Broken Vows Page 4

  That response came out of nowhere. Even though Franklin has expressed to me several times that he wants to meet the other half of me.

  “Franklin, I already told you no.” He turns away releasing a frustrated deep sigh. “Damn, woman. You have to many stipulations. I can’t have all of you. You won’t let me touch your breast. In which I think I know why. I guess your husband can have your breast, shit I have majority of you. What I don’t get is why don’t you want to meet your son?” His jealously is cute but meeting my son is out of the question.

  I shook my head no. “One day you will but not like this.”

  Franklin kisses me. “I’ll accept that. I don’t know about you but my 6’3 ass can’t sleep in your Beamer. We need a room. Let me call Zion my bodyguard, to get us a room at the Hilton. Come on let’s go.”

  The next morning

  Waking up next to Franklin felt like home. He barricaded me in his arms. I smiled at how peaceful he sleeps. Mateo on the other hand, snores loud and talks in his sleep. Franklin makes me feel safe. Mateo makes me feel like a babysitter. I ask myself, why am I with Mateo? Do I love him? Or do I tolerate him for our child sakes? After the affairs I did not think I could go back to Mateo. He humiliated me and made my parents out to be right about him. My parents said Mateo is not husband material. My Dad saw right through him. In college Mateo had eyes only for me. Even after graduation we were so much in love. Everything began to change when we moved from New York to Atlanta. Mateo and his father were close, he knew about me and adored me. It was Mateo’s racist mother Irene who despise me because I’m black. Mateo’s father Matzo did his best to get Irene to accept me, but she couldn’t get past the fact, that her baby boy married a black woman. Mateo and I skipped town and eloped

  When we came to Atlanta, things were a little hard for us without our parent’s money. Who knew a degree doesn’t always guarantee a job placement in America? Things took a turn for the worst, Mateo started gambling to pay our backed-up bills and I got pregnant a year later. 26 years old, married and pregnant to a compulsive gambler. Reliving those memories and Mateo confronting me about his unfaithfulness brings back that hurt, pain and rejection from the world. My heart nearly stopped when he cried to me about his adultery, asking me to forgive him. With Junior only being 2 years old, I felt alone because Mateo was my best friend and my only friend. We were taking the world on head and had so many ambitions to be something great, then there he goes fucking up shit. The man I once love, I hated. I couldn’t trust him with my heart, or my son. I had to get away. Now I’m feeling the same way I did then. Franklin pulls my bare body tighter into him.

  “What are you thinking about?” He asked.

  “Nothing.” I lied.

  “Your lying… Tell me…”

  “Is it selfish of me to say, I don’t wanna go home?” I asked him. Franklin squeezes me even tighter. “You have a right to your own feelings. I’m just glad I get to wake up beside you this morning. We need more days like this.”

  “We will. I have to get ready though. We’re moving today and I need to talk to Mateo. If I’m gonna be ready for the Ball tonight, I need to leave now.” What I said put a big smile on Franklin’s face.

  “Before you get ready, I want you again.” We kissed, as he slid inside me. Damn, this man stays hard. I wrap my legs around his waist, moving my hips to his rhythm. His fist digged into the bed, with deep long thrust. “Stay with me.” With his question came circular penetrating strokes, putting me in a valunerable position because he’s hitting every spot. A flush of tension was released from me, I felt light and free. Whatever he asked for he could get, that’s how good I felt. “Your gonna stay with me?” He moans at the thought of me staying, his thrust become deep and hard, circular and long, griping my ass up in the air to feel every inch inside of me. “Yes, baby… yes.” I bit down on my lip, knowing what I said, I’ll have to explain later. His pumps from fast to circular, with his lips devouring mine, pounding me until he filled me up, jerking at his own explosion of satisfaction. We laid in the bed for what seemed like two hours before I got up to take a bath.

  Franklin watched me apply my make-up with the bath towel wrapped around me. “When should I expect you back here?”

  “I don’t know. Give me at least until three o’clock. Is your wife gonna be there?”

  “Probably so… But who gives a damn?”

  “I do. I don’t want any problems.”

  “If you want, she wont even know your there.”

  “How is that? Don’t they publicized this on tv?”

  “Nope. If you having second doubts about it, then just meet me here after the ball.”

  “No… no… I’m coming.”

  He moans. “That you did. I would like to get you to come for me again.”

  I laugh. “No, I have to go.”

  I got dressed and headed to the apartment. Franklin stayed in the room. The Hilton is known for reporters and now is not a good time for us to get caught up. When I turned my cell phone on, I had 38 text messages from Mateo and 10 voicemails. All pleading for me to answer my phone and how much he loves me.

  When I made it to our apartment everything was gone? The apartment was empty. Mateo left a letter on the bar, that read:

  Hey Baby,

  Dino & I moved everything to the new house. Please take your key to the leasing office. I love you.

  Mateo finally took charge of something, since we’ve been in Atlanta. I’m always handling our finances, moving, bills, putting Junior in Day care. I’m the one who found our apartment because Mateo was so far out into his gambling and women. I had dropped the key off to the leasing office and got a text from Franklin that read:

  Done. Pick your dress up at your office. I swung by the office to pick the dress up and headed to our new home. The wrap around driveway made me feel like royalty. Our two-story brick home is everything I’d imagine, when we moved to Atlanta. Our house has 2 French doors in the front. Mateo opens the door before I could touch the knob. The look on his face said it all. Never have I seen that look. I walked into our home, the house was completely unpacked and was beautiful. Mateo watched my every move with his arms folded across his hard chest. “You and Dino did this all by yourself?” I go from room to room and Mateo follows.

  Mateo responds. “Movers helped too. I called you. You had your phone off. Where were you?” His short questions and stale stares were demanding for answers. I tried not to look his way. “I got me a hotel room. I told you that.” I stretched out across the new bed he bought in our room. He stood in the doorway with his hand on his shaved chin, staring at me.

  “What Mateo? What do you want me to say?” He started to piss me off.

  “A thank you would be nice.” He said it so calmly, which is not like him. His Italian accent is always deep and passionate.

  “Why? Why should you get a thank you, when I do shit like this every day, you never thank me unless it’s Mother’s Day? This is what you’re supposed to do as a man of the house, Mateo. So, stop acting like I don’t appreciate the little things that you do, do.” I stop holding back on how I really feel. He looked at me in disgust. “Who are you? Because this arrogant ass person in front of me is not the woman I married.” I walked over to Mateo with no remorse of what I’m about to say. “You’re not the man I fucken married neither. Those women Mateo, all those fucken women!” When I think about it, it still hurts so bad. He can hear the hurt and pain in my words. “I try to get over it. I try. When I look at you, all I see is you moaning for another woman that’s not me. How could you allow someone to take my place? It’s not fair for me to act like nothing happened. When I’m with you that’s what I see. I can’t even have sex with you anymore because all I see is them. You want things to go back to the way they were, but I can’t” My tears began to burn my eyes as they flooded my face. “I can’t Mateo.” Mateo grabs me in his arms and kisses my forehead repeatedly.

  “Baby, I’m so sorry.” His deep cries and hard abs r
ocked me in his arms. I know he’s sorry for what he did, but why did he do it? “Baby, I was weak. I wasn’t the man needed me to be for you and Junior. I felt low. Low of the lowest. I proved your Dad and my Mom right, that I will fail you as a husband and a provider. Do you know how hard it is for me to come home to you knowing I failed you? There’s still no excuse for what I did. I just wish I can go in the past and erase everything I did to hurt you. I can’t though... I’m trying Shay, I really am.” He lays his forehead on mines, crying his heart out for forgiveness. I’m crying because I never knew why he did it. “Shay, Baby, it feels like I’m losing you, and I don’t want to lose you.” He wraps his arms around my waist and squeeze me. “I don’t wanna lose you.” He kisses my neck softly and picked me up to carry me to the bed. I can feel his hardness through his sweatpants touching my inner thigh. We haven’t had sex in three months. Knowing I was with Franklin earlier today, unprotected, I had to stop this or have Mateo put a condom on. “Wait…wait a second. Can you please put on a condom?”

  Mateo took a step back. “For what?” He asked. “I’m ovulating and I haven’t taken my birth control this morning. I’m just not ready to get pregnant again, especially after losing-

  Mateo waved it off and pulled out a condom from the chest drawl. Damn it’s starting to get easier and easier to lie. He slid my dress off and sucked on my breast. Awe damn, he makes love to both of my breast, it turns me on so bad. I push back his long hair to see his chestnut eyes looking up at me, enjoying his lips on my nipples. I can feel his hard dick trying to penetrate through my panties. He kisses his way down to my warmth, until I begged him not to eat me out. There was something about his reactions that had me thinking he’s fishing for answers. Mateo is not a pussy eater. He was looking for a trespasser. Thank goodness He didn’t question me. His thickness and hardness invaded my tightness from the Epsom bath at the hotel. as he strokes me deeper and deeper. I miss this. Mateo sex had me hypnotize, his lips sucking on my neck with every thrust.

  “Awe, yes baby, you feel so good inside of me.” I begged him not to stop, pressing on his tight ass to go deeper inside. Moving my hips to follow his rhythm. He watches me work myself up to an organism.

  “Damn your so beautiful Shay.” He watch me while his hardness is throbbing inside of me, ready to explode. Sex with Mateo had always been great. Maybe this is a fresh start to repairing our marriage. There was something about this time. Almost as if we made a breakthrough. I kiss him, wanting more of my husband. He massively kisses me back and his dick becomes hard again inside of me. “Let me get another condom.” Guilt sat in when he said that. My husband has to wear a condom to fuck his wife. Damn you Karma! I took it like a big girl and sucked the guilt up. Mateo is a walking PI, he knows when something is up with me. We had four sessions of amazing sex. I laid my head on his bare chest. “Thank you, Mateo, for everything you did. Everything looks so beautiful. And tell Dino I said thank you too.”

  He kisses my forehead and squeeze me. “Your welcome baby. Dino, he’ll be here later, you can tell him personally. He put his work in today.”

  “Okay. Did ya’ll have plans tonight?” I asked.

  “Nah, he just wants to watch the game over here tonight… But if you want me too, I’ll tell him to come by another day.” He offered. As bad as I want my husband to myself, I think my vagina is tired. I need as much rest as possible get, not to mention going to Franklin’s Ball is diffidently out of the question. “It’s okay. You guys have fun. I’mma enjoy this day in my bed.” It’s an hour before the Ball starts, I sent Franklin a text message letting him know I wouldn’t be able to make it. 20 minutes later he still hasn’t responded, hoping he has his cell phone on him. The sound of our doorbell goes off. I can get use to having a doorbell. I sink into our comfortable mattress, while Mateo answers the door.

  He looks at his phone to check the time. “Damn, Dino is here early.”

  “Maybe he wants a few beers before the game start.”

  “Yeah, maybe.” Mateo make is way downstairs, with just his sweats on.

  Chapter sEVEN- franklin

  “I hate to bother you, but could I use your phone? My car ran out of gas and I’m supposed to be at my ball as we speak.” I stood before the man I despise, Mateo Rosso. Shay never showed up at her work for me to pick her up. I did a jailhouse break on her GPS again, to find their new home. I had a gut feeling that something was wrong. I stood at their doorstep fashionably late, in a white tuxedo, a black turtleneck underneath and white pointy, shiny shoes to match. My hair is faded, and my edges were perfect. My presentation made Mateo hurry up and put his shirt that’s hanging from his shoulder. Mateo shout out for Shay to come downstairs.

  It doesn’t take her long to come strutting down the stairs, fiddling with her white robe strap, she doesn’t look up at me until she’s halfway down. The moment she seen the witty smile on my face, she wished she hadn’t come. What the hell is he doing here? She was probably asking herself. Mateo opens the door more to welcome me into their home. “I’m sorry man, come on in. Let me go get my cell phone.” He leaves a kiss on Shay lips on the way up, while skipping each step.

  I adjust my jacket. The hickey on Shay’s neck triggered something in me. How could she fuck me, then go home and fuck him? She comes close enough for me to me smell me the cologne she bought me. “What are you doing here?” She spoke through clench teeth. I wasn’t hearing her shit. The huge vampire mark on her neck, is what she needs to be explaining to me about. With vengeance roaring in my eyes, that I made sure she could see. “I ran out of gas. I’ll be leaving as soon. I just need to call my wife to come get me. I see you and your Husband made up. It must have been great considering that big bruise on your neck.” She must not have known he left a mark on her. She covers her hickey quickly with her hand. “No need to hide it. I already seen it. So, you rather have a bowl of spaghetti than fried chicken?”

  Mateo calls out to Shay. “Baby, do you know where my phone is at?”

  Shay tries to get under my skin by responding sexual to her husband. “No baby. Check the bed or your pants on the floor.” I clench my jaw, knowing she’s trying to make me lose my cool. She lick her lips and get close enough for me to smell her breathe. “I already had spaghetti today. Besides I don’t eat fried chicken, you should already know that. And when you leave, I’ll have some more spaghetti.”

  “You are unbelievable Shay. Just wait. When until I get you alone, you won’t be saying that.” I spoke with confidence, knowing I can back my shit up. On several occasions Shay has told me that I’m a better lover then Mateo. I feel as if she’s only putting on a show because her husband is near. She loves to play victim and I’m is not in a good position right now to play along.

  Mateo comes sprinting downstairs to hand me Shay’s phone. “I couldn’t find my phone. So, I got yours. Mine is somewhere around here. Shay kissed her husband on the cheek and said. “That’s okay baby, we’ll find it.”

  I try to keep my attention on dialing Lola’s number, but it was hard watching Shay call her husband Baby and her gentle touches. “Did I intrude on anything? I do apologize.”

  Shay speaks up. “Yes, actually you did.”

  Mateo elbows Shay. “Shay… Come on stop it. Nah, you good. I just like to say, that you are doing a great job as Mayor. I work for the school district and your wife is the reason we all got pay raises.” I smirked when Mateo mentioned my evil ass wife. Mateo continues. “I’m sorry about your separation. Coming from a family of do overs, we believe in chances, we don’t divorce.”

  I muffle. “You mean racist?”

  Mateo eyebrows connected. “Excuse me?” I clear my throat. “I mean, don’t Italians because I can see your Italian native. Don’t they believe in marrying inside their race. I have a few friends that are Italian and that’s what they tell me. Is it true?” I give Shay a manipulative smile that only we saw. Mateo wrapped his arm around his wife waist and respond with. “Yea, that’s true. But if you love someone har
d enough, nothing else should matter.”

  I try my best to ignore Mateo’s jibber jabbish, I know the truth behind Shay and him. This fool is acting as if their marriage is perfect. Shut this motha fucka up. Lola answers on the first ring.

  “My car ran out of gas. Can you send someone to pick me up and tow the car……? Yes… Yes. I know I’m late for my own Ball…. Send someone to 4789 West Farms Drive. Just stall until I get there.” I gave Mateo the cell phone back and proceed to walk out the door.

  Mateo, “Is your ride here already?”

  My response was, “Nah, I’mma wait in the car. I don’t want to intrude. I appreciate the phone call.”

  “You don’t have too. You can chill here until your ride get here.” Mateo insisted.

  “Well your wife, she must be a republican because she doesn’t care for me. So, I think I better sit this one outside.” I use is guilt trip. This was nothing new to Shay. I’m a mastermind in manipulating folks. Shay waves me off. “Mateo let me know when he leaves. I’ll be upstairs, waiting on you.” Shay strolled up the stairs, her curvy curves and round ass had me clearing my throat.

  Mateo, “I apologize. Please excuse my wife. You are more than welcome to wait inside.”

  I glimpse at the top of the stairs hoping Shay would return. “No, I think I better wait outside. I do thank you for extending your home out to me.”

  Mateo, “No problem man.”

  chapter eight - shay

  Upstairs from my bedroom window I watched Franklin get into his car before calling him. I shout out to my husband to keep him from coming upstairs. “Baby, I’m hungry can you make me something to eat?”

  Mateo shouts back, “Yea, what ‘cha want babe?”

  I hold my cell phone to my chest. “Something. I’m starving.”

  Mateo, “I got ‘cha.”