of their plates from the table. Nicki got up, following him into the kitchen.

“Don’t be a sore loser Aubrey. It’s so unattractive.” She bumped him with her hip, pushing him away from the sink. She ran water in the sink as Drake hoped on the kitchen island watching her. “Where’s the soap?” She asked.

“At the bottom.” Drake answered as he grabbed an apple from the bowl. Nicki hummed as she bent over to look in the cabinets below the sink.

“There’s none.”

“I know. Just liked the view.” Drake nodded at her as she stood up and crossed her arms over her chest.

“You’re a perv.” She closed the cabinets and tugged down Drake’s shirt that she wore, making him laugh.

“It’s in the one by the fridge.” She moved across the kitchen to get it, then moved back to the sink.  “Can I ask you something?” He bit into his apple.

“Shoot.” Nicki answered as she squeezed soap into the dishwater.

“How did someone like you become married to someone like him?” Nicki sighed. She’d asked herself that same question time and time again.

“Uh... I guess I was needy. It was around the same time that my parents were getting a divorce and here was this guy that promised he’d always be there and I could talk to him about my problems. I wanted to get away from my parents and here I am.” Drake nodded. It made sense. “Can I ask you a question?”

“I’m all ears.” Nicki turned around quickly with a smirk on her face and Drake held his hands up. “I made that one too easy.” The both of them laughed.

“So, what’s someone like you doing single?” Drake raised his brows.

“Oh? I’m single? Let me call-”

“Don’t even think about it.” Nicki pointed a knife at him and he held up his hands. “You can call all of your little hoes once I leave.” She turned up her lip as she placed the knife in the dish rack.

“Will do.” He said with a grin, making Nicki glare at him. “Just kidding mama.” Nicki turned back around to the sink. “I guess because I’m always busy and I never found the woman that I felt I would be able to come home to.”

“What about now?”Nicki asked ‘nonchalantly’ placing her plate in the disk rack.

“There’s this one chick. She’s pretty cool, a cheater at Blackjack, but I really like her alot.” Drake tossed his apple in the trash. Nicki smiled as she dried her hands and turned around to Drake,

“Why you smiling like you farted? Oh... You thought I was talking about you?” Nicki mouth dropped open making Drake laugh. He hopped off the counter and pulled Nicki to him by her waist as she pouted. “You know I kid.” He lifted her chin with his finger and looked into her eyes.  

“You’re the biggest jerk I know.” She planted a kiss on his lips, placing her hands on the sides of his face. Soon she was sitting on the counter and Drake was in between her legs, rubbing the sides of her thighs as their tongues got better acquainted. They separated for a second so that Drake could get Nicki’s shirt off.

- - - -

Elijah rang the doorbell then placed his hands inside of his pockets, waiting for a response. 3 minutes passed before a light clicked on in the house. Soon after he heard the locks click and a confused Jimi opened the door. “What are you doing here this time of night?”

“I’m sorry to bother you sir. I was wondering if you’ve seen Ta- I’m sorry, I was wondering if you’d seen Onika?” Elijah cursed mentally when Carol appeared next to Jimi in the doorway. They never had a good relationship.

“What do you want?” Carol asked tightening her robe. Jimi looked down at her.

“I got it. Go back to sleep.” He kissed the top of her head. She gave Elijah the dirtiest look before turning on her heels and walking back into her house. Jimi stepped out of the doorway, onto the porch with Elijah and closed the door behind him.

“No. I haven’t seen Nicki. Have you called her?”

“Yes sir. I’m worried about her.” Elijah answered. “It’s unlike her to not pick up the phone.” Elijah put on his best worried face, to bad Jimi was an expert at reading bullshit.

“Yeah it is unlike her.” Jimi nodded. Elijah sighed before turning on his heels but Jimi caught his arm. “Onika’s my babygirl, you understand me?”

“Yes sir.”

“I will kill for that girl, do you understand?”

“Yes sir. I would do the same.”

“Happy to hear that. I’m sure she’s ok. Get home.” Jimi gave Elijah’s arm a tight squeeze before letting him go and watching him leave off the porch. Jimi turned back into the house, closing the door. He was greeted by an angry Carol.

“Get Nicki on the phone Jimi. Get my baby on the phone now!” Jimi knew there was no use in trying to calm his wife down. She knew how stubborn Nicki was and she knew that if she called she would get no response so it had to be Jimi.

- - -
“I’m going to love having you here.” Drake said as he helped Nicki out of the shower. She grabbed the towel he was holding out and wrapped it around her body before he did the same with his.

“You’re such a boy.” Nicki kissed his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“You’ve called me at least 10 names tonight and not one of them have been flattering. Not even after I gave you the best dick of your entire life.” Drake said cockily with good reason. She looked up at him, her bottom lip wedged between her teeth. “You’re perfect.” He kissed her forehead.

“You’re enchanting.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re fascinating.”

“You’re precious.”

“You’re...” Nicki laughed as she tried to think of something. “Aubrey.”

“And you’re a loser.” Drake laughed. “Sleepy?”

“Yes.” Nicki answered followin Drake out of the bathroom. Drake went into his closet as Nicki sat on his bed. “Get me a shirt!”

“Why?” Nicki giggled at him and then rolled on the bed as she heard her phone buzzing in the nightstand drawer. She was planning to turn it off, knowing that it would be Elijah. She looked at the phone and saw it was Jimi calling. She debated on whether or not she wanted to answer because it could possibly ruin a good night. She answered the phone with a sigh.

“Hello?” Her eyebrows stitched together when she heard her mother yelling in the background over what Jimi was trying to say. “Wait. Tell mommy to calm down. I can’t hear you.” Drake came out of the closet in a pair of boxers and leaned against the archway watching Nicki’s facial expression change. Her whole demeanor change. “Ok. I will. Love you too. Bye.” She let the phone fall to the bed as she looked down at her lap.

“What’s going on?”

“He’s coming to kill me.” She said as a whisper. Drake got into bed and laid down. He pulled Nicki down so that she was laying on his chest.

“No one’s coming to kill you baby.” His hands rubbed circles on her back. “Calm down. I got you.” It was never that simple.


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