His Work Wife (6 page)

              The following week, I purchased every bridal magazine I could get my hands on. I spent all of my time searching for the perfect dress. Then, I saw it-- the beaded halter dress adorned with pearls, beads, and sequins. The train was detachable but flowed with such elegance. I knew that was my dress. I didn’t need to see anything else. I would move heaven and earth to have that dress on our special day. When I went to Al’s Bridal, it was the very first dress I saw as I entered the building. It sat up front on the mannequin… waiting just for me.

              Our wedding day was the most perfect day there ever could have been. As I made my way to where he was standing, I remember thinking, “Look at how handsome Mr. Tyrone Chambers looks. He is about to be all mine for the rest of our lives.”  I was so proud and happy that day. After our nuptials, we went to the hotel room and made the most indescribable love. His touch. His gaze. His voice. His heartbeat seemed to sync perfectly with my inner vortex. No one existed in the world that night. Just him. Just me. Just us.

              I returned to reality as Darren and Tyler inquired about breakfast.

              “Mama, what we having for breakfast?” Darren asked.

              “I don’t know. What do you want?”

              “Oooh, I want pancakes,” Tyler stated.

              “No, I want bacon, eggs, and toast,” Darren countered.

              “Okay, since Tyler decided what breakfast would be last weekend, we’ll go with Darren’s request. Bacon, eggs and toast it is. Besides, I think the baby will like that.”

              The boys and I ate our breakfast and Tyrone never came out of the room.

Chapter Ten: Tyrone

              Damn it, I was hotter than fish grease. I couldn’t
wait
to get to work Monday to see Keisha’s ass. I knew she was looking out for Kadeema, but she didn’t need to be trying to mess up my shit at home. She had crossed the line and I was going to have to put her ass back in her place.

              I shouldn’t have said anything to her at the picnic, but I thought I was careful. I waited until Presley and Jani went to the bathroom. Why would Keisha tell my wife about our conversation? It was cool though because that bitch was gon’ feel me as
soon
as I saw her Monday afternoon-- old mud-duck looking ass.

              I tried to come up with some creative shit to tell Presley, but I just couldn’t deny it this time. Presley knew it too. She stood there with her hand on her hip, waiting for me to fumble again. I hated when she did that shit. That was her way of making me feel as small as a grain of salt. It always worked! The good thing about her being pregnant was that she wasn’t going nowhere. She was having my baby. I was aware that I just needed to stop messing up, but if Presley allowed me to handle things on my own, eventually it would fizzle out.

              Chase was right. I had no damn business trying to stomp with the big dogs. I wanted to play the game, but wasn’t playing it right. A true playa would tell these women the real deal upfront just like Chase said. Every time I looked around, I was getting busted regarding my lies. If I didn’t know any better, I would think Presley was laughing at me every time she knew I was lying to her.

              Monday came and went. It was the end of my shift. I was putting the tools away and making sure everyone else did the same in preparation for the next shift. The night had dragged on and I was more than ready to get the hell out of there.

              I had been attempting to call Kadeema all damn day, but she was refusing my calls. I knew she was still hurt. After all, every time she questioned me about the last time I slept with my wife, my answer would always be two weeks ago. That way, I didn’t have one more thing to remember. Kadeema didn’t need to know I was still making love to my wife. Hell, Presley and I would hit it two times a day and three times on Sundays. She and I may have some problems right now, but sex was never one of them. I reveled at the thought of her. I loved making love to my wife. It was exciting every time. I just had to have Kadeema because I was greedy and she was easy.

              Just as I removed my work gloves, Keisha walked up.

              “Heeey, Ty. Wassup? Y’all had a lot of orders tonight?” I guessed she sensed my anguish because she immediately asked, “What? What’s wrong?”

              Flashing a bitter smile in the attempt to remain calm, I cleared my throat. “Keisha, I thought we were cool…”

              “We are,” she interrupted.

              “Okay, so why would you tell my wife about our conversation at the park? You are the last person I expected to do some foul shit like that.”

              “Ty, I promise I did NOT tell your wife anything,” she cried. “You’re my boy and Kadeema is my best friend. Why would I do that? What sense would it make? I promise you, I never said two damn words to Presley.”

              “So how does she know then? She knew about everything you and I discussed verbatim. I know damn well I didn’t tell her. So again, how the hell does she know?”

              Keisha shook her head as she wiped her running nose on her sleeve. “Ty, I have no idea how she knows. Maybe someone overheard us, but I would never do that.”

              As angry as I might have been, I felt a sense of calm come over me. Yeah, Presley had told me Keisha was the one who gave her the information. But right then at that moment, I didn’t believe Keisha would do something so dirty. I was just going to have to figure this out another time.

              “Okay, Keisha, I believe you,” I grinned. “I’m sorry I jumped down your throat without talking to you first.”

              With me managing to upset Keisha, I leaned in to give her a friendly hug so that she would know we were still cool.

              “So have you spoken to her?” I asked

              She sucked her teeth as if to say, nigga, you know I spoke to her. “Yeah, I talked with her briefly. She’s still really upset about the baby.”

              “Yeah, I know,” I sighed heavily. “She won’t talk to me.”

              “Well, go over there and make her talk to you!” she demanded. “If you go over there she won’t have a choice. You have a key to her house, right?”

              Keisha was right. Why was I waiting like a damn fool for her to answer my calls? I had a key! I could go over there whenever I damn well felt like it. I normally didn’t pop up over there because of her kids, but by the time I make it over there, they would be sleep.

              It was on one-thirty in the morning. Slowly unlocking the door, I walked in and removed my work boots at the bottom of the stairwell. I flipped the light switch on so I wouldn’t catch her off guard. However, Kadeema met me at the top of the stairs.

              “What are you doing here?” she asked.

              She was very calm, almost as if she knew I would be coming over. I bet Keisha’s ass tipped her off. Whatever the case was, I had driven an hour to get there and I wasn’t leaving.

              “Baby, I know you’re mad at me right now, but not coming to work and not answering my calls, you had me worried. I needed to know you were okay.”

              Her stare pierced through me like an arrow as she turned her back to me to walk away. Once inside of her bedroom, I noticed used Kleenex scattered on her floor. She’d been crying and it was because of me. Her eyes were bloodshot red, along with her nose. Apparently, she had been crying all weekend. My guilt consumed me. Not only was I hurting the one woman that held my heart, but I was hurting another who just wanted desperately to be loved.

              “Don’t you dare call me baby! Save that shit for Presley!” she roared. “I mean after all, she’s the one having a baby, right?”

              “I know,” I sighed, rubbing my hair. “But what do you want me to do? She’s my wife. You can’t be mad at me because I got my wife pregnant. Does it really make sense to you that my wife, whom you knew about, is now pregnant?”

              Damn! What did I say that for? Kadeema jumped out of that bed like she was about to grab a gun or something! For a brief second, I was worried. She stood in front of me with fire in her eyes. Yep, I had
just
fucked up. Even if I did think she was stupid for feeling some type of way, I didn’t have to tell
her
that. I should have just kept my damn mouth closed!

              “The hell do you mean does that make sense?! I’m upset because you’ve been swearing up and down that you no longer sleep with her! I’m upset because I’ve been fucking you for six damn months and your wife is three months pregnant! And the only reason you told me is because you feared I would see her at the picnic! Ain’t that right, Tyrone?”

              Kadeema was right. Hell, there was no need for me to tell her before now. I mean what for? I’ve been getting free ass damn near every day after work, and sometimes at work. So, I wasn’t about to mess that up. She can be mad about it, but I did the right thing.

              “Baby, WHAT do you want me to do? I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you,” I coaxed as I pulled her into my arms.  She attempted to resist, but I held her tight. I knew she was probably going to be pissed for a good little while, but I knew just how to tame that ass. Even if it meant I had to lick her musty pussy for a while. I wasn’t sure if she was expecting me, but I was sure she didn’t have time to clean up and check herself like she normally did. Presley was the only one I could count on to always be clean and smelling like peaches. I didn’t know what it was about her, but my baby always smelled and tasted like candy to me. Tonight, I had to get back into Kadeema’s good graces. I licked until my jaws hurt. But her ass came multiple times and took her ass to sleep. By the time I left, everything between us was okay.

              Feeling good about my accomplishment, I smiled as I pulled into my parking spot. I hurried to the front porch only to be met with my belongings and note that read, “Since you don’t want to be here, then don’t be here! Take yo’ shit and carry yo’ ass back to where you’ve been until five in the damn morning!”

              Oh, shit! Time had gotten away from me! Damn it! I was out of line for this one. I’ve never come home this late. What was I going to do? How would I be able to spin this? Presley was mad as hell and there was absolutely nothing I would be able to tell her that would justify this. Once again, I was screwed. 

I rubbed my head and scratched my neck as I prepared to face the music. My face contorted with disbelief as I attempted to unlock the front door. My key no longer worked. Presley had gotten the locks changed on me! This situation was getting out of hand.

“Presley!” I banged on the door. “Baby, please let me in. How you just gon’ have the locks changed and I pay the damn bills? Presley, open the damn door!”

For a moment, there was no response. Then she stood in the window. Presley wore her fuchsia floor-length satin gown from Victoria’s secrets with the matching robe. Her hair was a little messy, but it still looked beautiful to me. She was only three months pregnant, but I could see her little pooch and it was super sexy to me. Presley was astonishing on a regular day, but this pregnancy truly made her glow. However, the stoic look on her face brought me back to reality.

“What do you want, Ty?” she asked through her teeth.

“Presley, how you gon’ just change the locks and not tell me? I live here, too, you know.”

“What the hell do I need to tell you
anything
for? You don’t actually live here anymore. The only time you come home is to shit, shower, and shave! You can do that at Kadeema’s house! So get off my damn porch so the baby and I can get some damn rest!”

Before I realized it, tears were flooding my face. I deserved everything I was getting. There I stood, begging my beautiful wife to let me into our townhouse. Not only that, I was embarrassed and I was exhausted.  The night had held me captive and I was paying for it. The sun would be rising soon and although I knew I could go back to Kadeema’s, I wasn’t feeling that right now. I wanted to be with Presley and the boys. One thing was for sure, I wasn’t going anywhere. I was going to sit right by the front door until Presley let me in.

Chapter Eleven: Chase

“So what’s up? How is everything going? We still on track?” I inquired.

“Yes, Chase, the plan is working just fine. But I am beginning to feel guilty about what we’re doing. I mean…”

“What’s the damn problem?” I barked. “What you done caught feelings for this nigga? It’s cool. I figured as much. Actually, I was planning on it.”

I had never liked Presley from the moment I met her. Her lil’ stuck up ass could see right through me. I never approved of her and Ty’s relationship because I was the one she should have been checking for. Who was she to turn me down? I approached her one night while leaving the club when I had Ty with me. I told her she looked beautiful and asked if we could go to breakfast. That lil’ bitch gave a blunt no thank you and bypassed me altogether. She strutted her sassy ass to my brother and the rest was history.

I was so used to having the ladies swoon over me. I didn’t know how to accept rejection because I regularly pulled all the bad bitches Ty only dreamed he could get. He was nothing like me and didn’t possess any of my womanizing skills. Yet, there was something about my younger brother that kept me in competition with him.

He and I had different taste in women, but there was just something about Presley and the way she carried herself that in intrigued me. I wanted her, but she didn’t want me and that was a huge problem for me. I devised a plan to destroy their relationship and cause Presley to come running to big daddy! Yeah, bro had no clue of how I was setting him up and I was using Kadeema to do it. I was getting hard just thinking about it when Kadeema decided to respond.

“What are you talking about, Chase? What do you mean you were planning on it?”

“It’s simple. You can’t do a job like this and NOT catch feelings. You’re a woman. So that makes it easier for you to do what needs to be done because this is no longer about money. Now, you genuinely want to be with him and you can’t do that you until do what I paid you to do.”

Every move I made was calculated. I knew I would need a weak, vulnerable woman to pull this off. So, I did my research.  I found out where all of the Donovan Tools and Supply employees hung out after work and paid attention. I made it my business to zero in on any female who appeared to be lonely and desperate for attention. After all, I could persuade desperate chicks to do just about anything if I played my cards right. As she nursed her gin and tonic, Kadeema’s eyes lit up for every low-life who flashed her a smile. Bingo! She was thirsty for attention and I had found my pawn.

“Chase, I can’t believe you set this shit up to happen this way. Initially, I agreed to do this because I needed the money and five thousand dollars seemed worth it at the time, but I can’t do this anymore. I love him.”

“Okay, well, that was an excellent little speech, but bitch, don’t play with me! Need I remind you that before you were fucking my brother I was the one swimming in that ass all night? Yeah, how do you think he would feel if he knew he was coming behind me getting my sloppy seconds? Or do you think he would be okay with the fact that I fucked you so hard in that tight lil’ ass you began to suck your thumb while begging me to stop!?” I taunted.

“He’ll never believe you. It’s your word against mine.”

Ha! Her ass was not knowing about me. She had better ask somebody! I always covered my ass because I did too much scandalous shit to people, especially women!

“Kadeema sweetheart, you should know by now to never underestimate me. Check your phone,” I instructed.

Giving her time to check her messages I waited for her response. I knew any minute she would either cry, scream or both. I didn’t give a damn. She just needed to know I wasn’t playing no fucking games. Finally, Kadeema gasped for air when she opened the video of her licking my ass and sucking my dick.

“You got the gift I sent you? I have one of those for every time we hooked up. I knew eventually you might pull some shit like this. So this is insurance. It would be a shame if Ty received these anonymously. Don’t you think?’

“Oh my God!” Kadeema wept. “You are such a fucking snake!”

“I don’t wanna hear that shit! You weren’t tripping when you were
riding
my snake every damn day! As a matter of fact, you loved every inch of it. Ain’t that what you said? I have yo’ skank ass on video saying you love the D so much you will do anything for me, including fuck my brother! So don’t be sittin’ up here like you’re the victim now! We both know you are far from it!”

Yeah, I was playing dirty, but that’s how it had to be until I pulled this shit off.  Kadeema was just a piece of the puzzle. And she had been well compensated. Hell, she received five thousand grand
and
I gave her the D! So she just needs to bury her muthafucking feelings and play her part!

“Okay, Chase, you don’t have to be so insensitive. You paid me to do a job and I’m gonna do it. But after that, I’m done.”

I sucked my teeth. “A’ight, you won’t have any problems with me as long as you do what I need you to do. So wassup with you getting pregnant again?

“You have to give me some time. My body hasn’t healed completely from the miscarriage,” she informed me.

“Okay, well, I don’t know what you did wrong last time, but you need to take care of yourself. And make sure you don’t let that shit happen again. Maybe you need to make a doctor’s appointment. You know, to get your uterus checked out or something. You done had so many niggas running in and out of you, ain’t no telling
what
might be wrong!”

I could still hear Kadeema sniffling, but I didn’t have time for sympathy. I was an ass and I knew it. Actually, I was known for it. You’d think these hoes would stay clear of me. But for some reason, these women flocked to me like flies to shit.

“I told you I will get this shit done. You don’t have to be so inconsiderate, Chase. Again, I’ll do whatever needs to be done. I just want this shit over so Ty and I can get married.”

Who the fuck was she kidding? That shit was never going to work because I won’t allow it. I may be a bit narcissistic, but when I set out to destroy someone’s life, I don’t do a half-ass job of it. Although we are brothers, Tyrone was no exception. When I was done with him, he wouldn’t have a pot to piss in, or a window to throw it out of.

“Okay bet! Glad we’re on the same page,” I replied. “So listen, I know where wifey gets her hair done and what time. Maybe you can run into her and introduce yourself or something. Tell her some shit that will make her want to leave his ass.”

“Yeah,” she breathed. “He’s let that information slip a few times. I’m on it.”

Hopefully, this deal will be sealed within the next few months.  This shit could have over and done with had Kadeema not lost our baby. Truth be told, I was little excited when she told me she was pregnant, but she felt some kind of way when I told her she needed to persuade Ty that it was his seed. Unfortunately, she lost the baby before we could put that plan into effect.

It was cool though. My plan was going better than I’d expected. I just needed to remain patient until everything was done. The look on Ty’s face would be one to remember when he sees Presley on my arm!