Anthony
I stepped out the shower and wrapped my bath towel around my waist. I stood in the mirror and looked at my reflection. It had been a few weeks since the fight me and Derek had gotten into. My face was still bruised and I still had somewhat of a black eye. Thinking back on that night I still get pissed off, I can't believe she fuckin played me like that. After all the shit that I did for her.
"Anthony hurry up out the bathroom." Philip yelled through the locked door.
This nigga was really starting to piss me off. He whines all the damn time, he's clingy as fuck I can't help but be mad at myself for making the biggest mistake and losing Shante.
"Hold on." I yelled back to him. I finished drying off and put on a pair of black basketball shorts and my Nike slides.
I walked out the bathroom to see Philip sitting on the bed whispering into his phone. When he seen me waking closer to him he immediately hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" I asked suspeciously.
"Um that was Kris. She wants me to come get the kids." I could tell he was lying from the look on his face. I ignored it, I was on one mission right now. A nut.
I walked and stood right in front of Philip on the bed. I reached into my basketball shorts and pulled out my hard dick.
"Get me right first." He looked up at as if he wanted to protest but knew better. Philip took me in his mouth and I let my head fall back and my eyes close as I thought of Shante working my dick.
Kristen
I added the finishing touches to the table. I must admit ya girl can get down in the kitchen. I made vegetable quiche, grits, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage and french toast. I took out two champagne glasses the cabinet and put in two scoops of orange sherbert and filled them both with champagne to make the best mamosa I've ever tasted. I had the table set, white roses on the table and Musiq Soul Child playing on Pandora.
Just as I ran down the list of things completed there was a knock on my door.
He was here. I ran to the mirror and checked my reflection. I was very pleased. I had my hair pulled into a simple ponytail and wore a white maxi dress. Something nice and simple.
I ran to the door and swung it open. I immediately smiled seeing him standing in my doorway. His smile as wide as mine so I knew the feeling was mutual.
"Come in Philip." I said stepping to the side so he could walk inside.
"You look beautiful." He said smiling and placing a soft kiss on my cheek. I was blushing.
Even after all the shit he's put me through this man still has a soft spot in my heart. We had been talking slowly for the past few weeks. One night when he had dropped the kids off he came inside and we started to talk. It felt like old times again to me. One thing led to another and before I knew it I was sitting on his face and since then it's been on and poppin.
"You look nice too." I said closing the front door and leading him into the kitchen. "I hope your hungry." I said smiling leading him into the dining room.
"You overdid yourself in this kitchen Kris. It all looks amazing." He walked over to table.
We both sat down in our chairs and an uncomfortable silence came over us.
"Kris?" He said grabbing my hand and looking at me.
I didn't respond I just looked back at him.
"I'm sorry. I made a big mistake. I should have never done this to you. Hurt you the way I did. Left you with the kids by yourself. Everything. I thought that I would be happy finally coming out, I thought that was who I was. But it's not. I should have done things differently with you." His grip on my hand had gotten tighter and I could see the tears filling his eyes.
