Never Should Have Loved You
By: Tierra Ashley
Acknowledgements
First I want to thank God for giving me the instruction and talent to write. I want to thank David Weaver for giving me the opportunity to write under his publishing company. And I want to thank the reader for giving me a chance to entertain and express myself creatively.
Jerome
Wednesday Night
I was ready to choke her for smacking me in the face, but I had never put my hands on Whitney and I wasn't about to start now. If she kept acting crazy, it was no telling what I might do though. We were standing in my living room having a shouting match. I had already had three drinks, maybe four, but I couldn’t remember because Whitney had me so angry, all I could think about was getting her the fuck out of my house.
“DON’T BE SHOWING UP AT MY HOUSE!! You don’t live here anymore, Whitney!” I yelled at my ex-wife.
“Oh really Jerome? Everything in this damn house, I picked out!” she shouted back, pointing at all of the living room furniture.
“I let you have all the money in our savings account, what more do you want from me?”
“FUCK THE MONEY! I want us to be back together!! This divorce is bullshit, Jerome! We weren’t even having any problems,” she pleaded with me damn near in tears.
“We had tons of problems sweetheart. You were just so busy in your fantasy world, pretending to all your friends that we were happy.”
“Name one problem that we had Jerome?”
“I’m not about to go through this shit with you. The papers are signed and we are done. NOW PLEASE LEAVE.”
I couldn’t give her a single problem that we had in our marriage… no, not one. Because honestly we didn’t have any. When I had come back to Charlotte, North Carolina from my third tour overseas from the military, and I had nobody to welcome me home, Whitney held me down and helped me adjust back to society and became my home. She and I had been married for five years and in those five years she had been the perfect wife.
She cooked when I got home from work, kept the house clean, gave me sex on a regular and kept me laughing with her goofy sense of humor; but after five years I just wasn’t feeling her any more. Not because something was wrong with her, but because she wasn’t the one for me and I knew that. The time for me to let her go and move on had been long and overdue. She deserved to be with a man that was going to cater to her the way she catered to me.
“Why don’t you just admit it. You have someone else, don’t you?” Whitney snapped at me.
“This the last time I’m going to explain this to you. WE WERE NOT HAPPY and we haven’t been happy for a long time. There is no other woman and never has been another woman. I just want you out of my life so I can move the fuck on with mine!”
“I HATE YOU,” she said bluntly.
“Well hate me from your apartment, but you got to get out of my shit!” I said coldly.
Whitney did not move. She stood there with me toe to toe like it would take hell and high waters for her to move one inch toward the front door. Her caramel colored skin was no longer smooth because acne bumps had made a home on her forehead, something that I knew only happened to her when she was under extreme stress. I grabbed for her wrist to pull her toward the front door but she yanked her wrist away.
“DON’T TOUCH ME! DON’T EVER TOUCH ME!!”
I let out a deep, frustrating sigh as my cell phone vibrated on the living room table. I bent over to pick it up and seen that it was a text from Naomi saying that she was almost to my house. I texted her back real quick saying, Hold on.
I looked back at Whitney who was now standing like Wonder Woman with both her hands on her thick hips.
“I have to go to work in the morning, Whitney. I can’t stay up all night fighting with you. Just call me tomorrow and curse me out on my voicemail or whatever you feel you need to do to let some steam off, but what you not gonna do is keep this argument going all night," I said in a calming tone of voice trying to end the never ending argument before Naomi showed up. I didn't give a fuck if we had just signed the divorce papers and the ink from our signatures were still wet, I was done with Whitney and had been done with her for at least a year while we were still married, but she was not willing to let go.
"Jerome why are you doing this to us? Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm not doing anything to you Whitney," I said rubbing my temples.
"Yes you are. You’re killing me and you don't even know it."
My phone buzzed again. It was Naomi telling me she was outside and asking me why was Whitney car in the driveway. Fuck! I don't have time for two upset women. I texted Naomi back and told her to pull around the corner so I could get rid of Whitney.
"You’re texting your new women right now, aren't you?" Whitney snapped trying to grab my phone.
I smacked her hand away
She reached for the phone again
I dodged her and pushed her aside
"You need to chill... You’re not my wife anymore," I said bluntly without even thinking.
Why did I say that?
Telling Whitney that she was not my wife anymore was the wrong thing to do. If her chest had been a glass window I would have witnessed her heart break into pieces. Within seconds, her eyes glossed over, her jaw clinched, and her fists balled up, ready to attack in a fiery rage.
"YOU DISRESPECTFUL BASTARD!!" she screamed running in my direction, swinging wildly, hitting me in the head with more combinations than Manny Pacquiao. I ducked and tried to weave her punches, but Whitney was a thick girl and her punches felt like I was in a street fight with a nigga that went to the gym religiously. I reached out to try and bear hug her to stop the assault of punches, but she kept raining them down on me until I was backed into the living room wall. I used all of my strength and mugged her in the face to back her off of me. She went flying backwards, stumbling over the sofa and falling to the floor.
"I ain't going to tell you again! YOU NEED TO LEAVE!" I yelled at her, breathing heavily trying to get back some of the wind that she knocked out of me.
"I'm not going nowhere!" she said trying to get to her feet, but I wasn’t about to let her crazy ass get back up. I hopped on top of her grabbing both her wrists and dragging her across the wood floors toward the front door.
She was kicking and screaming
Yelling so loud the neighbors could hear
She kicked over the end table with the lamp on it
CRASH!
The lamp shattered to pieces all over the wood floors
“I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU JEROME!”
I kept dragging her across the floor
Beads of sweat coming down my forehead
Her feet kicking wildly in the air
Twisting and turning her body trying to get loose
But I had a firm grip on both her wrists
“GET OFF OF ME!!!”
I reached the front door
I let go one of her wrists to unlock the door
She got loose and tried to stand to her feet
But I grabbed her by her shirt and shoved her out the door
Before I could close the door
She puckered up her lips
And I felt the warm slimy sensation of saliva drip down my nose
Bitch just spit on me!
I slammed the door HARD in her face
She kept on banging on the front door screaming
"NOOOOOOOO!!!! YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU CAN'T TREAT ME LIKE THIS!! I'M YOUR WIFE!! I'M YOUR FUCKING WIFE!"
Naomi
Wednesday Night
How could I have been so stupid? I mean really…how could I have married the wrong man? All o
f the red flags were there for me not to marry Marcus. He was a pathological liar, sneaky bastard, and one of the biggest assholes I knew, but I married him any damn way. I just wished that I could go back in time and change things because I would probably be so much happier.
Wished I could just hit the rewind button and never say I do
Never say yes to our first date
Never have even looked in his direction
Now I was stuck trying to figure out a way to get out of the mess I created because I was in love with Jerome and had been in love with him for a very long time. Jerome was peanut butter brown-skinned, six foot three, and a muscular build with a smile to die for. He was everything I wanted in a man, minus the money, but I had money so that was not a concern of mine. He treated me like I was his queen, but always let me know that he was the man in charge. It was about time that I made the transition to Jerome and let Marcus go.
All of this went through my mind as I waited on a text back from Jerome. I was sitting around the corner from his house in my black BMW and wondering why the hell his ex-wife was at his house so late. I sucked my teeth to try and calm down because the bitch was using up the little time I had to spare just to be with him.
Finally my cellphone screen lit up with a call from Jerome.
"She is gone, but leave your car parked where it is and just come to the back door."
"For what? Why I got to come through the back?"
"Just in case she ain't leave and is parked up the street lurking."
I huffed. "Aight," I said hanging up the phone and and getting out the car.
I was dressed in a black mid-thigh trench coat with nothing on underneath. I had gotten naked on my drive over to his house and had my Michael Kors dress neatly folded in my purse. My YSL heels clicked as I walked along the side walk to his house. It was dark out so I wasn't worried about anybody seeing me looking like a slutty street walker. The neighborhood that he lived in was a modest one, full of ranch style homes, bent metal fences and barking dogs. It was no American Dream neighborhood, but it was certainly a step up from the ghetto area he had been living in previously.
I had thrown him a few thousand dollars for the down payment for the house he was currently living in, on the contingency that he did not have his ex-wife living in there. When I found out she had been staying there until their divorce was final, I was livid. If Jerome and I were going to be together, he was going to have to cut all ties with that ghetto, wild thing he called a wife.
I made it to his back door and seen that the door was ajar, so I walked in and closed the door behind me. I tried to shake the irritated mood he had put me in by making me wait in the car because I had been excited to see him all day.
"Jerome?" I called out as I walked through the kitchen area.
"I'm in the living room." I heard his voice in the distance.
I smiled.
I clutched the tie around my waist that kept my trench coat closed as I walked toward the living room. I was ready to drop my coat as soon as I laid eyes on him.
I walked into the living room and my smile quickly turned into a frown as I watched Jerome sweeping up glass from a shattered lamp.
"Well damn. What the hell happened?" I asked annoyed, taking my hand away from my waist tie.
"An epic meltdown is what happened," Jerome said sweeping the rest of the glass off the area rug.
"Why did you even let her over here if you knew I was coming?"
"I ain't let her over here. She just showed up and started spazzing."
"Whatever," I said taking a seat on the sofa and crossing my legs. "You’re killing my vibe," I continued.
"And what vibe is that?" he asked, putting the dust pan down and rubbing his hands across my thigh.
"Ewe... Get away. You smell like sweat," I said swatting his hand away and pushing his face away from trying to kiss me.
"I had to wrestle her ass out of here, what do you expect?"
"When is she going to get it through her thick ass skull that y’all been separated for months?"
"She’s just crazy."
"No, you’re probably still sleeping with her. She shouldn't still be acting this crazy."
"I mean what can I say, she really loves me," he said smiling and picking back up the dust pan.
"Don't piss me off more than I already am, Jerome."
"Relax... I don't want to piss you off. Let me finish cleaning this mess up and we can talk about something else," he said heading to the kitchen to throw away the broken glass.
I took this as an opportunity to stand up and untie my coat, revealing my nakedness underneath. I wanted to surprise him as he walked back into the living room with what I had been thinking about all day since my lunch break. I felt so sexy standing there naked in just my pumps, waiting on him to return. I couldn't wait until I was able to do that every night for him.
Jerome entered back into the living room with a wide-eyed and surprised expression. "Dammmnnn..." he said licking his lips.”I guess that's the vibe you were talking about," he said as he made a beeline across the living room to get to me, but I put up my hand like a big stop sign.
"First you shower... then you get this," I said letting him get a once over of my body as I ran my hands over myself.
"Let me just kiss it first," he said damn near salivating over me, trying to lean in and kiss my neck. Again, I pushed him away. "Go!" I said sternly, pointing in the direction of the bathroom. He didn't say another word as he headed off to the shower.
I followed behind him as he made it to the bathroom and turned on the shower water. I watched as Jerome undressed in front of me, revealing his nicely chiseled back muscles and tribal tattoo that went from shoulder to shoulder down both of his arms.
“You miss me?” I asked rubbing his back as he prepared to get in the shower.
“You know I did…been thinking about you all day.”
I smiled on the inside thinking about when Jerome and I had first met. We were young, dumb and in love. We met when he was just a sales clerk at Foot Locker and I was coming in the store to buy some new sneakers. We hit it off immediately and became inseparable. Jerome would come and pick me up from my job every day and tell me how much he missed me.
It wasn’t until he told me that he had gotten orders to go overseas with the Army that our relationship started to become strained. I was crushed, but promised him that I would wait for him. For the first year while he was overseas we talked frequently; but then his calls became less frequent and I got caught up in the college party scene.
By the time he came back home and reached out to me, I was married to my college sweetheart and figured Jerome had forgotten all about me…but he hadn’t forgot about me. He was crushed when he found out I was married. It wasn’t until a few years into my marriage that I realized I had made a terrible mistake by not waiting for Jerome; and I was trying my hardest to make up for that mistake.
Jerome got into the shower and started washing his body and singing a song I had never heard before.
“What the hell are you singing?” I asked still standing naked, looking at him like he was crazy.
“Why the hell are you standing there like you my damn drill sergeant. Either get in this shower with me or wait for me in the room,” he said letting the shower water run over his face.
I rolled my eyes and turned around to walk away, but Jerome snatched my arm before I could move.
“Where you going?”
“To wait for you in the bedroom.”
“Nah…you picked the wrong choice,” he said as he pulled for me to come in the shower with him.
“Stop Jerome, I have my pumps on still.”
“So what, your ass already naked.”
“No Jerome.”
But he wasn’t trying to hear it. He splashed me with water as he pulled me inside the shower with him.
“Don’t get my hair wet, Jerome.”
“Would you stop with all these damn demands. Save that shit for
when you at your house,” he said as he pulled me close and started kissing my neck.
I hated that he was getting my hair wet, hated that he made me leave my shoes on, hated that he was not letting me be in control… but then again those were the same reasons I loved him. He never let me have my way, never let me be a bossy bitch to him, never gave me a chance to decide what I thought I wanted because he already knew what I needed.
I moaned at the touch of his hands moving down to my ass, gripping it in his palms. He brought his lips up to my lips and it was exactly what I had been waiting for all day…his kiss…his touch…it was what my body had been aching for.
“Turn around,” he said real sexy, as he placed my hands up against the shower wall and I arched my back as the shower water rained down my back and legs.
“Spread your legs,” he said erotically, as he got down on one knee. I could feel my heels filling up with water as I spread my legs, awaiting the rest of his kisses to my body.
He gripped my ass with both of his hands
Pushed his face between my ass
Started tracing the lips of my pussy with his tongue
I moaned from the sensation of his saliva drenched tongue
“Mhmmmm…Damn baby.”
He pushed deeper
Stroking his tongue from my clit to my ass back to my clit
Licking my pussy like he hadn’t eaten in days
Slurping on my juices like he was dying from thirst
Sending waves through my body
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