Cruel Passions Of The Other Woman

|CH46|

•Omri Oliah•
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"Who the fuck is Cherry?"

The question hangs in the air. I'm so caught up on the fact that shit situation is ironic as fuck. Finally we're making progress, we just had sex, we both just came the way we've both been craving and needing for some time now. And immediately after the business card the stripper gave me from the club slips out of my pants that are on the floor? It's as if the universe or fate just can't let me win.

I let out a laugh. "What the fuck is funny? See! This is the exact shit I'm talking about." She cusses and I take her more seriously as she rushes over to my drawer grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of my shorts out of it and begins to dress herself.

I stand up from the bed instantly starting my explanation. "Okay calm down Keshay, you're jumping to conclusions. I'm not fuckin' that girl, I don't even know her. Okay? She just gave me her card when I was at the club looking for someone that's all." Right after those words leave my mouth I know I've said too much. "Fuck." I mutter under my breath.

She's now dressed and looking over her shoulder with the coldest mug I've ever seen. "At the club looking for who?"

Part of me almost lies. I could easily tell her I was handling business with Omiro or Dimitri. But the other part of me knows that she cheated on ME. I haven't fucked anyone else, I'm not guilty, why should I lie? "I was seeing somebody okay? But that shit is over with now. I went to the club she works at to completely call it quits," I partially lie. "But she wasn't there, a stripper who was thst gave me her business card. That's why it was in my pants."

She shakes her head crossing her arms over her chest. "No." That single word is hard and clear when it leaves her lips.

"No?" I repeat in confusion.

Her eyes meet mine. "I don't believe you. You've been sneaking off for weeks and secretly meeting up with who the hell knows and now I find a stripper business card in your pants? How can I trust you? I just gave my body to YOU and I'm whole ass pregnant. You could be fucking that stripper bitch for all I know."

"I could be-" I cut myself off letting out a laugh to stop me from actually going off the way I want to. "You sound stupid as hell asking how can you trust me. Why the fuck should I trust you? Pregnant or not you just had another nigga dick inside you and you didn't see me just complaining-"

"Yeah well that was your choice," she cuts me off. "I have to think about the health of me and my child. And I thought I was giving my body to my husband who hasn't been in the face of damn strippers."

I touch the bridge of my nose sighing. "You so damn manipulative. You allowed me to fuck you raw. You initiated the sex. You trusted me when I said I haven't been with anybody else. Now you're doubling back on your word and flipping the entire script, and blaming me because YOU don't want to trust me. Maybe the reason you don't want to trust me is because you're the one who not shit."

Her face drops at my comment and she shoves me aside going into the bathroom. She leaves the door open and I watch as she sits down on the toilet peeing, she sits there for a while longer before she realizes the door is open and I'm right there. "So you just gone fuckin' stare at me?" She questions, and I'm met with her reaching over and slamming the door shut. Next I hear wipes opening up, the toilet flush and the sink.