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  CHapter 1 – Shay

  This is where it all began…

  Me, in another man’s bed, that is not my husband’s. The way Franklin listen to my body language when we’re fucking, should be a crime. He’s a master mind criminal at robbing the pussy, and I’m willing to let him have it. Ah… Why can’t I enjoy him without feeling guilty for it? It never would had crossed my husband mind, that I would cheat on him. You would think after 2 years of fucking Franklin that the guilt will stop… fuck no, it’ still here.

  My husband Mateo has always been my first for everything until Franklin came along and twisted the faith of our marriage. His hands are like a magician and his mouthpiece is like a convict on death row, who is deemed his last meal. He devours the pussy; having my pussy under arrest.

  Franklin’s sexy lips are sucking my clit as I speak, with his biceps pressing against my thighs. Damn, He’s putting his ‘A’ game into it and all I could do is shame myself for being in his bed, yet, once again.

  What the fuck is wrong with me? This man is fine as hell. It’s not like you just started fucking him. Fuck, I hate feeling like this. Now the mood is dead.

  He felt my resistance in participating and stopped devouring his full course meal plate to look up at me. “What’s wrong? You not moaning or wrapping these thick thighs around my neck?” He slowly rubs and kiss the inner spot of my thighs. Damn this man is fine! The way his dimples dent in when he smiles at me. And how He slides his big pride deep inside of me. His abs look ‘fucken’ amazing. And his cocoa skin complexion is so smooth. The look in Franklin eyes tells me he could possibly be falling in love with me. I can’t possibly be in love with him, I’m married with a 4-year-old son. I don’t have room to love anyone else. I sit it up on his comfortable bed, to face him, while he’s still on his knees. “We can’t do this anymore Franklin.”

  When I have a breaking point like this, which happens quit often, I disappear from his life and he always come chasing after me. He searches my eyes for the truth, in which he’s very good at reading. I guess he must be good at reading people, being the Mayor of ATL. when he’s dealing with the public every day. “Are you sure, that’s what you want?” He asked. I turn away because It’s not what I want. What I really want is for him to finish what he started, but my heart is crying out for Mateo. Being from Brooklyn New York; Mateo left his racist Italian family to follow me to Atlanta Georgia. Now, here I am having an have an affair with this sexual Goddess. I don’t deserve him.

  “Shay, well is it?” Franklin broke my train of thought. He asked again rubbing his hand up and down my thighs.

  “You know it’s not what I want. We both know this. But Mateo… I can’t keep doing this. Do you know what he’ll do-?

  I shook the thought of what Mateo would do if he found out about me and Franklin.

  “Shay, does he hit you?” Franklin became worried for my well-being. I reassured him that Mateo would never put his hands on me, but he’ll crush Franklin. Mateo is a straight up killa! For ten years Mateo fought for the UFC, He’s a bull head in the ring. I’ve seen demon’s arise from Mateo when he’s in the ring. Franklin conceited laugh, underestimates my husband ability to kick some ass. It scares me because Franklin is playing with fire when it comes to me and he doesn’t even care. For his own safety, I must let him go. Mateo will literally rearrange Franklin’s pretty boy face. This must end now! He doesn’t know what he is getting himself into.

  “Baby, I am not scared of your husband. You know who I am. You know what I can do. He is no match for me Sweetie, please believe that. Just divorce his ass. I can have my attorney reach out to you.”

  I don’t see how he can be so arrogant and sexy and stupid all at the same time. He doesn’t speak logically. We’re both married and Franklin is the Mayor of Carlton County in Atlanta. All it takes is one slip up and our dirty laundry is aired on tv. That is not how I want Mateo to find out about us and I’m sure he feels the same way about his wife.

  I always let it be known that Mateo is the only man for me. “No, I am not gonna divorce my husband Franklin.” This was not up for debate. I made my way around the room to gather my clothes off the floor the floor of the high-rise condo he bought for us.

  “Are you kidding me? You seriously leaving?” He stood up off his knees with a hard on. “You, gonna leave me like this?” He pointed to his dick, as if I didn’t notice he’s still hard. I chuckle, knowing I wanted him. “That’s not my problem.” I grabbed the lotion off his chess drawl and tossed it to him, playing hard to get, enjoying the chase. “Meet NIVEA, for extra sensitive skin. I’m sure it won’t burn. I need to stop this now before it really gets bad.” I told him.

  Franklin stayed quiet, while he watched me get dress. He didn’t bother to stop me from leaving, like he always does. Maybe deep down inside he felt the same way I do. There was no way he could have me; it was all wishful thinking. He sat at the edge of the bed and waved me goodbye. That ass hole! He couldn’t even walk me to the elevator.

  He said. “You’ll be back Shay. I can almost guarantee that.” He becomes acquaint with Nivea in his hand and spoke softly to her. “I guess it’s just, you and me Nivea.”

  Later that day, I picked our son Mateo Jr up from Pre-school and prepared dinner. By 8:00pm, Junior was in his bed sound asleep and I was into Zane’s new novel laying in my bed. I was a couple pages in when I heard Mateo’s keys jingling in the keyhole. You can literally can hear everything in our small 2-bedroom apartment.

  “Damn, a nigga is tired as fuck.” A familiar man’s voice said that was not my husband. But it can’t be who I think it is, we haven’t seen him in over five years. Besides he wouldn’t dare show his face here after he robbed us.

  “Aye yo, keep it down. My son is asleep.” Mateo deep northern Italian accent traveled through the apartment; he was louder than the guest. I slid a robe on to cover up my white solid lace floral lingerie that I had on. Mateo loves this lingerie on me, he said it compliments all my curves and brings out the green color of my eyes. I haven’t worn this for him since Franklin came along. I was hoping this outfit would land me some dick tonight, but with the way things are going, I don’t think so. I had to be nosey to see who Mateo brought to our home. It better not be Dino’s ass. I hyped myself up to go the fuck off on that ass.

  “My bad bro. I just need a beer and a foot massage.” The man continued. Hearing his voice, is making me rowdy, I know that’s not Dino in my mothafucken place! I stood by the bedroom listening in before I made my dramatic entrance.

  “I can’t help you with a massage, but I got a beer for ya.” Mateo offered. I stood in the hallway only to see Mateo’s best friend Dino, on the bar stool. I knew it was mothafucken Dino. He’s a big, tall and a solid guy, he’s never scared of shit, until he saw me, nervous sweat stained his face. After all he put me and my family through, we would have been homeowners it wasn’t for his him stealing our money.

  “Dino Wesley, what the fuck are you doing here?” His expression was vague until I spoke, then he became the joyful Dino I knew years ago. “Shae Shae! What’s up girl!” He greets me with a bear hug. “You know me, I can’t sit still. Look I know you mad at me but--.” He said then he exchanged looks to my husband. I didn’t question it. He continued talking as if he felt the need to explain. “Yea, they had a brotha down in Texas, working for the past 5 years. I’m back in ATL though. This is my hometown, home is where the heart is at, so they say.” I hear what he’s saying but I can’t fight the urge for my hood rat Shae, Shae to resurface on his ass. Mateo notice that look on my face, before he could pop his beer open, he grabbed me by the arm and took me to the bedroom. “Aye I’ll be right back Dino.”

  “Aright bro. I’ll be here.” Dino replied.

  “Let’s talk.�
�� Mateo whispered. I closed the door to our room so Dino couldn’t hear us. “What is he doing here, Mateo?”

  “What do you mean? It’s Dino. I didn’t think I had to ask if he could come over.” Mateo is acting as if he forgot what Dino did to us. How could he let this fool back into our lives? We lost our chances of ever buying a house. We lost our cars and all our money because of him. It took us three years to get back right again and we’re still suffering behind his greedy addiction in gambling. He is supposed to be my husband’s best friend which Mateo don’t have many of. This guy has lost his mind coming to our home, unless he’s here to give us back our $350,000 then he can get the hell out of here.

  I tell Mateo, “Yea, He can come over if he has our $350,000. If not, he can get the fuck outta here Mateo.”

  “What cha got on under here?” He tries to peek inside my robe, I smack his hand away.

  “You don’t get to see it until he leaves.”

  He begins to mimic me. “Oh, that’s how it is?”

  “Yes, that’s how it is.”

  “Well, will this get me a peek inside? He waves a yellow paper across my chest.

  “Mateo what is that?” I tried taking it out of his hand, but he was too quick for me.

  “Show me wants under the robe.” He crosses his arms, waiting for me to reveal my breast, that he loves so much. Grinning and anxious to see them.

  “Your such an ass.” But I do love is arrogant ass. I open my robe to give him a peep and closed it. “Now give me that.” I snatched the paper out of his hands.

  “Damn baby, what’s the special occasion? I haven’t seen you wear that in years. It was game night to be exact, hell Lebron James had hair then.” He laughs.

  I smack my teeth, knowing damn well he aint never had hair.

  I finally took a glimpse of the paper in my hand and Im lost for words. Mateo’s greedy, Mr. Scrooge smile, let me know this check was real. “Right, can you believe it? $500,000. He came through baby.” Mateo said rubbing his hands together, anxious to spend this check.

  He went on by saying, “Babe, when he came to the school, my first reaction was, I’mma kill this fool. I saw red Baby. I wanted his blood on my hands. He knew that, so he pulled this out of his wallet and handed it to me.”

  “Are you serious?!” I was in shock. “Maybe we should go to the bank early in the morning just to make sure the funds are really there.”

  Mateo bites down on his lip when he’s anxious to tell me something. “I already did. I called the bank when he was in my class, it’s all legit. Shit Baby, after all we’ve been through with his ass, I had to be sure this wasn’t another scam. It is a legit check Boo. He invested in a stock for a little of nothing and it hit to three million in a three-month time.”

  “Um, that’s great Mateo. I’m happy for him.” That look in my husband eyes scares me. I can see the greed to go gamble this money away was on his face. He has never had this much money at one time. With his addiction to gamble, I think it would be best if we invest it right away. “Mateo, we need this money to buy a house, like we intended to do before Dino took our money on a get rich quick scheme.

  Mateo becomes defensive. “I’m not on that level anymore Shay. You know that… In the morning, we’ll go to the bank and deposit it. Then we’ll go shop around for a house.” He hugs me. His deep southern tone had always made me melt. My cell phone on the dresser rings. Mateo grabs the phone and looks at the caller ID. “Babe, your boss is calling you this late?” I was haunted by the person on the other end of the call. I took the phone from Mateo hands as if it was on fire and threw it to the bed. “There is no way, I’m answering that phone. I refuse to do any more fucken revisions for this article he has me doing. I’ll talk to Gary Monday morning it’s the weekend.”

  “Al—right.” He was hesitant in responding almost as if my nervousness was a dead giveaway that it was another man on my line. “Well, I’mma get back to Dino and I’ll be back to take that lingerie off of you.” He kisses me from my lips down to my 36DD’s.

  I tried to hurry him off, just in case my phone rung again. “You do that Baby. Tell Dino he’s still not off the hook with me yet.” I gave Mateo a promising smile that Dino is almost cool with me. He caught my drift and smiled back, “I know baby.” Mateo kisses my breast some more before leaving the room. “I’ll be back.”

  This inconsiderate ass hole has no boundaries. I specifically told him never to call me after 4:00 pm. I knew it was a mistake. A mistake that shouldn’t had felt so damn good. I scream in my head, ‘Why lawd?! Why?!’ I called Gary back, which was really Franklin’s number, then I closed the door to our room.

  “Hello.” The ass hole answered on the first ring. Damn, He sound so sexy, when he answers his phone.

  I try to whisper. “Franklin, why are you calling me so late?”

  Franklin cockily laughs. “Do you miss me?” Is he trying to piss me off? I ask myself.

  “I just seen you this morning. You haven’t given me enough time to miss you. Franklin don’t call me anymore. Your married. I’m married. Let’s just call it what it is—a good fuck.” Franklin smacks his teeth. “Come on girl, it’s been more than a good fuck. It’s been two years of great fucking. And about Lola, you know my wife? That’s what I want to talk to you about. We’re getting a divorce. I’m announcing it tomorrow morning on ACS News. You should watch it, 6:00 AM. Turn your alarm clock on.”

  “Franklin, what did you do?” This man has too many surprises with all his shenanigans

  Franklin ignores me. “6:00 A.M. okay? Don’t forget. Bye now. Dream of me.” He hung up the phone.

  Chapter 2 — MATEO

  Once again Shay was asleep and was too tired to have sex. Hell, I’m lucky if I get it once a month. Ever since her miscarriage last year, she’s been different. Her therapist did mention it will take some time for her to get over the loss of our child. She did carry our daughter full-term until birth. Instead of having our newborn home with us, we were making funeral arrangements, it was hard for all of us. Shay hates it when I talk about her but it’s something the Dr said to do because it helps to heal the heart. I just want my wife back. She tells me how selfish I am and complains that I need to be more considerate of her feelings. I think I am being considerate. Sometimes she makes me so mad with her, ‘I’m the victim bullshit.’ The next morning, Junior woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs and Daddy’s coffee brewing. I sat him down in his booster seat at the kitchen table. He had a plate of my banging breakfast and Daddy’s morning ACS News playing in our living room on the tv. I join my son at the table with my black coffee.

  “Daddy, where’s Mommy?” Junior asked.

  “Sleep, man.” There was a time when Shay would never miss a meal with her family at the round table. The door to our bedroom crept open and out comes Shay, rubbing her eyes, wearing her white robe.

  “Why didn’t you wake me up?” She asked me. “Is this ACS News?” She asked without receiving my first answer.

  I answered without giving her direct contact. “Um, you got an alarm clock. Nothing’s changed. And you know I watch ACS every morning. Nothing’s changed.” I eat a piece of bacon. “You’re the one who’s changed.” I muffled, low enough so Junior couldn’t hear me but loud enough so she could.

  “Mateo, not today.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders and kiss my neck and whisper in my ear. “I’m sorry for falling asleep on you last night. I promise I will make it up to you today.” Junior notice Daddy’s face lite up as Mommy whispers in my ear.

  “What ‘cha laughing at?” I sling a piece of bacon to his plate.

  “Daddy, you should see your face. It’s all like this-

  He does a poor impression of me, even with him being my little twin, it was a bad impression. Shay spreads her morning love around the table to Junior with a kiss on the cheek. Something struck her attention on television, she had almost fell to the floor trying to sit in the chair.

  “Baby, are you okay?” I rushed to
help her to her seat.

  “Yeah, I guess I’m feeling a little dizzy. Can you get me some water please Mateo?” She waves me off. I can admit I’m very overly protective when it comes to these two.

  (ACS NEWS)

  Mike the news caster announces a breaking news story: “It looks as if, Mayor Franklin Wesley has an important announcement this morning. He is in the middle of his living room. Sharon, can you hear me?”

  “Yes, Mike, loud and clear. We are here this morning at Mayor Franklin Wesley residence, where he has something very important and detrimental, that he would like to share with us. We are currently setting up his mic, it’ll be just a second. As you know Franklin has served four great years with our Atlanta community and has done a fine job in making our city great again. Unemployment rate is at an all-new low of 4%. There is no waiting list for public housing and nearly everyone can afford housing and medical insurance here in Carlton County Atlanta. His success is very remarkable. We need this type of nobleness in the oval office. Maybe we can hope for the best. He has done a lot for our community. Teachers are finally getting the recognition they deserve. I support our Mayor to the fullest, he’s done a lot for us.

  “Yea, if you say so.” Shay mumbles in her cup of water. When it comes to politics, Shay is remorseful. She could care less about our Mayor, Governor or racist ass president, who would do anything and everything in his power to segregate us.

  (ACS NEWS)

  “Thank you, Sharon, for that uplifting introduction. I greatly appreciate it. And I appreciate all of you that support me and voted for me. Let me start by saying, family is everything and you are my family. But there comes a time when family descends. Me & my wife Lola Wesley have decided to separate... divorce. This was a hard decision to make but it was a mutual one. However, she will still be a part of my journey as Mayor. I think as my family, you should find out from me personally, not the blogs or the internet. This was a mutual agreement and was better for the both of us. I will still be attending the Mayors ball this Sunday at the auditorium. Please check your emails for invitations, you will be randomly selected to attend. Any formal questions can be answered at the ball. Thank you for your time.”