My Ex-Best Friend's Husband

Chapter 5

Author POV:

For the pass couple weeks Terrence and Natasha has been texting non stop. They would talk about any and everything. They would even meet up at a few places to have a drink or two and get the talking. Terrence was mesmerised and stunned by her intelligence and character. It was like She was heaven sent.

One day Terrence went over one of his boy's house David to have a drink and watch the game. Him and David has been close since grade school and they could tell each other damn near everything.

"Sooo." David said leaning back on the couch. "Who was that fine ass women you were with at the club?"

Terrence choked on his beer a little and looked at David. He wasn't expecting him to bring up or even remember him being with Natasha.

"Oh, umm she's just a friend that's all." He simply said then took another sip of his beer. David just looked at Terrence for a seconds then shook his head.

"Just be careful man."

"Here we go." Terrence signed and put his beer on the table. He already knew where this conversation was going.

"Yes , here we go because I wouldn't be a real friend if I didn't tell you what you need to hear. I saw the way you were dancing with her and god knows that woman is a goddess, and that's why I'm saying be careful. I know you and Nakia have y'all ups and downs but either work it out or get out. Trust me I've cheated on my wife some years ago and it wasn't worth it. It took me a long time to get her trust back. I realized that a one night stand is not worth losing what's at home. Not worth losing your family."

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Once Terrence left David's house he really contemplated on what he was saying, but too much has happened between him and Nakia. She doesn't treat him like the man he is and she doesn't respect him. Maybe what he is doing is wrong but he didn't want to stop seeing Natasha.

She made him feel things he's never felt before. He drove home and walked in the house. When he looked the front door and turned around Nakia was sitting in the living room and she turned on the light.

"Where the hell have you been?" She demanded. He threw his keys on the bookshelf next to the door and started taking off his Jacket. He was already a little drunk, he didnt want to deal with Nakia and what she had to say.

"Don't fucking start Nakia I'm not in the mood." He said walking towards the kitchen.

"Terrence you have been sneaking out almost every night and would come back at some 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning. I think I have a right to ask the man I am married to where he's going!"

"I am a grown ass man I don't need to sneak any damn where. For once can you stop being a controlling bitch and let me breathe!" He shot at her then walked away. He made his way up stairs with his glass of water. All he wanted to do was go to sleep.

"Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you! You always shut me and I'm fucking sick of it! She said smacking him in the face. He dropped his water on the floor and broke the glass. He looked at her with this anger in his eyes then walked back down stairs. She has never smacked in the face before and Terrence was pissed.

"I'm so sick of this Terrence! I just want the man that I fell in love with back!" She yelled following him and punching him on the back. And before she could finish Terrence back hands the shit out of her making her fall on the ground. She lays on the floor puzzled that he just hit her.

"Don't fucking put your hands on me again Nakia! I have done nothing but put up with your shit and I'm tired. I'm sick of you and this marriage!" He said then walked up stares. He cleaned up the glass then took a shower.

He continued to have flashbacks of him hitting Nakia. It tore him apart inside that he hit her but a man can only take so much. He didn't believe in a man hitting a woman but he didn't agree with women hitting a man either.

He didn't know what was going to happen going forward but he didn't know if things would ever change. The only piece he got in his house was in the shower. It's sad but it was true.

After a couple minutes he started thinking about Natasha. The way her eyes blinked after every thought she had. He noticed every little thing about her. How she looks away when she was nervous. How she crossed her legs after he would complement her. Almost as if she was getting wet from the things he would say to her.

The night they danced he stared at her hard nipples. He picture her with out her dress dancing. Swaying to the music and letting it take over her mind. He pictures himself lifting her up by her thighs and kissing her passionately. Letting them take turns with their bottom lip. He worked his way down from his lip down to her neck. He could sense her bitting her lip and grinding slowing on his hard shaft.

He continued that fantasy in his head and got out the shower. He dried off and went into the guest bedroom. He made up the bed and set his alarm for 7 am. He took off his wedding band and looked at it effortlessly with remorse. It was almost like he was never meant to wear this ring. He honestly didn't want to put it back on, ever. He placed it on the night stand and turned off the light.

He looked at his phone and saw that Natasha had texted him.

Good night sleepyhead!

He smiled at her text and replied see you tomorrow. He didn't want it to be good night for them two. He wanted to see her and escape with her. Someones mind is a dangerous place and She was all he thought about. She was all he wanted and  yearned.