L ast night was nuts and I almost lost everything. I prayed hard that Skye wouldn’t say shit to my wife because I can’t lose her. No matter how I may come off to her, I love her. She is my fuckin’ heart. I would not be where I am in life if it wasn’t for her.
But the urge to fuck other women remained. And I thought that Aoki would be done with me after last night, but she had just texted me. She was the baddest bitch I have seen in a long time. Unfortunately, I had to chill. I needed to take time and regroup. Therefore, I wouldn’t be seeing Aoki any time soon.
Texting her couldn’t hurt.
Aoki: Are you okay after last night?
Me: Yeah. Shit was wild. How do you know my wife’s sister?
Aoki: We used to be friends. But as you can see she’s a little crazy.
Me: Yeah… lol How are you feeling tho?
Aoki: I’m good. I was wondering if you could get away from the wifey sometime this week.
Me: I don’t know. Shit got too real last night.
Aoki: That hoe Skye interrupted us. You know I was about to bounce on your dick all night.
Fuck. Just the thought of her pretty ass swallowing my dick made me horny. Right as I was about to respond, Nova walked in the front door. I could hear the alarm go off from upstairs. I quickly deleted Aoki’s messages and slid my phone in my pocket.
I went downstairs to greet her to see how she was feeling. And when I arrived, I could tell she was stressed about something.
“Are you okay?” I asked, slowly pacing towards her. Her eyes were red and she looked shook.
“I’m fine.” She tore her body away from me and went to the liquor cabinet to grab a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. I watched as she downed two shots of Grey Goose like it was nothing.
“Are you sure? What the hell happened? Where did you go?” I prodded. My wife looked as if she had been to hell and back. I began to fear that she knew about Kinasha or worse, her sister told her about Aoki.
“I hit a rabbit on the way to the store. And for some reason, it shook me up. A nice man came and cleaned the roadkill off my car. I’m fine but just a little shaken. That’s all,” she reasoned. But it seemed as if she were lying. I couldn’t try for more information because before I knew it, she was downing three more shots.
My wife was a lightweight and I knew that drinking like that was going to make her sick.
“Baby stop. No more. I need you to drink some water and I’ll run you a hot bath. Okay?” I offered as I pried the bottle of vodka out of her hand.
A single tear slipped down her cheek as she nodded. I walked her upstairs where I sat her at the edge of the bed. My nerves rattled as I went to run her bath water. Why was she really acting this way? I wondered.
And if she knew about the cheating, why didn’t she come out and say it. I prayed that she didn’t know, but it couldn’t stop me from texting her sister.
Me: Did you tell Nova?
Skye: No nigga. I need that internship.
I slipped my phone back into my pocket and wandered back into the bedroom to tell her the bath was ready.
“What’s wrong with me?” she asked while staring off into the distance.
“What do you mean?”
“Why have you been treating me so badly? I love you with every fiber of my being. But you’ve been treating me so horribly these last few weeks.”
Her words fell on me like a ton of bricks. It was never my intention to hurt her this way. I knew I had to make it up to her.
“I know, baby. And I apologize. It’s not you, it’s this fucking job. Gunning for this promotion has been really stressful but I promise to be better.”
She only shook her head and walked away from me. She went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me and I could hear her sink into the hot water.
Immediately, I knew what I had to do. I had to cut off those other chicks and just focus on my wife. I texted Aoki back and told her I couldn’t fuck with her anymore. Without waiting for a response, I blocked her number and then rushed to my car.
I hadn’t checked the phone that I used to communicate with Kinasha in days. I viewed her messages only to be annoyed at the fact that she was trying to ruin my career. She didn’t have much evidence to prove that we were sleeping together, so I knew that I could fight it. I could tell HR she was lying to get a promotion or to get back at me for turning her down. Even if she showed them text messages between us, I could still contest it.
Those messages came from my burner phone. Not my work or personal cell phone. She could have been talking to any nigga. I wasn’t worried about that little thot. I went back into the house and ordered dinner for my wife. I needed to turn over a new leaf, and I needed to do it fast.