His Work Wife (7 page)

Chapter Twelve: Kadeema

              Damn it, I needed to make something happen fast. I had no idea that Chase had videotaped us having sex. As upset as I was, I knew I had to handle my shit to keep Chase from blackmailing me. Ty could never know about Chase and me. It would destroy him. Pretty Brown Eyes blasted from my iPhone as a call came through.

              “Hello?”

              “Hey, ho’, whatchu doin’?” Keisha asked.

              Keisha was my road-dawg. We’d known each other since middle school and now that we worked together at Donovan Tools and Supply, it was fun. We got into all kinds of shit out there at that damn job. I could always count on her to hold me down, but I could never tell her of my deal with Chase. She would never understand. She and Tyrone were actually good friends and if I hurt him she would hate me.

              “Hey, girl, I was just chilling. About to get up and run some errands. Maybe hit the Galleria and visit the MAC store. I’m not sure yet.”

              “Ooh, come get me. I’ll ride out with you,” she insisted.

              Keisha didn’t need to be with me on this trip because I had something I needed to take care of. This was a solo mission and it would be better if she had no dealings with it. Besides, I was in no mood to play one hundred and one questions.

              “Umm, you can come with me next time? I have so much stuff to do and so little time before I have to pick up the boys. But I owe you one. I promise,” I convinced her.

              “Girl, yeah, that is fine! Holla at me later.”

              Okay, now that I had gotten out of that, I dressed in my black sweatpants and a black hoodie. Ty had mentioned where Ms. Presley went to have her hair done, so I decided to take a trip to The Galleria. Humph! Visible Changes was a very expensive place to get your doo did. I couldn’t help but wonder if Ty treated her to a salon visit every week. It didn’t matter, in due time he would be spoiling me the way he does her and Miss Thang would have to kick rocks!

              After I had calmed down a bit, I realized maybe this situation wouldn’t be so bad. I loved Ty and he loved me. I knew he wanted to be with me forever and once I helped Chase get what he wanted, I could have what I wanted. I
WOULD
be Mrs. Tyrone Marcel Chambers.

              My demands had increased since we began our affair in March. Honestly, it was never my intention to fall for him. Ty was just a mark for me, but he treated me like a lady and not the slut I portrayed myself to be. I did anything for attention, but with Ty, I could be the woman I always wanted to be.

              Ty and I only had friendly conversations for a few weeks before becoming intimate. He made me feel loved before he even touched me. Ty even gave me money to purchase a living room set I had been describing to him. Again, I’d never had anyone care enough to do anything for me. Yes, I knew he was married, but that had never stopped me before. The only difference was I wanted this one for myself.              

              The first time Ty and I were alone the room was filled with sexual tension. I could barely stand it. He wanted me just as much as I did him, and I could only imagine where the rest of the night would lead to.  We had both taken off from work to have some alone time. No sneaking around the building for kisses. No sneaking off around the corner to suck him off in his back seat. It was just us two alone at my house for the very first time. My mother had my sons. So, I cooked dinner, lit a few Vanilla Jasmine candles, and chilled a bottle of Moscato.

After a steak and potato dinner and a few glasses of Moscato, I was feeling very uninhibited. The slick spot between my legs was a mere indication of my next move. Rubbing my neck slowly, I allowed my hand to travel down my chest, caressing my perky breast. Ty’s mouth watered as he watched me massage my ripened nipples that resembled big, juicy blackberries. He rubbed his hand over his face as he was blindsided by my actions. His dick sprung to attention as the choice between doing right and wrong tortured him.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m making myself feel good,” I whispered, cocking my head to the side. “Does it bother you? Or does it turn you on? Let me ask you something….can
you
make me feel good?” I bit my bottom lip while steadying my gaze on Ty. I knew he was a bit nervous, but those nerves would take a backseat shortly.

“Shiit, I’m turned on like a muthafucka! But you know what you doing, too!”

“Mmm, and what am I doing?” I teased as I sampled my own honey. I became hotter than an egg on the sidewalk. Before he had a chance to respond, I swiped everything on the table onto the floor.   I walked over to where he was and sat my ass on the table in front of him while continuing to massage my creamy slit.

“Soooo, you just gonna sit there and stare at her? She’s lonely and crying out for attention. Do you see how wet she is? Those are her tears. Can you stop her from crying, Ty?”

He could no longer resist. Ty had become flustered. Without hesitation, he scooted his chair closer to the edge of the marble top placing my legs on his shoulders and leaned in for something sweet. The way he maneuvered his tongue was unparalleled. He sucked, licked, slurped, nibbled and anything else he could think to do with his mouth.

“Ssss… Ohhh, fuuck!” I screamed.

“Mmm hmm,” he slurped. “Did you really think I was gon’ turn this sweet pussy down? No, ma’am! I
live
to eat pussy! I eat it for me, not for you!”

I’d underestimated him! He’d only been down there for five minutes and I’d already climaxed three times. Damn! Make that four!

“Oh. My. God!”

“What?” Ty slurped. “Whatchu about to do?”

“Baby, I’m about to cum!”

“Oh yeah? Hold that thought,” he ordered. “Turn that ass over!”

In one swift motion, he flipped me on my stomach and began to finger my ass! He was tearing my ass up…literally! He fingered my tunnel until it was sloppy. This went on for a good thirty minutes. He ate it so right; I didn’t care if he gave me the sausage. But after this performance, I knew there was no way he wouldn’t want to fuck.

Ty finally stopped, allowing me to catch my breath. His dick looked like it was going to burst out of his jeans. Once he released the monster, I was actually a bit apprehensive. His member was one of the biggest I’ve ever seen. But once he thrust inside of me the first time I yearned for more. As loose as my snatch was from previous activity, his meat filled every bit of me. He delivered a few slow thrusts followed by forceful pumps. My body was still on the table with my feet by his ears. Ty picked me up from the table with his hardness snugly inside of me.

My ass continued to bounce up and down on his rod as he carried me toward the bedroom. In fact, he almost dropped me because my ass was so wet, his hands slipped. In the midst of us kissing in the hallway, the desire to taste him washed over my body. He was so fucking handsome and sexy, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have him in my mouth.

“Put me down” I directed.

“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked, confused.

“Nothing at all,” I winked.

My size ten feet touched the floor as he lowered me. Our lips met again as I massaged his hardness. Very impressive. We’d been at it for over an hour now and he was still at attention. Breaking our kiss, I made my way down his torso to his one-eyed monster. The precum oozing out of his tip confirmed he was ready for what I had to offer. Slightly intimidated by his size again, I had to wonder if I would choke on it, but there was no turning back. My tongue slithered up and down his shaft until I held him entirely in my mouth. Rotating my hands like salt and pepper shaker, licking his tip, his head rested against the wall.

“Mmm, you taste like banana cream pie,” I smirked.

I sucked until he couldn’t take it anymore. His knees buckled, causing him to brace himself against the wall.

“Kadeema, shit!” he grunted. “I’m about to cum!”

I nodded my head giving him permission to shoot his load in my mouth. And when he did, it was hot and creamy as the hot lava trickled down the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow. Yeah, I went savage on that dick! I licked his balls, ass and everything in between. From this night forward, Tyrone Chambers was going to be
my
man!

Chapter Thirteen: Presley

The last eight months had truly been taxing. Discovering Tyrone’s affair with Kadeema and then suddenly becoming pregnant had been way too much. Surprisingly, I made it through my first trimester and was now five months pregnant with my little soldier. Yep! We found out we were having another boy. Well,
I
found out we were having another boy since Ty’s late night romp sessions prohibited him from attending the appointment with me. It didn’t matter to me though. Since I already had two boys, I was elated we would be welcoming another little knucklehead into our family.

Christmas had come and gone and I was glad it was over. Now all I had to do was get through New Year’s Eve and we could all move on. Usually, I loved Christmas season and everything that came along with it, but this season was different. Due to my circumstances, I just wasn’t in a jolly mood. Tyrone had managed to do what no one else could….he made me hate Christmas!

Ty had been detached for quite some time, but I thought he would at least be a bit more inconspicuous for the sake of the boys. He wasn’t mean to us, he just made it painfully obvious that his mind was somewhere else and I knew where it was already.

Going through this pregnancy alone was very depressing. Oddly enough, I managed to keep it together for Darren and Tyler. It was ironic that I was pregnant and married, but my husband almost refused to be a part of this blessing because of his funky ass sidepiece.

I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself and get dressed for my hair appointment. Getting my hair done always made me feel better about myself. And my stylist, Marshanna, always made me forget about whatever was going on at home. When I arrived at Visible Changes in the Galleria, it was packed with customers trying to return or exchange unsuitable Christmas gifts they had received.  When I walked in the salon, Marshanna was waiting up front for me.

“Heeey, lady! Merry Belated Christmas to you! You are you feeling today?”

“Hey, lady. Same to you! I’m good. I’m just feeling a little huge for my height,” I joked.

“Girl, stop it. You know you cute as a button. What are we getting done today?”

I got my hair washed and flat ironed all of the time, but today, I wanted something different. I wanted to feel like a different me.

“Let’s do some curls. Can we do that? Will I still have to sit underneath that hot ass dryer for hours at a time?”

Marshanna popped her lips. “Now you already know with all of this hair on your head, you gotta sit under this dryer, especially if you want curls. Now let me ask you, do you want flex rods or do you want me to curl your hair with a flat iron?” she asked.

“Mmm, I don’t know. Which one will last longer? I don’t have time to be coming back up in here a week from now because my curls are all gone!” I chuckled.

“Well, then you need the flex rods. They last longer, but you and that belly are gonna have to sit under the dryer for the full time. And you know how you are,” she reminded me.

She was right. I hated sitting under that damn dryer. Ugh! With me being pregnant, I was always hot. Even though it was cold outside I was still hot as hell. My lil man had my hormones all jacked up! But I wanted my curls, so I’d have to sit there.

“Okay, go ahead and do the rods. I’ll just have to sit here and pray the time passes quickly.”

By the time Marshanna finished my hair it was gorgeous! It was full of bouncy curls. I was indeed feeling myself. I looked like Stacy Dash by the head. And yeah, it was all my hair! I paid Marshanna and decided to make a stop at the Warner Brothers store to pick up some things for the baby. That was one of my favorite places to shop for the boys. Every time I came out of that store, I would come out broke as a joke.

As I walked down the corridor, it was full of people, but one person in particular stuck out like a needle in a haystack. She had on black sweat pants and a black hoodie. She was coming toward me at an accelerated speed when she bumped me so hard I almost lost my footing. Without even thinking about it, I spun around, grabbed her hoodie, and drug her ass down the floor. For a brief moment I’d forgotten I was pregnant, but quickly remembered I had to protect him. I decided instead of dragging her ass like I normally would have, I stomped the shit out of her a few times. People pulled me off her as they were concerned for my safety as well as the baby’s. Whoever the bitch was, she got away because all of the attention was on me. Ugh! Who was she and why did she try to knock me down? Better yet, what would she have done if I were the one to fall? I was so confused, but I was glad my baby was okay!

Ty made it to the Galleria in ten minutes flat after Marshanna called him to tell him what happened to me. Luckily for me, she saw the whole thing from the window. She was so worried about me. It felt nice to have someone concerned about me for a change.

“Presley! Baby, what happened?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I was walking down the corridor when this chick bumped me. It’s almost like she did it purposely because she was mean mugging me and she didn’t apologize or anything. And when I say she tried to knock me off my pivot that is exactly what I mean.”

For once, Tyrone looked concerned. Actually, he looked terrified. I could see the fear in his eyes. It’s been a long time since he had shown any kind of compassion for me. It was actually nice to see. Maybe he did still care about me a little bit. He kept asking me about the baby. Maybe he was happy that I was pregnant. Only time would tell.

Ty stayed home with me and boys for the rest of the day. He catered to me all day and it was nice, but it made me suspicious. There had been days I was sick as a dog with morning sickness and he still went to work. For me, morning sickness lasted all damn day! He would just kiss me on the forehead and say goodbye. But this was something different. Why was he so nice to me all of sudden? I mean, I wasn’t hurt and the baby was fine. Something was off about him. I wonder if he knew who did this to me. It could not have possibly been Kadeema. Could it?

For the next three days, Ty would not leave my side. I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere alone. He was genuinely afraid for my safety. This shit was beginning to get weird. He even called my sister and asked her stay with me when he couldn’t be there.

“Bitch, what the hell happened?” Jani barked.

“To be honest with you, I’m not really sure,” I admitted. “One minute I’m walking down the corridor by Visible Changes and the next minute people were asking me if I was okay. It just all happened so fast.”

“I mean, why the hell were people asking
you
if
you
were okay? Tell me what happened, sis!”

“There was this chick in black sweat pants and a hoodie. She looked as if she was just going to pass right by me, but then she bumped into me so damn hard I almost fell. Before I could even think about what I was doing, I turned on my heels and grabbed that bitch by her hoodie and drug her ass to the ground. That’s when I started stomping her ass.”

“Who the hell was she? Did you recognize her? Why would someone just purposely knock down a pregnant woman?!” Jani sounded off.

“I don’t who she was or why she did what she did, but she got up outta there real quick!”

Jani sat there looking perplexed. I knew she had something she wanted to say, and I was sure I knew what it was. She thought just like I did. I knew what was coming next.

“Presley, do you think it was her?” she questioned.

“I don’t know Sis. I thought about it. But how would she know where I get my hair, what day and the time? She couldn’t possibly know all of that.”

Jani twisted her lips. “Oh yes, she can know all of that! She can know that and much more! You don’t know what Tyrone done told that girl during their pillow talk!”

Jani had a point. Although I would hate to think that Ty would tell this bitch everything about me when I didn’t know shit about her. That could have very well been her. Now, when I thought about it, the way she looked at me was weird. She looked like she wanted me to know she was about to hurt me.  Yeah, I bet it was that bitch.

“You’re right, Jani, it could have very well been her. But what do I do about it? I have no proof it was her.”

“It’s cool. We just won’t let you be alone. But after you have this baby, we gon’ be ready for that hoe!”

A couple of days passed and since Ty knew my sister was with me, he decided he would go out on New Year’s Eve. Well, at least that’s what he thought. There was no way in hell he was going to leave me and the boys at home alone on New Year’s Eve. He had me completely fucked up. And if I had to, I’d stomp his ass like I did that hooded bitch a few days ago. Whatever the case, he wasn’t going anywhere!

“Hey, babe, I was invited to a New Year’s Eve party by one of my customers. I’m just going to go show my face and then come home if that’s alright with you?” he asked.

“Okay, what time do I need to be ready? My mom can watch Darren and Tyler.”

“Oh, naw, you probably wouldn’t want to come because my customer’s wife isn’t going to be there. This is just something he’s throwing for his boys.”

Lord have mercy! Sometimes I really couldn’t believe the stupid shit this dude comes up with I thought. This idiot really wanted me to believe that on New Year’s Eve of all nights, his customer was having a party and his WIFE wouldn’t be there! Now that was the biggest load of shit I’d smelled in a long time.

“Umm, I know damn well you didn’t think that shit was going to fly with me, right? How the fuck you going to a damn New Year’s Eve party and his fucking wife ain’t gonna be there? So it’s just finna be a bunch of men bringing in the New Year together with no women? Muthafucka, please! Not unless you have something else you want to tell me!” I countered.

“The fuck you mean not unless I have something else I want to tell you! Don’t do that shit, Presley! I just want to go and hang out with my customer and his friends. Why does everything have to be a fight with you?”

Tyrone knew me better than this. I already knew who this was about. And there is no damn way I was going to allow him to bring in the New Year with his sideline hoe. He had me so fucked up! I will push this damn stomach out of the way and beat the shit out of him if he tries to walk out of this door tonight I thought.

“Ty, listen to me and listen well! There is no fucking way you are going to a party with just
men
on New Year’s Eve. I’ll give you credit for trying, but you might as well call that bitch and tell her you can’t come out to play tonight because if you leave, it’s going to be some shit over here. I
know
you don’t want that!”

Ty walked back and forth with a pissed off look on his face while trying to come up with another excuse as to why he wanted to go. So far nothing made sense and I shut him down every time he said something.

“Fuck that!” he snarled. “I’m a grown ass man and I don’t
have
to ask you shit! If I want to go, I’ll just go! I ain’t gotta be around here scared to go out because of you. And I damn sure don’t need your permission!”

“That’s right! You
are
a grown ass man, but I don’t give a fuck what you say, if we are not going to this party together, then you aren’t going solo!”

Ty finally gave up. He didn’t go to the party, but he didn’t bring in the year with the boys and me either. He was truly an asshole about it. Instead, he took a shower and got in bed at ten o’clock. He didn’t even wake up to say Happy New Year to me. It was fine, he was mad as hell, but his ass was at home and not out with that bitch. So I won this round. He may go spend other days with her, but the holidays are reserved for us!

Hell, he had already spent some time with her for Christmas. He thought I didn’t know, but I peeped everything he did. Why else would he come home with Versace Cologne, new business decals for his truck, and a brand new DVD player? When I asked where he got all of those items from, he told me he bought them on his way home. Then, when I asked him where the receipt was for the DVD player, he said it must have fallen out of the bag. He was full of shit! I knew my husband better than anybody. First of all, he never threw receipts away to anything especially electronic purchases, which could only mean one thing, Kadeema bought that shit and kept the receipt!

“So ya bitch bought you come cologne and shit? Well, I tell you what; tell her thank you because that DVD player will go in Darren and Tyler’s room since they need one. And I had better not
EVER
catch you wearing that funky ass cologne around me! I’ll be damned if you wear some shit around me that another bitch purchased for you. And if you think I’m playing, try me. I’ll light a match to your ass if I smell it!” I threatened as I sauntered away from him.

Once again, Ty stood there with a baffled look upon his face. He was confused as to how I knew these things. He didn’t respond to my accusations; as some things were better left unsaid. So as he was told, he put the DVD player in the boys’ room and put the cologne in his truck….away from me!