I slept my birthday away, not waking up until my mom brought my kids home on Sunday night, and even then I had to put on heavy makeup and pretend like everything was fine when deep down I felt like I wanted to die.
Morris played his role, smiling and playing with the kids, but not telling them that he hit me so hard that my face was bruised.
I let things die down, not speaking to Morris that much just going to work, taking care of the kids, and making sure I was sleep by the time he got home. My week was going by fine, and I just wanted to get to MJ’s party in peace when I got a text message from Titus on Friday.
“I need to see you.” Was all it said. I didn’t respond, thinking it was some sort of trick. I didn’t know who, but somebody told Morris that I was with somebody. There was no telling who was watching us or maybe it could have been Titus himself trying to stir up some shit. Either way I needed to be sane for my son’s party without any bruises on my face, but driving home I had the urge to see him.
Maybe get a hug and tell him that tomorrow we had to be on our best behavior. On the drive from work to the barbershop I told myself we weren’t going to have sex. I wasn’t going to kiss him, and maybe we shouldn’t even touch, but going into the barbershop and seeing him all those ideas went away.
“Hey, you.” He was finishing up with a client.
“I need to talk to you somewhere in private.”
“Yeah. Come back here.” I followed him to a supply room in the back, and as soon as he closed the door we were all over each other.
“I missed you.” The words slipped out as I almost cried thinking about what I had been through in the last week.
“I missed you, too.” He pulled my blouse open and scooped my titties out before I could stop him.
“We can’t.” I whispered not really wanting him to stop.
“Why not?” He asked me, and I didn’t have a good reason. He made me feel so good last week, and with everything that happened since then I deserved some pleasure. My skirt went up and my panties came down as he pulled me up and pinned me to the wall. Kisses on my lips made me forget everything I wanted to tell him, somehow I was transported back in time to when we were younger and our only worries were getting to school on time and washing the dishes.
In a storage room with towels, shampoo, and hooded dryers I felt Titus nestle his way inside my wetness. Once his head broke into my pussy all of my worries went away.
I wasn’t the neglected wife anymore covering up bruises and crying into a pillow at night, but I was transported back to when we were teenagers. Back to when we used to skip school and hide out in his room down in his Mom’s basement and have sex all day and then hide in his closet when she came home.
Those were the fun times when we used to fuck for endless hours, making what we thought was passionate love, but right now this was the passion. Him moving inside me, holding me up with my back pressed against the storeroom wall. Our moans blending with each other pressing into each other feeling his fire inside me.
I squeezed my eyes tight, holding onto him for dear life as he whispered to me.
“This is my pussy.” I believed him. I hadn’t felt this way with anybody else but him.
“Say it with me.”
“This is your... Yours…” I screamed way louder than I meant to, but I couldn’t help it. He had picked up the pace, and I was cuming. I didn’t mean to, but it was happening. My fingers in his back as he bit my neck.
I felt him fill me again, and my eyes burst open.
“No... Don’t…” I couldn’t stop him, it was already happening. Again he was cuming inside me and his seeds spilling down my thigh as he let me down and pulled out.
“Damn, that was good.” He laughed as we both tried regaining our breath.
“Why do you keep doing that?” He handed me a towel to wipe my leg with.
“Doing what?”
“Cuming inside me, T.” I threw the towel at him, and he laughed.
“I want you to have my baby.”
“You can’t be serious.” He stepped to me rubbing my face, but it hurt. Wincing I pulled away from him.
“What’s wrong with your face?” I couldn’t think of a lie quick enough, looking into his face I could tell he was already thinking of what I was trying not to tell him.
“I... I hit a door.” He stepped back looking at me.
“You hit a door?”
“Yeah... I was just being clumsy. Ran into a door.” I looked away as his phone rang on the storage shelf.
“Did he hit you?” I couldn’t answer, my eyes were stuck on his phone. Rena’s name on the screen big like a fucking stop sign.
It couldn’t be the same Rena, no way in hell could it be the same bitch. He picked up the phone, glancing at it and then sliding it into his pocket.
“Rena, huh?”
“What?”
“Is that Moe’s baby momma Rena?”
“Answer my question first. Is he hitting you?” I felt like the dumbest bitch in the world. I could tell by the look on his face that I was right.
Fixing my clothes I tried not to flip out on his ass.
“Answer me.”
“Why... For what? What are you going to do about anything?”
“I can do a lot, dammit. If he’s hurting you…”
“You’re hurting me.” I screamed. “You are fucking me and that bitch; that hurts me.” The tears came, and I didn’t know why. “You could have just left me alone. You didn’t have to fuck me, you didn’t have to tell me you loved me. All of this bullshit that you probably tell her.” I was tired of sharing every man that I fucked with somebody else.
“Kisha...I.”
“Fuck that. Leave me the fuck alone. Go back to the way it was. Pretend like this shit didn’t happen. Better yet, stay the fuck away from me.” I walked out of the supply room with a million eyes on me in the barbershop, but I didn’t give a damn.
I ran past all of them out to my car and leaving the parking lot with tears coming down my face. I was tired of crying; every man in my life made me cry, and I was tired of it. No matter how much of myself I gave the more they took and never gave in return.
“No more, Titus... Just be fucking miserable.” I told myself that was my life. The miserable wife and mother with not a damn thing to look forward to. Fuck my life.