I used to love thrills, not cheap ones, really big thrills that could get you in all kinds of trouble, and drama. Thrills that you read about in arabesque romance novels, and sometimes in the soaps. Yes. I used to love romantic thrills. Thrills that would have me feeling ashamed afterwards but would have me wanting more. Thrills that are so hot, I would come home and rub an ice cube down my neck and chest. Thrills that would have me emotionally twisted, confused and insanely thirsty. Thrills that would have me crazy, wildly in love, with just a single reminince of it. Those thrills got me in so much trouble, it was not funny literally, emotionally, physically. Thrills that left a pleasurable throb between my legs, but a permanent emotional scar on my heart, I could never do another thrill or could I? He asked me for one more night of passion three months before his wedding day, he figured once those two words slipped from his lips, that was it. Then he would be considered on lock for the rest of his life. He confessed he thought about me constantly to the point where he saw my face, not hers during their premarital romps. Did I believe him? Hell no, I knew he was talking jibber jabber and just to make himself sound good and it was not working. My wheels in my brain turned back to our last sexual encounter. I broke out in a sweat and I ended up getting the jitters just from daydreaming about it.
I thought about what harm it could be, it wasn't like they were married....Yet. I poured the blackberry Arbor Mist in my wine glass as I sat in read his provocative email over and over. It was in so much detail my body broke out into a sweat. I knew he was capable of doing what was typed from past experiences. So I sent him an email back telling him I was game.
I already had a bad feeling about this, first of all I felt guilty. This girl did not deserve such insensitivity nor a cheating bastard for a husband for that matter. I picked up my phone twice to tell him never mind do not come, but I would put the phone down again. Around ten pm he text me and told me that she was out with her mother and had a few hours to spare.
He came over, I let him in, we kissed and were just kissing when I stopped him. I explained this was not right and that if he could not stay faithful in a relationship how could he stay faithful married? He agreed, got up and left. Three mins later he calls me saying his car wouldnt start, he is stuck in the parking lot of my apartment complex and that the only one he could call to pick him up was his fiance. He stated he already text her and told her he was visiting an frat brother.
twenty minutes later I hear arguing back and forth and a female voice yelling "WHO IS SHE?" I peep out of my window and see him and a female arguing back and forth, the words she was yelling was clear as day. "I have met all of your frat brothers, they all live in different states, only two live in Virginia, and we have been to their homes! Are you cheating again?" My breath caught in my throat. Again, I thought silently to myself. My stupid behind should have known, he was never up to no good. I listened to him make up more lies and excuses then a nigga just getting out of jail. They argued during the whole hour they were out there, they even argued in front of the tow truck driver as he hooked his BMW up to the truck. I even heard them arguing as they were driving off. The BMW he had was brand spanking new, I remember him bragging about it on Facebook. The car breaking down was no mechanical malfunction.God don't like ugly, and whatever you do in the dark. Comes to light.
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