Chauncey is very angry and I don’t understand why.
“Why are you so angry? The test needed to diagnose Dyslexia is painless. If he needs help, I want him to get it. I thought maybe he’s just acting out because he’s upset that were no longer together and under one roof. He’s always mentioned that he wants us back together.”
“That boy is fine. He’s just like his father; he wants his family back together. What we did the other day, I know you miss. Let me come back in ya life woe.”
I ignored him.
“While were on this subject, I spotted Burnie today. She wasn’t alone. Um, she was with my best friend’s husband. She didn’t care that she was caught too. She told me to tell you. Said you work too much and she hardly see’s you.” I didn’t want to hurt Chauncey by telling him this but he needs to know.
“Wow woe. Dead ass? It’s cool. I ain’t even feeling her ass anymore anyway. Relationship been ended when she started sniffing cocaine.”
My mouth is open!
“Damn, are you serious?! Cocaine?” I couldn’t believe that.
“Yeah, I found it hidden throughout the house and she’s just been acting funny. She knew what I did for a living and didn’t care. Especially with the money coming in nicely. I broke her off a couple hundred dollars every now and then. She never complained. I guess she’s using that money for her habit. Damn.”
Chauncey looks upset about Burnie cheating.
“Nat, I need to be honest right now. I need to tell you about what I do for a living.”
“Oh Chauncey please don’t tell me your dealing drugs. I can’t take anymore bad news today.”
“I’m a gold digger. I have four females that I sleep with and they pay me money for my services.”
“A fuckin’ prostitute Chauncey! You’re having sex for money?!”
“Naw woe, don’t call it that. I don’t kiss them, spend time wit’em or give oral sex. In exchange for my good sex, they pay me. I get nice gifts, car payment paid, extra money in my pocket and I make ladies feel good.”
“Who are these women?”
“One’s married and unhappy. Another is single and just wants to have fun. One lady is a widow. The last one is an heiress.”
“You’re a damn gigolo Chauncey!”
“Call it what you want but I’m stacking mad cash woe. Sometimes I get $1,500 a night…just to have sex!”
“How do you say you want to be with me and want your family when you’re doing something like this? You better have not given me anything from the last time we had sex!” My head feels like it is spinning.
“Naw, every time is protected and you and I were protected also. I don’t get down like that baby. I’m just doing this to stack some cash.”
“Gold-digger, escort, or gigolo, it’s still nasty.”
“Listen, I just want to give you and Courtney everything I never had. My mom was a single parent and struggled everyday to provide. I sometimes didn’t have Christmases or have the luxury of even having cable. I remember we came home on my birthday and the electricity was out. We were without power for 3 whole days Natalie. Just let me take care of you and Courtney.”
Chauncey walks up to me and wraps his arms around me. He kisses me on the forehead. My legs feel weak. I still care for him but I’m still shocked at finding out that he’s a gigolo!
“Baby, let me come back home. You know you miss me man. Chauncey pulled me close to him and even after finding out all this stuff about him, I didn’t resist. Chauncey kisses me and his lips have always been so soft. I suck on his bottle lip, which drove him crazy. He takes his clothes and my clothes off in under three minutes. He slid a condom on his tool and lied on the couch.
“Baby, come sit on my face! I wanna do 69 with you!”
I comply of course!
“I take his manhood and forced every inch into my mouth. I felt the tip of his manhood hitting my tonsils. Luckily my gag reflex is still on point. I haven’t had sex in years but my mouth game is still the same. I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. Chauncey starts moaning my name as he continues to lick, suck and play with my sweet center.
I sit up and turn around to position myself to ride him. I sit down on his pole and worked Chauncey! My breasts are jumping up and down in a constant rhythm. We are sweating bullets as we both came together. I lied on top of his wet and sweaty body and he wraps his arms around me. I feel so secure in his arms. I never want this moment to end.
Chapter 15 - Megan
I’m lying on the living room sofa and watching an episode of Basketball Wives. I’m such a fan of Evelyn and felt so sorry about what she had to endure with her then husband, Chad Ochocinco. I feel like I’m in the same predicament. Here I am, in love with a man, my husband, that has put his hands on me. The only difference was I wasn’t sure I have the strength to leave.
I’m still watching television when my iPhone 5 alerted me of a text message.
Natalie: I love you Megan, but I need to talk to you ASAP.
I instantly began to worry and couldn’t wrap my mind around what she wanted to talk to me about.
I didn’t dare reply to her text. I decided to call her instead.
“Nat? What’s going on? Are you and Courtney okay? Anxiety oozed from every word I spoke.
“Yes, were okay. I would prefer to tell you this in person but you’re my best friend and you need to know. I was in the supermarket today, after Courtney’s principal meeting and I saw Bernadette and Foster together. Megan, he’s cheating on you with her!” She paused and after a few seconds continued talking. “I’m sorry love. Burnie didn’t even care that she was caught. Foster threatened me not to tell you. After I told Chauncey, according to him Bernadette has been using cocaine and he’s a gigolo! This day has been horrible. I just thought you should know. I’m here for you.”
I couldn’t speak. I’m devastated.
“Meg, are you there? Talk to me.” Natalie is breathing so hard through the phone.
“I can’t breathe Natalie! I can’t breathe!”
“You’re having a panic attack. Just try to calm down and relax. Take deep breaths. Relax Megan.”
I regulated my breathing and calmed down enough to get myself together but I’m still pissed.
“Natalie, let me call you right back.” I hung up on her and glared in the direction of me and Foster’s bedroom. I’m so angry.
I marched up the stairs and flung our bedroom door open. Foster is startled that he sprung up from the bed,
“Megan, what the hell is your problem? You better have a good damn reason for disturbing my sleep!” He’s angry but I didn’t give a damn.
“You have some nerve lying in our bed, knowing damn well you’ve been cheating on me, with my best friend’s baby daddy girlfriend! What the hell does that sound like? Do you know that bitch is doing cocaine? How could you? I’ve given up so much for you and here I am pregnant and you’re putting me through this shit. Get out!”
I’m furious!
Foster is too calm. His demeanor told me he didn’t give a damn.
“Get your stuff and get the hell out of my house. I can’t do this anymore Megan.”
I feel like the wind was just knocked out of me. He is the one cheating, got caught and told me to get out of our home.
“What? Your bull shittin’ me because I’m not going anywhere Foster. You can’t do this anymore then why the fuck are you stringing me along? We took vows! I’m pregnant with our baby. What is wrong with you? It’s like you don’t even care that you’ve been caught!”
At that moment, Foster jumped out of bed and grabbed me by my hair. He’s breathing hard, snot is flaring from his nose, and he’s looking deranged. At that moment, it registered with me that he must be on cocaine too! His mood swings and anger made it possible.
“Megan, get out of my house. I’m happy with Bernadette. I’ll pay for my child but I’m done.”
I couldn’t believe the words that I’m hearing. I’ve been with this man for
9 years, since I was 18 years old. We’ve been married for two years and our marriage has been a lie.
“How long have you been cheating Foster?” I couldn’t hold back the tears. I’m so hurt.
“Get out Megan! I’m not going to tell you again!”
He released the grip on my hair and I went to the closet to grab my luggage and began to pack. So much is going through my mind. I signed a prenuptial agreement, I quit my job, I’m having a baby and I’m now separated from my cheating cocaine using husband. This feels like a nightmare!
***
I pack my luggage and sit in the living room. I sent Natalie a text asking could I come and stay with her a few days. Of-course she agreed. I feel so stupid. I know Natalie is probably laughing behind my back and I feel so stupid thinking a baby could fix my marital problems. Unexpectedly, Foster came rushing down the stairs, picked up my luggage, and threw it against the wall!
“Get the hell out Megan!”
He has a white substance on his nose. I know it might be cocaine. I didn’t want to test him while he’s under the influence. I quickly grabbed my two suitcases and walk out the door in tears. My marriage is falling apart right in front of my face.
Chapter 16 - Natalie
Knock, Knock, Knock!
I slid on my house slippers, answer the door and Megan is in tears. She looks a mess. Her hair is in disarray and her mascara is running down her face.
“He’s on cocaine too Natalie! I saw it around his nose. He was acting so deranged. I was scared. I quickly left. I can’t believe this! I’ve been with Foster since I was a teenager and I don’t even know him anymore. I’m having a baby with a drug addict and a man who has broken his vows. What am I going to do?”
For once, I didn’t know what to say. I just pull her into my arms and let her cry. Megan usually held everything together but for once she’s broken.
I motion her to my couch and went into the kitchen to get her a bottle of water.
“Everything will work out. We must continue to have faith.”
I grab her a tissue to wipe her tears.
“I’m just going to sleep and think about everything tomorrow. I’m too tired to think. Tomorrow is a new day.”
I grab Megan an extra pillow and blanket.
“Thank you for letting me stay here,” Megan says between sniffles.
Tomorrow is a new day but with the same problems.
***
The next morning, I got up early and making breakfast. Megan is pregnant and stressed out but I’m going to make sure she starts the day off with some nutrients. I made scrambled eggs, hash browns and sausage patties.
Megan must’ve smelled the breakfast because she yawned and stretched on the couch.
“Good morning sleepyhead! Did you sleep okay?” I’m trying to cheer her up.
“Yeah, considering my circumstances. It smells so good in here, what are you cooking?”
‘Scrambled eggs, hash browns and sausage patties. You need your strength for the baby.”
Megan put her hand on her stomach.
“Natalie what if I’m a single parent? What if I’m a single mom? What if I screw up my baby’s life? I’m scared.”
“It’s normal to feel this way. You’re going to be a first time mom. No mother or parent is perfect. Your baby is going to love you unconditionally regardless if you’re married, single, blue or old!
Finally, Megan smiled.
“That’s what I like to see, you smiling. Now c’mon over here and eat some breakfast. I have to tell you something and it cannot wait!” I bit down on a warm hash brown.
Megan stopped eating and looks up at me.
“What now?” I could tell Megan is scared to hear what I have to tell her.
“Chauncey and I had sex again! I’m falling for him all over again. He’s saying all the right things. He’s making love to me and he wants to try again. I’m seriously considering it.” My face lit up like a Christmas tree every time I talked about Chauncey lately.
“Wow! I wasn’t expecting to hear that. Well if he makes you happy, go for it and try again. I don’t care much for him but life is too short. Do you think he’s really changed? You know Chauncey isn’t a bad guy, he just has some bad ways, when ya’ll were together but like you said, ya’ll were very young. I hope he‘s changed for the better.”
“Thanks for understanding. We will see where this whole thing goes. I want to believe him when he says he’s changed but this whole gigolo shit isn’t sitting well with me but I’m not going to stress it. So what are your plans for today?” I ask placing a mouthful of warm scrambled eggs into my mouth.
“I’m thinking of doing some shopping for the baby. I don’t want to know the gender. I’m just going to purchase some neutral colors.”
“Are you sure that you don’t want to know the sex of your baby?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ve always wanted to be surprised. Foster and I always talked about being surprised when I deliver. It’s too bad that I’m going through this alone though.”
“You’re not totally alone, I’m here.”
“You’re right. Well I got to get ready to start my day. Thank you for breakfast,” Megan says as she places her plate into the sink.
Megan showered and is out the door.
Chapter 17 - Megan
I’m shopping inside BabiesRus and I can’t wait to meet my son or daughter. I pull a newborn outfit off the rack and admire how tiny the outfit is. It’s too cute! I shop around, placing some newborn outfits, diapers, wipes and a few bottles into my cart. Once satisfied with all the items I would be purchasing, I made my way to the checkout counter.
“$126.43 is your total mam,” the pimple face teenager said in a chipper tone.
I grab my credit card and swipe it through the machine. Moments later the words declined flashed across the machine. Thinking maybe it’s a glitch in their system; I swipe my credit card again. It’s still declined. What in the hell? I flip through my wallet and retrieved my other credit card. Decline. I finally pull out my debit card, which contains my savings and paid for my items. It’s approved. I’m so embarrassed.
I walk to my car in a hurry. Once I place my bags in the trunk, I get into my car and call my bank. The woman informs me that all my credit cards have been frozen. My husband has frozen all the credit cards he’s given me! How dare that bastard! Luckily, I still have about $3,500.00 in my savings account. I call it, “my rainy day money.” I wish I had saved up more but I’ve always had Foster’s credit cards to fall back on. Now here I am unemployed, pregnant, my husband on drugs and only $3,500.00 to live off of. Foster has some serious explaining to do. I’m going straight to our house to confront his ass. I hope he’s home.
***
I pull up to the home Foster and I have shared for so many years and didn’t see Foster’s car in the driveway. I figured I would run inside and grab a few more items. I walk up to the front door and use my key. After a few seconds I realize, that bastard has changed the locks! I can’t get into my own home. I’m pissed! I start pounding my fist on the door. I can’t believe he’s treating me as if I have done something wrong. All I’ve ever done is love this man unconditionally. I said vows. He’s supposed to be my protector. I pull out my cell phone and dial Foster‘s number. Immediately I’m enraged. Instead of someone saying hello all I hear is moaning and sex noises on the other end! Whoever it is wants me to know that they’re having sex. I quickly hang up. I wanted to grab one of our rocks for decoration and bust our living room window but I decided not too. I went around back to our patio door and got the hidden key under one of our flower pots. I unlock the patio door and enter our home. The alarm immediately went off. I tried deactivating the alarm by entering the code but the code isn’t working. He’s changed the alarm password!
I didn’t care about the police coming. This is my damn house too! I walk to our bedroom and grab a few more of my items. While I’m grabbing some clothes I hear someone shout, “Police, anybody in
here?” My heart is racing and I’m irritated. I grab a few pieces of clothing and some shoes.
“I’m upstairs! I’m the other occupant of this house. I was locked out. My husband has changed the locks,” I yell.
“Come downstairs slowly, with your hands in the air!”
I held onto my clothes and shoes as I slowly descended down the stairs. The two officers have their weapons drawn as a precaution for safety. Immediately once they saw me they withdrew their guns.
“Were responding to a break in. What is your name? You’ve mentioned you’re the other resident of this home? Have a seat please.”
I complied. I explain to the officers about my husband and his drug abuse. I went on to tell them how I was purposely locked out without notice.
The officers are looking at me as if I’m crazy. I’m going to jail, I just know it!
“Mam we will stay here, while you gather your things for your safety,
incase he comes home. We can’t do anything else because this is a civil matter with the locks being changed. You should contact an attorney.
I couldn’t believe this shit! He is the cheater, manipulator, liar and coke head and here I am getting advice on taking my husband to court over the locks being changed.
“I understand sir. I’m pregnant and wasn’t trying to cause any trouble. I just wanted to grab a few things. I can’t believe all of this.”
One of the officers looked down at the coffee table and notices a Ziploc bag full of cocaine on the table. I immediately shout, “That’s not mine. It’s my husband’s. I found out he’s been using that stuff and he’s changed. I don’t know him anymore. This is why he‘s changed the locks.”
The officers confiscate the cocaine and stand their while I collect some more of my clothes and personal belongings. They escort me to my car and we all part ways.
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