are u fucking my wife?
he said into the phone. breathy words leaving
his mouth as she listened on the other end.
she scooted her ass further up on the bed,
bringing herself closer to the headboard, and
eased into the phone. "excuse me?" he
didn't stutter, his words leaving his mouth
once again, but this time in anger. "you heard
what i said! are you fucking my wife?!?!"
she sat back into herself, trying to figure
out what the best answer would|should be. this
is the lover of her life's husband omar, how
did he get her number? should she tell him? what would
lacy say? "i ain't *fucking* nobody's wife.
i suggest you find the number you're looking for
and try again."

he knew he had her in a place that she
could not easily leave. "i got the right
number. lacy has you as the first point of
contact in her phone. so who the fuck are you?
if some freaky shit is going on between you and
my wife, i need to know now because i put
lace to sleep almost every night.
matter of fact, she's sleeping right now!"
she smiled to herself, licked the tip of
her pinky finger and pursed her lips
back to a almost open formation. "so,
this is omar, huh? you put her to sleep?
funny, no sleeping goes on between us,
none." tessa pulled at the straps to
her top, smoothed over her panties, and
whispered into the phone, "not ever."

this exchange set omar off. he threw
the phone against the wall, tugged
at lacy's arm and yelled, "Get the fuck
up and out now!" no warnings, no explanation,
no regard for her state of rest.
there was no retort from lacy, she
had a feeling he found the number. she
caught him a couple of times browsing the names
in her phone and said nothing. she knew this day
would come soon. "so, you know huh? ok.
do you want to talk about it?"
he stared deep into her eyes, cutting
the blinks before they could arrive,
"i don't want to talk about shit.
i want you up, out, and over here tomorrow
when i'm gone to get your shit!"
she gathered her night clothes, work clothes
for the next day, a few more things, and
left without a sound."

*tonight could be a blessing
in disguise*, she thought and closed
the door behind her.

©Tremaine L. Loadholt

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