Chapter Two
Seven Years Later
Ke’yoko was awakened by a tender kiss on the side of her cheek. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at her husband with a smile.
“Mornin’, baby.” He smiled back.
“Mornin’,” she replied through a yawn as she sat up and stretched out her arms while looking out the patio doors at the beautiful light blue Turks and Caicos water. “Man, I wish I could wake up to this view every mornin’.”
“It is breathtaking, ain’t it?” Ja’Rel replied, taking in the beautiful view as well. Ja’Rel was a thin, clean-cut dude. He was average height, not quite six foot, with a dark complexion and brown eyes, and he sported a fade with a nicely lined-up goatee. There was nothing spectacular about Ja’Rel’s looks; it was his swag and personality that had attracted and kept Ke’yoko as well as all the other women he messed around with. Ja’Rel stayed dressed from head to toe and smelling good at all times. He had beautiful white teeth, kept a smile on his face, and got a compliment on his thick, sexy lips from all the ladies he came in contact with. Ja’Rel was the type of man who could keep you laughing and make you feel protected: two traits women love in a man.
“Just think, if business keeps boomin’ the way it is, we will be wakin’ up to this view every mornin’ in no time.”
“Do we have to leave today?” Ke’yoko whined.
“Yes, baby, we have to leave today. I got a empire to run.” Ja’Rel smiled at his wife as she pouted.
“You left Ka’yah in charge of the business, so I’m sure everything is runnin’ smoothly,” Ke’yoko said, hoping to get at least one more day on this beautiful island.
Ja’Rel walked over, grabbed his suitcase, and tossed it on the bed. “Look, baby, don’t take this the wrong way: I know Ka’yah is ya twin sister and all, but she ain’t too bright when it comes to certain things and runnin’ a business is one. The only reason I left her in charge is because you begged me to, remember?” Ja’Rel said, opening up the drawers and grabbing some of his clothes.
“That’s not nice, Relly. How hard can it be to answer the phone, take orders, and send the men out to do the jobs? I do it every day.” Ke’yoko laughed, knowing that her sister did act like a straight blonde at times.
“It might not be, but remember the truth ain’t always nice. And here I thought all Japanese people were smart,” Ja’Rel said jokingly as he continued packing.
“That was such a stereotypical and racist comment.” Ke’yoko smiled as she tossed the blankets back. “But don’t forget, our biological father was a black man, so maybe she got her brains from him.”
“Oh, and that comment wasn’t racist and stereotypical?” Ja’Rel asked as he zipped up his suitcase.
“Maybe a little.” Ke’yoko smirked as she climbed outta bed.
“Damn!” Ja’Rel snapped as he looked over at his wife, who was wearing only a teal lace panty and bra set. “Come here, girl,” Ja’Rel said while grabbing Ke’yoko by the arm.
“I thought we were about to leave,” Ke’yoko said as she enjoyed the kisses her husband planted on her neck.
“We are, but not before you give me some of this wet-wet.” Ja’Rel wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist, grabbing a handful of her ass.
“Okay, but don’t forget Ka’yah is runnin’ the company,” Ke’yoko reminded him.
“Oh, yeah, let’s get the fuck up outta here before we won’t have no business to go home to,” Ja’Rel said, quickly composing himself.
“You somethin’ else.” Ke’yoko smiled as she headed to the bathroom to shower.
* * *
After the long flight home, all Ke’yoko wanted to do was shower and get some rest, but instead Ja’Rel drove straight to his office to check and make sure everything was running how it should have been.
“Look what the cat dragged in.” Ka’yah smiled as Ke’yoko and Ja’Rel walked into Barne’s Pest Control.
“Everything seems to still be intact,” Ja’Rel teased, looking around the office.
“Oh, shut up, nigga.” Ka’yah laughed.
“Fo’ real,” Ke’yoko agreed with her sister.
“Look at’chu, girl, you done got yourself a tan lyin’ out there in all that sun,” Ka’yah said, walking over to her sister and giving her a tight hug. “How was your vacation?” Ka’yah asked, standing back and gazing at her twin sister.
Ke’yoko and Ka’yah were both truly stunning women. Born identical twins, no one could tell them apart when they were little. You could only tell them apart as they grew older and their figures developed. Their mother was full-blooded Japanese, and their unknown father had been African American. The mixture of the two races had blessed both young ladies with beautiful features. Both sisters had beautiful long, silky jet-black hair, clear and flawless complexions, and beautiful light-colored eyes.
Ke’yoko was slightly taller than Ka’yah and used to have a perfect hourglass figure, until she got married. You couldn’t pinch an inch if you had wanted to; she was still stacked and tight in all the right places, with just a little more to hold on to now. Ka’yah had always been thick. She had a shapely waist, followed by a plump tail and thick legs.
“Girrrrl, let me tell you. We stayed at the Seven Stars Resort on Grace Bay. You talkin’ about heaven.”
“Well, I’m quite sure that’s the closest Ja’Rel gon’ ever get to heaven,” Ka’yah joked.
“Ha ha ha, very funny,” Ja’Rel said with a smirk.
“For the record, I made his body feel like he was in heaven several times a day. So, anyways, like I was saying, our room was the bomb. We had a panoramic view of the water, heated marble floors . . . Oh, and let’s not talk about the sandy white beach. It was so sexy,” Ke’yoko replied.
“I bet,” Ka’yah replied, slightly enviously.
“Excuse me. I gotta take this call,” Ja’Rel announced before walking into his office.
“Okay,” Ke’yoko replied and continued bragging to her sister about the resort.
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. You needed it.” Ka’yah smiled.
“Who you tellin’, girl. It was nice to get away. I needed to get the miscarriage off my mind,” Ke’yoko said, sullenly.
“Don’t worry, sis, it’ll happen one day. You just have to remember everything happens for a reason,” Ka’yah said, hoping to lift her sister’s spirits up.
“Yeah, I know. Until then I guess I can just keep spoilin’ my nephew.” Ke’yoko smiled. “Speakin’ of Aiko, where is he?”
“He’s wit’ his stupid-ass daddy,” Ka’yah said, rolling her eyes.
“He still trippin’?”
“Yes! Now he talkin’ ’bout his momma said Aiko ain’t none of his son and he needs to get a DNA test done on him because all his other kids look just like him, and all kind of crazy shit!”
Ke’yoko and Ka’yah shook their heads simultaneously.
“As long as I was wit’ him, he claimed Aiko, but soon as I decided to leave his punk ass, now all of a sudden Aiko ain’t his child.”
“Typical nigga.” Ke’yoko frowned. “Aiko looks just like that bum.”
“Just like him,” Ka’yah replied. “But it’s all good. He gon’ be well taken care of wit’ or wit’out Daron in his life.”
“Without a doubt! Me and Relly wouldn’t have it no other way,” Ke’yoko stressed.
“Thanks, sis,” Ka’yah said.
“You ready, baby?” Ja’Rel stepped out of his office and asked.
“Yes, I’m tired,” Ke’yoko responded.
“A’iiiight, Ka’yah. I’ll get up wit’ you in the mornin’ to go over all the work orders and whatnot,” Ja’Rel said, yawning.
“Okay. Y’all have a good night,” Ka’yah said, waving to her sister and brother-in-law.
Ka’yah finished up the little work she had left over, locked up, and dropped the money off at the night deposit box before heading home to get herself a much-needed drink.