Cheating On A Cheater (Urban Fiction)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 

What your girl don't know won't hurt her... Orleans Bounce: Magnolia Shorty & SWV - "You're The One For Me"

Time wasn't on Warren's side at all. He didn't know what he was more pissed about, not being able to get in touch with Honaray or finding himself daydreaming about Casey. It was after 6 and he hasn't heard from Honaray all day. After all, it wasn't like her to just up and leave and not let him know where she was headed off to or her plans for the day. He tried not to sweat it, but while he was at work his thoughts about her and his fantasizing about Casey started to drive him angry. On his way home from work he stops at Raising Cane's for his dinner and headed straight to Casey's crib. As he drove there he turned on his radio to Q93 and Jhene Aiko's song "The Worst" was playing. 

"Damn." He thought to himself. "I wonder if Casey feels like this about a nigga." He smirked at the thought as he vibed out to her words. 

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Talisha was headed back to Casey's crib from Mama Jingles from dropping Cavon off. She just had the lecture of her life. Mama Jingles had to put her in line for getting too comfortable in a man's house who didn't even want her to be his housewife; yet along with his wife. Her grandmother felt as if Talisha just let the dick control her thoughts, actions, and emotions. How could she not have seen the signs before it happened? She worked, grind, and sacrificed, but in the end had not a thing to show for it. The money Malone made from hustling and promoting some of the hottest parties to ever touch New Orleans; she never touched. All the other men who ever approached her on a respectable level, she declined.

All the dates, lunches, and dinners; she could have experienced with other men, she declined. It wasn't her to blame. It was the love she thought that she was experiencing from Malone that kept her grounded. The feeling of being emotionally attached and respected was what she thought kept her with Malone. Just like Mama Jingles said she thought to herself as she opened the door to the condo, "Don't break your back in the kitchen for a man who isn't bringing nothing to the table."

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"How I look in this 'lisha?" Casey asked her sister as she strutted down her waxed water marbled hallway. 

Talisha eyed her custom made Versace black see-through blouse that showcased her 38 cup breasts in her black Victoria Secret Wonderbra her bottoms were gray jeans that went perfectly with her nude Christian Louboutin red bottom heels with her manicured toes in the peep toe. She paired it all with a cream Chanel bag, and her hair was deep body waves with hues of caramel highlights cascading down her 5'6 frame. Her 22-inch sew-in that Talisha did for her the previous night was giving her life! Talisha loved her Smashbox foundation that hid all of her imperfections on her mocha skin, as well as the salutary eye she created with her Lorac palette. Her lips were painted with Mac's lipstick Heroin and clear gloss to top it off.

"Girl, give you 22 inches of that Snoblife hair and you cat walking on cloud nine!" Talisha teased as she snapped her fingers and did a whirl! 

"I know we only going to Texas Roadhouse, but I just wanted to spice up my look for Warren's little baby mama. I am not going to fight or lay hands on no pregnant lady tonight! Besides, we are were grown and we know how to handle ourselves." 

"Whatever you say, Casey! You know that if Everton saw you in that then you would be pregnant again bitch!" 

Before the sisters could continue to laugh and prep for their meet up with Honaray the door bell rang. Talisha wasn't in the mood to even see Malone's face since she thought that he probably had a change of heart.