I ran my thumb over his face and bit down on my bottom lip. Lawrence was 5’11 with soft mocha skin. He had a low fade haircut and a matching beard he kept neat. His light brown eyes and deep voice always had me hot and ready. He was on the heftier side with a broad chest and thick thighs that I liked toplayfully sink my teeth into. I don’t know what it was, but I loved a man with some good thigh meat. I set the picture back down and headed toward the door. Simply staring at my man’s picture had me ready to get bent over. With the stress of planning our wedding and running our business, we hadn’t been intimate in a while. Not by a few days or a few weeks, but it had been at least three months. Tonight, I planned on changing that.
I finished locking up the store and headed toward my car. Wanting to make the night special, I drove to the store and picked up a bottle of wine, strawberries, and whipped cream. I licked my lips in anticipation of the night I was planning to have with my baby.
After about twenty minutes, I was pulling into our designated parking space at our apartment. We were currently saving up to buy our first home together and thought it’d be a great idea to purchase our home once we were married. Hopping out of the car, I opened the back door and pulled out the groceries.
“You’re finally home,” Ms. Mills, our next-door neighbor, called down to me from the walkway.
I inwardly groaned before looking up and plastering a smile on my face and waving. Ms. Mills was a retired bus driver and had to be in her early sixties, but she smoked cigarettes heavily, causing her to look more like she was over eighty. Her once smooth ivory skin was now wrinkled and shriveled. Her thinning blonde hair was styled into a low bun, and she wore a black nightgown. Her cat, Micky, was at her feet, hissing at me while her chihuahua, Mikey, continued to bark from her front window.
“How are you doing today, Ms. Mills?” I asked, locking my car door. I didn’t really care, but wasn’t going to be rude.
“A lot better than what you’re about to be.”
I stopped at the top of the stairs and squinted my eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”
She ashed her cigarette and smirked. “You need to learn how to get home before your man does and take care of your household.”
I opened my mouth to question her when I noticed music was blasting from my apartment. Cursing under my breath, I snatched my keys out of my pocket and charged towards my door. I hated it when Lawrence played the music too loudly. Not because I didn’t like to vibe out, but because of bitch ass Ms. Mills. She complained to our apartment management every chance she got. Her mean, bitter ass didn’t like to see anybody having fun, and she didn’t hesitate to call the cops.
Unlocking the door, I set the bags down on the floor and quickly shut it behind me. Jazmine Sullivan’s "On It " was blaring from our room, causing me to furrow my eyebrows. Lawrence and I liked some similar songs, but he knew nothing about Jazmine Sullivan. I opened my mouth to call Lawrence’s name for him to turn it down, but something had me stopping in my tracks. Another voice bellowed along to the song, but it definitely wasn’t my fiancé’s.
“I know good damn well!” I snarled.
Stomping towards the room, I noticed clothes scattered across the floor leading up to our bedroom. Anger boiled through me as my heart slammed against my chest. I prayed things were a misunderstanding, and I was losing my mind, but the bra lazily in front of our bedroom door let me know that this was my reality.
Slowly pushing the door open, my eyes landed on an ivory-complexioned woman who was climbing on top of my fiancé. She spread her legs apart and hovered over his face.
“Yeah, spit on my shit!”
I watched in fury as my fiancé craned his head up and spat onto her pussy before sucking on her pearl. This muthafucka hadn’t touched me in months, and yet, he had this random broadhaving the time of her life. He was face deep in her coochie and moaning with delight. Meanwhile, my cat was going through a damn famine and starved for physical touch that wasn’t my own.
I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the small pocketknife I kept on me. Walking closer, I stood at the foot of the bed. The woman dropped her head back with her eyes closed while Lawrence’s entire face sat comfortably between her legs. Allowing the rage to fill me, I released the knife and sliced the bottom of Lawrence’s foot. He must’ve bitten down because the woman yelled out in pain.
“What the fuck!” she yelled, slapping him on top of the head before standing up. Turning around, her eyes widened when they locked with mine.
“Sandra!” I gasped. I couldn’t believe what the hell I was looking at. No way was one of our employees standing butt ass naked in our house.
I was beyond pissed. Not only because my fiancé was cheating, but the whole situation was cliché as fuck. Of course, Lawrence went after the slightly younger, half-white and half-Hispanic assistant who had long black hair and was a size three. She didn’t have much of an ass, but her breasts were full and heavy. After watching so many movies with this exact scenario, I used to run my mouth, declaring that I would never let that type of shit happen in real life. Now here I was, looking stupid as the exact situation stared me in the face.
We hired Sandra about six months ago to help with the mundane tasks around our shop. We had five employees, and she really stepped up to help ensure everything was running smoothly. I should’ve known they sneaky asses were up to something, but if I were being honest, I was ignoring my intuition. Sandra was always very helpful when Lawrence needed something, and they always left the office less than five minutes apart. My fiancé was becoming distant, but I chalkedit up to the stress from our business and trying to plan a wedding.The wrath I harbored over the entire situation had me leaning over and slicing at Lawrence’s big toe with my knife.
“Fuck, Natalie!” he wailed in pain, tucking the comforter under his feet.
I scoffed. Like, I couldn’t cut through that.
“Ms. Hunter, what-I thought…you were supposed to call when you were on the way. You usually call first.”
My eyes squinted as I stared at Sandra.
“Lucky for me, my phone had died. So, how long have you two been fucking since you seem to know my routine?” I asked, staring between Lawrence and our assistant.
Sandra and Lawrence glanced at each other. I could tell they were arguing with their eyes and debating who was going to be bold and tell me the truth.
“Answer my fucking question.” I snapped, jabbing the knife toward Lawerence’s feet again.
“He’s going to bleed out!” Sandra whimpered, standing in the corner of the room.
“Shut your ho ass up! His dumb ass is not going to bleed out–I’m barely nicking the skin. As a matter of fact, you can take his place, since you’re so concerned.”
