doing.
I’m sure she was switching her ass all the way to her car, but I didn’t even bother to watch. As soon as I got my rocks off, you could twirl around naked and I ’d barely notice. It’s just the way I was, and I made no apology for it, especially since I never played like I was any different.
I jumped in the shower, then dressed and headed to the office, my body relaxed and ready for work.
Darnel
8
Two weeks after my wedding fiasco, I was sitting in my dad’s living room, drinking Grey Goose from the bottle and “trying” to watch TV. I say trying because my father was getting his late-night exercise, and the way his “workout partner” was crying out, I could barely hear myself think. She was so loud that I almost felt embarrassed for her, but then again, this wasn’t the first woman who had snuck over here after ten for a booty call since I ’d moved in with my dad. This one was by far the loudest, though.
What I didn’t understand was how my father never got caught up in any drama, because he sure enough had himself one hell of a middle-aged harem. Tonight it was some woman who taught Bible study at the church, but what they were doing up there sure wasn’t godly.
Speaking of ungodly, I lifted the bottle and took a long, hard swig of the vodka. I swished the liquor around in my mouth, closing my eyes and savoring it, until an image of Keisha appeared in front of me. I wasn’t quite drunk yet, but I was definitely on my way. I ’d been drinking pretty heavily lately, but it still wasn’ttaking away the pain of what Keisha and Omar had done to me.
I know this sounds crazy, especially after what went down between her and Omar two weeks ago, but I missed Keisha. Don’t get me wrong; I hated her, but in some distorted, sick way, I missed her too. It was as if a piece of me was missing from my life, and deep down, I knew it was her. Now I knew why so many couples got back together after one of them got caught cheating. God, was I ever going to stop loving her? I swallowed the liquor and opened my eyes to erase the image of her face. I felt so alone.
I heard through the grapevine that Keisha had taken our honeymoon tickets and gone on vacation. Can you believe that crap? That heifer had a lot of nerve sitting out on some sandy Jamaican beach, drinking fruity cocktails out of coconut shells after her treacherous behavior had destroyed my life. I knew she was back now, because I ’d scoped out her car outside her job this afternoon, but she still hadn’t shown her face, not even around her own family.
Rumor had it that Omar had gone down to Jamaica with her, but then my boy Charles told me that Omar hadn’t been released from the hospital until a few days ago. It seems I ’d given him quite the ass whipping. My lawyer said I was lucky I hadn’t been charged with attempted murder.
A couple of my friends said he wanted to see me so he could apologize, but I still couldn’t forgive him. Not in a million years. I couldn’t even think of him without seeing an image of him riding my woman and enjoying every moment. How was I ever supposed to forgive the man who helped rip my life apart while calling me a friend? A best friend.
I kept thinking, What if I hadn’t gone up to her roomthat night? What if I had married her, totally in the dark about her cheating? What if she’d gotten pregnant? What if …? I had too many unanswered questions. I lifted the bottle again. Yeah, I was a brother needing all the liquid tranquilizer that I could find, even though no amount of drinking took the edge off the pain of my broken heart.
After one more swig from the bottle, I decided to do something I knew would end up coming back to haunt me. Nevertheless, it was something my heart was telling me I had to do if I was ever going to get any answers to my questions. I picked up the phone and dialed Keisha’s number. I know—stupid, right?
“Hello?” Keisha sounded shocked. I’m sure she had recognized my
I’m sure she was switching her ass all the way to her car, but I didn’t even bother to watch. As soon as I got my rocks off, you could twirl around naked and I ’d barely notice. It’s just the way I was, and I made no apology for it, especially since I never played like I was any different.
I jumped in the shower, then dressed and headed to the office, my body relaxed and ready for work.
Darnel
8
Two weeks after my wedding fiasco, I was sitting in my dad’s living room, drinking Grey Goose from the bottle and “trying” to watch TV. I say trying because my father was getting his late-night exercise, and the way his “workout partner” was crying out, I could barely hear myself think. She was so loud that I almost felt embarrassed for her, but then again, this wasn’t the first woman who had snuck over here after ten for a booty call since I ’d moved in with my dad. This one was by far the loudest, though.
What I didn’t understand was how my father never got caught up in any drama, because he sure enough had himself one hell of a middle-aged harem. Tonight it was some woman who taught Bible study at the church, but what they were doing up there sure wasn’t godly.
Speaking of ungodly, I lifted the bottle and took a long, hard swig of the vodka. I swished the liquor around in my mouth, closing my eyes and savoring it, until an image of Keisha appeared in front of me. I wasn’t quite drunk yet, but I was definitely on my way. I ’d been drinking pretty heavily lately, but it still wasn’ttaking away the pain of what Keisha and Omar had done to me.
I know this sounds crazy, especially after what went down between her and Omar two weeks ago, but I missed Keisha. Don’t get me wrong; I hated her, but in some distorted, sick way, I missed her too. It was as if a piece of me was missing from my life, and deep down, I knew it was her. Now I knew why so many couples got back together after one of them got caught cheating. God, was I ever going to stop loving her? I swallowed the liquor and opened my eyes to erase the image of her face. I felt so alone.
I heard through the grapevine that Keisha had taken our honeymoon tickets and gone on vacation. Can you believe that crap? That heifer had a lot of nerve sitting out on some sandy Jamaican beach, drinking fruity cocktails out of coconut shells after her treacherous behavior had destroyed my life. I knew she was back now, because I ’d scoped out her car outside her job this afternoon, but she still hadn’t shown her face, not even around her own family.
Rumor had it that Omar had gone down to Jamaica with her, but then my boy Charles told me that Omar hadn’t been released from the hospital until a few days ago. It seems I ’d given him quite the ass whipping. My lawyer said I was lucky I hadn’t been charged with attempted murder.
A couple of my friends said he wanted to see me so he could apologize, but I still couldn’t forgive him. Not in a million years. I couldn’t even think of him without seeing an image of him riding my woman and enjoying every moment. How was I ever supposed to forgive the man who helped rip my life apart while calling me a friend? A best friend.
I kept thinking, What if I hadn’t gone up to her roomthat night? What if I had married her, totally in the dark about her cheating? What if she’d gotten pregnant? What if …? I had too many unanswered questions. I lifted the bottle again. Yeah, I was a brother needing all the liquid tranquilizer that I could find, even though no amount of drinking took the edge off the pain of my broken heart.
After one more swig from the bottle, I decided to do something I knew would end up coming back to haunt me. Nevertheless, it was something my heart was telling me I had to do if I was ever going to get any answers to my questions. I picked up the phone and dialed Keisha’s number. I know—stupid, right?
“Hello?” Keisha sounded shocked. I’m sure she had recognized my
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