"Jay, babe. No. Not now."
He was kissing me where the sun don't shine and I just wasn't in the mood for that. He got off of me and turned to say,
"Bey, why ain't i gettin any these past few weeks? What have I done?"
He already knew that he was the problem. Ever since I found out that he played me with this low life, ugly ass bitch named Kim Kardashian, I have been refusing to let him get any of this cake.
"Jay, don't be tripping you know exactly why you ain't getting any." I exclaimed, obviously annoyed for having to repeat myself for the hundredth time.
"Can you quit with this Kim bullshit. that's done and over with. I chose you!"
"You shouldn't have had to choose Shawn! You shouldn't have even gone there! Now don't be blaming this mess on me, this is all you!" I cried, I really wasn't in the mood to play this game at the moment.
I was as hot as fish grease right now and just wanted to slap the shit out of him.
"Bey how many times do I have to tell you that IM SORRY. Okay. I messed up, and if you think that not letting me hit that is going to help, It's not." He sounded mad but at the same time you could tell that he was over it.
"Oh so you gonna run back to her fat ass? Is that what you're gonna do? Go on. But be sure that you're making the right decision because once your gone you ain't comin back." I retorted with a sassy attitude, just to make sure that my point got across.
He grabbed me by the waist and kissed me in my soft spot, on the neck. I moaned and pushed him away. He pulled me back in and lifted me up to wrap my legs around him. While his hands were caressing the small of my back I leaned into him and kissed him gently on those juicy lips of his, having him completely unaware that it was just a tease.
"No." I said assertively as I pushed myself off of him.
He just stared at me for what seemed like forever but eventually left the room. At least now he knows I'm serious about this.
Don't get me wrong, I love my husband. I just didn't understand why he did this to me.
~
I heard faint footsteps approach my work space and I quickly spun around to be greeted with Jays face, it looked as if he had been crying because his cheeks were a little red.
"Jay, I'm sorry I snapped at you like that I-" I was quickly cut off when he came down to his knees and grabbed my hands, placing a slight kiss at the tip of my finger tips.
"Shh. Bey there's no need to apologise, I'm the one that has messed up. I shouldn't have gone there with Kim but I'm a man" he stated
"not a very loyal one." I hissed under my breath.
He ignored my comment and carried on,
"But surely you understand, I mean like, the way she dresses is just so alluring and she was coming onto me I - I just couldn't help myself. Bey I love you. I'm sorry that I have thrown your trust away, I'm trying my best to gain it back. Like - ugh c'mon Beyoncé. Please stop doing this to me, I love you." He looked me straight in the eyes as he said this.
For a moment I felt like I could forgive him but the fact that he couldn't even take responsibility about this situation just holds me back an awful lot. Although he acknowledges that it's his fault, he still blames Kim because of the way she dresses. Ugh, men can be so pathetic.
He tells me he loves me yet all he thinks about is getting in my pants. Occasionally I do feel bad because I mean like, if I can't pleasure him then I'm sure some other woman would be happy to do so.
"Jay, don't worry. We can get through this. Trust me." I whispered as I leaned forward to plant a kiss on his forehead.
~
After a while of him still kneeling on the ground with my hands still laced in his. I took a breath and whispered "wait here a sec" in the kinkiest way, hinting what was about to happen.
After thinking about the past few weeks of not being able to give myself to my husband fully in the bedroom, I realised that it's actually making me kind of miserable.
What's marriage without a little bedroom heat?
I walked myself into our bedroom and heard Jays phone vibrate. I'm not usually the type to lurk but right now, I couldn't help myself as I started walking towards it.
Kim: Im not sure that's how it works Jay, do you really want me to do this? ;)
What. The. Fuck.
Why is this bitch still messaging my husband? And what on earth are they talking about?
Are you fricken kidding me. Right after Jay pours his heart out to me, having me rethink everything, this happens?
Ughhhh. I'm sick of the lies.
He thinks he's getting some of this bootylicious body of mine tonight? Well he sure is in for a treat.
I dressed myself in my nicest piece of Victoria Secret lingerie, quickly shaved and moisturised my legs then finished with a sprits of my favourite perfume "Mrs. Carter". Pity I won't be a missus Carter for much longer isn't it?
