Finessed a Dope Boy's Heart. Racquel Williams

walked up the stairs.

      I crumbled at the foot of the stairs. His words were as cold as ice. Rasheem was known to have some fucked-up ways, but this was his second time talking to me in this manner. I didn’t have an ounce of empathy for him, nor he for me. This was far from the man to whom I had given my heart. Who the fuck was this, and who was he fucking with?

      After a few minutes of crying my eyes out, I got my emotions under control. I made my way up to my room and noticed he wasn’t in the room or the bathroom. I walked to the mirror, and when I saw one or two wrinkles visible, I knew it was stress. I’d always taken care of my body, so my well-toned body was appealing. I wasn’t the kind to just go around sleeping with different men, so I knew my pussy wasn’t worn. It didn’t get wet like it used to, but with the help of a little Vaseline, I was good. I knew I sucked dick well, and despite my age, I still knew how to ride the dick. I was saying all this to say that I didn’t understand why my husband would be out there fucking around on me. Tears filled my eyes again as I searched my brain for reasons. If this man had everything at home, who was he risking our marriage for?

      I walked to my bed and got into it. I was hurting badly, but I was determined not to let him see me like this. Men loved when they felt like they had the woman at a weak point. He walked into the room and went into his closet. I closed my eyes, trying my best not to look at this cold-ass bastard.

      I heard when he walked to the bathroom. I opened my eyes then. He undressed at the front of the bathroom door like he always did before he walked in, I was assuming, to take a shower, and slammed the door.

      A few seconds later, his phone started ringing. It stopped but then started ringing again. I jumped off the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. I was scared and nervous, but nonetheless curious. I grabbed his pants and removed the ringing phone. I didn’t recognize the number. I waited for it to finish ringing, and then I checked the texts.

      Can’t wait to see you later, babes.

      It didn’t stop there. The texts continued. As I read them, tears rolled down my face. Just when I felt my heart break, I also heard the water cut off. I quickly put his phone back into the pocket and threw his pants where I found them. Softly, I tiptoed back to bed. That was close. Almost got caught.

      I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I pulled the covers halfway up my face so that I could hide the silent tears that were rolling. I listened as he moved around the room. I assumed he was getting dressed for his date. He even put some cologne on, ’cause the strong stench of Old Spice hit my nose. That was a sign that his ass was too old to be out here gallivanting with all these young bitches. Nobody wore Old Spice anymore. But he swore by that shit. Could smell his ass coming a mile away.