“You going to have to tell him, and I’m only saying that because of what’s currently going on right now. Law is going to be trending on social media for a while because he pissed a lot of people off when he walked away from the case with Reggie. Even though Dominic, and Law don’t have any beef, I know the kind of person that Dominic is, and his ass is messy. He carries on like a little bitch. It’s only a matter of time before he starts boasting online, saying that he did what Law couldn’t do by taking on Reggie’s case. When he does that, you know your man. You know that he’s going to have some words for him. When they go at it, which I’m sure they will, what you think going to be the first thing that Dominic throws up in Law’s face? The pussy that he almost got from you,” she warned me. I thought about this scenario as well, and that’s why I had been driving myself crazy with it.
“If you were in my shoes, would you have told Montana?” I asked her, and she looked at me like I was crazy, and quickly shook her head no, as she picked up her wine glass that housed her Taylor Port.
“Girl, fuck no! I’m a lawyer, Soraya. I lie for a living. I can lie one hundred times better than you. Especially if Dominic doesn’t have the proof that ya’ll almost did anything, I wouldn’t have said shit,” she responded, and I laughed.
“I want to do that, but this shit is eating at me. Bitch, I can’t sleep at night,” I was honest with her.
“That’s how we are as women. We put ourselves in positions where we feel everything, and it in turn makes the load on us very heavy. Where you even met up with him to almost sleep with him?” she asked, and walked away from me for a second, so that she could turn the stove completely off.
I sighed, as I thought back to that night that I was out, going to a bar that was lowkey, thinking that I would be the only one there.
“I told you that when me, and Law had gotten to that low spot in our marriage that I wasn’t having sex with him. He was asking, but I kept telling him that I was so detached that I didn’t want him touching me. I don’t want it to sound like I’m making excuses for him, but I did tell him to go out, and fuck hoes. He did it too. I was mentally checked out, that I wouldn’t even say anything to him because I was so numb. I would smell the perfume on him when he came around me, and a couple of times, I saw the lipstick stains on his shirts that he tried to be slick and hide from me. Girl, one night, I had enough, and I went out by myself. I sat right at the bar. I didn’t get drunk though, but I did have enough shots to the point where I started feeling good. Probably thirty minutes into me sitting there, Dominic came over and sat next to me. We knew of each other. From the balls that I’ve attended with Law or just seeing each other in passing in the past. We just started making small talk with each other. He could very well see that something was wrong with me, so he asked. That liquor had me becoming a motor mouth, so I spilled the beans, telling him all the problems that I was having in my marriage,”.
“Hours passed, and I was still at the bar with him, running my mouth with him. I know it was reckless, but I ended up going back to his place. I don’t even move like that, but I did it out of spite, and anger. Law is the only man that I’ve ever been with. Prior to me kissing Dominic, I have never kissed another manoutside of Law. Law use to always tell me that the day I gave his pussy away, that would be the only thing that I could do to hurt him, so yes, I was trying to hurt him. We kissed, he stripped me of my clothes, and right when he got the condom out, and was getting ready to put it in, I chickened out and stopped him. That’s all that happened. He respected it though, even though I could tell he was annoyed with me. I put my clothes back on, and he told me to give him my number because he wanted to make sure that I got home safely. When I got home, I texted him, letting him know that I made it. The next day, he tried to bring it back up, but I told him that I didn’t want to talk about it, and for him not to text, or call me anymore. I blocked him after that, and we literally never spoke again until he reached out a few weeks ago. That’s all that happened,” I shared the truth with her.
“Woman to woman, I don’t think you were wrong. A nigga will think that they can do whatever they want to a woman, and we’re not supposed to get our get back. Back when my best friend was married to my oldest brother, he stayed cheating on her, and dogging her out, and I used to always tell her to do the same shit to him that he does to her. Law is going to be upset about it, but he gotta understand if he wasn’t out fuckin other bitches, that you wouldn’t have entertained Dominic,” she snapped.
“I told him to go out, and do it though,”.
“That don’t mean that he had to fuckin do it! Just make sure when you decide to tell him, you remind him of the shit that he did too,” she snapped.
We dropped it, and then I got up, so that I could go in the guest bathroom that was downstairs. I wanted to run some water over my face, so that Law wouldn’t come in, see my red eyes, and wonder why I had been crying. I fluffed my hair, ran the water on my face, and I admired myself in the mirror. On the outside,I looked good, but on the inside, I felt like shit. I haven’t been throwing up lately, but I’ve still been feeling nauseous.
Since we weren’t going out somewhere fancy tonight, I decided to keep my outfit chill, but still cute. I wore a tan-fitted knit crop top, and it had the matching knit cardigan to match. My bottoms were light blue denim, vintage jeans, and they hugged me, showing off the gap that I had between my legs. Clear, open toe heels were on my feet, having me stand up much higher. I didn’t wear make-up, which I’m glad that I didn’t because I was in here crying like this. My curly hair was hanging loosely, and I really did look cute this evening.
Once I was fine with what was looking back at me in the mirror, I walked out, and when I did, I could hear talking, and laughter in the kitchen, so I was able to see that the men had made it back inside. Law was sitting where I had been, and the second I reached him, he grabbed me, lifted me up like I didn’t weigh but one pound, and he sat me on his strong thighs. I melted at his touch. Alecia and Montana were both in the kitchen, and she was examining the steaks and potatoes that he had in the pan.
“Yaya, my wife be lying, and shit. How many glasses of that Taylor Port she had?” Montana’s deep voice boomed, asking me. With all respect due to my man, and Alecia, I really didn’t see how she stayed off him. Her husband was too fine. He took damn good care of his wife, and his children too, so that’s what really made him extra attractive.
“I only saw her drink one,” I lied. My good girl had to have been on glass number three by now.
“See, if you would have said two, I would have believed you, but one? She drinks one as she’s opening the fuckin bottle,” he said, and I cracked up, while Alecia shoved him.
“Stop because you be making me out to be a drunk!” she snapped, and he laughed, and slapped her on her ass.
“You good baby?” Law asked me in my ear, and then he kissed it.
“I’m fine, papi,” I let him know, turning my head, so that I could kiss him on his lips.
I heard everything Alecia said about me telling him about Dominic, and I. Maybe I would do it, but it wouldn’t be now. We’d just got to a good point, and I didn’t want to tell him that, and then we’re back to square one of our bullshit. Therapy had been going well, we were learning to communicate better, and our mock trial of him being home was perfect. I wanted things to stay like this.
We spent the next three hours or so at the King’s. I really did enjoy myself. We ate some good food, played a couple of card games, talked politics, and before we left, I stayed back in the kitchen with Alecia to help her clean up. I needed this night out. I hugged Alecia so tight before leaving, and we both made promises to each other that we were going to try to find the time in our busy schedules to do lunch or something one afternoon. She was always on the move with work, and her children, and I was the same way.
Now, Law and I were back in his truck. The first thing that I did when I was inside was remove the heels that I had on, and I leaned my seat all the way back, as he pulled out of the driveway.
“Let’s go get something sweet,” he blurted the second we made it out of the complex. I turned in my seat, looking over at him, laughing.
“Sevyn, I’m pregnant, or you? You swear you have my cravings, but your ass is just greedy. You not full? I’m stuffed,” I told him. The dinner that we had tonight was so good. Ribeye steaks, jumbo shrimp scampi, asparagus, and loaded baked potatoes. I couldn’t eat anything else.
“So, you mean to tell me that if I go toKrispy Kremeright now, you not going to want a donut?” he asked. I cracked up laughing because his ass was such a bad influence.
“Okay, let’s just go,” I gave in. As full as I was, I knew that I could always make some room for some hot donuts.
Law hopped on the turnpike, and the whole way to get the donuts, he had R&B music playing, and he was singing along to me, snapping his fingers, and he kept reaching his hand over, touching me, and I was loving every second of it. Little things like this, being in his presence, where we weren’t doing something grand like taking a trip, going out for a fancy date, or all the other big things were good, but moments when I could just be under him, enjoying his space, that’s what meant the most to me.
We eventually pulled up toKrispy Kreme,and he asked me if I wanted to go in or just order from the drive- thru. Because I’d already removed my shoes, and I was comfortable in my seat, I told him that we could just hop in the drive- thru line, which I’m surprised wasn’t that long, considering that the hot light was on, letting us know that the donuts were hot.
We made it to the front of the line in no time, where Law ordered a dozen of glazed donuts, and it wasn’t long before we reached the window, where he paid, and the woman handed him the box of donuts, that he then handed to me, and I put it in my lap. I reached down in my purse, going for the small bottle of hand sanitizer that I would keep in there. I squirted some in my hands, rubbing it in, and I put it up for Law to reach his hand out, and I squirted it for him, and he rubbed his hands together as well, and then pulled out of the line.
