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again.
I give him another long kiss. “Definitely.”
He gives me a quick peck as he fixes my hair and straightens out my dress. “I think I better get you out of here before things get even more out of hand,” Omari says, loosening his tie.
I give him a kiss on the cheek, grab my purse and phone off the table and turn around to leave. I see our waitress peeking out from the kitchen as Omari rings the bell for the last time tonight and the maître d appears to escort us to the door.
I get in the car and forget to put my seatbelt on because my mind is racing from all that has just taken place.
Omari leans in for one last kiss, his hand hot on my thigh, as he laughs and says, “I guess we both had sweets for dessert huh? I’ll call you later.” He closes the door and walks back toward the restaurant. I lean back and replay the entire evening in my mind, watching the lights of the city speed past my window.
I get upstairs and begin to undress as my phone chimes. It is a text from Omari.
Just checking to make sure you were home safe
I am
By the way thank you again for dessert it was delicious
I send back a blushing smiley face.
Chapter 10: Chyna
I spent a few days moping around the house ignoring Brazille’s phone calls and texts. I was going in and out of depression telling the truth mostly in. I loved Joaquin but obviously he just wanted to have his cake and eat it too. Everything I did for that man, or any man that I was involved with, I did with two hundred percent of my soul. None of them ever showed any loyalty or appreciation for it though. So why should I expect things with Joaquin be any different?
I sacrificed for him constantly. I sat at home alone while he was on business and family trips. I sat at home alone on my birthday, his wife’s birthday, and his birthday. I sat at home alone on his anniversary with his wife and looked at the pictures of their perfect evening as they popped up on my time line. I sat at home alone on holidays with the hope I would see him or hear from him the day after, the Official Side Chick Holiday, but not anymore.
I was not going to play the fool any longer. I had never doubted anything that he had told me. I never even complained because I wanted to make sure I made it easy for him, but now I am going to make sure I make it easy for me. Fuck him.
Iyauna called me the day before Brazille’s big grand opening and said that she needed to have an emergency meeting with me. I first thought that Joaquin had told her about us and had asked for the divorce, but I dismissed that thought because he would have called and told me the great news. Then I thought oh shit she has found out about us and now she wants to meet with me so she can beat my ass. I feel this is truly plausible, not that I could get done by a little model chick, but I make sure to dress for the occasion. I slip on some jeans with a Black Girls Rock t shirt and some Nikes.
I get to the meeting expecting the worse and that is exactly what I got. She was sitting there with her doting husband and they wanted to meet because she needed to change some things on her schedule for the next 9 months because she and Joaquin were expecting their first child.
I felt like someone punched me in the gut. Now I knew why he had been even less available for me the past few weeks and then this motherfucker had the nerve to be sitting there playing the ecstatic expecting father role rubbing her stomach and the whole nine. I did a great job of keeping my composure but I was dying inside while sitting at that table across from the man I loved as he talked about his baby’s arrival.
I no longer gave a damn about anyone else. From now on it was all about Chyna. The first thing on my agenda was teaching Brazille a lesson. I was sick of her bourgeois ass judging me and acting like she is God’s gift to men. She changed men like she changed her panties, no loyalty at all but yet the men flocked to her. For some reason she had the
I give him another long kiss. “Definitely.”
He gives me a quick peck as he fixes my hair and straightens out my dress. “I think I better get you out of here before things get even more out of hand,” Omari says, loosening his tie.
I give him a kiss on the cheek, grab my purse and phone off the table and turn around to leave. I see our waitress peeking out from the kitchen as Omari rings the bell for the last time tonight and the maître d appears to escort us to the door.
I get in the car and forget to put my seatbelt on because my mind is racing from all that has just taken place.
Omari leans in for one last kiss, his hand hot on my thigh, as he laughs and says, “I guess we both had sweets for dessert huh? I’ll call you later.” He closes the door and walks back toward the restaurant. I lean back and replay the entire evening in my mind, watching the lights of the city speed past my window.
I get upstairs and begin to undress as my phone chimes. It is a text from Omari.
Just checking to make sure you were home safe
I am
By the way thank you again for dessert it was delicious
I send back a blushing smiley face.
Chapter 10: Chyna
I spent a few days moping around the house ignoring Brazille’s phone calls and texts. I was going in and out of depression telling the truth mostly in. I loved Joaquin but obviously he just wanted to have his cake and eat it too. Everything I did for that man, or any man that I was involved with, I did with two hundred percent of my soul. None of them ever showed any loyalty or appreciation for it though. So why should I expect things with Joaquin be any different?
I sacrificed for him constantly. I sat at home alone while he was on business and family trips. I sat at home alone on my birthday, his wife’s birthday, and his birthday. I sat at home alone on his anniversary with his wife and looked at the pictures of their perfect evening as they popped up on my time line. I sat at home alone on holidays with the hope I would see him or hear from him the day after, the Official Side Chick Holiday, but not anymore.
I was not going to play the fool any longer. I had never doubted anything that he had told me. I never even complained because I wanted to make sure I made it easy for him, but now I am going to make sure I make it easy for me. Fuck him.
Iyauna called me the day before Brazille’s big grand opening and said that she needed to have an emergency meeting with me. I first thought that Joaquin had told her about us and had asked for the divorce, but I dismissed that thought because he would have called and told me the great news. Then I thought oh shit she has found out about us and now she wants to meet with me so she can beat my ass. I feel this is truly plausible, not that I could get done by a little model chick, but I make sure to dress for the occasion. I slip on some jeans with a Black Girls Rock t shirt and some Nikes.
I get to the meeting expecting the worse and that is exactly what I got. She was sitting there with her doting husband and they wanted to meet because she needed to change some things on her schedule for the next 9 months because she and Joaquin were expecting their first child.
I felt like someone punched me in the gut. Now I knew why he had been even less available for me the past few weeks and then this motherfucker had the nerve to be sitting there playing the ecstatic expecting father role rubbing her stomach and the whole nine. I did a great job of keeping my composure but I was dying inside while sitting at that table across from the man I loved as he talked about his baby’s arrival.
I no longer gave a damn about anyone else. From now on it was all about Chyna. The first thing on my agenda was teaching Brazille a lesson. I was sick of her bourgeois ass judging me and acting like she is God’s gift to men. She changed men like she changed her panties, no loyalty at all but yet the men flocked to her. For some reason she had the
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