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Dr. Dangerfield believed Brenda’s new vision for her marriage was more of a concession to her own guilt and in a desperate response to Roselle’s pathological cheating than anything else. She had cautioned them both to tread carefully.
Roselle’s request for an open marriage was for selfish reasons, not because he was invested into the art of love, passion, and openness but because it afforded him an open-ended invitation to new pussy.
And, although there was an allure in openly allowing room for a partner to be sexual with someone other than their partner, knowing this couple, Dr. Dangerfield predicted nothing but disaster for Brenda and Roselle.
But only time would tell.
“It should be interesting,” Brenda said, slicing into Dr. Dangerfield’s reverie.
Dr. Dangerfield offered a smile. “Well, then enjoy the journey.”
She eyed Brenda. And just as she made her way toward the door, Brenda turned back and asked, “Do you think I’m a messy bitch for not telling him?”
Dr. Dangerfield gave her a questioning look.
“About—you know, sleeping with his brother?”
“Mrs. Woods, I think you are a woman doing what she feels she needs to do. And that is your cross to bear. The question is, do you see yourself as messy?”
Brenda ran a hand through her hair. “I do. But—oh well.”
Dr. Dangerfield’s lips pursed ever so lightly. “Then stay true to who you are.”
Fifty-One
“I’m not gay.”
Krista shrugged as she stared blankly at the man she loved. “I don’t know that.”
Kendall frowned. “Well, I’m telling you. I’m not. And I’m not some DL cat living a double life, either.”
“Your actions speak otherwise.” Krista fought to keep the bite out of her tone. She was still angry, still hurt, still shocked. But she was no longer homicidal—thanks to prayer. However, she found herself struggling to keep from jumping up and smacking his face, punching him in his mouth, his chest, upside his head. She wanted to fight him for lying to her, for embarrassing her, for deceiving her.
She stared at him, through him. “If I’m not mistaken, I’d asked you a few years back if you wanted to get fucked in your ass and you’d told me no. Remember that?”
Kendall’s brows furrowed. He hadn’t remembered that. Well, vaguely, he did.
Oh so now he wanted to play stupid. Krista sucked her teeth. “You came home and told me some bullshit story about some man down at the barbershop liking his ass fingered—and I specifically asked you if you had anything you wanted to tell me.”
Kendall swallowed.
Damn. She remembered that. Just like a woman. Remembering every-damn-thing. He said nothing, and Krista took that to mean he had nothing to say. But the truth was, if he admitted to remembering the conversation, it would more than likely turn into an argument. He hadn’t come here for that.
“All I ever wanted,” she continued, “was for us to have an honest relationship, to grow closer in spirit; that’s it, Kendall.”
Kendall gave her a pained look. “I wanted that too, Krista. I did. But . . .” He sighed.
Krista’s jaw twitched. “But what?”
Kendall sucked in his breath. “You never made it easy, Kris. You were so judgmental and—”
Krista’s nose flared. “Bullshit! Do not make this about me. You should have been man enough to tell me you liked it in the ass. You owed me that, Kendall. The goddamn truth.”
He tensed, his gaze focusing intently on her. “You’re right. I should have told you. I should have been man enough to tell you about my secret desires. That I loved my ass licked—by a woman. That I loved the feeling of having my prostate massaged, milked—by a woman. But I didn’t—I couldn’t. And I apologize for that, Kris. I knew how adamantly opposed you were to the idea. And getting a divorce was the last thing I wanted. So, no, Kris, I wasn’t going to confess my sexual desires with you. Because I didn’t want to lose you.”
Krista felt tears swimming somewhere in the back of her eyeballs, and so she blinked several times to ward them back. She wasn’t going to shed one goddamn tear in front of this, this . . . freaky-ass bastard!
Krista shook her head solemnly. “You knew I wasn’t signing up for none of that nasty shit. You knew this!”
