I know I'm wrong for doing what I'm doing and trust me I tried to stop it but I can't. Kahlia keeps coming back and I don't stop her. I've been with Valencia so long I need something new. Even if its only for a moment. Then again now that I think about it. I can't remember the last time my wife got dressed. She is always in tights, or sweats, with running shoes.
That's why I was surprised when she came to the club that night. She had on clothes and makeup. Her hair wasn't in a ponytail for once. But she was pregnant. You couldn't really get her full affect.
Now Kahlia on the other hand was always her best. Even on her worst day she was still the best. Never a hair out of place and she doesn't talk back. She was like how Valencia used to be when I first met her.
"Someone is thinking."
I looked up at the gorgeous Kahlia and smiled, "About you as always."
"I hope it was nasty."
"Always."
She sat in my lap, "How was child birth for ole girl."
"For my wife. And it went well."
"You don't have to throw it in my face."
I shrugged, "That's the truth."
"But it doesn't have to be. You said yourself she has changed. We could be happy if you just left her alone."
Sighing I lifted her from my lap, "That's my wife and the mother of my children. It will never be easy to walk away from her."
My office door opened and Valencia walked in and she looked good. My jaw dropped as she walked into the office. A hint of jealousy flahed from Kahlia and I understand why. Valencia was literally shitting on her right now.
Her hips danced as she walked. Her thighs were firm and that booty was sitting to pretty. If she wasn't out of commission for the next two months I would consider cutting Kahlia off.
"Good afternoon O'Neil."
I smiled, "Afternoon Valencia."
Kahlia stood off to the side and cleared her throat. Valencia smirked at me and turned her head, "Sweetie I don't even think you're worthy enough to sit in a room with me so I would rather not speak, but hello anyway."
"Wassup ma?"
"Oh nothing I just left my office and decided to stop by. I mean you are still my husband."
Kahlia laughed, "For now."
"Oh no baby. This is my husband forever."
"Yeah says who?"
She smiled, "God."
I laughed, "Valencia did you come here to torture this girl or did you come for me."
"I don't need a reason. We're married honey. Half of Bass Records is mine. I step in here when I please."
She wasn't lying. She didn't sign a prenup because she isn't that type of girl. Like now she is doing all this because she feels threatened. I am lowkey enjoying this. My woman marking me as her territory. Makes me feel in love again. Like that puppy love we shared back in the day.
"Unfortunately for you he has work to do."
"And so do you so I suggest you hop to it honey. Matter of fact stay for a while."
Finally I stood and walked around to Valencia wrapping my arms around her and kissing her neck, "Baby calm down. We're married. No one can come between that."
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To Betray Me
General FictionValencia "CiCi" Fox was a regular woman. Married with children and Senior Editor of the most popular black television network in the nation. A beautiful, strong, black queen. All was well until she noticed something. Until she had no choice but to w...