MJ Story: My Husband's Bestfriend

Chapter 17

[Talia]

I rest back against the seat and sigh heavily as I look out the window.

Tania's phone rings and I can hear Marlon on the other end.

They share a conversation the whole ride. We meet up at Tania's house and Marlon gets out, shaking Michael's hand.

I jump into the car with Michael and we say goodnight to Tania and Marlon.

"Are you mad at me?" Michael asks, breaking the silence.

I keep my arms folded, "No, Michael." I examine the outside as he drives quickly.

"You are, baby. I can tell."

"You should've allowed me to go ahead and tell Christian the truth. This is all bad on me and I can't deal with another sleepless night. I'm going to confess this to Christian."

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he asks, looking over at me as he pulls to a red light.

"The truth will come out eventually. He's already suspicious, baby."

Michael sighs, "Whatever you wanna do is fine with me. Will we tell him together?"

"No," I reply as the light flashes green. "As his wife, I'll do it one on one. Just he and I by ourselves."

I know Michael didn't like the sound of that, but I feel Christian should hear this from me and me only. I don't want another explosion to occur between them.

The next morning, I pull up into Christian's driveway and shut off the engine. I remain in my car for several minutes, contemplating if I should do this.

I finally make up my mind and get out, nervously playing with my fingers as I approach the door. I pull out my key and unlock the door, stepping in and looking around. Christian comes out of the kitchen, "What are you doing here?"

I look to the floor then back at him, "We need to talk, Christian."

He smiles, glancing at my stomach, "I see you starting to get out there a little."

I sigh softly, "Christian, this is important. Please."

He drinks from his coffee mug and invites me to sit at the table. I sit across from him and he winces as he sits down.

"You okay?" I ask. He shakes his head no, "I'm sore from the fight last night and I had to walk home from the club. I apologize for how I man handled you. I love you and I'd never intentionally hurt you."

I feel my stomach turn as he says those words to me. I can't sit here and break his heart.

"Talia, I really wish you'd come home and be my wife again. I miss you and I miss holding you, waking up to you, and I miss pleasing you. I beg you to come home and love me again. Please."

He winces as he drops to his knees, coming around to me. I feel tears welling in my eyes because I do love Christian. I love him very much, but I can't love him how I want because a part of me is loving Michael.

I listen to him pour his heart out to me, his voice sounding as if he wants to cry. I can't do this. I feel guilty and overall awful.

~15 minutes later~

I cry softly to myself as very faint moans escape my lips. I can't believe I'm allowing this to happen. I listen to the bed squeak as Christian thrusts deeply inside of me. Thoughts of Michael float around inside my mind and I lift up, pushing Christian off.

"I can't continue this. I'm sorry, Chris, but I have to go," I say as I gather my clothes, quickly dressing.

Christian sits up, watching me, "What's the problem, baby? Did I do something?"

I cry, "That wasn't suppose to happen. That isn't why I came here. I came because we needed to talk." I cough through my cries, wiping my eyes.

"I don't understand you. You're my wife. I can make love to you!"

"I've been cheating on you. God!" I say as I storm out of the room.

I feel a tight grip on my hair as my body is ran into the wall. I wince as I slide down, throwing my hands out, "Don't hurt me. Please," I whimper as Christian approaches me in a rage. "Please," I beg.

I cry harder as he lifts me from the floor, "I should do very bad things to you. I should kill you, but you're  pregnant and it could be mine. Now, we gon go in this bedroom and you gon explain to me everything while I think about not killing you."