Let the night begin.
Aryelle
5
A few hours had passed since Ambrosia had left for the bonfire. We had chatted for a little longer and then she headed out with some other people that came with us. My mind was racing. My heart was trying to hold it together. I was hurt, but it wasn't her fault. She didn't know she was ripping my heart into pieces. I wanted to scream my lungs out. I wanted to curse him out so badly. There was no talking his way out of this one. She was his daughter and she lived in that house. She knew better than anyone what was going on in there. They were a family and she wasn't a clueless kid. She was very aware of what was going on between them. Besides, she was my best friend and she wouldn't lie to me.
Not like I was to her.
I paced back and forth across the cabin floor. Part of me wanted to knock on his door, slap him and curse him out in every way I can. The other part of me wanted to cry and needed him to hold me.
Crazy Sagittarius tendencies.
I had no reason to believe she would make this up. She knew nothing about us sleeping together for the past two years. Her response was an honest response.
No ill intent.
No basis for lying.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was 7:30 p.m. We weren't supposed to meet until 9 o'clock to give him time to make sure the boys were settled in their rooms. It was also a precaution to ensure it would be dark. We needed to keep this under wraps from the other staff and congregation. I knew this and even agreed to it. Unfortunately, there was no way I could wait another hour and a half to talk to him.
No way in hell!
I grabbed my cabin key and headed for his cabin.
I hoped to God everyone was at the bonfire or heading to it. We had some things to discuss. I had some stuff I needed to get off my chest. We clearly had some damn issues to resolve. Sex was definitely not on the menu tonight.
I walked down the path to his cabin.
I took the back way so I wouldn't draw attention to myself. Ambrosia was at the bonfire so it would look awfully suspicious if I was caught at his cabin by myself at night. I couldn't remember the last time I had walked this fast. Anger had a way of giving you energy. It was like having superpowers. You felt invincible and untouchable to anything that may occur.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I was past knocking softly. I figured everyone was gone and he was in a secluded area. I had to hear this from him. I didn't doubt what Ambrosia said one bit. I just wanted to look him in the eyes and hear it from him. He opened the door with a surprised look on his face and a towel wrapped around his waist.
Dammit, I thought.
There was no way I could talk to him while he stood naked with a towel wrapped around him. I would give in to my desires and I needed to make sure my heart was protected first.
"Aryelle, I was just getting out the shower and was going to call you so you could come over. Are you ok?"
My face was probably red from trying not to scream at the top of my lungs. I had a temper, a bad one. I had managed to keep it under control when it came to him and his foolishness though sometimes he always managed to pull it out of me. This would definitely be one of those times if his answers didn’t line up the way they should.
"Hell no I'm not okay! Go put some clothes on now so we can have a conversation. We need to talk right now!"
He closed the door.
He looked baffled and confused. He wasn’t sure where I was coming from or what I could possibly be pissed about. Good. I didn’t want him trying to think of a quick lie to tell that would further piss me off.
"How about you tell me what's wrong first. What happened that you're so upset with me? I had this romantic evening planned. Now you're angry and I don't know what to do."
"Put some clothes on Laurence."
I didn’t want to hear anything about this romantic evening. I wanted to know why he lied or left out parts of the story, whichever way he wanted to label it.
"No. I'm not moving until you tell me what's going on. Did someone say something to you? Are you hurt? What's going on baby? I'm worried now. I don’t like to see you upset like this."
He moved closer to me and I stepped back.
He crunched up his eyebrows in that sexy way he always did when he was trying to make me laugh. I was in no mood to laugh right now. I went to stand by the closet so I could put some distance between us. I could smell his body wash and it was causing me to lose focus.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what baby?"
"Why didn't you tell me about your past? Why did I have to hear about your past from Ambrosia! I've told you all my secrets. Obviously, you didn’t trust me enough to tell me yours!"
He leaned against the wall and put his head in his hand. I couldn't tell if he was frustrated or trying to think of a lie. Either way his answer had better be good.
"What are you talking about Aryelle? What is that you want to know?"
"I want to know why you didn't tell me I wasn't the first person you cheated on your wife with! That's what the hell I want to know Laurence."
"Okay first of all lower your voice. You don't need to yell and scream. We can talk without all of that. You know where we are and why we have to keep our cool."
"Don't tell me how the fuck to talk. You've been keeping secrets and I want to know why. Start talking and spare me the volume monitoring."
He walked towards me. He had a glare in eyes that screamed anger. I hit a nerve with cursing at him and I knew it. I didn't care so he might as well move past it. He had been lying and I was pissed.
"I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to judge me like you're doing now. I made some mistakes when I was younger. I didn't recognize when I had a good woman. I realize that with you and I'm trying to right my wrongs. I need you to believe in me. I need you to believe in us. Our love is different and it will be different between us."
He pushed me against the wall and pinned himself against me. He wasn't getting off the hook that easy. I wanted to know about why he cheated on her mom. I wanted to know if this was a pattern with him or was I the last person.
"But Ambrosia said...."
He put his finger over my lips.
"Ambrosia only knows what her mother has told her and that is partially tainted I'm sure."
He was right. People always told the part they wanted you to hear. The story always suited the storyteller, no one else. I was letting some past issues come between us and that was foolish of me. Despite his past with her mom, it still didn't explain his relationship with his wife. I looked up at him. I wanted so badly to believe him. I wanted to know he was where he truly wanted to be.
"I love you Aryelle. You are my future and for that reason alone my past no longer matters."
He sounded so sincere.
He smelled so good.
He bent down and kissed me. I pulled the towel off his waist and dropped it on the floor. He was rock hard and his body was perfectly chiseled. For a 40 year old man he was great shape. I broke the kiss and he stepped back.
"You love me huh? Well prove it then."
He walked back towards me. Pulled my arms over my head and completely ripped my dress and panties off. He raised my leg and slid himself inside of me. He leaned closer and sucked on my earlobe before whispering in my ear, "This will be the last night you question my love for you."
Destiny
5
I was so happy everything was falling into place. Even to the point where I was going to call my sister and rub it in her face. She had been telling me for years to cut Byron off. She had lost all respect for him after the whole Karter blowup. When she found out we were still sleeping together after he had gotten married you could have heard her screaming five blocks over.
She was pissed.
You should be ashamed this and he's never leaving her that was all she kept screaming at me. Ha! It looks like she was all the way wrong. I knew our love would see us pa
st all the cloudy days we had been through. All relationships have drama. There's no such thing as a "perfect" relationship. Now she will see I was right all along.
I grabbed my phone to call her. I promised him I wouldn’t tell my daughters. I didn’t say anything about my sister.
"Hi Des. No I'm watching your kids so you could run off somewhere to be with the asshole."
Damn. She couldn't even wait ten minutes into conversation before she started in on Byron.
"First of all heffa I wasn't calling you for your half ass babysitting services."
She didn’t know I knew my niece actually did all the babysitting around there. She was just the adult supervision. No more, no less.
"Yeah remember that when you need to drop them off again."
"Whatever Tyra, I didn’t call to ask you for anything or argue with you, " I said laughing.
"Well then what do you want hooka? Are you finally giving Jamal a chance and leaving the dumbass alone?”
"No hater. I just called to tell you Byron is finally getting a divorce. He brought the papers over here and everything. We are finally going to be together."
Silence.
"Hello? Tyra are you there?"
"Yeah I'm still here."
"You don't have anything to say? No smart comeback or my bag I was wrong?"
"Yeah I have one. I'm just trying to figure out when and where your dumbass fell and bumped your head. You are a damn fool if you think that man is leaving that woman Destiny!"
"I have the papers Tyra!" I screamed.
"What's your point? You can print damn near anything off the internet these days. Hell if you believe that lie let me sell you these Louboutins knockoffs. Better yet, come buy this unicorn I have sitting over here. He has magic powers. Come on Destiny, I know you’re smarter than this.”
"You just don't like him so you'll say anything against what he says."
"You're right I don't like him. I don't like the fact he felt like it was okay to cheat on you, you take him back but he couldn't forgive you when you did it. Oh, and to make matters worse he cut you off because you got pregnant! Like, who does that? He couldn't give you the benefit of the doubt that Karter could be his before he said fuck you?"
"Ty, your problem is that you live in the past. You just can't let stuff go!"
"Oh no I have no problem moving on that's your problem Des. You should have cut him off when he told your ass he was getting married. To me, that was a clear indication he was done. I don’t give a shit about him coming over your house, breaking you off and then propping his feet up like he's a damn king every week. He may pay bills over there but that's irrelevant. He's married and an asshole. Case closed."
I was boiling and beyond pissed off.
I wanted to tell her about herself. She couldn't let bygones be bygones or give him the benefit of the doubt for God’s sake.
"He may be your baby daddy and all but that doesn’t give him ownership over you. He knows he controls you and until you break that cycle he's going to keep feeding you these pretend fairytales."
"They're not fairytales. Well since you seem to think they are I guess you don't want to be my maid of honor?"
She laughed.
"Sure. While you're at it see if there's any openings for me to be on the royal court."
My sister could be so insensitive at times. I knew she meant well. I just wish she would take people's feelings into account before she opened her mouth. She was just like my grandmother when it came to stuff like that. Served it raw. No sugar. No time to swallow any bullshit.
"Thanks for your support Tyra."
"No problem. One more thing before I let you go to start planning your happily ever after wedding. Have you consider how he's going to react when you tell him about Karter?"
"No and he'll be fine with it. It will bring us closer together."
"Girl, you are too delirious for me. Let me get off this phone before that crazy pass through on my phone," she said laughing.
"Goodbye Tyra. I will call you later."
I hung up on her still laughing.
My stomach was in knots now. I hadn't thought about that. I was so caught up with the divorce news I completely forgot about that little secret. I wasn't sure how he was going to react to that bomb being dropped. Hopefully, our love would carry us through. Hopefully this last act of betrayal would be forgiven.
With all the infidelity.
All the heartbreaks & drama.
It was true.
Karter was his child too.
Mariah
6
An hour later we were sitting in a private box listening to the acoustic sounds of Anthony Hamilton’s voice. Song after song, note after note, I became lost in the lyrics. Dinner was delicious and this concert was beyond magical. I could do this with him every day for the rest of our lives.
I must have gotten lost in my thoughts. I hadn’t realized he was singing my song or how Byron was reaching for my hand.
Do you feel me?
Do you read me?
Tell me am I getting through to you?
“Dance with me Mariah.”
He knew this was my song. I handed him my hand and stood up. He pulled me close to him. I laid my head on his chest and inhaled his seductive scent. His heartbeat had to be the most erotic sound I had ever heard. I closed my eyes and swayed back and forth. His hand was warm on the small of my back. I was in pure bliss.
“Mariah, you know that I love you right?”
I leaned back and looked at him. For a moment it sounded like he was going to drop a mini bomb on me. My minded immediately flashed back to our conversation earlier. Our night was going so well and I didn’t want it to be ruined by some bad news. I took a deep breath. I nodded to let him know I knew he did. He stepped back and reached in his pocket.
He pulled out a box and dropped to one knee.
“Mariah, I have never met anyone like you. You make me realize all the things I want in my life. I see now what I am missing and that is you. I have a lot of things in my life I need to work out, but I know that with you by my side I can get through them.”
I wasn’t sure if this was a proposal or admittance of wrong doing. My heart was racing by the minute. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t want to interrupt.
“You are the most beautiful woman I know. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and my daughter. I want the three of us to be a family. Will you marry me and become my wife?”
I could feel my eyes watering up. I was trying to fight the tears. I didn’t want to mess up my makeup, but I didn’t care anymore. He placed the ring on my finger and it was beautiful. From what I could see it was definitely at least four carats. The color and cut was exceptional and the way it fit was perfect. He knew me so well and always presented me with the best.
“Yes Byron, I will marry you. Though, it won’t be three of us very long.”
He looked up at me with a confused look. He stood up and kissed my lips.
“What do you mean Mariah?”
I hadn’t had a chance to bring it up because I wasn’t sure how. I knew we were serious, I just didn’t know how serious up until now. At this moment I knew.
“I mean the three of us will be four in seven months.”
He looked like his breath had gotten caught in his throat. I couldn’t tell if it was excitement or shock from the look of him. He pulled me close and held me tighter than he’s ever held me before. I was so happy. God had answered my prayers. We were finally going to be together. I was finally getting my perfect family.
I squeezed him back.
I was smiling from ear to ear.
Life was beautiful and I was ready to shout it to the world.
Aryelle
6
I couldn’t believe at 23, I had found the man of my dreams. We were perfect for each other. I had known him my whole life. He had literally watched me become a woman. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. People had a tendency of ma
king love out to be difficult and full of drama; not our love.
It was different.
We were different.
Yes our love started out in peculiar way, but it was the way it was supposed to start. We had made love in every corner of this room. All evening it was me on top of him, him on top of me, sideways, backwards and forwards. I was exhausted and so was he. He was lying on my stomach, softly snoring.
I loved when he laid there.
He looked so peaceful.
Almost like this was the only place he wanted to be.
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