"Right so you can fuck around and expect me to play house all the fuckin' time!!"
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Kaleb had a problem. He couldn't handle someone who would talk back to him. He couldn't handle a person who also had a job and provided for the household and could be independent.
He expected a woman to wait on his every need, suck his dick when he needed it, cooked him a three course meal everyday, and someone who took pride in her appearance even if it was to go out to get dog food at the pet store.
He also expected his woman to accept that he could fuck around whenever his dick sprung up when he took one look at a gorgeous woman.
Our relationship was toxic from the beginning. It was all honeymoon period and no substance. Although I tidied up nicely, Kaleb hated that I wasn't obsessed by my appearance. He hated that I never fawned over him in public. We argued constantly about the same things.
Never enough sex. Never perfectly presented. Didn't like his family (In my defence, I didn't like it when family tried living their lives through me. I also didn't like being controlled).
And yet he cheated. All the time. They were one night stands and I knew it was happening. But when he put that charm on...I kept coming back like a love-sick puppy.
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"You never pay attention to me!"he yelled. Well, more like mumbled incoherently because once again he was pissed off his head after another Friday night out with his boys.
"So you shove your dick into the closest chick that'll twerk her ass in front of you?!"
"At least she loved it. She screamed for more. You lie there like one of those fuckin'-"
And that when I slapped the shit outta him. He stumbled back onto the bed and tried grabbing at me. But in his inebriated state he couldn't do shit, just like he was in bed.
I grabbed my keys, wallet and phone and called my mate Craig to sort out an Uber for me to catch up with them in town. It was 11 at night. Plenty of time for booze, friends and revenge.
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"I ain't no fuckin' princess Cinderella shit!!!" I laughed as the music was pumping and my head was buzzing. I can't remember what number tequila shot I was on but the four people in my company were well worse off than me. I was just slowly catching up and fuck it all, I was free.
My phone starting vibrating again and I was so carefree that I pushed my way through the crowd to go outside and answer the call. From Kaleb.
"Listen you prick, I have had enough-"
"Fuck you and come home. This bed is cold and my name is the one I want coming out of your mouth tonight."
I laughed, my eyes transfixed on the streetlight above me as I stumbled till I was leaning against the brick wall of the club. I turned my head to see a guy sitting on a staircase, shielding his mouth as he lit up what I'm assuming was a cigarette.
I watched as he inhaled and the red tip lit up so brightly. I was pretty much transfixed. He had his hood pulled up over his head and I watched as he slowly withdrew his cigarette from his mouth and watched as he blew the smoke out of his mouth. He licked his bottom lip and I saw him show me a silent smirk.
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