Dricki Love & Lust Chronicles

The Other Man

Twenty-seven stories high Nicki wiped a single tear as she looked at the picture of herself and her fiancé on her desk. She remembered when they had taken that photo, it was their first anniversary, his arms wrapped around her and his lips on her neck while a huge smile indented Onika's gorgeous dimpled face. She wept at the thought of how- just two years later they couldn't even remember the last time they had fun together.

On top of all that, Nicki knew he was cheating on her.

The fact that he hadn't touched her in four months, barely held her, or even looked at her gave it away a bit. Along with that, he only took his phone calls outside of the bedroom and started working double shifts even though he hated hated his job and boss with a passion.

Nicki didn't care though, in her mind and in the eyes of blinded others she had the perfect life. She was successful, about to be married and hadn't felt struggle in so long that it almost completely distracted her from the fact that the man she was about to marry was running around with someone else.

What pained the most was the fact that she didn't even care.

As long as her fiancé kept her warm at night, she just didn't care.

That's all she really wanted, to be held as she slept and the sheets to be warm. Nicki also tolerated his behavior because he was humble in some ways and he was the only one who saw past her money, or at least that is what he was perceived to do.

He loved her... Or at least he claimed he did and that's why he proposed to her. He seemed to have adored her, or at least that was what people thought.

Having a doctorate in pre- law at the age of twenty-seven was definitely something that made people see money bags when she walked by but he didn't. He saw a beautiful woman with confidence, poise, and a brain in her head. Money was just icing on the cake.

Suddenly, there was a knock at her office door and her next client walked in. Tall, lean but had a nice upper build, beautiful eyes and curls on his head and face- and lips that make you want to jump on him. The man also had a demeanor that Nicki found attractive, he could command a room and not say a word yet he was still so humble and grounded. But no matter how attracted she was to him never flirted or acted on her hormones.

She placed the picture face down and stood up. He looked at her with concern and Nicki excused herself before going into the bathroom in her office to wipe her face. She hadn't even worn make-up today. She had felt so down that all she wanted to do was curl into a ball and sleep for only God knows how long.

She'd had seen her.

The woman who held her future husband's attention.

She hadn't meant to, just stopped back at home for lunch one day, maybe even have a nice break with her boyfriend and there she was with him.

The woman and her fiancé were in Nicki's gym, in Nicki's home, together, kissing and working out like they damn well owned the place when her fiance knew that he'd never be able to afford a place that nice.

But Nicki did nothing, she simply grabbed her keys and left without being noticed.

If people knew she allowed this, they'd call her stupid, belittle her but she didn't care and if it meant the man she shared a bed with to sneak around behind her back so someone could hold her as she slept, then so be it.

Nicki feared she wouldn't find anyone else that would love her for her

After wiping her face, Nicki looked herself over in the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her face was slightly paled making it a dead giveaway that she'd been crying.