by Kiki Swinson
But Leon was different. He had me hooked. Although I was fighting the reality of what he had done to me. I tried to put Leon and his sex out of my mind, but between feeling vulnerable after finding out that Troy had the nerve to cheat on me with Charlene and having Leon comfort me with that beautiful piece of meat, I was all in. I was head over heels for Leon so fast that I had amazed even myself. I was ready to walk away from my marriage and even live a more modest life. Leon wasn’t as successful and didn’t have as much as Troy, but the sex had me ready to throw it all away—the house, the cars, the fat bank account, and everything Troy did for me.
But I knew Troy . . . and he wouldn’t let go that easily.
I shook off the thoughts of Leon and his wonderful dick as I walked out of the bedroom and headed downstairs. It was still dark outside. I shuffled my swollen feet into the kitchen and poured a glass of milk. I quietly lifted a metal canister off the top of the refrigerator and retrieved the secret cell phone I had purchased. I slid it into my robe pocket and sat down with my glass of milk. I didn’t hear any footsteps coming from upstairs, which probably meant Troy had scratched his balls and went right back to sleep.
I looked around, ensuring I was careful. I took out the phone and powered it up. My heart raced feverishly as the missed calls began appearing on the phone.
“Damn,” I cursed under my breath. They were all missed calls from the prison facility where Leon was housed. I had gotten the phone just to have secret communications with him. It was foul, I know, but I couldn’t help it.
I was reading through all of the missed calls, trying to put together the last time Leon called me. I was so engrossed scrolling through the numbers and lost in thought that I didn’t hear Troy enter the kitchen.
“Whatcha got there?” Troy asked, smiling from the doorway.
“Oh shit!” I exclaimed, dropping the phone into my lap. “You scared the shit out of me, Troy! What’re you trying to do, make me go into labor early? And why in the hell are you sneaking up on me?!” I gasped, placing my hand over my chest.
He had caught me red-handed, but I had recovered fast.
“Damn, Trice, calm down. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You got out of bed so abruptly,” Troy replied, looking at me strangely as he walked toward the table where I was sitting.
“Well, make some noise next time. I mean, it’s like you are always lurking in the shadows somewhere,” I said, making sure the phone went into the pocket of my robe.
“Were you reading something?” Troy probed, standing over me.
“No, I wasn’t. I happened to be saying my daily prayer,” I lied. I got up from the table so hard the kitchen chair went slamming to the floor. “I didn’t know you worked for the FBI now!” I snapped, stomping out of the kitchen. I had to get away from his ass fast.
“Damn, I can’t wait for your moody ass to have that baby. You treat me like shit on a daily!” I heard Troy yelling at my back.
“Oh, shut the fuck up,” I mumbled in response.
I needed to get the fuck out of the house so I could accept the twelve o’clock call from Leon. Speaking to him was the only thing that would make me feel better right now.
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ISBN: 978-0-7582-8028-2
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eISBN-13: 978-0-7582-8030-5
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First Kensington Electronic Edition: October 2014