When He Cheatin' and You Still Love Him

by Cachet

  When He Cheatin’ And You Still Love Him

  By

  Cachet

  ©Copyright 2015 Cachet and Cole Hart Presents

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  This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or to the real locals are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents are entirely coincidental

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  Dedication

  To Keiasya, Tre’Maine, Stephen Jr., and Zaria; everything I do is for you.

  Acknowledgements

  I’m going to try my best to keep this as short as possible.

  First and foremost, all thanks go to none other than God, who has given me this gift of storytelling. I say it many times before, but I don’t know where I would be without the many blessings that he has bestowed upon me. My journey has not been one without struggle, but I believe that in order to appreciate success, you have to endure certain things.

  My children, Keiasya, Tre’Maine, Stephen Jr., & Zaria: You four are a handful, but I wouldn’t change either one of you for anything in this world. I love you all with every fiber of my being, and I will until the end of time. NOTHING is more important to me than you.

  My Love, Stephen Andres Sr.: Hey, what can I say that I haven’t already said before? You are my rock? {Beyoncé voice}Lol You are the calm that keeps me from going off the deep end and I appreciate everything that you do. I love you so much just for being you!

  My mother and father, Denise Johnson & Theodore Cunningham: Whether I’m right or wrong, I know without a doubt that you both will have my back, and I’m extremely grateful. I love you both so much!

  My brothers, Alfonzo Johnson & Dennis Ware: We may not talk on the phone daily, but you both know that WHENEVER either of you need me, I’m just a phone call away. Of course I know that the same applies to you guys. You both have grown up to be so handsome, and I’m proud to be your big—yet extremely short—sister.

  My family who are not here with me physically, but always in spirit: Darcell “Shell” Hill, Deborah Hill, Solomon “Butchie” Hill, Darlene Hill & April Malone. I miss you all more than you’ll ever know, but I know for certain that we will meet again. Keep watching over me like you’ve been doing. I love you.

  My family and close friends: My family and close friends: Angie Hayes, Tasha Brown, Victoria Kokruda, Antoinette Carter, Richard Lampley, LaShawne Mincy, Allison Berewa, Kawanna Mitchell, Crystal Alexis, Shawnda Hamilton, Chanda Carte’, Eureka Oliver, Lakota Randleman, Malacia Johnson Ware, Schmeca Ferguson, Hope Taylor, Sabrina Eubanks, Jamie Gettemy, Cymone S Lee, Shanta Gray Ursery, Dessiree Ellison, Valia Brown, Bernie Bagley, Mz. Robinson, Fabiola Joseph, Alisha Simko, Catrina Meadows, Latoya Chandler, Qiana Drennen, Jocelyn Green, Tiece Mickens, Julia Lyons, Marissa Palmer, Lakota Randleman and Lashunda P. Lee Cato. I appreciate you guys having my back. Whether it was a “good job”, “you can do it” or “keep your head up”, I am grateful for you all. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, it’s hard to come across good people {trust me, I know} and you guys are as good as they come. Thanks a bunch and I love you guys!

  The Clubhouse Admins, Caperella Smith-Rodriguez, Dana McLeod & Valerie Butler (alphabetical order): I love and appreciate you ladies so much for everything that you do. Not only are you all the best admins in the world, but you ladies are my friends.

  The Clubhouse group members: Barbara Morgan, Kathy Singleton, Leslie Gray, Rebecca Rodgers, Kenyatta Bruce, Tura Billingslea, Alisha Benjamin, Lisa Greenleaf, Carol Mustipher, Stephanie Wiley, Laura Williams, Sonia Barker-Howard, MzCarrie Rembert, Bookbabe Williams, Eileen Dougherty, Tina Narusho and Browneyes Harris, You ladies rock like none other! I love how we all interact, and I appreciate all of your support.

  A special thanks to my publisher Cole Hart: Thank you all for welcoming me with open arms. You are one of the realest dudes that I’ve ever come across. From the very beginning, you’ve showed me nothing but love, and I can’t remember one time feeling as if you had lead me astray. I appreciate not only our talks, but how you are always looking out for me. Let’s get this money!

  To my fellow authors: Thank you guys for your support. Whether it’s a shared book cover, or just word of mouth; I see you and I appreciate it.

  David Weaver: I’ve been with a few companies over the years, and now it feels as if I’m with the write team. Thanks for all your help. I’m ready to get “Cachet Presents” on track, and add my name to the list of cheque runners. Lol #LetsWerk

  My fans: Thank you for continuing to rock with cha girl. I read every review that is posted, and even though I may not reply; I see you! I appreciate you all, and I hope that I continue to keep you entertained.

  If I have forgotten anyone, please believe that it was not on purpose. As always I try to get everyone, but if I happen to miss your name, hit me up and I’ll catch you in the next one.

  Much Love

  ~Cachet~

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  Table Of Contents

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 1

  Shanair

  The immediate need to urinate awakens me up from my slumber. A frown covers my face, and at that moment I want to kick myself in the ass for having that glass of wine a few hours ago, because I knew better. I already knew this shit was going to happen, even before I went to bed because it always does. I swear I must have the bladder of a toddler. It doesn’t matter how small of a glass it is, or what type of drink I consume; it always runs right through me in only a short amount of time; leaving me to run to the bathroom almost every hour on the hour.

  Irritated, I kick my feet out in frustration, because I know that once I get up out of this bed I’m not going to be able to go back to sleep anytime soon. The fact that I have to work in a few hours weighs heavily on my mind. What’s even worse is the point that it’s going to be a long shift. With that being said, I know that there is no way in hell that I’m going to be able to function for twelve hours without sleep. For that reason alone, I continue to lie in the same spot hoping like hell that I can hold my pee until my alarm goes off; or at least for a few more hours.

  Yeah, that shit ain’t gone work, because the achy pain in the bottom of my stomach is telling me that if I don’t get my grown ass up right now, I’m going to be laying in my own piss soon. Since I don’t want that, I decide to get up.

  With my eyes still closed, I huff before tossing the covers off of my body and blindly shuffling into the bathroom to relieve myself. I figure if I don’t open my eyes, there still may be chance that I just may be able to doze back off once I make it back to bed. Now that may be a slim chance, but it’s a chance, and I’m going to cross my fingers and hope it works out.

  Withou
t even bothering to turn on the light, I close the door, feel my way over to the toilet seat and pull my underwear down. Terry really needs to drink more water, because this bathroom smells just like a fucking Porto potty. There is no way in hell that his pee should smell this damn strong, I think to myself. As soon as I go to sit down, I lose my balance and fall backwards into the opened toilet seat. I cringe when my ass makes contact with the extremely cold water that’s inside the bowl.

  “Oh my God!” I cry out, as I reach over and use the sink as leverage to pull myself up. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell his dumb ass about leaving the fuckin’ toilet seat up!”

  With my panties still down and around my ankles, and a now wet ass, I hobble over to the light switch and flick it on. To say that I’m pissed is an understatement. Hell, I’m livid. Who the hell wants to get their ass dunked in toilet water in the middle of the night? I, for one, sure as hell don’t, and that’s the reason why I keep telling my boyfriend Terry, to make sure that he puts the damn seat back down when he’s finished using it. With the light now on, I squint and drop my head when it begins to sting my sensitive eyes. My body shutters from disgust when I feel the water slowly begin to roll down my legs, and I pray that that’s all it is, because if it’s pee I’m going to be sick. Once my eyes adjust to the light, I look over at the bowl and see that it is indeed urine, because the water is so dark that it’s damn near gold.

  “Ugh!” I throw my head back and gag at the sight in front of me.

  I’m more irritated now than I was before. I shiver and reach over to the tissue roll. When I snatch at the first piece, the roll makes a jumbling sound as it quickly spins around and around, disbursing numerous sheets at a time. I hope all this noise wakes his hardheaded ass up. Once I have just over a handful, I kick my underwear across the room and quickly remove the disgusting bodily fluids off my behind and legs. The tissue begins to break in my hand as I continue to wipe away the pee feverishly. He gets on my fucking nerves with his dumbass. Even after all the wetness is cleaned off, I still feel icky and know that the only way that I’m going to get rid of this nasty feeling, is if I take a shower.

  “So much for trying to go back to fuckin’ sleep,” I mumble and roll my eyes, before tossing the crumbled up tissue into the wastebasket.

  I discard my t-shirt and throw it on the floor, before I reach in and cut on the shower water. While it heats up, my petty ass slams down the toilet seat as hard as I can, hoping that it will disturb Terry from his sleep. When I don’t hear him say anything, I sit down and finally take the time to relieve myself. When I’m finish, I clean up and step inside the shower curtain. Immediately I reach for my loofah, which is sitting in the caddy, and fill it with an excessive amount of body wash. Seconds later, I begin to scrub at my butt and legs with intense pressure.

  I do this a few more times just to be sure that all of that nasty ass pee is off of me. By now my ass is stinging and my attitude is on one, because I know I wouldn’t even be going through this shit if Terry had listened and put the damn toilet seat back the way he found it; or better yet if his nasty ass would have just flushed the fucking toilet. Now that I think about it, how in the hell do you pee, and not flush? Wait…if he can’t take even take a quick moment to flush the damn toilet, does he even wash his hands? If not that shit is just nasty, and just thinking about the fact that I sometimes suck on his fingers, makes me sick.

  After I’m done grossing myself out, I clean the rest of my body and wrap up my shower. I can guarantee next time, no matter how sleepy I am, I will not only turn on the light, but I’ll look behind me before I go to sit down. It’s a shame that I even have to do that in my own bathroom. I should make his nasty ass go down the hallway to use the guest bathroom. That way I won’t have to deal with this shit again. When I’m finished patting myself dry, I gather my clothes, drop them in the hamper and open the bathroom door. The steam that was once trapped inside the closed area floats out and into my bedroom like a thick puff of misty fog. As I step out of the bathroom, I prepare to turn out the light and climb back under the covers when I notice that Terry’s side of the bed is empty.

  I scan the room quickly and my eyes land on the nightstand on the side where he lays, and I see that his phone is also no longer on the charger.

  “I know the fuck he didn’t,” I mumble, hoping like hell that he hasn’t crept out of the house like he sometimes does.

  Maybe he’s downstairs watching TV or making him something to eat. If not, we are really about to have a fucking problem. With the towel wrapped tightly around my body, I exit my room and bristly walk down the hallway.

  As I come to my son’s bedroom, I step inside and move closer to his bed. Just like he should be, Kendrick is out like a light and snoring. I guess being sick will do that to you. My baby has been ill for the last few days from a stomach virus. It’s so bad that I have to take him back and forth to the bathroom, because he’s too weak to go on his own. The doctor says that it’s normal, and that it will pass soon, but honestly I’ve never seen it this bad before. Even with that being said, I hope that he’s right, because I can’t stand to see my baby sick.

  After I bend down and place a kiss on Kendrick’s forehead, I step back into the hallway and close his door behind me. I then proceed to make my way down the stairs to the lower level.

  “I’ll see you in a bit,” I hear Terry whisper before he disconnects his call and drops his phone.

  What the fuck?

  “Umm…who were you just talking to?” I ask, glancing down at the couch where his phone is now lying face up.

  The screen is lit.

  “Nobody.”

  I flick on the light that’s attached to the ceiling fan. This causes him to squint.

  “So you just told nobody that you will see them in a bit?” I question, as I stare at him with my head tilted to the side.

  “Come on now,” Terry moans, and waves his hand dismissively.

  “Come on now my ass! Who the hell were you talking to?” It only takes me seconds to make it over to where he’s sitting. Without saying anything else, I reach for his phone but he swats my hand away.

  “What the fuck you think you doing?”

  “Give me your phone Terry,” I order, with my arm extended and my hand out.

  As I bend my fingers in a come hither motion, he looks at me as if I have lost my mind.

  “Gone Nair,” is all he says in response.

  “Really?” I place my hands on my hips. “If you weren’t talking to nobody, then why can’t I see your phone?”

  “Because I ain’t gotta let you see my shit!” he yells, before standing up and gesturing toward the stairs. “Take yo’ ass back to bed, and quick fucking with me Nair. I was down here minding my own damn business.”

  “You were minding your own business alright.” I peer at him with disgust. “I swear you ain’t shit.”

  He laughs, “Okay, I guess I ain’t shit then.”

  “You ain’t!” My finger is now pointed in his face. I’m angry that this muthafucka thinks I’m a joke. “You leave me, your woman, in bed to come downstairs and talk to another bitch on the phone.”

  “I wasn’t talking to no bitch,” Terry tells me coolly. “Just go back to bed Nair. I gotta make some moves, I’ll be home later.”

  I watch him as he grabs his blue jeans that were thrown over the arm of the couch. He pulls them over his legs, before standing and pulling them up around his waist. As he buckles his belt I watch him, my boyfriend, and the man that I love, getting dressed to leave our house to go and see another bitch. I don’t give a damn what he says, I’m no fool and I know better. After sitting to slide his feet into his boots, he stands again and walks into the kitchen. When he does this, I glance back to the couch and see that he’s left his phone unattended. Quickly I reach for it. My first stop is the call log. Terry reemerges a few moments later, but it’s too late; I’ve already seen all that I needed to see.

  Chapter 2

&n
bsp; Shanair

  “Who the fuck is Brittany?” I question, looking at him with wild eyes.

  I’m pissed.

  “What?” he asks in a confused tone. When he sees his phone in my hand, he rushes over to me. “So you went through my shit anyway, huh?”

  “Fuck all that nigga, who the fuck is Brittany?” I repeat, not moved by his anger.

  “I’m trying to be patient Nair, but you pissing me off.” His warning is loud and clear, but I don’t give a flying fuck. I refuse to back down, because how in the hell can he be the one pissed off when I just found out he was talking to some bitch?

  “You know what? You ain’t even gotta tell me. I’ll ask the hoe myself when I call her, because I’ve already memorized her number,” I promise, before turning and walking away.

  “See bitch—” I hear him say, before I feel my body being jerked backwards by my towel, which immediately pops off and falls to the floor. “You just can’t leave well enough alone can you?” Terry asks, before he slams my now naked body down on top of the couch.

  “Muthafucka!”

  I pop back up at the speed of light with my titties swinging and fist balled tight. Outraged not only by the fact that he just put his hands on me, but because he’s cheating once again. I’m far from a punk, and Terry knows this. He hits me, and I’m hitting his ass right back. I can’t win fighting him—and I know this—but he’s damn sure going to know I was there. Furious, I start to swing at him wildly. Terry eats my first few hits as if I was nothing but a toddler acting out, before he palms my face and mugs me backwards. I fall back onto the couch a second time, but I’m up again in seconds, punching him anywhere my fist will land. I guess my hits aren’t as weak as he acts like they are, because he soon throws his arms out to block a few of the blows; when he does this, one of his fingernails poke me in my eye.

  I jump back and place my hand on top of it to stop the stinging feeling, but it’s no use. A piercing pain shocks my entire left eye socket and it hurts like hell. Every time I try to blink the pain away, it only hurts more. I don’t know what the hell he had on his finger, because it feels like there’s something sticking out of my eye. What that is I don’t know.