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  Sharon the newscaster is in a state of shock. “Wow, I was not expecting that. Well, there you have it, you heard it from the Mayors mouth himself, him and Lola Wesley are separating. They were my Michelle & Obama. Mike back to you.”

  Shay exclaimed. “Wow! Like, did he really have to announce that on television? I wonder if he told her before telling the world?”

  I agree that was a mesy but in an elegant way I thought. “I know right? I met her a few times. She came to—

  Shay cuts me off. “Wait… What--- what did you say? You met her?”

  “Yea, that’s what I said. She came down to the school a few times to speak with the teachers one on one about the school pay. She’s a sweet woman. And one of the reasons why we got a pay raise.”

  Shay is surprise because she’s just now hearing about it. “I evevn know that.” During that time, Shay was so busy, we barely had time to talk.

  “Alright, come on buddy. Let’s get you ready for school.” I pick my son up to take him to his room. “Babe, your plate is in the microwave.”

  CHAPTER 3 – FRANKLIN

  “So, is this what we’re doing Frank?” Lola shashay her way into the living room of our ranch, while the camera grew wrap up. Her curly hair is drenched from her usual morning swim in the pool. Her red robe is covering her curvy chocolate body that I use to love so much.

  I calmly ask. “What are you talking about Lola?” I ask the camera guy if he could remove the mic off my shirt.

  The camera guy said. “Sure. It’ll only take a second.”

  “You know what I’m talking about Frank. You’re so fucken sloppy and careless. Why do you keep showing out for these cameras?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Come on let’s talk in my office.” I pull her by her arm. She snatches her arm out of my grip.

  “No.” She stomps.

  “Lola lets go. Don’t make a scene.” I muffle to her. This is not the time nor place for her ghettoness.

  “Frank you don’t own me. And your ass already made a scene by going on television. So, If I wanna make a got damn scene, then I’ll make a got damn scene. What gives you the right to announce our separation on television? Is that the only way you can reach out to her? Huh? What, the little bitch aint returning your calls?” Leave up to Lola to make a big scene. The camera crew act as if they werent listening to my wife rant and rave but it was kind of hard not too, when she’s loud as fuck. I yank her by the arm and pull her into my office and slammed the door. “What are you doing? Are you trying to ruin my reputation?”

  “Fuck you and fuck your reputation Frank. If anyone is ruining your reputation, it’s you.” She shoves her two manicure fingers in my forehead, disrespecting and turning me on all at the same time.

  “Lola, stop it.” I warned her.

  “Or what? Huh?” She repeatedly does it, until I bend her ass over and shove all ten inches of my hard dick inside her pussy. All my anger and humiliation she caused me throughout the years was put into each hard deep thrust. She cries with heavy tears. She is just as hurt as I am. But at this moment, I didn’t care about how much she was hurting. I wanted her to feel the pain that I felt with each pound digging in her pussy. This separation wasn’t because of Shay, it was long overdue. The man I have become she does not deserve. She is good at playing the victim. Deep thoughts and her loud cries kept me from performing. I pulled out and slid up my pants. “Stop crying Lola.” As mad as I am, I can’t stand to see her cry.

  “Frank your turning me into your enemy.” She snuffles, wiping her tears away.

  “Join the few that are. You don’t scare me. I’ve known you for what—16 years? You don’t scare me at all. We have a conference at nine. I need you there.” I grab the door handle of my office when she hits me with the Lola I know. The manipulating 32-year-old Lola that I hate so much.

  “Frank, you don’t want this.” Her tears disappeared within seconds and she turned into psychopath. “If you go through with this separation, I will not only take everything you have. I will make sure you have nothing. Your entire reputation is based on a lie and I will make sure the entire world knows who you really are. Oh, and your little bitch of a hore, Shay Rosso—” How the hell did she know her name? She knew of a woman but never knew Shay’s name. When Shay’s name slithered from her snake of a mouth, it instantly pissed me off. It’s not easy to tick me off but Lola found my weak spot. If I could get away with murder, I would. She continued once knew Shay was my weakness. “Oh, you didn’t know I knew, huh?” Her laugh was scary and loud like Cruella Deville. “And her husband Mateo, what will he do when he finds out that his wife has been sleeping with the Mayor? Did you know Mateo is the son of Matzo Rosso and grandson of Lorenzo Rosso?”

  I laughed it off to keep her from getting underneath my skin. “And? What, I’m supposed to scared or something?”

  She shoves her two fingers at my forehead again. “Your so dumb baby. Your fucking with a mobster wife. All this man got to do is give a name and your ass is buried alive. He loves his whore of a wife, unlike you. You have no chance in being with her. He’d probably kill you before he allows any other man to have her.” She observes her nails. “Or he’ll kill you both. Then you both can be together.” This chick has really lost her fucken marbles.

  “Are you premediating to kill the Mayor?” I probed for answers.

  “Oh, Frank I’m not dumb. I know you got this room bugged. I will be attending the ball with you, but not as your ex, we will be going as a couple. I will be by your side as your wife and you will tell everyone there and publicized it, that we are not getting a divorce. Whatever story you make up, since your good at lying. You tell them that we decided to work things out. If not, the whole world will know your dirty laundry Frank.”

  If there is one thing, I can’t stand is someone blackmailing me. Lola needs to stand down. She doesn’t want to take it there. “Are you sure you wanna take it there?”

  “I already did. See you at the conference. I gotta find a dress for the Mayors ball, so I can shame all those bitches there. See you later hubby.” She pinches my cheeks before walking out the door.

  “Son of a bitch!” I punch a hole in the wall. I can hear her evil laugh echoing through the house. I need to see Shay immediately. I called her cell and she answered on the first ring. “Franklin, what do you want?”

  “I need to see you. Can we meet at around one o’clock?” She can hear the urgency in my voice.

  “Franklin, I will be with Mateo all day. It’s not possible.”

  “Shay I really, really need to see you.” I nearly begged.

  “Mateo’s coming, I’ll call you back later.” She hung up.

  “Shit!” I called her back until she turned her phone off.

  Chapter four — Shay

  After meeting with a few realtors and looking at a couple of homes, we found one. It’s in the upscale area of the inner city, in a gated community. We put an offer on a four bedroom, four full baths and 1 ½ bath. The listed price is $400,000 but our offer was $360,000, we’re hoping they settle so we can close at the end of this month. Next month our least is up for the apartment we’re in and I don’t want to stay there another month. The realtor gave us an estimate time of the end of this week for an answer. I’m so excited.

  When we arrived home around 12:43 pm, I told Mateo something had came up at the office and I had to run. He didn’t give me a hard time, though the office is closed on Saturday. I got in my car and drove to Franklin’s and I condo. I used my personal key to get in. Inside he had “Making Love Between the Sheets’ by the Isely Brothers playing on his surround sound.

  “Franklin? Where are you?” I followed the rose pedals around the winding stairs to his loft and opened the door. He was hiding behind the bedroom door. Franklin slides my sleeveless shirt down my arm and softly kisses my shoulders. I was lost for words. “What are you doing?”

  “Kissing you.” He continues to make his way down to my breast knowingly the
ir Mateo’s only piece of me, that Franklin hasnn’t touched. I could never get accustom to Franklin kissing or touching my breast, they were for my husband.

  “Why don’t you let me have all of you?” He pulls away.

  “Because I’m not yours. Look, I said I wasn’t gonna to do this again. And I’m not. Is this why you called me over here? Huh?” I pull my sleeve up.

  He follows my body with his hungry eyes. “Shay, lay down on the bed and lift your skirt up”

  “You must be crazy… Yeah, I am almost convinced your crazy.” I speak but his horny ass doesn’t hear me. All he heard and felt was his brain telling him to take me and the anaconda between his legs throbbing to be inside of me. His shirt comes off and his boxers. He grabs my ass and I couldn’t resist his persistence’s. I wrap my legs around his waist. We kiss wild and hard. He moves my panties to side and slides his thickness inside of me. My body melted in his arms, as he bounces me on his dick. He grips two handful of my ass cheeks, shoving me harder on him. Our heavy breathing and moaning turned us both on even more. I cried for him not to stop, he felt enormously good inside of me. I wanted him in every way possible. He curries me to the bed so he can fill me up. I feel myself about to climax when the bedroom door abruptly opens.

  “I got chall asses now.” Franklin’s wife storms into the room, recording us fucking on her cell phone.

  “What the hell Lola. What are you doing here?” Franklin main concern was covering my face and body up with his blanket on the bed. I felt helpless barricaded under his blanket.

  “I told you, you do not wanna fuck with me Frank. And I told you you’re getting mad sloppy lately. I’ve been known about this condo. This video is insurance for your career and our marriage. Hello, Shay Rosso. It was a pleasure talking to your husband Mateo Russo. Your just as dumb as Frank to mess around on a man like Mateo. I guess you two really do deserve each other. Well goodbye hubby. I’ll see you later.”

  I hear the bedroom door close before I uncover myself. “What the fuck Franklin? How did she know my name?”

  “Shay, I have no idea.”

  He’s looking real suspect to me right now. “What did she mean, she talked to my husband? Did she tell him about us, while I was here?” I see what this is, I convinced myself that this was a setup. “This was a set-up. You set me up, so she can get to him and you can have me to yourself! You guys are fucken sick!”

  Franklin pleaded. “Shay baby calm down.” There was no calming me down, I was disgusted when he tried to reach out to me. “Shay, please listen to me. This shit wasn’t a set-up. She’s just mad Baby.”

  “Franklin don’t touch me. You need to get that video from her.” I pointed to the door, as if she was still standing there.

  Franklin picked up his cell and speed dialed a number. “I’m already ahead of you baby.” He listens for an answer. “Ayo Bryan, I need you to delete some files from my wife’s phone. And check any outgoing texts or emails and delete them all. Ok, thanks man.” He hung up the phone. “It’s done.”

  “How do I know you—

  He interrupts me. “Oh, come on Shay. I haven’t lied to you yet and I’m not gonna start now. Trust me it’s done! And I’ll handle her. Now come here, so I can finish what we started woman!”

  “Uh, I don’t think so. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t had come here. I’m going home to be with my husband Franklin. Here’s your key. Please lose my number or I will change it if you try to call me.” I had to break myself away from this horrible situation before it turns bad. “You’ll be back. You always do.” He said as he stretched out on the bed.

  “No, I won’t.” I toss him his apartment key and left the condo. The entire drive home I rehearsed how I would react to Mateo’s questions because I still had the smelt Franklins cologne on me. I’m hoping Mateo has his cologne on, that I bought for his birthday. 20 minutes of rehearsing I am positive I got this. Two years of messing around with Franklin, I should be an advocate for how to get away with cheating. Each day went by I learned a new way to be ten steps ahead of Mateo. I would buy him and Franklin the same type of cologne, so I wouldn’t come home smelling like another man. I only allowed Franklin to call me before 4pm and after 8am Monday – Friday. We never met at hotels because of Franklins profession, nor our homes. How his wife found out about our condo and where we were today is beyond me. I did everything possible to cover my tracks and I’m sure Franklin has too. Therefore, I don’t how she would’ve known. The walk upstairs to the third floor of our apartment was heart wrenching. I opened the front door, hoping Mateo is sleep or have gone to pick Junior up from the babysitter. Our white fluffy carpet is covered with UHAUL boxes and my closet clothes are laying over them.

  I’m scared to call out his name, but I do it anyway. “Mateo, what is going on?” I could barely get into my own apartment. I walk to our bedroom, where I hear Mateo rumbling around in our walk-in closet. “Mateo…”

  “I’m in the closet.” He shouted.

  When I make it to the bedroom, boxes surrounded our bed and Dino is packing our bathroom in boxes, while Mateo emptied out the two walk-in closets. I’m getting a Dino vibe here. Back in the day Dino always had a get rich quick scheme floating around in my husband’s head. I knew it was only a matter of time before he tries to suck Mateo in another one.

  “Mateo, what is going on?” I look over at Dino. He stopped what he was doing when he heard my voice.

  “Hey Babe.” Mateo leaves a sweaty kiss on my cheeks. I’m assuming by his reactions Lola hadn’t told him anything. “We’re packing.” He told me.

  The expression on my face gave him a reason to explain himself.

  Dino jumps in to save his boy. “Well, you see Shae Shae-

  He speaks as if he’s scared to talk to me. Something doesn’t sound right here. “Mateo, you need to tell me something now. Did you gamble our money away?”

  Mateo felt offended by my accusations. If looks could kill, I would be on the other end of his fist. “Hell, no Shay! Why would you even ask that? Fuck, that why would you even think that?” He grabbed a thick manila folder off the bed and shoved it in my chest. “Take that!” I’m almost scared to open it. Could he be serving me with divorce papers? He leaves the room to go to the living room. Dino was disappointed with me too. “You can believe me or not Shae Shae, I’m not who I use to be.” He follows Mateo to the living room. I hesitantly open the folder and inside of it is the Deed to our new home. The house we looked at today is now ours. I join the men in the kitchen while they enjoyed a beer together.

  “I thought we wouldn’t know anything until next week?” I asked Mateo.

  He was reluctant in even speaking to me, but he put on his big boy panties and spoke. “Dino knows the owner of the home we looked at today and they accepted our cash offer. They gave us the keys and said we can move in today. It’s nothing more to tell. It’s pretty self-explanatory, if you read what is in your hand.”

  Dino, “Yeah, I figured that’s the least I can do, after what I put ya’ll through Shae Shae.”

  “Thanks Dino. I appreciate it.” I’m intrigued, excited all at the same time. I was wrong about him. He has changed. No more small apartments, we are now officially homeowners. The word Homeowners felt good to say. Mateo smiles at my happiness but refuse to give in without an apology from me.

  “Glad to see you smile again. It’s been awhile.” Mateo nonchalantly added more salt to the open wound. I am offended by what he said, I do smile, Maybe less now than before. A lot has happened in the past year that has me looking at life in a much darker place. If Mateo can be more considerate of my feelings like Franklin does, then just maybe I’ll smile more. Mateo has put me and Junior through a lot, with his addiction in gambling not to mention his infidelities. When junior was 2 years old, he admitted to having multiple affairs with different women. There were times he’ll leave for a week or two at a time to gamble at casinos and spend his winnings on women. I was devasted when he told me. I wanted to kill him, but m
y heart couldn’t live without him. This man took my soul when he told me. I couldn’t look at him every day knowing he gave my loving away so easily. I tortured myself by wondering did he do the same things he did to me with the other women. And how often he would fuck them. It got so bad that we argued about everything. I didn’t trust him to go to the store, without thinking he was fucking someone. The arguing was putting a strain on Junior. Two months of living like this I couldn’t take no more, so I left. I took off with Junior to my Sister Viv house, in Mississippi. Mateo begged and begged for us to come back for several months. I even went as far to having divorce papers served to him, but he refused to sign. Six more months living Viv, Mateo convinced me with papers showing that he’s a changed man. He was going to therapy and life management classes for his addiction.

  When I think back on how my husband deceived me, its colds my heart when he tries to smile at me. All those old feelings resurface, and I start to hate him again. They never seem to go away. Just knowing he could deceive me again, made me feel better about me sleeping with Franklin. I was faithful to Mateo until Franklin came along. Sometimes, I wonder if the only reason why I’m with Mateo is because I don’t want to be alone. Don’t get me wrong, I still love my husband but the bullshit he put me through changed me.

  “Where’s Junior?” I ignored his compliment.

  “Oh, he’s at Brandon’s house. His Mom said it was okay for him to stay the night. We diffidently need the time to pack and move. Hey Yo’, Dino, did you pack Juniors room yet?” Mateo asked. I’m assuming Dino was confused as to when Mateo asked him to do our son’s room. Instead Mateo gives him an obvious gesture for him to leave the room.