Sleeping With My Married Ex

Prologue

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PROLOGUE

     I was unaware of those who strolled pass me. My feet guided me blindly. My mind was somewhere far off in its own little world as I walked down the street to the neighborhood convinence store. Halfway up the block I spotted my friend, friend of a friend...I spotted an acquaintance of mine. He was always kind to me even though his sisters and I hated each other. As our paths crossed he spoke, I replied, but my eyes raked over his buddy. He's new, I said to myself.

     As the distance between us grew I spun around taking little backwards steps so I could look at the new kid again, no frets that I would only see his backside. And what a nice backside it was. Instead, I found my eyes locked with his. He was looking back at me.

     My curiosity died the moment I looked away. Once again, my mind drifted into another realm with dragons and unicorns, no thoughts of the copper skin boy with the brownest eyes. No thoughts of that smile he wore as he and my acquaintance talked. No thoughts of the dreadlocks that brushed his shoulders. Indeed, no thoughts at all. He was forgotten.

     Weeks had passed before I found myself sitting outside with my two close friends and the guy we all had a crush on. He was the cutest, coolest and shortest guy to have ever catch my attention. However, I didn't plan to persue him. He was 18 and I was only 15. No way. Back then, that was a huge age difference to me. So, I encouraged one of friends to go after him since she liked him more than I did, anyway.

     We often hung out together, my friends and his, laughing and joking, but that night was different. "My little brother said 'what's up'," Anthony said to me. I shrugged. Being the sarcastic teenager that I was, I replied, "tell him to look up, and he'll find out." I had no clue who his little brother was, nor did I care. At least I didn't care until his brother came outside.

     Never in a million years would I have thought they were related. I had no clue they even knew each other. How was I supposed to know? I barely knew Anthony, and I didn't know him at all. But, somehow I should have known. The features were the same. He was taller, skin lighter, hair shorter, but otherwise the same. Anthony was the more handsome one, but he was handsome in a brooding way. I became curious about him. At least for that night. My curiosity was briefly lived. It died away immediately afterwards.

     We didn't utter a single word to each other that warm Spring night. I sat on the bench with my legs crossed playing with the edge of my skirt as I talked to my friends. He was sitting a distance away with Anthony and their cousin Stephan, while Stephan told yet another outlandish and exaggerated story. The boy had a gift for gab.

     Later that night, my friends and I walked the three guys halfway home. Still, we did not speak. No goodbyes, no anything.

     It was as if someone was playing a trick on me. That he, a person I did not know, had so many connections to everyone that I did know was like a sick joke. His best friend was my acquaintance. I crushed on his older brother and sometimes played basketball with Anthony. I had known his cousin, Stephan, for years, and also his oldest brother, David, because he was the father of the two little children that lived in my apartment building. I remember staring out my window on numerous occasions as David entered and exited my building. The connections were always there, but we never ran into each other.

     He started to hang with Anthony often. As a result, I started to see him more. Like before, silence reign upon us. It was as if neither of us was interested in the other. I knew that I wasn't interested in him. I thought I wasn't. Moreover, I could come up with no explanation for why my heart would beat faster whenever I saw him. Him, a person I never spoke to. The guy who I had heard terrible stories about. The boy who had no qualms with hitting a girl, so I've been told. Dude had serious anger issues according to Nicole. He made my heart beat faster, and I wanted to hate him for that.

     I don't know when we grew closer. Well, as close as we got, this in fact was not very close at all. We just did. We never exchanged phone number. We never went out on a date or anything. However, we shared this unspoken bond, I later learned. It was obvious to everyone except the two of us. That's what I was told. Some how I tamed him. The evil, angry, aggressive boy turned into putty in my presence. In return, he was able to handle me, my wit, my strength, my snarky comments, even my timid and quiet times. We balanced.

     Before long, it was his face I looked forward to seeing everyday after school. It was his face I visualized before I want to bed at night. Suddenly, love songs made utter and complete sense. I felt things because of him. When he smiled, I was happy. When he was upset, I sought to comfort him. When Netta, my other friend, developed a crush on him, I wanted to cut her eyes out. Nevertheless, I did not because he never looked at her the way he looked at me. He never spoke to her the way he spoke to me. He never ever touched her, and that saved her because I would have killed her had he. I saw him with other girls, but I was never jealous. Why would I be? I was the only one he treated with kindness and respect, with affection. Only me.

     His touch, the callous fingers, fueled the fire that blazed only for him. Those whispered kisses we shared in secret that caused my heart to flutter. The nights wrestling, bodies mingling, breathless, sweaty and sticky made me realized I was indeed a woman. I was a woman who craved and ached for his touch. I loved our fights, the bantering that pissed me off to the point that I would hit him, hard. The soothing words he spoke that extinguished all my rage and anger. The hugs we shared, my body melting into his. Everything about him was a drug to me. I was completely under his spell and he had no idea. He became my all, but I kept him at a distance. I wanted him so much I could barely hide how I felt. I needed him, and I pushed him away because of that need.

     I always pushed him away, so it was of no surprise when he never returned. Hey, no skin off my back. There were no late nights crying and begging him to come back. Not like I ever really had him to begin with. I wasn't jealous when my classmate would tell me about how she stayed over his house. There was nothing. Because, I would always be the one he treated differently, the one that was special.

     When I saw a picture of him an his new girlfriend, I wanted to rip and burn it. Then I wanted to break something. He found someone else whom he treated differently. He treated her special, as if she mattered. He only ever treated me that way. It did not matter how many months had passed since I last saw him. It didn't matter that I moved. For a moment, I was totally distraught.

     I was young. I found my first love, although it was months after our end that I realized I loved him. Since then, there has been no other person who could make my heart beat so fast with just his presence. There has been no other person who invaded my every thought. There was no other guy whom I would act foolish around just to get his attention. There was no one special. It happened only once. With him. 

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