My day started off like any other day. I woke up next to my king Darren, gave him some morning head and pussy, showered with him, and cooked his favorite breakfast. See I believe in making sure my man is good before he hit those streets. If he told me he needed a hot lunch cooked, I would stop whatever I'm doing to make sure he got it. Dinner, all that, done! Why wouldn't I? He makes sure I have all that I need. He's taken care of me since high school.
I did all these things, plus making sure he got this pussy before he went to sleep. I thought making sure all his appetites were satisfied would keep these hoes from tempting him. Let's be honest, niggas are weak. If that dick isn't drained on a regular basis, these hoes smell it, and they will exploit it. I learned this early in our relationship. I know he cheated the first couple years for sure in our twelve year relationship. I’m that bitch though, and I started making sure he got this pussy and this mouth twice a day. Hell I even give him the ass twice a week.
He's back to is old ways again, I just know it. He's back holding that phone like it's an extra finger. I noticed a few minutes ago that he was holding it, looking like as if something was on his mind.
"You good bae?" I asked sitting on his lap removing his phone from his hand. I gave him a few kisses to make sure he was.
"Mm, I'm good baby girl. Just trying to figure out if I should call this nigga, to see if this'll a delivery came through" he said grabbing me by my hair, then kissing me like my lips and tongue was his life source.
Lying ass nigga! I know he's thinking about calling a bitch. I know how to get to the bottom of this.
"Bae, fuck that delivery. Go get in the shower and when you get out..." I wiggled my ass in his lap then continued. "I'll put on my crotchless lingerie you like." I grinned devilishly, feeling his dick getting hard in his joggers.
"Bet!" He said grinding me on his dick before picking me up placing me on my feet. He headed to the shower, as I grinned wickedly at how my plan worked.
As soon as I heard the water hitting his body, then falling to the stone tiled floor, I started going through his text messages. Damn, nothing! I started going through his recent call list, seeing if I seen any bitches' name or some silly ass alias name. Damn, still nothing! Wait, he wouldn't be that dumb. I started looking at numbers that wasn't saved and a particular number had been called five times, but with no answer. Is this why he looking all lost and shit? Because a bitch it's ghosting his ass? Let me see if she will pick up this time. The phone rang but no answer. I called it one more time and just when I was about to hang up.
"Wuddup, daddy?" A man said immediately after answering the phone. WHAT THE MOTHER FUCK!!!
"Who the fuck is this?" I screamed but not loud enough that Darren could hear me. The guy hung up, leaving me spiraling in shock and confusion.
Did he have the wrong number? That nigga said daddy! That nigga is gay! DARREN IS FUCKING GAY!!!
(Warning!!! Part Four is going to have the homophobic F-word in it.)
