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I was about to give him a piece of my mind when my vision really came into focus, and I realized that Titus was kneeling on one knee with his pants off. Yes, my husband was clad with only a white wife-beater and his sexy black boxer-briefs. I rolled my eyes in an attempt to maintain by tough exterior, but the pure sight of him had me heated. I tried to think of a Bible verse that would calm the matrimonial lust that started to take up residence in my body – anything to allow me to be strong enough to confront him properly – but there were few things that I could not deny.
One: Titus was the finest piece of milk chocolate that I’d ever had the pleasure of indulging in. And two: I couldn’t resist my chocolate. He was two-hundred-and-ten-pounds of pure muscle stretched over a six foot frame. His dreads were neatly trimmed. His goatee was trimmed perfectly across his jaw line, and he had flawlessly silky cocoa-brown skin. This was the man who possessed calf muscles that were so big and taut that I could just rub them for hours on end.
For the next few seconds, I struggled internally on how to approach the situation at hand. He had to pay for standing me up. As incredibly fine as he was, Titus had gotten away with too much all too often. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to compose myself to think of my next point of action. It was then that he put the icing on the cake and made my decision for me. He stood up and pulled me to my feet, so that our bodies meshed together like they were meant to be one. Involuntarily wrapping my arms around his neck, I closed my eyes and prayed to the Gods for strength.
“Titus, you are so wrong!” I whined, pouting with my bottom lip poked out.
“I know, but let me make it right,” His baritone whisper blew the hot words into my ear, and they then maneuvered their way all throughout my body, heating me from the inside out. Oh, what this man did to me! He then pulled me back in for a long and tender kiss, moving his mouth from my lips to my neck, and finally travelling downward over my breasts.
I realized that I was losing the battle even more with each passing moment. It’s just not possible for a woman to turn down a hot night of passion with her husband when that is all she has craved for so long. I needed to feel the love that he was so graciously giving me. He broke the kiss and searched my eyes to see if I was ready to forgive him, and despite all common sense that said that I should feel otherwise – I was.
Reluctantly, I stood there in a passionate stupor and said, “I forgive you.” He smiled and licked his lips in that signature LL style, so I added, “For now.”
To break the awkward silence, I giggled like the vulnerable woman I was. The fact that he hadn’t made it home earlier filed itself neatly away in the Never Mind compartment of my mind – just like so many other broken promises, missed dates, and lonely nights. I had every right to be furious, and trust me, I wanted to be mad at him. I really did, but he made it hard for a sister. The sexy look in his eyes and the aching between my thighs pretty much cinched it for me. My spirit was too weak to deal with his shortcomings right at that very moment, so I masked the mischievous grin that threatened to spread across my face and gently pulled away from his embrace.
“Get back over here,” Titus said, as he picked me up, securing me in his arms. I loved the way that he held me effortlessly, making me feel as though I was as light as a feather. We kissed deeply as he walked to the staircase. He took the stairs two at a time, anxious to get me into our master bedroom.
Chapter 10
Titus
After making sweet love to my wife, I stayed in the bed enjoying the moment. I pulled the comforter up over her so that she wouldn’t get too cold. My Black Barbie laid in our bed of love with the afterglow of our passion all over her beautiful skin. At that very moment, I thought about kicking my own ass for even thinking about being with another woman when I had more than a man could ask for at home, Even worse, what was I doing fuckin
g around with her best friend? What kind of stupid shit was I getting caught up in? I pushed those pesky thoughts about Rhonda out of my mind. Thoughts of that crazy possessed woman had no place here, soiling our bedroom in our family home. I wrapped my arms tightly around wifey’s waist and held her until sleep overtook us both.
The next morning, the smell of bacon, eggs, and fresh cinnamon awakened me. I hopped out of bed happy as a sissy with a bag of dicks and dashed into the shower for a get-fresh quickie, so I could join Shayla in the kitchen. If I was lucky, I would be getting some fresh cinnamon-flavored pussy for breakfast, too.
Once I had shitted, showered, and shaved, I tossed on a pair of silk boxers and followed the delicious smell to the kitchen. I sprinted down the steps bouncing like a man that had just been born again. Now that Shayla had accepted my apology, and I was confident that we would be capable of starting things over on a new foot, I didn’t want to do anything ever again that could cause me to lose her.
When I turned the corner and entered the kitchen, I immediately felt like vomiting in my throat. I had completely lost my appetite. Rhonda had the nerve to bring her skanky ass up in my kitchen. There she was, sitting across from my wife, on my high-back breakfast chair, at my special ordered French-style breakfast table, and she had the biggest shit-eating grin plastered on her face that she could possibly have. Just that fast, my mood had gone from happy-go-lucky to straight boo boo. To my dismay, that fuckin’ chickenhead beamed at Shayla and pointed at me, saying, “Look who’s out of bed, Shayla! Good morning, sleepy head.”
Completely aware that I’d lost that pep in my stride, I walked into the kitchen slowly and stood beside my wife’s chair across from Rhonda. I purposefully kissed Shayla on the cheek, keeping my eye on Rhonda, and said, “Yeah.”
If she could read my body language, then she knew that the next time I saw her alone, I was going to administer a back hand pimp slap to her crooked jaw on general principal. On the real, she had some kind of nerve showing up here this morning.
“Hey, sleepy head,” Shayla said, interrupting my thoughts. Wifey was perkier than ever, smiling as she spoke. She had a way of radiating a room. I wished that I could appreciate her positive disposition fully, but with that whore watching my every move, I was salty. “I thought you were going to sleep the day away, mister.”
Greeting me properly, Shayla stood up from her chair, wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, and kissed me. As I hugged and kissed Shayla back, I looked over at Rhonda with fire in my eyes and wished her ass would POOF and be gone. When wifey broke contact, she had an unmistakable look of pride on her face. I knew that she was happy to show off our love in front of her friend. Little did she know, that two-bit bitch across the table was anything but her friend.
“Guess what, baby?” she asked. “I made your favorite omelet this morning with bacon, ham and red peppers.” She walked over to the microwave and retrieved a saran-wrapped plate. She then walked back over to where I was standing and waved it in front of my nose. A carefully prepared meal consisting of my favorite omelet, a half a dozen fresh sliced strawberries, and grits was perfectly arranged on my plate.
“I also made cinnamon waffles, but I was waiting for you to come down, so that I could make yours fresh for you.” Then, she whispered in my ear, “I planned to feed you breakfast in bed, but since Ronnie came over, we can just eat down here. She’s feeling down in the dumps, because some jerk she spent the night with last night attacked her.”
I cringed and caught myself, hoping that Shayla wouldn’t take notice. I took the plate out of Shayla’s hand and said, “No need for you to make waffles now. I’ll just eat what you have here.” My eyes were glued on our intruding guest. It was funny how, which in just a matter of hours, Rhonda had now become an intruder where she used to be welcome.
Snapping out of my trance, I told Shayla, “Well, you girls chit chat for a little bit. I’m going to take my food upstairs and watch some ESPN. I want you back in my bed ASAP woman.” I gave Shayla a forced smile and then turned my attention to Rhonda. “Rhonda, if you don’t mind, the wife and I want to get back to bed for a day in, so don’t keep her too long with your issues.” I said through clenched teeth, putting an emphasis on ‘issues’ to try and help her remember that her issues could get a whole hell of a lot worse.
I kissed my unsuspecting wife with enough of that T-passion to leave her in a tailspin. I stood close enough to her so that she could feel my lower region’s reaction to the kiss, and said, “I need you to come up to bed very soon, feel me?”
“Understood Mr. Wilson,” she smiled, twirling strands of hair around her finger. I was just about to head back up stairs when Shayla said, “You are so sinful, Titus Montre.”
If only you knew the half, I thought. I shot Rhonda a look mixed with disgust and a silent threat to warn her to hold her peace. Either she would heed my warning, or she would feel the burn of my piece. Shayla followed behind me and out of the earshot of that skeezer and continued, speaking under her breath so as not to be heard, “Ronnie really has some major issues. Some grimy negro jumped on her last night. “
Biting down hard on a piece of bacon, I simply said, “No shit?”
“Yeah, so give me just a few minutes to talk to her, and I will happily oblige your every wanton need later, mister. You know I don’t have a problem with that. Funny thing is that she was just about to tell me who he was when you walked in. And If I can get her to tell me who this punk is I want you to sick your dogs on him pronto. Okay, babe?”
What the fuck!? My wheels were turning. I’d be damned if I was leaving Shayla alone with that home wrecking wench now. I was glad that thinking quick on my feet came with the territory of running these streets. I shook my head and said, “No, baby girl. If you stay down here with Rhonda and her drama, you’ll be down here until night falls. I tell you what. You mosey them fine ass hips of yours on upstairs and get ready for a double dose of last night, and I’ll get the rest of the story, including the name of this nigga from Rhonda. I put my life on the fact that she won’t have to worry about that happening to her again! I got this.” I pleaded with the wife, because I had to take control of this situation and fast.
