The Cartel Part 2: A Thin Line

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Once thanksgiving dinner was over, Kelsey and Shamar were at odds. Everything that she did at the moment was heightened with the fact she had started to drink before their prior commitments were fulfilled.

Dressing himself in the mirror in a blue Armani suit with diamond cuff links to compliment the diamond studs in his ears. Shamar stood proud and confident, that the meeting that was supposed to beheld tonight was going to be a win-win. But suddenly he started to have doubts looking over at his picture perfect wife, his thoughts were leaning towards leaving her behind just incase she'd forget her place like she had for the past few weeks.

Walking up to Kelsey he ran a soft like touch of his knuckles against her cheek, hearing her wince and shy away gave him sudden guilt he took their argument too far. About to speak, "Kels.." Shamar watched her from her vanity mirror, waiting for her to look up at him, her face matched his hand and finger prints.

Smiling soft heartedly, "Shamar it's okay, really.. It's not nothing that my makeup can't cover.." Kelsey, tried to assure him smiling up at him. However her mind was elsewhere, quickly remembering. The routine was always the same. It was my fault, I knew his buttons and I purposely pushed him. Funny.. He paid the shrink to say that, so after the beating - Shamar wouldn't feel some kinda remorse or guilt.

Sighing, "Don't speak when I'm speaking damn.." Gaining his composure ".. I know that I was hard on you.. I can't apologize enough for these past few weeks.. But damn.. If you would just fuckin' remember your place, in this marriage. I'm willing to bet we wouldn't have half the issues we have in our relationship.. You don't get sometimes I just want you to listen to me and stop deviating from the plan.. Going against me.. You know I do everything in this world for you and the kids... You alone are my world, I love you, I love you. Don't forget that.." Shamar was trying to explain, as he watched her eyes from her reflection, for a brief moment he thought he saw a emotion he'd never seen before, cross her eyes. However just as quick it was gone.

Keeping her expression neutral, "I understand Shamar.. But.. Babe.. Just give me a few more minutes and I'll be ready.. We don't want Paris or Shane, to flip out if we aren't there on time.." Kelsey suggested so Shamar would be out of her presence. It was always like this. She needed to assure his manhood, to prevent the next ass whooping being so harsh.

For right now she had to get her head in the game. Giving him a smile for assurance she began to strategically placing her makeup on. Kissing the crown of her head, then leaving her area giving her the view of his perfectly tailored back. Then letting go of the breath she held inside waiting for him to leave, Kelsey watched him disappear from her makeup vanity. Then focusing into her reflection....

Before it all began....

Dressed in khakis and a faded blue navy shirt, Kelsey worked as a Walmart cashier. Although she had dealt with her fair share of irate customers and employees - she was thankful that she had a job that paid just enough to keep her afloat. Even better in the next few minutes she'd be off the clock and off her feet...

"Thank you for shopping at Walmart.. Were you about to find everything you were looking for?" Kelsey asked as she quickly scanned the customers items never giving them her full attention.

However, starring into the cashiers smooth blemish and makeup free face, "Nah I didn't, but if you let me take you out.." Sucking his teeth looking at her name on her badge, Kels.." The mans demanding yet comforting voice almost had her convinced there were those type of men still in existence.

Giving a smart ass smirk/smile, "It's Kel-Sey.. (Kel-sea).. Anywho, sorry we ain't that kinda one-stop-shop.. But... Here's your receipt sir.." Kelsey tried to hand the man his receipt but he kept his hands in his pocket ignoring her jester.

Although he could tell she was annoyed with him, for all he knew she was probably having a bad day, "You know you're beautiful, right.. You the kinda woman who deserves more than this.. Let me take you out to show you I'm they type of man your missing in your life.." Still the man kept persistently trying, even though from the looks of her body posture letting him know he was pushing his limits.

Shaking her head, "No thank you.. Will you please just take your change and receipt.. I can't just sit here and talk.. I have a line.." Kelsey spoke with enough irritation the customers were looking over at the man preventing them from leaving holding up the line.

Acting as if their wasn't anyone else waiting around, "Yea I'll take it.. Only if you give me your number and let me take you out.." Still the man was persistent showing no signs of giving up.

Kelsey finally took in the mans appearance, he was dressed in dark washed jeans, a Ralph Lauren button down shirt, complimented with ha pair of icey white forces .. Shaking her head, "Sir.."she began but he stopped her.

"Call me Shamar.. at another time and place you can call me sir. But right now I'm gonna stand here til you say yes.." Shamar warned giving a devilish smirk.

Heeding to end the attention and embarrassment, she sighed loud enough for hom to see her attitude. But she looked further behind him, seeing her supervisor making the beeline towards her. "Yea, sure but you have to leave.." Quickly Kelsey agreed, stuffing the change and receipt in his direction.

Finally Shamar walked away, leaving her at her register. However before making it to the door he looked back and gave Kelsey one final look of appreciation then walked away.....

Current day...

Adding the finished touches to her Althea bandage dress, Kelsey stopped reminiscing to the times things weren't as complicated. Now everything about them was complicated and unreal without no true ending.

Slamming the door open, Shamar was prepared to start the verbal fight that would leave another hand print across his wife's face. But seeing her turn the light off, walking up to him, quickly deflating the thought of fighting.

"Are you ready, My love?" Kelsey knew her husband down to the minute, she tried to always be one step ahead of him when given the chance to. It made their lives so much easier knowing his quirks.

Clearing his throat, leaning down to his kiss his wife's beautifully painted lips, Shamar was completely and thoroughly aroused by his wife appearance. "Damn.. Kelsey you know I love you tied up, helpless.." Grabbing her hips to him, she started to reach under her dress to pull whatever barrier from separating them. Feeling none, "Shit.." He whispered against his lips. Quickly lifting her up, her legs automatically wrapped around his waist.

Sighing into his lips, then biting on to her bottom lip. Kelsey appeared to be turned on from her husbands desire to have them now. It just couldn't be further from the truth. Truth of the matter was, she couldn't let herself go enough to have him inside of her as Tia had once had even though he was her husband. Inside she felt disgusted by him, they both had had their time with infidelity but that was in the past .. and this betrayal was brand new ..

Kelsey started to play the submissive role, just to get his hands off of her, closing her eyes, but speaking seductively, "Maybe after.." Kissing his lips, aggressively she stepped away from him. Positive she changed his mind, so she walked away from her husband hoping he'd follow her to the car to get the night over. Washing her face of the fake emotions. She knew if she played the act just right and pretending to be drunk, it would turn him off and the suggestion of sex with her would soon be forgotten..

Slapping Kelseys ass, Shamar trailed behind his wife following her into the garage. "Baby you know it!" Was all he could say..