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Dear Gladys,
Last weekend was absolutely amazing! Saturday, me and James got up and got dressed, then went to the mall for like, two hours. I shopped until I got too tired to swipe his black Visa, and then we went to Target and I'm pretty sure we found some stuff we’re going to decorate our new house with. Oh yeah, he’s leaving you honey, and we are starting a life together, so take this note as a heads up and get ready. On the way home, we stopped and ate at that Mexican restaurant you love so much, which was so freaking delicious. The whole day – including us playing tennis for four hours in total, two hours before we left and two when we got back – was beautiful. Then, when night fell, we went to a foam dance, and we beat the breaks off of all the other people there. Who would have known I would ever dance in foam completely topless with nothing on but some itsy bitsy little shorts? It was very fun. And James, let me not mention that James had no shirt on either during the dance.
Mmmm, he is fucking sexy, and I love making love to him, every minute of it. You can only wish that you could have been me and have as much fun as we did. Yes, me and your husband had fun, but you won’t be holding the “wifey” title for long. Yes, he has told me that he plans to leave you soon, but is waiting for the best time for the children. He loves those children to death, and I can’t blame him for that, I love them too! But you, honey, I don’t see how you put up with what he does to you. Hmph, damn shame… But I guess that’s what happens when you force a man to stay with you out of pity when you know that he doesn’t even love you any more, right?
This morning, I woke up in his arms, again. I live for the weekends and spending time with him. He loves spending time with me, so it’s obvious I’ve got something that you don’t. Oh, we are about to go eat, play some more tennis, then who knows. Life is good. You can email me back, but I doubt I'll answer! James and I will be out enjoying our time together. I love James LaQuinn, so move over bitch!
Forever His Woman
I had let her words sink in after re-reading them over and over again. Why was James staying with me for so long? Could it really be because he pitied me? It couldn’t just be because of the children. Men don’t stay with women for six long years just because of the children. They’re too selfish. Why could he just leave me be and let me go?
Just thinking about that woman’s message, Dr. Phil’s wise words resounded in my mind, “In order for people to start taking you serious, you have to first take yourself serious.” It reminded me of my father’s words so long ago. It’s not that I was conditioned to believe a bogus, unidentifiable woman who was so chicken shit that she had to step to me over an email instead of in person, but James didn’t give me much hope for our marriage to hold onto, either. Between his violent temper towards me, his unexplained time away from home, and his lies, I couldn’t do anything but believe this whore’s story. It’s funny how we know the right things to do in life, but either choose not to, or are too afraid to put what we know into action.
With that in mind, I decided to show James instead of tell him that I was capable of living my life without dealing with his abrasiveness and cheating behavior. And I was starting with this weekend away from home. Throwing caution to the wind and allowing the wind to move me closer to Miami, I was hyped to do something for me – live life – if only for a few days before I returned to the slow agonizing death that was my marriage.
I wasn’t quite sure how to deal with him at this point, but I knew one thing was for sure – I wasn’t going to deal with it this weekend. A good friend once told me, "Gladys, you either get busy living, or get busy dying." It's funny how things work themselves out, but for the rest of my life this weekend would often be remembered as the beginning of the era that my life began. What began as a single weekend to regroup would soon turn into frequent trips to refresh my mind, body, and soul in the beautiful city of Miami.
Chapter 6
Rhonda
I hung up the phone with Shayla and decided to indulge in round two with the fine specimen that rested quietly under my pink satin sheets, sleeping like a baby. Leaving my lacy red two-piece lingerie ensemble on the bedroom floor, I headed for a quick shower. After showering with my favorite vanilla shower gel and softening my mocha skin with a delicate lotion, I headed back into the bedroom and eased over to the bed exuding the sensuality of a lioness. I massaged my sleeping companion’s muscular body, starting at his chest and working down to his feet. A broad naughty smile spread across my face as he stirred about in the bed.
His lower midsection responded just like I thought it would. No man could resist the power of my touch. When his eyes opened and a smile slowly crept upon his lips, I damn near exploded with thoughts of our early evening escapade. God, I love this man!
Akin to an act of nature, he reached up and cupped my breasts, one in each hand. I could feel the heat radiating from his touch. The moment was perfect, until he spoke the untimely words that broke the mood.
"What time is it, Ronnie? I gotta get going.”
I responded in a feline whisper into his Burberry-scented, chocolate brown earlobe. "Time for round two."
His manhood came to a peak under the silken sheets, letting me know I had his full attention. I lay next to him on my back and gently took his right hand into mine, guiding it to the abyss of wetness between my thighs. I needed him to feel the pleasures that awaited him there. I would give my last dime for him to fill the void in between my thighs forever.
His face followed the wetness, and he said, “Mmmmm. I see lil’ mama still wet for Daddy,” as he flickered his tongue across my swollen lips before inserting his tongue deep into my love.
“You tastin’ good, too,” he murmured softly.
I felt the brink of an orgasmic wave coming down when he abruptly stopped his tongue tease and smacked me hard on the thigh.
“What you stop for?” I asked caught between a tailspin and a hard place. I needed the feeling he was about to give me more than I needed air to breathe.
“I gotta go. I got business to take care of.”
Business? He couldn’t be serious. He was already taking care of business, and he needed to get back to the issue at hand. Instead of flipping out like I wanted to, I did the only thing I thought would make him stay. I begged.
“Please, baby. Just stay a little while longer. Make love to me one more time. I want to feel you one more time tonight. I need to know that you care. Please stay. I love you.”
Much to my dismay, he ignored my pleas, fidgeted around the floor until he found his pants, and retrieved his cell phone out of his pocket.
“I was just teasing with ya’ ass. You know how I do,” he said flippantly, as he opened his cell phone case. “Fourteen missed calls?! Shit!” He jumped up. "You were supposed to wake me up at eight. What the fuck… ? It‘s 9:45!”
Before I could respond, he had gathered his clothes off the floor and was closing the bathroom door behind him. I knew that he had to leave and why, which is exactly why I intentionally let him oversleep in the first place. Though Titus had not informed me about his plans for a romantic evening with Shayla, I knew all about their little plans. It was supposed to be a special night for my best friend and her husband, yet he had spent most of the night with me. Earlier that day, I helped Shayla’s pathetic ass shop for their dinner, candles, negligee, and the whole nine yards. It was actually quite funny shopping with her, knowing the whole while that I would be the one getting the true prize – his time.
As soon as Shayla filled me in on the fact that she had planned to rekindle something special with Titus, I had to infiltrate. If I had anything to do with it, that would never happen. I laughed maniacally at the thought. Shayla, rekindling a romance with a man that rightfully belonged to me? That would be a negative.
Just minutes ago, Shayla had been on the phone pouring her sweet little heart out about Titus when all along I was the reason she was home alone. She was probably at home right now, making the difficult choice of which vibrator to use, and I could care less about whether she was fucking the pink rabbit or the Mocha Chocolate dildo tonight. I helped her ‘need some love’ butt pick them both out. I swear, she could be so pathetic.
If years of friendship went down the drain over Titus, then so be it. I loved him with all that I had in me to love. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Shayla like a sister, but the love that I had for Titus was second to none. I felt like vomiting in my throat every time I watched him cater to that bitch. The concern and care that Titus displayed for Shayla, ‘his wifey’, was sickening. More importantly, his affections belonged to me! And it was high time he figured that tidbit out.
