The table was set, dinner placed before her husband promptly at seven p.m. Routine undisturbed, though for once the atmosphere was one both would deem uncomfortable. He thought a bit of music would set the mood, ease the tension building. So, she placed Marlena Shaw on the Victrola he'd given as one of many 'sorry…
In secrecy we meet, dangerously aware of the troubles we greet. Carelessly giving in to temptation week after week. To others we belong, but the feelings shared between us are far too strong. We can't let go, no matter that we both know this life we lead is wrong.
The world beneath my window was a motion filled blur, my emotions ran high and my sense had long been absent before I even got to this moment. My tears, fresh and warm, fell in heavy streams, hitting the floor just in front of my bare feet. Only the wall behind me was offering the…
Reaping what I’d sown, I silently watched as my husband walked in and out of the home we once shared, making numerous trips as he packed and boxed up his belongs, carrying them out to his car. Leaving me and our life behind for good.
"She stood up slowly, looking me in the eye as she drank straight from the bottle. “It’s a shame all that I do for a man like you Paul.”"
'Pushing the rest of her thoughts to the side, Ryan pushed Roman all the way inside of his room and closed the door behind her. She began removing the jacket she was wearing after silencing her phone and sliding it into her jacket pocket. “You shouldn’t have kissed me. But since you did, one last time, for the road.”'
"... I mean, you said yourself that he has your number saved under another nigga’s name. If that doesn’t scream you’re the sidepiece, I don’t know what does."
"Either way, the moment was wrong, and there was no correct action that could make it good unless they found themselves entangled with one another again."