Petty SideChick : Curvaceous Woman

Chapter 12

Growing up dead

I never thought I would be this type of girl, the type that sleeps with someone else's man. In fact I believe that is something no woman can stop if you are sexually active it means that you have slept with another woman man at least once in your life. Whether you know it or not.

This is different though, I know he wasn't mine, I know who's he is, or more likely who he is supposed to be committed to. I know he is growing a family. I know a little too much about him.
Maybe if he was another woman man I would've turn the door on him, maybe I would feel guilty about allowing him to take me to cloud 9 trice in 30 mins with his tongue.

But the thought that it's her, made me want to snap a picture of his head currently sleeping on places it shouldn't and send it to her. I then realized she is a smart girl, she didn't make any comments about his loyalty in her video.

I stroke my hands through his scalp massaging it and he stirred in his sleep. I continued running my hands into his silk curly brunette hair fascinated by his hair ends that has no split ends or breakage and baby hair that was covered by his hair ends.
I felt it, his kisses where his head rest then his heavy breathing sending tingles down my spine.

"Can I have you for breakfast?" He asked in his sexy morning voice.
"Wasn't desert enough?" I asked softly.
"I'm the type of guy that can live on one meal every second once it becomes my favorite" he told me kissing me again. Passionately.

"Then I think it's fair to feed my guest whatever he wants" I told him.

"I've always liked you" He told me smirking.
Since when did he started liki..."ohhh" I moaned already arching my back.

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"Come on you didn't have to make me breakfast" I told him smiling when I walked into the kitchen. I was wearing my robe and my dirty blonde wet hair sticking to my neck. After everything I needed a nice warm soaking shower.

"Actually this is brunch, you gave me breakfast and I didn't. I think I should make it up for that" He smirked, I blush.

Why was he so God dam sexy?

"Is this how you treat all your other women?" I asked taking a seat on the chair. I didn't want to have eye contact, I didn't want him to know, I know, because then we would be playing a very dirty game in adulthood.
The unknown is always safer.
I smiled even cracking a fake laugh.
"Mmh let's see?" He joked putting his finger on his chin, "besides you, my other woman blackmail me into everything" My heart stopped beating. To my defense he just called me his woman and it's good to know that suzet is the only other chick.

I laughed, "but a women should always be fed" He told me handing me a piece of hot bacon wrapped around a pineapple strip. Instead of taking the fork I leaned over the grey island table and opened my mouth. I watched as he place the fork inside my mouth and chuckled.
I chewed and nodded my head a yes to the  satisfying delicious taste in my mouth.
"Do you always look sexy at everything you do?" He asked.
"If you live here with me you can find out" I teased.
I'm officially evil, he has a baby momma, a baby and here I am telling this guy jokingly but seriously to leave his life behind just to adventure with me.
He raised his eye brows, "Are you inviting me to be more than nothing?" He asked, there was a smile on his face but his undertone sounds serious.
I laughed, forcefully "Jeremy" I am not that cruel.
"If your status change then the benefit of this relationship change, remember no feelings attached"
Even though I hate her enough to sleep with her man, I'm not cruel enough to steel him especially when she's pregnant.

Living the perfect life while I'm just...living.

I sighed, I can already feel the depression training chowing in.
He laughed, I could tell it's also fake, "No feelings attached" he repeated.

"I'm tired" I said looking down at my hands, " I'm also no longer hungry" I told him standing up.

"Alright" He mumbled confused.
"Close the door on your way out" I told him. "The night is over"

I went to bed early and when I woke up it was night fall. I took up my laptop from the bed stand and began working.  By midnight I completed a  whole week worth of overnight shift. I pick up my phone and saw a miss call from Trish, instead of calling back I texted her.

'Was working, sorry love tomorrow we'll catch up on today's drama' I send. Just few seconds later my phone blink.

'You better!' She also sent it with a picture of her in her millions of dollars kitchen glaring at me while holding a knife in front of her face threateningly. But what made me laugh was Brad in the background wearing Trish pink bugs bunny T-shirt that stick to him like a second skin, plus he was sending her a nasty glare.

I edited the picture and zoomed in on Brad in the background then I captain it, 'when your best friend is a drama queen' with that I sent the picture. Then log onto Facebook.

Suzet made a Facebook post on her timeline. "I'm getting rid of all toxic people, y'all said if the past could erase racism wouldn't exist, well I'd say if Jesus didn't forgive us we all would have been in hell"

I huffed, all my life from middle school straight into high school this girl wrecked me, broke me to unrepairable measures. She pointed at me and laughed me to scorn with her friends.
"Piggy wiggy" was my name for five years.
I always skipped gym class, I would ask my mother to write me a letter and make my uncle stamp it since he was a doctor.
The letter basically said when summarized, 'kameala has a week heart and heavy physical activity can be dangerous'
I skipped gym class because the first class I left with tears in my eyes and bruise on my body. They laughed when my stomach jiggled, when my legs jiggled, when I was the only girl sweating like a pig.
I couldn't catch up in the run, I had short of breath they made choking sounds and say words like 'I would kill myself if I was that big". Of coarse suzet was the ring leader.
You know what I did? One day in my last year of high school, the week after my adoptive parents died in a car crash, I sat on the toilet in the girls restroom and with my bottle of anti depressants pills I actually tried to kill myself.