His Work Wife

by James, Sapphire

  Niyah Moore Presents

  His Work Wife

  By

  Sapphire James

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2015 Sapphire James.

  Published by Ambiance Books

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  Acknowledgements

  First, I would like to thank God for blessing me with such an incredible gift of writing and creativity. I’ve always dreamt of becoming an author. I am elated to see God’s plan for me come to fruition.

  Secondly, to my family, Joel, Darion, Cameron and David Garrett; I do this for you guys. Joel, thank you for not only supporting me, but being a part of my dream. Sharon, Nicole, Leonard James Sr., and Leonard James Jr., thank you for always believing in me. Please continue to speak life over me… it’s working!

  Next, thanks to all of my readers and supporters. If it weren’t for you all, there would be no Sapphire James. I am excited to share my mind with you, as well as interact with you. You all keep me going. If you continue to read, I will continue to deliver jaw-dropping stories.

  Finally, Marina Chestnut, thank you for always being there to guide me and answer my questions, as well as being a great friend. I look forward to working with you in the very near future (They’re not ready). Also, you introduced me to Divine and Nikki Ortiz and the three of you made me feel like part of the Zitro family. I will forever sing your praises for doing that. Divine and Nikki, you guys are going to do big things and I can’t wait to see how you flourish. Most importantly, thank you for putting me in contact with the one and only Ms. Niyah Moore. Niyah, I am so blessed to be a part of the Ambiance family and to have you as a publisher. You truly are the best publisher since sliced bread. Thanks for your patience and guidance. I look forward to my future with you and your company.

  Preface

  “Baby, please! Please, tell me where you are! You have my kids with you. I’m so sorry!” he begged. “I never meant for things to get out hand the way they did.”

  He asked me repeatedly, but I’d had enough. It was too much. I vowed to love him and give him my all, but in the end, he made me an option instead of a priority. I spent the last nine years loving him, taking care of home, and for what? To be betrayed by the one person who was supposed to love and protect me? He spent the last year walking all over me because he never thought I’d do it, and now the time had come.

  He had placed our family in harm’s way because he ventured out for something new when he had everything he never knew he wanted at home! I had been attacked, had physical altercations and been kidnapped-- all by the hands of Kadeema Matthews’ ass. I just needed some time to gather myself and figure out if being married to Ty was worth all of the hell I just endured. Not just me, but my babies! Darren and Tyler were probably going to need some type of counseling.

  “Ty, I can’t. Loving you should not be this difficult. It’s no longer fun for me and I don’t want to do it. I tried. I tried to forgive you. I tried to regain the trust that had been broken, but you took it for granted. The boys and I will be just fine. You should have just left me to be with Kadeema to avoid all of this,” I sobbed.

  “Kadeema?! Fuck Kadeema! She was nothing more to me than a piece of ass. I love you! YOU are my wife! Baby, I know I messed up, but what I wanted never changed. You guys are my family! Presley, please… If you let me, I will live the rest of my life making it up to you!”

  As good as that sounded, I couldn’t go back. Too much had taken place. He had done things to me I never thought he would do. He’d spent the last few years disregarding my warnings, allowing me to get over him while still living with him. Now, he wanted to make it up to me? I had heard that before, but what would be different? He would be good for a couple of weeks, maybe a month, but then slide back into his usual shit. I was done. This was where I needed to be strong for Darren, Tyler, and Harper! We would be just fine without him.

  “Tyrone, listen, and then I am hanging up. I tried with you, but you keep doing shit on the sly. You blame everyone else for you shit, never taking responsibility for your own actions. YOU are undeserving! You had a beautiful family and you screwed it up. I will always love you and maybe one day, I can forgive you. But, until then, you need to do some re-evaluating of your life, what you truly want, and maybe figure out what made you do this in the first place. After you figure it out, you will make someone an excellent husband, but just not me. Bye.” I hung up.

  That was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but a year was too long to be unhappy. If I was going to be unhappy, let me be unhappy by myself. This was a brand new beginning.

  Chapter one: Presley

  My husband and I had been married for nine years. I loved this man. Tyrone Chambers was the air I breathed, my companion, my protector, the last person I saw before bed, and the first person I laid eyes on each day. My heart beat for him and only him. He was everything I never knew I wanted. Never had anyone loved me, or even cared for me the way he did. In return, I did the same for him. Together we were unbreakable. My light didn’t shine without him.

  I fell in love with Ty because not only did he love me, but also he loved and treated my son as his own. Darren deserved to have the love of both parents and Tyrone was determined to give him that. Our courtship happened very fast. We began dating in October of 1996, moved in together in January of 1997, and were married in September of the same year. I had a beautiful baby boy from a previous relationship and a wonderful husband. What else could a girl ask for? To put the cherry on top, we found out we were pregnant with our first child in February of 1998. Yes, it was fast, but we had the best sex EVER! I think we started out making love and eventually graduated to pure, unadulterated fucking! Ty did things to me I’d only experienced in my fantasies. So, it was no surprise when we found out we were expecting.

  Never could I have imagined that my life could be this way. I was that girl… married with kids. The life so many others envied. Shit, truth be told, I always thought I was too much of a bitch for anyone to even think about marrying me. But then, Tyrone entered my life and never left and I was completely enamored. He came along and melted my heart, changing me for the better. He was a slick bastard, but I loved every minute of it.

  The last nine years had been wonderful, but not without its hiccups. Somehow, we managed. Ty and I were inseparable from the start. We accented each other. Everything we did was in unison. We were soul mates. It sounded cliché, but it was what it was.

  I was blessed to have him, but something was off lately. I began to notice things out of his character. Ty had started working for Donovan Tools and Supply Manufacturing and this was when all of the shit started.

  Now, maybe the shit I’d noticed might not mean da-da for the next person, but I knew my husband and knew when he wasn’t himself. My question was why?

  I remembered Ty had made some friends and, of course, he would come home and tell me about his day. However, this one day, the story he told made me very uneasy. I couldn’t explain it. I just knew my gut was telling me something.

  Ty came into the kitchen as I fixed his plate. He worked second shift. So, when he got home, I would always feed him whatever I had cooked for that day. Anyway, I remembered it like it was yesterday as he came in and said, “Bae! You’ll never guess what happened t
oday. I had to cover for that nigga Red.”

  “Uhh... for what?” I asked with a frown on my face.

  “Huh? Oh! That nigga’s wife called me. You know him and Keisha been fucking around and apparently Red’s dumbass accidentally dialed his home number. She heard them having pillow talk, so I covered for him,” he explained.

  “Really? How did you cover for him?”

  “Oh, I told his wife that I had his phone so I wouldn’t have to use mine, and that was my voice she heard with Keisha,” he answered.

  I looked Tyrone in his eyes and proceeded to ask, “And who the hell is covering for you? Why would you come and tell your wife that you helped another man cheat on his wife?!”

  I knew he didn’t know what to say because I’d caught him off guard, but this idiot had better say something and he had better say it quick!

  “Mane, there YOU go with that shit,” he snapped. “It ain’t even like that. I was just helping my boy out. That’s all!”

  “Well, do me a favor. Don’t come home again telling me no stupid shit like this!” I barked.

  Over the next few weeks, Tyrone had become chummy with Keisha’s hoe-ass. Now, he had slowly introduced a new friend, Keisha’s friend, Kadeema. I hadn’t cared for Keisha’s ass since the incident with Red. I just had a problem with my husband befriending a bitch that openly destroyed entire families. Besides, the whole situation seemed suspect to me. I was still trying to figure out why Ty had to be involved. In the meantime, Ty came home with another story.

  “So, you know how it was raining?”

  “Yeah,” I responded dryly.

  “Well, I was tryna be a gentleman by holding my umbrella for this new chick, but she was walking too damn fast. I finally caught up to her and said, ‘Damn you walk fast!’”

  I gave him a blank stare. I was beginning to see that after nine years of marriage, he didn’t know me at all. If he did, he would’ve known that I didn’t give two flying fucks about him holding an umbrella for some random bitch.

  One evening, I was sitting at home, going through some mail when I noticed Ty’s cell phone bill. I was suspicious, so I opened the bill. I felt a sense of relief until I saw the very last page. I noticed there were phone calls being made to and from one main number. Who the fuck was he talking to at two and three o’clock in the damn morning? This nigga was working overtime, right? Right!

  I confronted Ty about the late night phone calls. He admitted to talking to Keisha’s friend, Kadeema. His ass was stuttering, which was what he did when he was nervous. I knew there was something more going on. I just needed to keep my eyes and ears open.

  As I stood in front of him, holding the bill in his face to see, he began to explain. “It… it ain’t even like that… I… we… uh… just be talking about work stuff, that’s all.”

  I popped my lips as I sarcastically repeated the lie I had just been told. “So let me get this straight. You and Kadeema talk about WORK after WORK, as if you just didn’t leave WORK??!!! Ok then.” I laughed and walked away from him.

  It was cool. I knew Ty wasn’t stupid. He knew damn well it was inappropriate to be chopping it up with any woman other than myself in the wee hours of the morning. I was hoping I would not have to do this, but I had to call this chick and see what was really going on. I was about to get to the bottom of this. I just hoped that I didn’t have to molly-whop a bitch in the process.

  I waited until Ty had left for work. As soon as I knew he was down the street, I grabbed the phone to dial her number. The funny thing was I had already memorized that shit! I just hoped we could talk like two grown women because I really didn’t want to show the fucked up side of a Scorpio. I ain’t never scared! Especially of a bitch who has a pussy between her legs like me!

  I waited to for her to answer.

  “Hello?” she answered.

  “Hi, Kadeema. You don’t know me, but I’m Presley Chambers, Ty’s wife,” I greeted.

  “Oh, hi. How you doin’?”

  “I’m okay, but I am looking at Ty’s phone bill and I see several frequent calls to and from you at all hours of the night. Can you explain that to me because it makes me very uncomfortable,” I said.

  I was expecting her to say some tacky shit like, “You need to ask him about that.” But she was very smart. She kept it cool and I did the same. I was kind of disappointed because I was cocked and loaded. I just needed a reason to shoot!

  “Oh no!” she responded. “It’s nothing like that. Ty’s just a really cool guy and fun to talk to, but you ain’t got nothing to worry about because he ain’t even my type. I like my men chocolate. I don’t do light-skinned guys. So trust me, there’s absolutely nothing going on between us. Besides, I don’t mess with married men. My ex-husband was married when we met and he cheated on me just like he cheated with me. So, I learned my lesson.”

  I pulled the phone away from my ear and placed it back. This bitch really thought that I believed what she was telling me. She said trust her! Trust her? Nah, see that’s where she had me fucked up. I was smart enough to know side-pussy would always cover for their men until they pissed them off.

  “Well, Kadeema.” I paused, gathering my thoughts. “I hear what you’re saying, but you could be telling me what I want to hear and STILL be bouncing up and down on my husband. I would be none the wiser. So, I need you to know what you just told me is of no consolation to me. No matter what you say, my husband doesn’t need a female friend. I married him to be his friend and more.”

  I could tell she wasn’t expecting my response to be so straight forward, but that was how I liked to do. I shot straight from the hip and anyone who didn’t like it could suck it.

  “I understand, Presley, and if it were me, I wouldn’t want my husband entertaining another woman either. If you don’t want us to talk outside of work, I can respect that.”

  “Well, that is exactly what I want,” I told her.

  “Okay.”

  “Before I hang up, I would like to thank you for taking the time to speak with me. You could have been facetious if you chose to be. I do hope we never have to talk again. Goodbye,” I concluded, not waiting for a response.

  Although, that went smoother than I thought it would, something was bothering me. My gut was telling me this would not be the last time I spoke with Kadeema. The funny thing was I thought it might have been Keisha’s tired ass that Ty was fucking, but now, I wasn’t so sure.

  As luck would have it, Kadeema would become a thorn in my side and a pain in my ass. This was the start of an unwanted battle, but where my family was concerned, I was going to fight until the end. I had no problem using my stinger if I needed to. Fuck with me; I was ready!

  Chapter Two: Presley

  As weeks went on, Tyrone and I argued constantly. He began to work late every night. This included weekends. Don’t get me wrong, working overtime was great, but not when he was still asking me to help pay for shit that he should have been able to take care of with ease. What made matters worse was that I wasn’t working. The overtime was supposed to supplement my income, but that was not happening. If he was working all of this overtime, we should have been okay unless he wasn’t working.

  I had so much shit clouding my head; I decided to talk to my sister about my concerns. Jani always kept it real. She didn’t tell me what I wanted to hear, but what I needed to hear. She told it like it was and if my feelings were hurt in the process, then oh well.

  Jani had just made it home from getting her daughter, Skylar, from daycare when I called.

  “Hello?” she answered, sounding out of breath.

  “Hey, so this is the thing…”

  Jani and I had this way of greeting each other when we spoke on the phone. It was hilarious, especially because only she and I got it. That was how we knew it was either some great gossip or all hell was about to break loose.

  “Uh WHAT?” she cackled.

  I laughed my ass off as I began to explain. “Okay, so Ty’s been talking to this hoe n
amed Kadeema when he gets off from work. They work together, too.”

  “Presley, now you know you can’t jump to any conclusions,” she responded, releasing a deep sigh. “Have you asked him about it?”

  “Uhh… hell yeah, I have!” I yelled. “He just keeps telling me it’s work related and he ain’t doing shit. He even had he the nerve to tell me to look at the minutes, basically saying the calls don’t last that long. So, I’m tripping for nothing.”

  “And so fucking what? That don’t mean shit! Those two and three-minute calls could mean, ‘I’m on my way,’ or ‘around the corner.’ It doesn’t take long to say little shit like that!”

  I could tell Jani was becoming upset. I’d begun to cry because it was clear something was going on with Ty. I was pretty sure he was having an affair. I just didn’t have enough proof. Jani was becoming angrier by the minute. She hated to hear me cry, especially behind Ty and his bullshit.

  “Presley, don’t cry, sissy. Besides, you aren’t even sure if he is sleeping with her,”

  she reminded me.

  “But Jani, I feel it. I know my husband. Something is off with him. I was made to love this man, so I know when our connection is off,” I sobbed.

  “Listen, I can’t argue with you on how you feel, but please calm down. Please? For me?” Jani pleaded.

  “You know how we are as women. I know HIM! I don’t need proof to tell me what my heart is already telling me. I know this bastard is cheating on me. And what really pisses me off is that this bitch knows about me!” I yelled as I cried harder.

  I could hear the empathy in Jani’s voice as she said, “Presley, I’m not telling you to ignore how you feel. I’m just saying you have to get some concrete proof before you take your next step.”

  “You’re right,” I mumbled as I wiped my tears away. “I have to be prepared. But Jani?”