Star boy: A ghetto top man's story. Book I

Chapter 11

Being married was slowly losing its value. Married people are now looking outside for what they should have had inside their marriage. Most married people are finding more joy outside of their marriages. This was an issue that was getting out of hand and needed to be dealt with in today's society.

Star boy laid flat on his belly beside me and I used the opportunity to massage his back. His muscles were tense. I got up and poured some baby oil over his back. I used my palms to spread it all over his back and knead my fingers into his skin. He moaned and groaned and let out a sigh of relief.

"Ahhh baby"
"This feels good!"

I smiled.

I bend over and kissed the side of his face.

"Love me?" he asked
"Mhm" I mumbled truthfully.

I do feel like I love him. He is my Mr. Wrong. The fact that he is married to another woman gives me chills but my heart, body, and soul yearns to know more about him.

"I think it's time for us to go back to the real world now" I whispered and kissed the center of his back.
"We can't stay locked up in here forever"

He grunted and got up. "I wish we could though!"
"You are my peace you know that?

I folded my lips and got up. We shuffled into our clothing. I walked to the car with my slippers in my hand. I watched as Star boy returned the room key to the front desk. He wore a frown on his face. I felt sorry for him to some extent. He walked over to where I stood and I curled my body into his arms.

"You alright baby?"

He exhaled loudly and kissed my forehead
"I’ll be fine"
" Yuh man ago good!"

We drove home in silence. I glanced at him and blew him kisses to cheer him up but his smile faded as fast as it appeared.

His phone beeped continuously. I peered down at it. It was his eldest son.

"Answer your phone!"
"At least let them know you are OK"

He sucked his teeth
"Them good and that's all that matters to them.”

Was he referring to his entire family or just his wife? I was confused but I dare not to question him about it, not now at least.
The phone rang again.

"Answer the phone!" I stuttered
"It’s painting a bad image on you"
"A so you plan to treat me too?"

He sucked at his teeth again and answered, "Yea?"

It was his wife, her voice trembled as she asked where he was.
"Me gov man, me pickney them good?"

Her mood changed. She began to shout. "A rassclaat pickney alone yuh left yah?"
"A yuh and yuh gyal deh there, I know"
"You a style me through you deh beside you bitch Raymond?"

I felt bad for her. I hated this! I was a woman too and as my grandmother would say, "Same stick weh lick them black snake ago lick the yellow one."

Star boy frowned and flung the phone back in the hand rest of his car. He appeared to be mad at me too for forcing him to answer his phone.

I felt myself shrinking in my seat as his eyes shot daggers at me. I turned my gaze to the road.

I could feel his eyes on me."Nuh sorry fi she eno!"
"She fuck up!"
"Yuh nuh responsible for this at all"
"This bigger than you baby"

I didn't answer, I kept my eyes on the road and hummed to the Toni Braxton song, 'breath again' that was playing in my head.