Pick A Side

Chapter 26

Ka'Mille POV

"So that's your wife?"Angel scoffed, turning her nose up.

I grinned. "She bad, ain't she!"

"She a'ight. But I'm better."She smirked, sitting on my desk. She spread her legs, trying to show me her pussy print.

"No, you kind've not."I scratched the back of my head awkwardly. "Oh please, I know I am."She pushed me back in my seat.

"I just want to show you something."

"Show me what? Make it fast."I pulled out a blunt from the drawer. She pulled her pants down, then her underwear. "Wait! What you got to show me? I'm sure it doesn't involve you taking off your clothes."I stopped her.

"Oh but it does."

She sat on the desk, licked her fingers and touched herself. She started to play with herself, squirting all over the got damn place.

"Bitch what the fuck! You got squirt all over my shirt."I screamed, getting frustrated.

"Lemme lick it off."She pulled me by my shirt, licking it.

"Now my wife's gonna be mad if I come home smelling like dirty cunt and discharge."I mumbled to myself, insulting Angel. Got dammit!

"Then don't go home. Come with me back to my house."

"No, bruh! Just get the hell out my office."I snapped, pulling off my shirt. "You have nice tits."She laughed.

I said nothing to her after that, just put on a spare shirt.

"Get the fuck out 'cause I'm 'bout to hurt you."I warned.

"Oh Ka'Mille, you don't want to hurt me. You want to fuck me though, don't you!?"

"No I don't."I left my office and went to the car.

"Babe!"

"Took you long enough."She joked after kissing me.

"Oh you hush!"

Marla POV

"The fuck do you mean?"Caleb, my husband of ten years, screamed.

"Caleb please calm down, you'll wake Abigail."I said, still keeping my head low.

"Don't tell me what to do Marla. Are you cheating on me?"He went on. I looked over at the clock, 11:36am.

"Of course not."I lied. "Better not be. I won't hesitate to beat you to the white meat, again."He threatened. I rolled my eyes, he smacked me.

"Disrespectful. I see i'ma have to whip you into shape."he pulled me to him by my shoulder length hair.

Caleb wasn't always like this. The first few years were great, much like our relationship before we got married. Ever since earlier this year, he's been putting his hands on. Claiming he owns me and that I need to be disciplined. I fight back sometimes but other times I am too weak.

I know that I should get away from him. That's why out in public, mostly with my family, I need some one to pick on. Like Caleb picks on me. I act out because I need and want someone to notice something is wrong. But I won't just go up and tell anybody.

I'll just keep my mouth shut. I'll just wait around. It's the only thing I can do.

Melanie POV

"Okay, who do you have in mind to be in the wedding?"

"My sister Michelle and my friend, Charmaign are going to be my bridesmaids."I replied.

"Abigail ca' be the flower girl."Mille added. "My bridesmaid will be an old friend of mine, Tatiana."

"Ring bearer?"

"Damien. Charmaign's son."

"So, Charmaign and Michelle are your bridesmaids. Abigail is the flower girl, Damien is the ring bearer. Your bridesmaids are Tatiana and Kaylyn."She went over the supposed to be list.

"Now all what's left is setting a secure date. Sending out the invitations, fittings and dealing with the wedding itself."She chuckled.

We nodded, telling her that we were on board with what she was saying.

We were able to get the invitation cards written and designed before leaving the building. Now, we just had to give them out.

"Charmaign! Open up the gahdamn door."I yelled as I banged on her front door at four thirty in the evening.

"Girl what! I'm tryna get dick."She laughed, referring to her and her husband Vincent getting it on.

"Here,"Mille smiled, handing her, her invitation.

"What's this?"She asked, taking and looking at it.

"An invitation to our wedding. Can Damien be our ring bearer?"I asked. "Of course he can. Let me read over the dets and I'll text you."Charmaign replied. I nodded and we went back to the car.

Next, we went to footlocker and gave invitations to my coworkers, then to Mille's job for Tatiana and Kaylyn.

Now for Texas. We flew over and left the car at the airport.

"You get one. You get one. Everybody gets one!"I smiled, handing out the invitations to family members with Mille.

I am so glad Marla isn't here right now. We didn't make one for her. If you claim and act like you don't like gays, why go to a gay marriage? Not going to happen!

"What's going on?"Marla asked, coming into mama's huge ass kitchen. The room grew silent. "What's this?"Marla asked, taking Grandma Lynette's invitation and looking at it.

"Kamille and Melanie's Beautiful Wedding."She read the heading before giving it back to Granny.

"So you two are getting married? Where's my invitation?"She asked.

"Yes we are,"I replied, dancing a bit. "And your not invited."

She gasped, clearly taken aback. "Why not?"

"Because, you just aren't. You called us filth, so you don't need to be at our filthy wedding."Mille chimed.

"Oh, okay then."

"Okay, goodbye."I uttered.

"Well can I at least be there?"

"Nah."

"Mama, tell her to let me be there."Marla whined to mom and dad.

"That's their special day. I can't tell them who can and can't be at their wedding."Mama replied.

"Frankly, you bought this on yourself Marla."Michelle scoffed.

"I hate all of you!"Marla yelled, running out of the kitchen with tears running down her face.

Two time skips ahead, be prepared!

C. Baby