Free Big and Aimee: Beautiful Chaos by Charae Lewis

see Zaria, and each time she had told him no. Aimee hated Tara for being so difficult for Big. She crawled over to him and hugged him from behind. She could tell that he was stressed because his shoulders were tense.
    “You okay, babe?” she asked and kissed his neck.
    Big shook his head. “Hell nah. I’m tired of this bitch playing games with my daughter,” he snapped.
    “So what's her excuse this time?”
    “She doesn’t have one. I can’t stand that bitch. She’s just doing this shit to be spiteful.”
    “Well, have you and Tara ever had a heart to heart? Maybe if y’all can sit down without screaming at each other, you guys might be able to come to an agreement,” Aimee suggested.
    “Right now I don’t even want that bitch breathing the same air as me.”
    Aimee tried to hold her laugh in, but she couldn’t. Big looked back at her with a smirk on his face. .
    “What the fuck you laughing at?” he asked.
    Aimee giggled. “ You . You say some crazy shit when you're upset.”
    Big shrugged. “Whatever.”
    “Let me make you feel better.”
    Big gave her a lustful look and then bit his lip. “How you gon’ do that?” he asked and kissed her lips.
    “Chill out. I'm not talking about that right now. Go get dressed so I can take you somewhere,” she told him.
    Big stood and turned around to face her. “Where’re we going? I don’t like surprises.”
    Aimee rolled her eyes. “Can you please just get dressed? Damn, why are you so nosy?”
    “I know your ass ain't talking. Every time you call me, you wanna know the name and address of who I'm with.”
    Aimee twisted her lips. “Whatever. I’m going to get in the shower. I suggest you do the same.”
    Since she was at Big’s home, Aimee got up and traveled to one of his guest bathrooms. Being they had both been busy that week, Aimee wanted to take Big out so he could get his mind off the issue with his daughter. She still felt bad about hitting Tara in front of Zaria, but she’d had no choice but to defend herself.
    After showering, Aimee brushed her teeth and did her hair. After making sure her face was beat, she threw on a maxi dress and went to look for Big. She found him in the living room watching Sports Center.
    “You ready, babe?” she asked him.
    Big nodded and then turned off the TV. He walked over to Aimee and towered over her. “Who told you to put this stanky-ass dress on?”
    Aimee rolled her eyes. “Big, you think everything I wear is stanky. I could be wearing some damn scrubs and you wouldn’t like it,” she said as she began to walk to his garage.
    “You damn right. I don’t want nobody looking at what’s mine,” he said, following behind her.
    Aimee turned on the light in his garage and wondered what car she wanted to drive. Big was an avid car lover, and Aimee loved driving them all. “Babe, can I drive your Panamera?”
    “Why do you always wanna drive that one?”
    “Because it’s so pretty and fast,” she told him as she grabbed the keys.
    “You really like that car, huh?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    “You can have it, baby,” he said and then walked to the passenger’s side of the car.
    Aimee stood there in shock, not believing that Big had just given her his car. She looked at him, and he held this grin on his face.
    “Big, are you serious? Are you really giving me this car?”
    He shrugged. “Yeah. I don’t even drive it like that.”
    Aimee ran around her new whip and threw her arms over Big’s shoulders. “Thank you, honey,” she said in between kisses.
    “You're welcome. Now come on it’s hot as a bitch out here,” he complained.
    “Okay.”
    Aimee happily hopped in the driver’s seat. She couldn’t wait to ride down on Asia so she could show off her new ride. Big turned on Indiana Rome’s “Need A Fan” as Aimee cruised down the interstate. She couldn’t wait to show Big where they were going. She knew that he would love it.
                  After a forty-five minute drive,