His Work Wife (10 page)

Chapter Eighteen: Presley

Since I’d given birth to Harper, Tyrone had officially quit his job at Donovan Tools and Supply and started his own pressure washing business. He was working around the clock to guarantee “The Pressure Washing People” ran like a well-oiled machine.

Ty rented office space on Harwin Drive along with the rest of the developing businesses. There was a plethora of flea market type stores I often got lost in whenever I had the time. Now that I had Harper, it was difficult to steal time for myself.

While Ty was starting his business, I was at home taking care of our kids. On most days, I was beyond exhausted. There never seemed to be enough hours in the day. My plan to rest while Harper napped was often interrupted by Darren and Tyler’s needs.

Tyrone seemed to be a bit overwhelmed as well. He plopped down on our leather couch, allowing his head to fall back.

“You know what we need?” he sighed.

“No, what?” I replied while folding clothes.

“We both need a break.” His face lit up. “How ‘bout I take the boys with me tomorrow? That way you can get some rest.”

“Umm, you can’t take Harper anywhere until he goes to his two-month check-up. I know you don’t think I’mma let my baby out of my sight right now, right?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Well, I can at least take Darren and Tyler. Their lil’ bad asses won’t be around to bother you!” he chuckled.

Ty had no idea of how much I was craving some
ME
time!

“So where are you taking the boys?” I asked.

“Huh? Oh, I’mma take them to see my mom. Especially since she hasn’t seen them since Christmas. You know she’s going to be excited to see them. She is going to cook and everything,” he rambled.

“Oh okay, that sounds cool. I’m sure they will have fun,” I agreed.

Saturday couldn’t have showed its face quick enough. I had Darren and Tyler’s clothes ironed and laid out. All they had to do was get dress and go!

Ty left with the boys at twelve o’clock in the afternoon. To guarantee Harper would sleep for a few hours, I fed him, gave him a bath, and tired him out. It worked like a charm. My baby drifted into a deep slumber and I followed right behind him.

By the time I woke up, it was five o’clock in the evening.
Where the hell were Ty and my kids?
I thought. He had never stayed at his mom’s house this long, especially if I wasn’t there. I was his excuse to leave every time he got bored.

Ty’s phone went straight to voicemail as I became worried.  What if something happened? Maybe they didn’t make it to Ms. Mary’s house. Oh my God! I was panicking and needed to calm down so I could be in my right frame of mind. Frantically, I dialed Ms. Mary’s number, hoping my family was okay.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Ms. Mary. Ty isn’t answering his phone. Can you put that knucklehead on the phone, please?” I asked.

“Baby, Ty ain’t over here,” she told me.

“Well, did he and the boys leave already?” I quizzed.

“Uhh… naw. He ain’t been over here at all today. Maybe y’all got your wires crossed, but he ain’t been here today. I wish he had. I’d love to see my grandbabies.”

Ugh! Her ass! She always had something extra to say.

“Okay, well, if he calls you can you please tell him I’m trying to get in touch with him?”

“I sure will,” she said, disconnecting the call.

About ten minutes later, Ty finally called me back. My guess was his mama called to tell him I was looking for his sorry ass.

“Hey,” he spoke cautiously.

“Don’t fucking HEY me!” I growled. “Where… are… my… kids?”

A blanket of silence followed my question.

“Ty! Where are you?”

“I’m uh… we at a birthday party for my co-worker’s son,” he stammered.

“So why the hell did you lie to me about where you were taking them?”

Suddenly, I heard Tyler yell, “Daddy! Darren is beating up Ms. Kadeema’s son!”

Oh HELL naw! I know this sun-colored bastard ain’t got my kids around his moof-mouth bitch and her family! Oh, he was truly on some other shit!

“Ty! You got my boys around that tramp and her damn family?!” I belted. I yelled so loudly I startled Harper. Now, I had to get him situated. Shit!

“Umm… I gotta go get Darren right quick, but I promise I will explain when I get home. Bye.” He rushed off the phone.

Ohhh, baby! Damn right he was going to explain when he got home! Not only was he cheating on me, but he was comfortable enough to take my kids around his whore? Uhn uh… I had been nice long enough! It was going to be war when he walked his through the damn door. It was time for me to show my entire ass!

The carpet became worn underneath my feet as I paced back and forth. I couldn’t help but wonder if Darren was okay since he had apparently had a fight.

By the time Ty and the boys made it home, I was on the brink of a psychotic breakdown. Ty held his hands out as if to stop me from getting too close to him.

“Presley, I know you’re mad, but let me explain,” he begged. “It was just a party. That’s it. Nothing else went on. I promise.”

“Hey, babies! Y’all want a snack?” I asked them while ignoring Ty’s ignorant excuse.

“Yay!” Tyler exclaimed.

Darren didn’t say a word. Clearly, he was still very upset. I could feel his hurt and confusion and I hated Ty for putting my boys through this.

As I was slicing watermelon for the boys, Darren approached me in the kitchen.

“What’s wrong, son?”

“Mama, I beat up Ms. Kadeema’s son because he said my daddy was not gonna be my daddy anymore and that he was gonna be HIS new daddy,” he cried. “I got mad and punched him right in the face and I didn’t want to stop. Daddy had to come and get me off him. Are you mad at me? I know you don’t like me to fight.”

Holding back tears of frustration, I bent down to kiss Darren on the cheek. “No, baby, I’m not mad at you. Your daddy should never have put you guys in such an uncomfortable situation. I’m sorry he did that, but it won’t happen again. Trust me on that.”

At the end of the day, Ty was grown and could do whatever he wanted to do with that trick. But when he went so far as to insert my kids into this messy shit; that was when I had a fucking problem!

Once I knew they boys were in their room, I went to our bedroom where Ty was holding Harper.  

“Somebody did a stinky,” he teased.

“Here, let me take care of that,” I offered.

Ty had no idea that I was about to pop all the way OFF! I finished changing Harper’s diaper and placed him back in his baby bed.

“Yeah, like I was saying earlier, it was just a party. Nothing else happened. Besides, the house was…”

Slap! I tried to knock his fucking caps out of his mouth! “I’m tired of your shit! How dare you take my kids around your bitch and think that it’s okay?? I KNOW you not that damn lost in it!”

Ty was stunned for a moment as he wiped blood from his busted lip. Suddenly, I saw something different in his eyes. For the first time in our marriage, Ty knocked the hell out of me with a mean backhand. My face writhed with pain and my vision was somewhat blurry, but I didn’t have time to lick my wounds. I was a fucking fighter! I knew damn well he didn’t think he was gonna hit me and get away with it! I fell into my nightstand where I grabbed my purple vase. Quickly, I smashed it against Ty’s head, causing him to fall to the floor.

“You tryna fucking kill me!” he whimpered as he held his head.

“You damn right! Don’t you EVER put your damn on hands on me! Get out before I cut your ass up into little pieces. I’ll mail that bitch a different body part each month!”

Chapter Nineteen: Tyrone

“Presley, baby, I’m sorry. You know I never meant to hit you. It was just a reaction, babe; you hit me first and busted my lip. Leelee, please talk to me. Tell me what to do. I’ll do anything to make things right. Don’t give up on me. Don’t give up on US!” I begged into Presley’s voicemail.

Things were beyond out of control. Presley hadn’t spoken to me in over a week. I know her mailbox was full of my desperate attempts to apologize. That Saturday was fucked up. I knew better than to take my sons around the other woman, but part of me was hoping they wouldn’t care about what was going on as long as they were having fun. Boy was I wrong! I was banking on Presley sleeping all day and not calling my mother only to find out the boys and I were never there. Then when she heard Tyler scream Darren was fighting Kadeema’s son, it was a wrap. I knew that day wouldn’t end well.

Presley had every right to be upset. Hell, I’d act a fool too if she had taken the boys around another man. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even know how I would be able to maintain my composure if the shoe were on the other foot.

The fight we had was one of the worst we’ve ever had and I had been staying with Kadeema since all of this shit came to a head. But even being with Kadeema full time wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. I never wanted to leave my family for her. She was just something to do, that was all. The only convenient aspect of living with her was that she now worked for me. She handled the day-to-day activities while my crew and I were out in the field. Spending this much time with her was a tad bit irritating. I was used to hitting it and going home when I felt like it. Being with her twenty hours/ seven days a week allowed me the opportunity to realize she and I would never progress further than what it was. My heart belonged to my wife.

That following Saturday, I noticed I had a few missed calls from Presley. She had called me in the middle of the night and since I was there with Kadeema, there was no way I could return her calls. I thought about sneaking to call her from the bathroom, but Kadeema had gotten up when she felt the bed move.  She was sitting up when I returned from draining the horse.

“Ty, are you okay?”

“Yeah, why you asking me that?”

“Do you still love Presley?”

Ugh!
Here she goes with this shit,
I thought.

“Kadeema, yes, I still love my wife. I don’t even know why you asking me that shit!” I grimaced. “What, you thought I would finally turn my back on my wife and kids? I told you before, I don’t what kind of niggas you used to fucking with, but that ain’t me. And honestly, you shouldn’t want to be with a nigga that can do that so easily!”

“Actually, that’s exactly what I want because that is what you have been telling me for the last year or so. You promised you would leave her when you got everything together and now you have done that! You started your business and I am the one there helping you every day. But now you wanna tell me that you still love your wife??? You told me you didn’t feel anything for her!”

Kadeema wasn’t the brightest bulb in the pack. Everything lie I had ever told her were the main lies married men told to get what they wanted. Her actions were based on the lie I told her. If I told her I couldn’t wait to marry her, she would suck the skin off my dick to prove she was the right the choice. If I mentioned I couldn’t wait to leave, she would let me fuck her in the ass. Kadeema was a nasty bitch. Nothing was off limits with her and that is what I liked. I could fuck her every which a way and then go home to make real love to my beloved wife.

“Kadeema, look! I’m not about to go back forth with you in regards to my wife and kids! You knew what it was before you became involved with me!” I reminded her.

In the middle of our argument, I saw headlights shine through her living room window.

“Who the hell is
that
at two o’clock in the damn morning?!”

I laughed nervously. “That’s my wife.”

“How the fuck does she know where I live Ty?” She tied her robe in a knot.

“Please! Presley ain’t stupid! She’s probably always known where you lived because she is intelligent as hell. When she sets her mind to do something, she does it!”

I won’t lie. I was scared as hell. I didn’t know what to expect from Presley once I walked outside. I heard her kicking my truck and I knew she was livid.

“Ty! Bring yo’ ass out here!” she screamed.

Apprehensive, I walked outside.

“Presley, baby, let me explain. You kicked me…” Before I could finish, Presley had popped me in the head, knocking my cap off. I wondered if she realized I was already dressed when she got here and was about to come home that night.

“Explain?” she repeated. “How do you explain being over here with this bitch and HER muthafucking kids? Really, Ty?”

Kadeema stood in the doorway while Presley and I argued. Well, Presley argued, I just listened. I was hoping she would just keep her damn mouth closed because Presley was proving she wasn’t to be fucked with. However, Kadeema just had to put her two cents in.

“Presley, you need to calm down before you wake my neighbors. This is an older community and I don’t need no problems,” she spoke.

“Aye, you don’t need to say shit to me because my problem really ain’t with you, it’s with Ty. So gone on, Miss Thang. This ain’t your fight…unless you want it to be!” Presley threatened.

“Kadeema, please don’t make matters worse,” I pleaded. “Let me handle my wife.”

“Handle me? You got me fucked up!” Presley shrieked. “You ain’t handling a damn thing because if you were I wouldn’t be here and yo’ ass wouldn’t be either!”

“Presley, we can all go into the house and discuss this,” Kadeema suggested.

“Oh really? We can go in the house and discuss how you fucking my husband? Bitch, please! And wait a fucking minute! Is that a muthfucking space between your two front teeth? Ohhhh my God!” Presley laughed. “Ty! You fucking a bitch that has a gap in her teeth the size of a damn canyon? HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I can’t believe this shit! And she rocking some nappy ass braids? I done seen it all!”

I walked back into the house to make sure Kadeema’s sons didn’t wake up from all of the commotion. I would hate for them to witness all of this. However, Presley hated for me to walk away from her and I should have thought about that before I did it.

“Ty, I know you not walking away from me,” she wailed. “Don’t you dare walk away from me!”

Presley was approaching me as I had my back to her. I guess Kadeema thought she was about to attack me, so she stepped in front of Presley. What the hell did she do that for? Presley two-pieced her ass in the face, wrapped her braids around her fist and drove her head into the ground! I ran back outside to get Presley off Kadeema. This was truly some Jerry Springer shit.

“Presley! Let go!” I yelled. “Let go. Let. Her. Go!”

Kadeema was screaming, saying she was going to call the police, but Presley didn’t give two fucks about the police. This was a side of my wife I never knew existed. I guess one could say I brought the worst out in women at this point.

Presley seemed to have the strength of a thousand men. She had managed to turn her body so that she was sitting on top of Kadeema as she continued to pummel her face. I could no longer recognize Kadeema’s face. With all due respect, I had warned her not to say shit to Presley. She was already angry and Kadeema just added fuel to the flame.

By now, the neighbors were making their way outside and someone had apparently called the police due to the sirens I heard.

“Presley! You have to stop! The police are coming!”

Finally, she let go of Kadeema and got up. Presley’s white tank top was drenched with blood and her red cargo sweat pants from Bebe had holes at the knees. She was breathing hard from beating the brakes off Kadeema and for some strange reason, I was turned on. I was trying hard to keep my dick at bay!

Presley pulled out her phone and called her sister. “Jani, I’m about to go to jail. I’ll need you to bail me out. Take the boys to mom’s. I’ll explain when you get here. Hurry up!”

By the time Presley disconnected the call, the police were driving up and she was ready to be handcuffed.