Even The Preacher Got A Side Chick

by Angie Hayes

  EVEN THE PREACHER GOT A SIDE CHICK

  By:

  Angie Hayes

  © Copyright 2016 Angie Hayes

  Published by: Cachet Presents.

  All rights reserved. The text of this publication, or any part, thereof may not be reproduced in any manner without written permission from the author and/or publisher.

  This novel is a work of fiction. Characters names, places, or events are of the author’s imagination. Any references to actual events or real people are entirely coincidental.

  Dedication

  This book is solely dedicated to my mother; Mrs. Joyce Thomas. Not only were you my father, the late great Reverend Robert Thomas first lady, but you're also mine.

  Love you ma!

  THE LORD IS MY SHEPPARD AND I SHALL NOT WANT

  FATIMA

  Look at this mutha’fucka, standing up there in front of all these people lying his ass off! He’s up there reciting the devotion as if I didn’t catch his ass in some tramp’s pussy last night at a cheap ass motel! I guess this chick must not be important; considering the others ones I caught him with were at classier places.

  I thought to myself as I watched Deacon Travis Whitehead; my lying, cheating, sorry, no-good ass husband stand in front of the church and act like he is a man of God. When in reality, he is nothing but Satan’s distant cousin. People tend to think that it’s the Pastor’s wives that have it bad, but nobody ever stops to think about the deacons and the shit they have going on. You see, the Pastors are what you call the representation of the church; the teacher of the classroom.

  Their name is what represents us, but in reality they have no actual power. Just like the President of the United States. He can want things to happen and pass laws, but it has to be voted in by congress. That is what the deacons are of the church, congress. When it comes to choosing who to represent the church, fundraisers, the pastor salaries, hell even replacing the pastor, the deacons are the ones who make those decisions.

  But the real HNIC is the head deacon, and that’s my husband. He’s in the background calling all the shots and fucking everything with a skirt on walking in the process. I’ve been married to Travis now for six long years; and let me tell you if I would have known then what I know now, I would have run the other way soon as he suggested we have coffee that day. I wish God would have sent his ass over to me with a neon caution warning sign flashing.

  I had relocated to Alexandria, Ohio from Memphis, Tennessee and was an ER nurse. It was a big, yet sudden move from me. I had just come out of a seven year relationship with my first love Evan, after I caught him fucking my best friend. That broke me so bad that I knew I couldn’t continue to live in the same zip code as those two, so I put in an application in a small town hospital with hopes of getting hired quick. Soon as I was called in for an interview not knowing if I would get hired or not, I packed all clothes, shoes and personal belongings and made that 9 ½ hour drive. I admit I was running away from all the hurt and embarrassment back at home. But I wasn’t strong enough to deal with it all back then.

  I ended up getting hired on the spot. That was the one of the perks of working in a small populated town; they didn’t need time to make decisions. Your first impression is all they really needed. I had a nice piece of change in my checking and savings account, so within a week I was fully employed and renting out a nice, cozy two bedroom apartment. I fell right into the routine of my new life as if nothing in my past existed.

  The only people I ever talked to back home were my parents. I was the only child and have always been close to them. All of my friends (including my trifling ass ex and slimy best friend) were cut completely off by me. I just couldn’t deal with the questions from them or the tired excuses as to why shit happened. I just wanted to start over and go where no one knew me or my story.

  It was a Friday night and the ER was relatively slow. I wasn’t use to it being a slow day at work like this at a hospital especially on weekends, but I welcomed the calm. I was sitting at my desk updating some charts into my computer when my co-worker, Tonya handed me an ER chart of a patient that had just come in.

  “Finally you have some action tonight Fatima, just not the action you need!” Tonya said laughing as she handed me the chart.

  Tonya and I had become real cool with one another since I started working here. It was a relief to have at least one girlfriend to talk to and occasionally hang with in a new place.

  “Trust me, I don’t need that action.” I said shaking my head as I took the chart from her hand.

  “Well honey, that there in that room waiting to be seen by you is a fine piece of well-seasoned meat, have fun!” Tonya said as she left my station.

  I walked down the hall towards the room shaking my head and laughing at her remarks. I knocked on the door twice before entering the room.

  “Hello Mr. Whitehead, I’m Nurse Reed and I will be taking a look at you today” I said as I looked up from the chart and noticed this indeed fine specimen sitting up on the table.

  I had to make sure I didn’t stare and remain professional.

  “Hello Nurse Reed. It’s nice to meet a beautiful woman like you.” he said to me flashing a nice smile with perfectly white teeth.

  “Thank you for the compliment, it says here that you have been having chest pains is that correct?”

  “Yes ma’am. It’s been going on now for the past two days.”

  “Two days, well can you unbutton your shirt and let’s what’s going on.” I said as I pulled my stethoscope from around my neck and put them on my ears.

  As he took his shirt off, I noticed how incredibly fit he was. I pressed the diaphragm on his bare chest and asked him to breath in an and out slowly so I could hear his breathing. I noticed how muscular his chest was as if he lived in the gym. Once I asked him to breathe again, I told him he could put his shirt back on and took a seat on the stool in front of him. As I notated his chart, I felt his eyes on me.

  “So Mr. Whitehead, do you have any stress going on in your life right now?” I asked probing trying to see what is causing his chest pains.

  “No. I’m living stress-free.” He replied smiling again.

  “Ok good, how are your eating habits?”

  “My eating habits are fairly healthy, with the exception of a good home-cooked southern Sunday dinner every Sunday, but I make sure I work it off come Monday morning in the gym.” He replied.

  I can damn sure see that!” I thought to myself.

  As I was noting everything down, I noticed on his chart that he was 41 years old; seventeen years my senior. He surely didn’t look it though.

  “Ok Mr. Whitehead, I’m gonna have you take an EKG, chest x-ray and a CT scan test. I just want to make sure that nothing serious is going on with you. Another nurse will be right in to take you to get your tests done and I will see you afterwards with the doctor to go over the results with you” I said as I got up to leave.

  For some reason, I had to hurry up and rush out of the room before he noticed that I was starting to get uncomfortable. I don’t know what it was about this man, hell I didn’t even know him. He was just a patient of mine. After about an hour and a half, I met back up with him again accompanying the doctor with his test results.

  “Well Mr. Whitehead, it looks like you just have a bad case of heartburn. Some antacids and less of those fattening Sunday dinners will cure this right on up. I’ll have Nurse Reed write you up a prescription of antacids. If you have and more problems, please don’t hesitate to come back and see me” the doctor said as he stood up and left the room, leaving us there alone again.

  “Now ain’t this something funny. All this time it was nothing but gas.” Tr
avis said laughing up a storm.

  “Don’t feel bad, we get this all the time. It’s very easy to mistake gas or heartburn with something more serious like a heart attack.” I said as I handed him his prescription and discharged papers.

  “Say Ms. Reed. I know this might be out of line but I would love to take you for a cup of coffee and get to know you better, especially since you’re new around here.”

  “How do you know I’m new here?” I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

  “Well this is a small town and I know just about everybody here, so when a new face comes along I can point it out.”

  At that point, I couldn’t contain my blushing. I haven’t had male attention like this since Evan. I know I should have kept it professional and declined his invitation, but I just couldn’t resist. His charm and the fact that he was older than me made me curious to see what he was about. Never the less, we exchanged numbers that night and agreed to meet up for coffee the following morning.

  Over coffee, I learned that not only was Travis 41 which was twelve years my senior; he had a twenty three year old daughter from a previous marriage, and was also a Deacon at New Faith Missionary Baptist Church. All of this was new to me. Not only have I never had someone interested in me that was way older than me, but to be a deacon at that. After our first date as I considered it, it was Fatima and Travis since then.

  This man whined me, dined me and fucked me every which way sideways! Before Travis all I knew was Evan, so to be exposed to all these new things by someone much older was very inviting. After about six months of us dating, Travis popped the question and of course I accepted with no hesitation with the diamond cut 11 carat ring placed on my finger. We ended up having a small intimate wedding here in Alexandria with just my parents attending from my side. They weren’t exactly thrilled about me marrying a man they never met prior to us getting married, let alone a much older man; but my parents expressed that if I was happy, so were they.

  Now here it is six years later and I was more miserable than ever! It seemed like once we said I do, Travis peeled off the façade and showed his true trifling ass colors! I found out that I was not his second wife like I had first thought, but I was in fact his third! Then the women started coming out the woodworks with constantly letting me know they were fucking my husband, calling my phone and even coming up to the church to try and let their presence be known. In the beginning I just turned a blind eye to everything.

  I honestly had it embedded in my mind, along with Travis convincing me that these women were just jealous of us. Here he was a man with a high reputation as being the head Deacon in the town’s church, good looking and very successful with his own construction company. He married me, this young, fine new comer in town and folks were jealous. But as the years went on, the women kept coming and the lies kept piling. Travis started getting comfortable with the fact that he had this young wife who gave up her passion of being a nurse and settled on being a dutiful wife.

  Then he got sloppy or just stop giving a damn all together. The constant coming home late, the hickeys on his neck, the unexpected money that would be missing out of our checking account, and whatever woman he was dealing with at that time would always try to make it known, especially to me. I was taking the disrespect so much in the beginning until I became numb to it. But now I’m getting sick and tired of this shit. That’s right. After six years, I’m finally tired of Travis and this bullshit ass marriage, along with this church.

  Last night the mutha’fucka acted like he didn’t know where his home was when I had been calling him all day, so I took it upon myself to call OnStar to track his Escalade and it led me right to the Super 8 motel where he was at with some tramp. I banged on the door and when she opened it naked; I dragged that hoe out by her hair and beat her ass down in the parking lot. This wasn’t my first go round giving out ass whooping’s over Travis, but this time it was different. I wasn’t beating her ass over him; I was taking my years of anger and frustration out on her. At that point, I could have given a fuck about who Travis was fucking, but I was tired of him continuing to do it like I was just invisible.

  When Travis finally pulled me off of his latest jump-off, I hauled back and slapped his ass in the eye as hard as I could. As he bent over in pain, I made my way back to my brand new Mercedes S550 and hauled ass back home. That night I was sleeping peacefully in bed when I heard Travis finally bring his ass home. Once he finished his business in the bathroom, he got into bed on his side and I assumed drifted off to sleep. Although I was turned over on my side and acted like I didn’t have a care in the world, I was crying my silent tears. All of this was becoming a routine for me and I hated it.

  After Travis was finished with devotion, he lifted his head up and wiped the sweat from his brow. I saw that he winced in pain as he rubbed against his eye with the handkerchief. He had already told folks earlier when we got to church that he hit it on the closet door this morning when opening it. I sat there smirking as I watched him gently try to dab the sweat off his bruised eye. Little did he know, that if he kept fucking with me he was gone be in a lot more pain than that.

  TRAVIS

  I swear if I could get away with it, I would strangle the shit out of Fatima’s ass for hitting me in my eye like that. If she hadn’t pulled off from the parking lot, I think I might have. I know I was wrong for messing around on my wife, but it was just in my nature. I’ve always been a ladies man. Growing up, my daddy used to take me with him when he went to go visit his women and schooled me on life.

  He also made me promise to never tell my momma because if I did she would take me away from him, so I never mentioned a word. Even when we would come back from seeing a woman friend of his and my momma would accuse him, I still wouldn’t say anything. I loved my daddy and I loved my momma. But my daddy and I had a special bond. Everything my daddy taught me and every word he said to me, I made sure to listen.

  When he told me that a man wasn’t put on this earth to have just one woman, but to have just that one woman to keep his home right, I believed him. I watched my daddy go to work every day and bust his ass and come home and give my momma his check to pay the bills. We never wanted for anything and lived quit comfortable, especially for an African American family back then. So I saw nothing wrong with him going out from time to time and having a little fun. I always thought my momma was just nagging my daddy and needed to be more grateful.

  Daddy told me under no circumstances that he would leave my momma for any woman out here, and he never did until he passed away back in 2000 of liver cancer. By that time, I was with my second wife Loretta. I got married to my first wife straight out of high school thinking I was in love and wanted a wife at home like my momma, but after a year of that she realized she didn’t want to be married so she up and left and sent me back some divorce papers. Shortly after that, I met Patrice who told me she wanted nothing more than to be a wife and mother, so I married her. She got pregnant and had our daughter Regan. Six years into the marriage, Patrice was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and since the doctor didn’t catch it in time, it took her rather quickly.

  After her passing, it was just me and my baby girl who was five at the time. With the exception of my momma helping me out with her, I was all she had. I had made it up in my mind then that I didn’t want to remarry and decided to give myself to the Lord. That’s when I joined New Faith Missionary Baptist Church, and have been here ever since. I was shocked when the pastor came up to me one night after bible study and asked me if I would like to be nominated to the deacon board.

  Even though I was a faithful and heavy tithe payer, I knew it had something to do with the fact that, prior to the evening; I had walked in on him and his secretary fucking in his office. I just apologized and quickly closed his door. I’m a firm believer on what a man does with another woman is his business and this was no exception. So when Pastor Evans approached me with the offer, I gladly accepted. That following week I was voted in by the rest of the c
hurch board members and man has my life been a rollercoaster ever since!

  I thought the pastor was the one that got major pussy in the church, but the deacons got our fair share! Once the pastor announced that I was now a deacon in front of the congregation that Sunday, women started lining up for a piece of this good dick! I mean I wasn’t a bad looking man. I was 6’3 with a nice muscular build and smooth chocolate skin. I always kept a neat low boy haircut with waves for days and a matching goatee.

  I never had a problem getting women, but being a deacon now made it to where I didn’t have to do anything, it all came to me. I enjoyed all the attention I was getting from the women and as much pussy as I wanted. Hell me and Pastor Evans both! We tag teamed these women so much that after about three months of being on the deacon board, he suggested that I be moved up to be head deacon! Even though there were questions as to how he could suggest that in such a short period of time for someone like me who had just got on, it got pushed through and I was accepted.

  It was then that I was told by the church board that I needed to settle down and find a wife, that it would be a good look for the church as well. It was just by faith that night I went to the Emergency room for chest pains that I met Fatima. I knew she was new in town, because I would have noticed her sexy ass and beautiful face beforehand. The fact this she was younger than me was a bonus as well.

  She was twelve years my junior and I knew that I could mold her into being the woman and wife of the church deacon that I needed her to be. I admit, I ended up falling in love with her in the process; but I easily got bored as well. You see, Fatima was home; my safety net. When I was done with who I was dealing with in the streets, I knew I had a woman and a home to come to. That’s the way my daddy did it and it seemed to work out fine for him.

  In the beginning of our marriage, Fatima went with the flow. Didn’t question me about shit and just catered to me like she should, like the bible said she has too! But as the years started going by, her ass became a fucking nag. Wanting to know where I was at or who was calling my phone. Then questioning why money was missing out of our account.