Till Death Do Us Part

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Melanie

Looking at his reflection in the elevator, the way his eyes were burning a hole through my ass. I just closed my eyes and fought the desire to cry, to scream, to hit every button and get off at the next floor and run! My body was a resource, a tool, I wasn’t the first woman to use it to get what I wanted. What I needed.

I wouldn’t be the last.

Everything was happening in slow motion, the key card sliding into the door, the lock slipping. As soon as I heard the door slam I felt his lips on the back of my neck and his hands sliding under my skirt. The room was dark, my face and hands were on the wall, only one tear fell. I wouldn’t let anymore fall. His hand was on the back of my neck, he spread my legs with his thighs and bent me over like I was being frisked. I could hear my panties being ripped and his zipper coming down.

I could hear the ripping of the condom wrapper, his grip tightened around my neck. I was too dry when he pushed himself inside of me but either he didn’t feel it or didn’t care because he wasn’t taking his time. The harder he stroked, the harder he squeezed my neck, he pushed me down further so that my back would arch more.

His breathing, his grunts, my hand hitting the wall trying to brace myself was all I could hear and then it was over.

He stepped back and I stayed with my face against the wall, pulling my skirt down and leaving my ripped panties on the floor. I wanted to turn around but I couldn’t face him.

“I’ll keep the account with your company. If you want to branch out on your own I’ll back you.” He opened the door, the light from the hallway came blasting in. I didn’t even want to go to the bathroom and clean up. I picked my purse up off the floor and held my head up, forcing myself to look him in the eyes.

“Thank you.” I didn’t recognize my own voice. All I recognized was the throbbing between my legs and pulsating pain through my wrist.

I stepped into the hallway, he rubbed the back of my arm and I turned around. “I’ll expect this arrangement to continue once a month and next time I want you to look me in my eyes when I’m inside you.” He let the door close and I knew things would never be the same.

But did success come without sacrifice?

A Brothers Honor, A Fathers Heartbreak, A Sons Regret II

Men don’t cry.

Men don’t run.

Fear is natural, only fools pretend they aren’t afraid. But be afraid of the right things! Be afraid of letting down your family, your country but most importantly be afraid of letting down the man that’s fighting next to you!

I was 16, Albert was 17, John was 18. We were sitting in a bar, every one knew our father and it was a small town so no one questioned us. 4 shot glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels. Each of us got a shot and a lecture. I remember the look in their eyes when he talked.

Men would send him drinks out of respect, the manager at the grocery store personally took our moms groceries to the car. There were no Walmart’s or Mega Malls, Houston was just an hour away but somehow our town remained untouched.

My brothers couldn’t understand why I wanted to chase education while they wanted to chase adventure. Her accent was thick even though she went to high school in America. My electives were Arabic and Mandarin, I already spoke Spanish. While my brothers boxed I sat in the back reading with a Mexican kid who’s brother was Golden Gloves champion. It wasn’t long before I realized we were teaching each other.

Arabic was a whole other beast though. Every other person in the class was Middle Eastern, probably aiming for an easy A. I’d never dated anything but women that looked like me, I didn’t even know how to approach her in a personal way, we only ever talked about studies. To my father they were sand niggers, terrorist, threats to the real America! I’d been in enough classes to know that most of the Middle Eastern kids loved BMW’s, iPhones and malls more than American kids. The girls didn’t cover themselves, the guys listened to rap. She was different though, carried herself differently.

She was beautiful and no matter how hot she was always in pants and long sleeves. The rest of the class viewed me with mild annoyance while she took the time to help me.

Her brothers were in England, her father a translator for Exxon Mobil, her mother a professor. If gotten that much out of her. I could tell she was nervous around me, I was nervous around her.

Sitting next to her felt right but sitting next to her felt like betrayal.

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Walking Down the Aisle II:Till Death Do Us Part (Excerpt)

Chapter One

Jessica

 “Jacob! Jacob! Don’t do this please! I’m sorry baby! I’m sooo sorry! Jacob! Call an ambulance! HELP! HEEELP! Please don’t go, not like this! Not like this! I’m sorry baby! I’m sorry!”

The room was spinning, I woke up wiping the blood on my sweats. Wait, there’s no blood on my sweats. There’s no blood on my hands, since the day he got shot every dream was the same. Every nightmare was the same. Holding him in my arms, the blood soaking thru my clothes, getting in my nails.

It was impossible to get it out of my nails.  

His body still, Terrence standing there smiling, my heart breaking. My heart beating.

The bullet just inches away from his heart was still in his body, it was too close for them to remove it with the swelling. Another bullet collapsed a lung and the last bullet hit a major artery in his thigh which caused a lot of blood loss. Sitting in the waiting room you would have thought I was the one that got shot. I should have been the one that got shot.

We lived in a city with one of the best medical centers in the world. I knew they were doing everything they could but it was out of their hands now. My baby needed to fight! He needed to wake up and fight!

Looking down at my ring finger it was a sad irony that I was wearing the ring Terrence gave me to sneak in here like a criminal at night to see him. I told the nurses I was his fiancé and didn’t want to be bothered with people and questions during the day.

That wasn’t all wrong. Jacob was more of a husband to be than any man could ever be, we didn’t need rings or ceremonies to know we would have done anything for each other. Ten PM to Nine AM I was sitting at his bedside, reading a book to him, talking to him. Reminiscing with him, touching him.  

His family hated me, his sister most of all. They all blamed me and I couldn’t blame them.

I couldn’t help but think none of this would have happened if I just would have just married Terrence. Sacrificing my happiness, a lifetime of happiness was worth him talking, smiling, breathing without a machine.

I sent her away, I helped her lie to him and the whole time that child was alive. His cheeks, his eyes, he was him and I deprived them of each other. No matter how many times I thought the tears were done they would start to fall again. My eyes hurt to the point where it was easier not to even wipe them away.

I prayed to God as hard as I could when I found out I couldn’t have a child. I just knew he was punishing me for having an abortion. I prayed even harder when I asked for strength to make it work with Terrence. And after all those prayers weren’t answered I just quit. What sense did it make to pray anymore?

What sense did it make to even care?

If God wasn’t going to help me be happy I would do what I had to do. So I lied to the one person that stood by me thru everything from the moment I met him. I lied to him with a smile on my face, I lied to him when he went to sleep every night on my shoulder with a broken heart over the child he would never know.

And after all that, after all the lies and the failed prayers we were going to be happy. Until three bullets shattered our world and God reminded me of why I should never have stopped praying. So here I was holding a vigil for my best friend, my lover and the man that saved me from myself.

 “You don’t belong here!”

I didn’t need to turn around to recognize the voice. I knew this moment would come sooner or later, I was hoping later. She was never supposed to come back, maybe if Jacob hadn’t been looking at that little boy he would have seen Terrence. I just stared out the window; I didn’t want to face her.

I could taste the bile in my mouth at what we did, she was my coconspirator. We were both guilty but that didn’t stop me from blaming her just as much as I was sure she was blaming me.

Not now, I couldn’t face her now.

“He looks dead.” She was talking but I just wanted her to leave.

She kept talking like I wasn’t standing there.

“I keep thinking I should bring Julian to see him, I keep telling myself he should see his father. Maybe if Jacob feels him here he’ll wake up. But I don’t want him seeing him like this, not for the first time. I shouldn’t have ever left, the entire year I was gone. Being in the hospital surrounded by strangers I kept telling myself I did the right thing but when I saw him I knew there was no doubt.”

I was losing it! 

“I don’t care!” I turned around and walked towards her! She was standing here, her hair sitting over her shoulder, everything about her too perfect!

“How in the hell did you have time to get your hair done, your nails… Where have you been if you were so worried about Jacob?! It’s been a week! You left because you’re a selfish bitch! You came to me because you weren’t willing to fight for him so you ran! And now you show up here telling me I shouldn’t be here! I was taking care of him when he was drunk and throwing away his life because he thought that child was gone! So fuck you!”

I saw her for what she was, it was frustration, hate, guilt, all of that I’m sure but I saw her for what and who she was! My voice wasn’t loud but my words were intense!

“You were more than willing to have me gone! Call me what you want but I’m not the one that got him shot! I’m not the one that kept him on a leash for years and only ran to him when you got embarrassed at you wedding! When he wakes up he’ll hate me and he’ll hate you more but I will always have his son! And you know this! That’s why you wanted me gone in the first place!”

I cocked my hand back to slap her but I put it down, what was I doing… Jake was clinging to life and I was arguing with her? What the hell was I doing, the fight left me.

She smirked and walked over to Jacob, I started to grab her arm when she touched his hair but I just stood there with my arms folded. The glare from the street lights on Main coming thru the window.

Beep…

Beep…

Beep…

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep….

“Nurse!!!!”

“Nurse!!!!”

“Nurse!!!”

She screamed it before I did and when the nurses and doctors came running into the room she looked at me and I looked at her and at that moment we were thinking the same thing.

Jacob isn’t going to make it…

“He’s coding! He’s coding!!!”

 

Taking Another Man’s Wife Scene V

Heartless

She wanted me to feel bad, she wanted to be the victim, she wanted me to tell her to leave me alone and go home to her sucker ass husband. But why would I do that? Women like Raquel only understand one thing and that’s power.

Letting her know how much I wanted her, how much I needed to feel her and talk to her. That was the quickest way for me to lose her. But treating her like she meant nothing, ignoring calls and fucking her like she was just another whore. That turned her on because that excited her.

Her husband made love to her, he gave her whatever she wanted and took her word for gold. If a woman tells me she’s pregnant in the middle of an argument every antenna I have is going to go up. When she told him he went and took out another life insurance policy on himself and probably started thinking of names.

Could I blame him? Yes and no. If there was ever a woman who’s sexually abilities could make you believe that we lived on the moon instead of earth it’s Rocky. Everything she wore screamed sex, her lips, her hair, her skin, her laugh. From the moment I saw her knew I wanted her and I did everything in my power to make it happen.

The other day in the parking lot on top of my car with the rain falling on us. It was my first time ever being inside of her without a condom and it was the best sex of my LIFE! Choking her, cursing her, slapping her ass. That got me off but I wanted to touch her face and kiss her. When she moved her mouth all that anger came crashing out of me! And the rougher I got, the wetter she got!

He was good enough to kiss, good enough to sleep in bed with but I was just some guy that gave her a ‘break from her boring life.’ She would shower everytime I was inside of her, no matter how many times she would shower afterwards. Lying on the bed, playing with my phone pretending I didn’t know she was washing my smell off of her. Soaping the evidence away. It made me sick to my stomach and it made me hate him! Because I could never hate her!  

Whether she knew it or not she talked about him a lot, ‘He loves when I wear red, he doesn’t beat the pussy up the way you do. I feel like I’m a doll when I’m with him.’ Did he know that she wouldn’t fuck me without a condom but she didn’t have a problem swallowing my cum?

If he didn’t know he was going to learn today! She was pregnant and she didn’t love him! He didn’t deserve her! He went to the gym every Tuesday and Thursday to play basketball after work, that’s when we would meet in whatever parking lot or cheap ass motel. Today I told her I had to go out of town for work but that wasn’t the truth.

Today her husband would find out that the world he thought existed was bullshit! That the woman he thought was perfect was nothing more than my bitch! Sitting in the parking lot, waiting for him to come out I knew this was going to end with one of us getting hurt but I didn’t care. If I had to live with the pain of the woman I loved being touched by another man then he would have to live with that same pain. Whether it was his wife or not!

I was taking another man’s wife and I’ll be damned if he was going to stop me!

 

Taking Another Man’s Wife coming to Amazon soon…

Taking Another Man’s Wife Scene IV

Raquel

“What the hell do you think is going to happen when he asks about the first doctors appointment or morning sickness?! You should have just told him the fucking truth!”

The top floor of the parking garage was empty with the exception of our two cars. The sky was as dark and grey as I felt and his attitude wasn’t any better. No one knew about us, not my sister, not my bestfriend. No one so much as suspected it. I’d went out of my way to keep this between us and the more lies I told the easier they became.

When you lie so much about one man, one affair, you start to believe it. I believed that I was protecting my husband, my marriage, by doing what I did last night.

“You don’t think I know this?! And why in the hell were you calling me at 3:00am!?” He laughed, he loosened his tie and laughed. His smile and dimples used to excite me, now there was something about them that just didn’t seem right. I rubbed the back of my neck and walked to the edge, the Medical Center seemed so small from up here. But my problems didn’t.

Did he want me to get caught? Oh my God! He wanted me to get caught! I turned around and looked at him, waiting for an answer!

“I called you because I’d fucked you so good yesterday that I knew you’d be knocked out so I was hoping your husband would answer the phone and I could tell him that my dick was bigger than his.” There was no humor in his tone, no charm or anger, no emotion. He just said it and I realized he meant it.

This was an escape from reality for me, I wanted a child just as bad as my husband. I wanted the little league games and a mini me to do her hair. We’d traveled and loved in every place you could imagine but a part of me needed to feel young just one more time before I gave up on the men like the asshole that was in front of me.

Rough sex, love/hate grabbing and just fucking was something I needed! It’s hard living up to the expectations of someone who can see no wrong in you. Hair, nails, bras and panties, even when he didn’t mention it I could see him judging me and expecting me to be his perfect wife! So I gave him what he wanted and when he kissed me and went to work I came to this man and broke my vows in the nastiest and freakiest ways possible. And I hated myself because even with the lie about me being pregnant still fresh in my mind all I wanted was for him to bend me over and make me forget about our sins!

When he grabbed my ass and picked me up my skirt came up to my stomach! The concrete was cold and wet on my ass and when his fingers slid inside my panties and wrapped my arms around his neck so I wouldn’t fall! We were ten stories up and the idea that someone could be looking made me cum on his fingers!

He tried to kiss me but I moved my lips, I didn’t want to kiss him today! Kissing was intimate, kissing meant love… I didn’t love this man! I loved how he made me feel, how he felt inside of me! It was thick and long and perfect and it filled every inch of my pussy and God I missed that when I my husband was inside of me! There’s only so much great head can do for you but there is and will never be anything like…

“Ahhhhhhh!” My breasts were hanging over the top of my bra, one was in his mouth and the other in covered in my hand. The harder he sucked the harder he fucked me and the louder I screamed! He pulled me off the ledge, still inside of me and slammed me on the hood of his BMW! My back hit with a thud but he didn’t stop!

My husband would have laid me down and asked if I was alright, he would have looked into my eyes and caressed by face. This man bent me over and grabbed the back of my neck! One leg was on the car and the other was pinned down. He stuck a finger in my asshole and my moan was caught in my throat!

The wet squishy sound let him know I couldn’t fight it! I just couldn’t fight it!

“I hate yoooou! I haaaaate yooou!” He started to go harder and even with the rain falling and my blouse ripped and my hair destroyed I didn’t want him to stop! Going back to work wasn’t an option and going home was even less of an option but I just didn’t want him to stop!

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

I could feel him but he was too heavy and holding me down! “No! No!”

He stopped and I knew he came in me. I could feel it and I knew that when I lied to my husband about being pregnant last night I didn’t take my pill this morning…  

 

Taking Another Man’s Wife Scene III

Standing over the bed, watching her sleep, I wanted to remember her just as she was. Beautiful, calming, sexy. Who was my wife dreaming about? Who was she making love to in her mind? Was it me…

Her phone was on the nightstand, her laptop was on the kitchen table, her iPad on the bed next to her. I didn’t know what was on them, if they were locked, if they were evidence. I’d stared at each on of them, ran my fingers across the keyboard of the laptop and watched it come to life but I just couldn’t be that man. Did I want to be the man that looked through my wife’s things? The man that needed validation that I was enough for her?

Fuck! I wasn’t that man!

I wasn’t that man… but insomnia had a way of making even the most logical and sane of us crazy. I reached for her phone…

Raquel  

 “What are you doing?!” I opened my eyes and saw him holding the phone in his hand! My heart was in my throat, I was so tired when I closed my eyes that I didn’t lock my phone. I panicked, my husband saw me panic. He was too calm, the cable box read 3:32am and he was wide awake and fully dressed standing over me.

“Why do you have my phone?” When I sat up the sheet fell from my neck and I was naked from the waist up. Using sex to stop my husband from breaking both our hearts made me feel no less than a whore but what was my alternative? Him opening my text and seeing his world text another man about how his dick felt in her throat?

“Come back to bed baby? Please… Come to bed.” I hoped to God he couldn’t hear the desperation in my voice. My mouth was dry, I could feel the sweat on my thighs and back, I wasn’t this woman. Please God don’t let him open that phone.

“Just tell me the truth Rocky. JUST TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH!!!” I jumped and my back hit the headboard, we didn’t yell at each other, our fights were silly and over and fast as they started. He’d never yelled at me. In my mind I knew if he’d already looked at the phone his hands would be around my throat right now.

In my heart I knew it was just a matter of time before shit got real! I wasn’t ready to lose my husband, my life. The tears started to fall and he squeezed the phone tighter, my body was doing nothing for him. My nipples always got him hard, we woke up in the middle of the night and made love almost on a nightly basis, it was like our bodies were synced for it.

But tonight my body wasn’t going to get me out of this. He knew, I knew he knew but he didn’t know.

“Fuck this Raquel! He turned on the phone and jumped out the bed and tried to grab it! He pushed me down and turned his back to me! I wasn’t going to fight my husband for this phone! My phone! He couldn’t find out about this!

“I’m pregnant! I’m pregnant okay!”

The lie came off my tongue so convincing my hand went to my stomach to protect a baby that wasn’t there. He dropped the phone on the hardwood floor, I hoped it crashed into a million pieces but it just sat there, screen up. Hunting me.

I touched his face, I was driving this man crazy and now I’d done the one thing I promised I would never do. I lied to him about the son he wanted more than anything in this world. “I’m pregnant and I didn’t want you to find out like this! Things between us have been so tense and I just didn’t want you to find out like this baby!”

I could feel the bile at the back of my throat but I knew him, I knew he loved me. I saw in his eyes that he believed me, I wasn’t a groupie or mistress. I was his wife! Wives didn’t lie about these sorts of things.

“You should have told me, you should have told me.” He fell to his knees and put his lips against my stomach. I could feel his tears on my skin. “I’m sorry Rocky, I’m sorry baby.”

My ring shined in the moonlight and my phone was lighting up on the floor behind him. I was going to hell but at least I had another night with my husband not knowing the truth. Because if he did I had no doubt he would burn this house to the ground with me in it.

Scene IV coming tomorrow exclusively on http://www.demezw.com where reading and writing live!

 

 

 

 

Taking Another Man’s Wife… Scene I

There’s always some truth behind ‘I’m just playing,’ or ‘you can’t take a joke.’ No matter how genuine the smile or how she touches you after she says it. Something inside of her, no matter how small is thinking the words that are spoken. Men aren’t supposed to show emotions, we aren’t supposed to question how someone feels about us if they’re there for us.

She’s lying in bed every night, there every morning. Breakfast is cooked and kisses and hugs are exchanged but in your heart they aren’t the same. It’s all in the warmth, it’s in the warmth. That warm feeling when her body presses up against yours and neither one of us want to let go. That feeling that you know would never go away just isn’t there.

How do you control that? How do you stop yourself from grabbing her and asking her to be honest! To make me believe that this is all in my head! Women have female intuition, men have a gut. In my gut I knew I was losing her. But I didn’t know why…

I just didn’t know why!

“Is everything alright Raquel?” She put her phone on the table and sat on my lap, when she rubbed my face my heart started to beat faster. When she touched my lip with her finger I felt like there wasn’t a more beautiful woman on the face of this earth.

“Everything is fine baby. What’s going on with you? You no like me cooking no more?” She pouted and used her silly accent. She took my hand and slid it under her nightgown. Her job allowed her the option of working from home or in the office, it all depended on her mood. Today must have been a lounge day.

Her hand guided my fingers inside of her, “Can you feel that? I’m wet for you baby, It will always be this way for you.” She grabbed my face and looked into my eyes while she pushed my hand inside of her harder. She pulled it out and licked her juices off my fingers and then she kissed me.

“Can I taste it before you go to work baby?” Before I looked at the clock on the stove she was on her knees in front of my chair, I was inside her mouth. The slurping and moaning the only noise in the room, her mouth was warm and wet. She was the only woman I’d never known that got just as wet giving head as she did receiving it. She stopped, looked up at me and wiped her mouth, never taking her hands from around my dick.

Standing up she took her gown off and stood in front of me naked as the day she was born. Placing her fingers inside herself she rubbed them across my lips.

“This is yours and what I just had in my mouth is mine. I don’t know what I did to make you question me but stop it; I know you better than you know yourself and I hear everything you aren’t saying. Everytime you walk out the door you look at me like I’m not going to be here when you get back! Please stop that!”

When she sat on it, I grew another inch and she didn’t move. She didn’t bounce or ride or grind, she just sat there with me inside her, her hands around my neck. Her tears falling on my face. “Stop treating me like I don’t love you!” I gripped her ass and moved her slowly, I bit her collarbone and she played in my hair.

“I can’t imagine what my life would be like with you Rocky…. I can’t baby…” She started to move faster and she became wetter and I became harder and the bite marks became rougher! We were making love but this was something different, something with more emotion, with more intensity!

Being inside of this woman was the closest I’d ever come to Heaven. Being inside of her was a feeling that I’d looked forward to since the first night in that hotel room. Since the first night in the parking lot of that movie theater.

“I’m not going anywhere baby! Fuck me like you don’t want me to leave! Please! Fuck me like you love me! Ohhhhhhh! Awwwwww!”

The sound of her voice turned me on sooo damn much! I picked her up, still inside of her and sat her on the table. Peeking at the clock I knew I wasn’t going to make it to work on time but at this point I didn’t give a fuck. Puling out of her and pushing her down on the table I started to kiss her thighs, her insides were so wet, she was always so wet!

When I kissed her clit I could feel her tremble and when I sucked it I could feel her inhale and exhale. If being inside of her was Heaven then eating her was Heaven on earth. I wanted to believe her, I wanted to believe her tears. She’d never lied to me, never betrayed me but even with her thighs on my ears and her hands in my hair and my fingers tracing those big pretty nipples I couldn’t shake the doubt.

I just couldn’t shake the doubt…  

Raquel

Wearing his shirt that was covered in our sweat and my juices I sat on the bed and watched this man that loved me so much take a quick shower and drive off. When he kissed me goodbye it took everything in me not to fall to my knees and…

Expectations can be great but when someone needs so much from you. When they look and treat you like you can do no wrong! When he wants so much from me emotionally I just needed a break. I just needed to feel normal, like the weight of the world wasn’t on my shoulders!

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, for better or worse, richer or poorer. I wanted to be faithful but it just happened and I fell in love. My husband is my world, he would die for me and I don’t doubt that for a second but I also know he would never forgive me! He could never forgive me!

So I look him in his face, I kiss him and make love to him and laugh with him and encourage him only to lie to him. We’re never gonna break up because I’d tie him to the bed and burn this house down before I let him find out the truth and look at me with disappointment.

I’m Another Man’s Wife and he’s just going to have to accept that or God help us when the truth comes out.

She’s Out Of Your League…

I didn’t feel bad about what I’d done, some men deserved to be with certain women. She was just not built for him, the way her ass fit right in everything she wore. She made every car I owned look good, we went out last night, every head turned. I know it was fucked up but real niggas just take what they want. He was standing in front of me looking like he was about to cry, I was tired of having this conversation with his love drunk ass.

“What did you expect?”

Handing him the drink he downed it in one motion and poured himself another, I’d never seen him look this rough in my life. Wrinkled jeans, an old t-shirt, he was a pretty boy to the core. I guess he was really fucked up over this.

“I didn’t expect this shit! I loved the girl!”

Sitting my glass down on the rail, taking off my suit jacket, it was time to be real with him. The fireworks looked amazing from up here. I was about to tell him of Renee’s Independence.

“Let me ask you a question? Is Renee the baddest bitch you’ve ever been with? Seriously, we’ve been with a lot of women, you ever seen one realer than her?”

He downed another drink and stood next to me on the balcony, it wasn’t a hard question to answer. We both knew the answer to it.

“Of course not, the first night we saw her in the club every dude in there was trying to get at her and I’m the one that got her number.”

I smiled at the memory, he was always good at getting numbers, he just couldn’t keep them.

“And you got mad props for that shit, the whole team was giving you love because you scooped her up but I knew it wouldn’t work.”

As soon as the words left my mouth I knew he knew. Maybe he didn’t know I was fucking her and she was on her way over here but he knew something. It was inevitable.

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY SOME SHIT LIKE THAT TO ME?! YOU KNEW IT WOULDN’T WORK! I’M GETTING HER BACK MAN! THAT’S MY WORD!”

I turned and faced him, took my gun out my holster and sat it on the rail next to my drink. He looked at it and took a step back, I wouldn’t shoot up but I needed to prove a point.

“Calm your ass down! And listen to me for a second. Women like Renee, she’d rather be with a made nigga that’s paid, trickin, layin pipe… than be with an average nigga that’s treating her like a Queen. It’s not her fault though, look how fine she is, look at all the attention she gets. Why the fuck would she ever work a real job?”

His hands were on his head, he was pacing, looking at my gun. I’d taken the clip out just in case he tried to grab it but the truth was I didn’t think he had the heart to grab it. He just wasn’t built like that.

“So what you sayin D? Me loving her ain’t enough? I see the way she looks at me, she want me like I want her! We talk on the phone all the time, I know I’m not imagining shit!”

This nigga talking about “talking on the phone,” and I’m talking about taking her to places she’s never seen. Buying her shit that hugs her body like a glove, he just doesn’t get it. Maybe for some women it’s about the love but for her…

“Look, you my man so I’m go keep it real with you… She out of your league, she was from the first night you tried to talk to her. I don’t know why she gave you any play in the first place. Maybe it was because you’re a good man. And you are a good man. How many times have you covered for me? Lied for me? You even took that weed charge for me when you knew I was on probation. You a good dude but this game not made for suckers.”

He threw his glass across the living room and it shattered into the door.

“You calling me a sucker because I’m a “good dude.””                   

I grabbed his shirt and slammed him into the patio door!

“I’M CALLING YOU A SUCKER YOUR BITCH CHOSE! THAT’S WHY I ASKED YOU TO MEET ME OVER HERE! Look outside, look at the view. Look around you, women like Renee, she knows I’m not about shit when it comes to being faithful or holding her down if she’s sick or some shit. But I’m giving her the life, the access, shit you can’t give her because you’re not a made nigga.”

I was ruining my friendship but some women were worth a friend or two.

“WHAT?! ALL THESE YEARS AND YOU DO THIS TO ME OVER A WOMAN? I LOVE HER GOT DAMMIT!”

“AND I DON’T LOVE HER! BUT I LOVE HER ASS AND THE HEAD AND EVERYTHING ELSE COMPLETELY MATERIAL AND PHYSICAL ABOUT THE BITCH! WE BEEN BOYS A LONG TIME, YOU COULD HAVE RODE WITH US WHENEVER YOU WANTED BUT YOU CHOSE TO BE AVERAGE! YOU CHOSE THAT LIFE! AIN’T A DAMN THING CHANGED WITH ME, YOU STILL MY MAN! BUT IF YOU CHOOSE TO CATCH FEELINGS AND ACT LIKE A BITCH OVER THIS! THEN FUCK YOU…”

I let him go and pushed him, I was tired of it. Tired of pretending we didn’t live in different worlds.

“You call me a sucker, take my girl and disrespect me?” He was standing there with murder in his eyes.

“I did and it’s nothing you can do about it but move on… Go find some lame bitch and have lame kids and a white picket fence. Get the fuck out of my apartment before I forget we WERE boys.”

He didn’t say anything else, just looked at me with murder in his eyes but he was a lame. I wasn’t scared. He opened the door and Renee was standing there tipsy and smiling, when she saw him she jumped back, surprised.

“I’m sorry…”

He spat at her, “Fuck you bitch!”

I knew it wasn’t over…

 

The Best Stocking Stuffer Ever!!! Walking Down the Aisle

1. The characters jump off the page, they’re true to real life and drama is the best thing you can read about. Passion, intense dialogue and moments that will make you ask the question, ‘what would I do in that situation?”

2. Black Friday, Cyber Monday, Christmas Shopping! Family get togethers, hanging Christmas lights. The Holidays can be tiring, sit back and read a book, the music playing, the heat blowing. Baileys and hot chocolate.

3. Allow your mind to wonder.