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Chapter 8

I unlocked the screen door to 4's house and knocked on her front door. She came to the door and opened it.

"What's wrong?" I asked. She looked like she had been crying. 4 wore a white robe that was tied tight across her waist. I walked in, shut the door behind me and held her in my arms. "What's wrong, baby? Why have you been crying?"

"Michael, I just...oh god." She continued to cry. I held her close, comforting her.

"It's okay." I assured her.

"Michael, I just want to know. Answer me truthfully."

"Okay, baby. What is it?"

4 breathed and fanned her cheeks, "are you cheating on me?" I paused. There were so many things wrong with that question, it wasn't even funny. It was plain stupid. One, we are not dating. Never have, never will. I don't plan on being with her for long anyway. Two, what gives her a right to even ask me that?

"What makes you think I'm 'cheating' on you?" I air quoted "cheating."

"I saw you and...and...her and I-"

"Let's get something straight here. I'm cheating with you on my wife."

"When you say it like that, you make me seem like some horrible bed wench!"

"Shhh. Wait a minute. When I'm cheating with you on Victoria, where are we one hundred percent of the time?"

"Here." She managed to say.

"So what does that tell you? If I were to 'cheat' on you, I wouldn't be out in the public with the woman. I'm not stupid. Where do you think we'd be most of the time?"

"At her house?"

"Gee! You don't say? So, what are you talking about you saw me and some other girl?"

"I just...I went to shop and I saw the two of you holding hands."

"Wait," I chucked. "Holding hands? Girl, I don't even hold hands with Victoria anymore. Let alone shop with her."

"So you didn't shop?"

"No." I shook my head. "People do that kind of stuff for me."

"But, Michael, I saw you! You were with-"

"You sound like my wife. You know when you assume shit, you make an ass out of you and me." That shut her up. "You know what? We're not even dating or anything. I don't know where you get this from, asking me this type of shit. I don't have to deal with this. I'll talk to you when you get some sense." I opened the front door and headed to my car.

"Michael, I'm sorry!" 4 cried, following me as I grabbed my jacket.

"Don't touch me." I pulled away from her and got in my car.

"Michael..." She cried. I pulled out of her driveway and drove away. And since she put it that way, hell yeah I'm cheating on her. With two other women at that, since I let go of 5 and 2.

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"So how was your day?" 1 asked as I walked in her bedroom. She was sitting on her bed naked and started to put lotion on.

"Different." I sighed as I sat in the chair adjacent from her bed.


"First, I find out my son has asthma. Second, people think they own me now. And third, bitches have lost their damn minds."

"What happened?" She sighed, an irritated tone accompanied her question.

"What situation are you referring to?"

"The one titled, 'Bitches have lost their damn minds.'"

I sighed and shook my head. All my side women only knew of Victoria. They didn't know of my other side women, "it's nothing."

"What about the one titled, 'People think they own me now?'"

"That's nothing."

"Well then, that was easy." 1 stood up and went over to her closet. I watched her every move. The way her ass swayed when she walked. The slight bounce her breasts made when she took her steps. The way her hair swung behind her. She was mesmerizing to watch. She's perfect. "Which one is better? The red one or the blue one?" She held up two dresses.

"Is this what you needed me for?"

"Just answer the fucking question."

I smiled, "the red one."

"Thank you." She rolled her eyes and hung the blue dress back up. "Michael, help me zip this up." She said as she put the red dress on. I got up and made my way over to her. As I stood behind her, I held her waist in one hand and zipped the dress with the other. As soon as I got the zipper up, I looked at her reflection in the mirror.

"Where are you going looking this sexy?" I asked.

"Meeting up with a friend. Maybe two friends." She smiled, fixing the dress over her breasts.

"What happened to you needing me?"

"You were too late, so I had to call up my friends."

"Well, I'm here now." I began to kiss her neck and ran my hands up and down her curves.

"Michael..." She moaned. A slight annoyance accompanying her satisfied sigh. "You know my rules. You've got to be here...when I tell you to get here." She groaned, her stance becoming weak.

"I told you, baby. I don't follow your rules." I whispered as I kissed her neck, cheek and lips. 1 slowly turned around to face me and kissed me. "Tell your friends you'll be late. Daddy's gonna take care of you tonight."

"Mmm., Michael." She shook her head and backed away. "You'll have to wait. They've got me tonight. You can have me later."

"Nah, baby. I don't do sloppy seconds."

"Excuse me?" She became defensive.

"I just don't. That's disgusting. I don't even know why you would even want to do that."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm not trying to say anything."

"I never said I was having sex with my friends." I bit the inside of my cheek. Damn. I just got on her bad side. Something I've been trying to avoid since a couple months ago. "Michael, I've told you about assuming shit about me. I'm not a hoe, slut, prostitute or any other negative thing you think I am. This is just me, Michael. When a girl doesn't want to fuck, does she have to scream it to the whole goddamn world? And when she does want to fuck who ever she pleases, why does she have to be looked at as a slut? You know what? Fuck it. Fuck you. Get out. I'm sick and tired of you anyway." She started pushing me out of her room. I slumped and slowly walked as she pushed me. Now would be a great time to have sex. Considering how upset she is. She knows this turns me on. She started cussing me out in her native tongue, Spanish.

"I love it when you cuss me out in Spanish, baby."

"Shut the fuck up." She snapped. When we got to the front door, 1 unlocked the door expecting me to leave. "What are you waiting for?" She asked.

"Are you done bickering?"

"Get out, Michael."

"Are you done? Or...?"

"Michael, get- What the, Michael, put me down! How dare you? You know I have five brothers waiting on your stupid ass!" I laughed as she kicked my stomach and punched my back. When we got to her room, I dropped her on the bed and pinned her down. "I should be beating the shit out of you right now." She squinted her eyes at me. I lay between her legs and kissed her. 1 tried resisting, which only made it all the more fun, until she finally gave in...

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