He grabbed my hand and we headed out the door towards the stretch black limo that was waiting for us outside.
Our life was lavish and still at times, I couldn't believe this was our reality. The ride to the dinner was fifteen minutes away from our home. When we finally arrived, there were Escalades, Mercedes and BMW's parked close to the curb. . The driver pulled up in front of the double doors, making it as if we were like celebrities.
The chauffeur hopped out the car and came to open the door for us. As soon as I stepped foot out the limo, the first face I saw was Donnell's. He was so damn pitiful-looking to me, ugh, I loathed the sight of him. Hanging tightly onto his arm, like a trophy piece, was his overweight wife.
I chuckled to myself when I saw the trash bag she was wearing for a dress. If he was going to degrade and turn his nose up at black women, he could've at least gotten a white woman who looked worth a damn.
Donnell spotted us immediately and quickly made his way over with his wife still tightly clutching his arm. right on his ass.
"Yo, TJ, my man! You made it!" Donnell and Taylor dapped each other up.
I didn't say anything. I focused my attention elsewhere, to see if I could spot my girl Chantel and her husband Damian. I had met Chantel in nursing school but we lost contact until I married Taylor and was reunited with my girl at a big hospital charity event. . When I found out she had married a fellow surgeon, we picked up where we left off at. . Though we weren't best friends we were closer than the other wives. .
"Hi, Sundy," Donnell's wife, Heather greeted dryly.
I snapped my head over in her direction and contemplated about speaking. After several seconds, I finally said, "Hi, Heather. How's it going?" My voice wasn't dry, but it wasn't friendly either. The woman knew I didn't like her and she didn't like me but because we were both married to professional men we kept it tactful, at least I did.
An awkward silence fell amongst us until Taylor opened his mouth to greet Heather. I didn't like that the grin on her face was wider than her stomach, as my man shook her hand. I knew I'd have to watch her ass because she wanted to be down so bad. Donnell looked at me but said nothing to me because he knew better.
Once inside the hall, we were seated at a huge round table that looked to be meant for about twenty people. As I sat in my seat, I could see my girl Chantel strutting across the room towards me. Apparently, she spotted me before I did her, so I quickly rose out my seat and scurried over towards her with my hands extended out to embrace her.
"Chanteeeeel! I'm happy you're finally here, honey," I embraced her tightly. "Finally able to talk to somebody worth acknowledging." I cracked.
Chantel lightly chuckled. "Girl, you? You ain't seen nothing. I was just outside with that damn Debbie. You remember John's wife, don't you?"
I nodded my head. "Girl, that bitch's head is so stuck up her ass! She had the nerve to side eye me when I spoke to John, like someone want's his tall slinky ass. She acts like that man look like something. She's so arrogant, and has no reason to be. She and John aren't as well off as they put on!" Chantel cocked her head to the side and took a gulp out of the wine she had been sipping on before she'd approached me. "That bitch thinks I don't know she wants my man too. I've been watching her ass for a little minute now and I can tell she wants him just by that look in her damn eyes."
"Well, if you need help dumping her body let me know. We'll be out of jail by midnight."
We both laughed and continued to chat until I spotted Taylor's best friend Travis, striding into the place like he owned the building and everyone inside. What really caught my attention though was the tall caramel-skinned chick that was on his arm. I swallowed the huge lump that had formed in my throat. She could've passed for Tyra Banks twin. BITCH. I could feel my heart drop and my palms became sweaty. "No the hell he didn't," I whispered to myself.
Now I know what y'all thinking, right? Why do I care about a woman being on Taylor's best friend's arm? Well, since y'all wanna' be nosy, I guess I can tell you, but sshhh don't tell anyone else. The truth was that for the past year, Travis and I had been having an affair.
Yes, I was cheating on Taylor with his best friend but it was completely unexpected. He'd come over one night while Taylor was still at the hospital.
Taylor called me earlier and said that Travis had to drop off a folder with important documents. That he wasn't sure how long he would be. So to say the least, I entertained him with a two-finger pour of Scotch on the rocks. We laughed about all the couples we socialized with, the good, bad, and ugly. We both had lust in us and before I realized what I was doing, I had been butterflied like a piece of chicken on our Italian leather chaise lounge. Travis had the thickest lips and he sucked my tongue damn near out of my mouth. He slid down to my juicy abyss and pushed my panties to the side and began to slurp and tongue my weeping pearl. I was in ecstasy because Taylor had never tongue fucked me like this before. I came three times and he put me on my knees. I then felt him penetrate me from the back and all the while I watched his silhouette in the glass sliding door that separated the living room from our backyard. Travis wrapped his hand in my hair and used my walls to catch all that he emptied into me.
After I tightened my walls around his throbbing penis and he moaned and quivered, I used my ass to push him out of me and got my stankin' butt up and off my Italian leather. I quickly put Travis out and pulled out some wet wipes and leather lotion to conceal the smell of sex. I quickly showered and forced myself to go to sleep so that when Tay got home, he wouldn't want any lovin' from me. Yeah, I know … I ain't no damn good. By the time Tay got home, I was out. My abyss was still engorged and throbbing but I wouldn't dare let my husband go down on me after gallivanting earlier.
Secretly, we continued to see each other once a week whenever I knew Taylor was working late. If I was just out and happened to get horny I drove to his pool housewhich was literally five minutes away from our home. We both knew we were playing a dangerous game but until the luck we'd been having ran out, we planned to continue our affair.
Chantel noticed my face become pale because she tapped me on my shoulder with a concerned expression on her face.
"Sundy, girl you alright? You look like you just seen a ghost."
I briefly refocused my attention back to Chantel and let her know I was okay. I told her to turn around and follow my gaze. She did, and scrunched up her face at the sight of Travis with his arm candy. Although she was not aware of our affair, she didn't like what she was witnessing either because Travis once dated her little sister but they broke up because Travis was a player.
"Oh... no... he...didn't!" Chantel paused in between her words placing a hand on her thick hip. "I'm so happy Déjà saw right through his ass and let him go, ‘cuz he ain't shit but a dirty dog."
For the rest of the night we were all seated around the table drinking, eating and holding conversations I could care less about. Only thing that was on my mind was Travis and the nerve he had for bringing that nameless bitch with him.
When dinner was over, I was more than glad because I was tired of watching Travis flirt with his date in front of me making my blood boil. He knew I was watching because he was watching me; while occasionally he would glare at me. I swear I could've smacked that stupid smirk right off of his sexy ass face. NIGGA. Once we were home, I showered, loved all on Taylor then took my ass to sleep. Tomorrow, Travis and I were going to have a talk.
TWO
I awoke with Travis and his little slut still fresh on my brain. The nerve he had bringing that prissy little heifer to the dinner last night. I didn't understand why Travis was even there, because he wasn't a surgeon; he was a lawyer. While doing my morning workout, Travis's chatting and flirting with her kept playing over and over inside my head like a movie. I couldn't believe how childish and jealous I was feeling. Here I was, a happily married woman yet, I was jealous of my husband's best friend dealings with other women that weren't me.
Yeah, I know, the nerve of me. I flopped down onto the antique lounge chair that was in our bedroom and pulled out my phone. I needed to call my best friend, Cynthia, to see when she was bringing my baby back. I missed her little grown self. Even though she was four, I still didn't like her being away from me for long periods of time but Cynthia insisted on Tayla going over her house for her daughter's birthday party. Tayla was no fan of Cynthia's daughter Daisy because Tayla claimed the little girl cried too much. I had to remind Tayla that the little girl was three years old and that she wasn't much older. When I dialed Cynthia's number, she answered on the third ring.