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  Megan & Natalie

  Rikenya Hunter

  Acknowledgements

  I’ve did it again! I’m so proud of the fact that God has been blessing me, to use my passion for writing to create material that others enjoy. I want to thank God for making this even possible. I want to thank my wonderful love of my life, Jeremy. I love you baby. I want to thank my amazing, beautiful and intelligent daughters, Jayloni and Janai. My daughters are my everything. I want to thank my parents for putting up with me and all my little idea’s and loving me unconditionally. I want to thank my two great siblings, Asia and Desmond. I want to thank my family in Louisville Kentucky for all the wonderful support, Especially my Auntietay. I love you all! I want to thank my besties, Jennifer Wren and Pernisha Pope! If I forgot you, I deeply apologize.

  I can’t believe I’ve published a second book. As majority of you know, I’ve self published my first novella, “The Awful truth,” independently. I’ve listened to “your” criticism, compliments and suggestions. I’m learning and growing as I do this. I thank you for your support and I appreciate every single one of you that has always believed in me. God bless you!

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Enjoy!

  Chapter 1 - Megan

  I open my umbrella and quickly run inside the grocery store. So much for the forecast being twenty percent chance of rain. I shake my head at the thought. I grab a shopping cart and begin shopping for tonight’s dinner. My husband Foster and I haven’t really been seeing eye to eye lately. We’ve been married for two years and have dated for seven. I scanned the aisle for some flour. I’m going to make Foster’s favorite meal. Country fried steak with gravy, homemade mashed potatoes with cheese and chives, with a side of cauliflower and broccoli in a shrimp sauce. I’m hoping a romantic evening with some good food, and conversation can get us back on track. Grabbing a few other items, I proceeded to check out.

  Driving home I thought about my life. I’m financially stable, being that I’m currently a CEO of one of the most prestigious and prosperous publishing companies in Atlanta. I’m beautiful standing at 5’7, 130 pounds. I’m light skinned with high cheek bones and an award winning, pearly, white smile. Many people say I favor Drew Sidora. I graduated with a 3.8 from Morris Brown College. I have my masters in journalism and business administration. Yet, I feel incomplete. Foster is a great man but he has a temper problem. I know sometimes I might be to blame since I have a slick mouth at times. I feel I owe Foster something because in a way, he rescued me. In order to work my way through college, I was a stripper at Magic City. I went to class during the day and stripped at night to pay my tuition. Foster was a regular at the club and would often pay me for private lap dances. Yet instead of actually getting the lap dance, he tried to get to know me. He never tried to sleep with me or come on to strong. He was different. He would actually try to strike up a conversation, asking me where I saw myself in five years, what were my goals and aspirations. Eventually we started dating and Foster paid the remainder of my tuition, so I quit stripping. The rest is history. Things were good between us until we got married. There is a different side of him that I’ve never seen before.

  Foster is an architect and makes very good money. He told me I didn’t have to continue to work anymore but I like my independence of bringing money into the house. Everyday Foster bombards me with questions on quitting my job and starting a family. I’m not ready for that. We always end up arguing because I stand up for myself. When I said those vows they were for better or worse. We will get through this and be the happy couple we were in the beginning.

  ***

  I pull into my horseshoe driveway, and look at my beautiful home. It is a 5 bedroom, 4 bathroom house, with a pool, Jacuzzi, basketball court and entertainment/game room. I’m very blessed to live so comfortably.

  I grab my groceries from the backseat of my car and head inside my home. I place the grocery bags on the island counter and hurry to take a shower. I stood in the shower and let the hot water run down my body. I lathered my sponge with my favorite body wash and washed the day away.

  I finish preparing dinner and set the table. I lit candles throughout the living room and dining room. The house smelled so good. I learned to cook from my grandmother Rosie. She used to have me in the kitchen every Sunday. She practically raised me.

  I prance to my bedroom and do a double take in my full length mirror. I’m wearing a cute black teddy from Victoria Secret. My hair is pinned into a bun with a swoop tucked behind my ear. I look damn good. Once Foster see’s me and the dinner I made, we will be making up all night!

  Two hours have passed and Foster isn’t home or answering his cell phone. I’m fuming. Dinner is cold and the candle wax is melting. Grabbing my cell phone from off the table, I double check to make sure he didn’t call. Sure enough he didn’t. I sigh and get up from the dining room table. I grab the plates, dump all the food into the trashcan, and blow the candles out. I begin to load the dishwasher when I hear Foster enter through the front door. I’m doing my best not to explode and let him explain first.

  Foster walks into the kitchen and doesn’t even mutter a word to me! I remind you I’m still standing in my black Victoria Secret teddy.

  “Um, Hi Foster. How was your day?” I try to hide the disappointment in my voice.

  “Work was work. I’m exhausted. I had to work late. Sorry I didn’t call. Things have been pretty busy at the office.” Foster grabs a glass from the cabinet and pours himself some wine.

  “Well sweetie, I called your office line and cell phone a few times. I prepared dinner. I figured we needed a romantic night and some alone time.

  “Didn’t you just hear me say I’m exhausted? I’ve been working my ass off on the new design for the courthouse. I had a meeting that also ran overtime. I can’t always answer every damn time you call me Megan. The last thing I need to hear is you complaining.”

  I’m completely shocked at how rude and inconsiderate he’s being. He’s the one late, hadn’t asked about my day and is the one with a pissy attitude. I walk up to foster seductively and try to kiss him. He swats me away with his hand and gulps down the last bit of wine in his glass.

  “I’m tired Megan. I just need to relax. I’m going to take a shower.” Foster starts walking towards the bedroom.

  “Well maybe I can join you?”

  “Not tonight. I’m beat. I’m going to shower and go straight to bed.”

  The tears stung my eyes as I heard the bathroom door slam. Why does he have to be so damn mean to me?

  Chapter 2 - Natalie

  His punk ass is late again! I rolled my eyes as I saw his car pull up in my driveway. “Courtney, baby grab your things. Your father is outside.” My son is eleven and such a daddy’s boy. His father constantly let him down. Showing up late or sometimes not at all, when it came to taking his son for the weekend. Countless times I’ve had to hunt him down for child support. I’ve tried to remain cordial and never argue with Chauncey in front of our son Courtney.

  There is a knock at the door and I know it has to obviously be Chauncey. I open the door and glare at him. “Hi, Natalie. Sorry I’m late. I got stuck in traffic.” For 3 ½ hours? I decided to keep my thoughts to myself. I step aside and let him enter my apartment. Gosh he smells so good wearing Liz Claiborne; Curve Soul. He resembles the rapper T.I. His arms are covered in tattoos.

  I used to be head over heels for him, until I finally got the strength to leave him. I got tired of trying to keep someone who didn’t want to be kept. I constantly found numerous phone number
s in his pocket, text messages from women and scratches on his back. I had to let his ass go!

  “Hey dad, what‘s up? You ready to go?” Courtney smiles as he walks up to his father and gives him some dap. Courtney thinks the world of his father.

  “Hey son, you all ready to go?”

  “Yes dad. I’ve been looking forward to this all weekend!”

  “Son, be good. Gimmie a hug and kiss goodbye. I love you.” I smile as I hug and kiss my son.

  “I’m going to wait in the car dad. Bye mom!”

  While I watch my son get into his fathers car from the window, I turn my attention back to Chauncey.

  “You know you are 3 ½ hours late today? What’s up with that? Where is my child support too? I haven’t received anything in six months Chauncey! Our son is growing so fast. Every time I turn around he needs new shoes, a haircut, lunch money, and clothes. You know I‘m struggling. I‘ve been having temp jobs here and there.” I was getting annoyed with his presence. I know he’s going to give me a ton of excuses.

  “I’m in between jobs right now Natalie. Shit, you know that. I’m doing the best I can. That’s why I hate coming up in here because all you do is gripe and complain. I don’t want to hear that shit.” Chauncey is pacing the floor while my arms are folded across my chest.

  “It’s always something with you. All I know is you better not have my child around that tramp Bernadette. I mean that shit.”

  “Man, don’t threaten me. Bernadette is cool. She’s my woman. You need to respect that and let it go.”

  “No, what you need to do is keep that bitch away from my son. Why should I respect you being with someone you constantly cheated on me with? She knew about my son and me. She knew you and I were dating at the time. Courtney better not come back home and tell me that Bernadette was around him.”

  I walk towards the door and motion for him to leave. He walks pass me and stops at the door and tries to peck me on the cheek!

  “Boy, get your ass out of here. You blew your chance.”

  Why does it take a man to lose his woman, in order for him to realize that he truly wants her back?

  ***

  My son is gone for the weekend and I’m bored out of my mind. I need a man. I walk to the sofa, pick up my Smartphone and call my best friend Megan.

  Megan and I met taking classes at Morris Brown College. We had to be paired with someone for a group project and the professor put Megan and me together. We’ve been inseparable ever since. Megan went on to graduate but I had to drop out due to having to take care of my son and trying to work. I just couldn’t fit school into my schedule but I hope to go back one day.

  “Hello? Megan said somberly.

  “Hey heffa, why do you sound so sad? How was the dinner you planned for Foster yesterday?”

  “Oh gosh, horrible! I slaved over the stove for him and he was hours late. To make matters worse he came home with an attitude and completely disregarded my feelings. He took a shower and fell asleep. I had to use Marcelle girl!”

  We immediately started cackling and bursting into laughter. Marcelle is Megan’s vibrator!

  “Girl there is no way in hell that I would have a man, let alone a husband and own a vibrator! Shit, I don’t have a man now and I don’t have a vibrator, dildo, toy, male attention, you name it and I don‘t have it!”

  We started laughing and I continued talking.

  “He’s supposed to be throwing your back out and you popping out some babies,” I joked.

  “Well there hasn’t been any sex for about a month. He doesn’t even care about Marcelle, the vibrator! He wants babies but I don’t know if I’m ready for that. Do you know that man is still bothering me about quitting my job?”

  “Well take your time and pray about it. I wish my husband would tell me to quit my job and take care of the bills. Your blessed Meg. As far as kids, you can always borrow Courtney,” I joked.

  “I’ll keep that in mind about Courtney, Nat. I think the real reason I don’t want to quit working is, before we married, I signed a prenuptial agreement because I loved him. Still do. We just haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately. I don’t want him to leave me, be without a job, a single parent, and broke. I refuse to be a stripper again and be so broke that I don’t have two nickels to rub together. I guess I want to keep my job for comfort. Well, Foster is working late I guess. How about we go out tonight, my treat?”

  “That sounds like a plan. We need some girl time anyway. Listen; don’t let all this mess about babies and quitting your job worry you. If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen.” I sincerely say.

  “Thank you Nat, you’re the sweetest! Listen, I’ll pick you up about 9 and we will try this new spot by my office,” Megan says in a slighter cheerful tone.

  “Okay, that sounds like a plan.” We hung up the phone. I can’t wait to go out and let my hair down for a change!

  ***

  I went to my closet and began trying to find something cute to wear. I always look good in this red dress. I held the short red mini dress against my skin. This is the perfect dress for tonight. Meg will be here in less than two hours. I’m twenty six years old. I have Hershey chocolate skin, plump lips, brown dreamy bedroom eyes, and I’m fun size standing at 5’5.

  I took a long warm shower and washed my face with my favorite Olay face wash. After washing my face and drying off, I sat on my king sized bed and applied lotion to my body. I love the Victoria Secret Sweet Pea lotion. I teased my hair and sprayed some perfume behind my ears, on my wrists and on my thighs. I slip on my red dress and I look stunning! I walk to my mirror and did my prominent booty dance. Damn, I look good! Hopefully I can reel me in a man tonight!

  9 pm rolls around and I’m sitting on the sofa sipping a glass of red Moscato wine, waiting on Megan. I’m feeling slightly buzzed. I haven’t been out in a few months.

  Ding Dong. Ding Dong. My doorbell rang.

  I jump up from my sofa and look out the peephole. It’s Megan. I open the door and just know tonight is going to be a night to remember!

  ***

  I open the door and take in Megan’s appearance. She looks so cute. Megan is wearing a sexy black dress that hugged and accentuated her curves. Megan walks in and began talking loudly.

  “Hey boo! How are you?” Megan sang, obviously intoxicated.

  “Girl, you look faded! Have you been drinking?” I’m laughing so hard that I could barely spit out the question.

  “Yes----girl---- foster is ignoring my calls since----- we’ve last talked and I just need to have a good time. Sooooooo, I drunk some Hennessey,” Megan says slurring her words and smiling.

  “Oh my goodness, your ass must be two shades in the wind because you never drink liquor. Last time you told me you drunk liquor was before you used to get on stage and strip. You must really be pissed at Foster.” I eyed Megan and smirked.

  “Girl yes, he’s been----- ignoring me and not returning my calls. I----- just don’t know him anymore but Nat; I didn’t come to talk about----- him. Let’s go out!”

  ***

  Megan left her car at my house for the night since she’s drinking. I decided that I would drive us in my Toyota Camry.

  “Megan you‘ve lost your damn mind, there is nothing but teeny boppers here! Were pushing thirty! I’m not going in there!” I’m surprised Megan’s uppity ass wanted to go somewhere like this. The crowd is looking like 18-21 year olds.

  “Oh c’mon Natalie! Let’s do something different for a change. I heard my colleague Rachael talking about this place. Granted she’s younger than me but hell it’s a free country, so let’s go!

  Before getting out the car, I grab my eye shadow kit out my purse, dab my brush in the gold palette and reapply my eye shadow and lip-gloss. Here goes nothing!

  Chapter 3 - Megan

  “Girl you are going to have so much fun tonight,” I say to Natalie.

  “Yeah, I hope so. Lord knows I love the free time when Courtney is with Chauncey but I never know what to do
with myself.”

  “Well hopefully you’ll find some hot man and get your feet wet!”

  Natalie is on pins and needles as we walk inside the club, while Travis Porter “Bring It Back,” plays. You could tell that she’s nervous and uncomfortable but after I buy her a few drinks, I know she’ll be okay. I feel my liquor high descending so once we walk into the club; we went straight to the bar.

  “Two blue motherfuckers please,” I yell at the bartender because of the loud music. “Girl you are on a roll tonight. Your gonna have a hangover,” Natalie yells in my ear. “Oh hush, just enjoy yourself!” I give her a smile and we mingle around the club.

  I got out on the dance floor and gyrate my body to the beat. Natalie is twerkin’ and popping her ass to the music. She dropped down and brought it back up, moving her body like a snake. She’s letting loose and I’m happy to see her having a good time.

  I’m dancing to the beat when I feel someone grinding up on me from behind! I turn around to see some dread head with a gold grill, reeking of weed and alcohol. “Ayy lil mama, can a nigga get yo number? You da finest thing up in dis club,” says the young guy.

  “Uh no, I’m married and I’d appreciate if you give me 10 feet!”

  “Damn why you gotta be like dat. You aint that fine anyway,” says the young guy staggering off.

  I hate when you turn a guy down and they get mad. First you fine then when they get rejected they want to call you names. What’s up with that?

  After a few hours Natalie and I feel great as we are on our sixth drink and feeling good. A few men approached me but I shot them down. Even though Foster and I have our issues I would never cheat on him. Natalie on the other hand is getting numbers left and right. A few times I snuck to the bathroom to check my cell phone, to see if Foster called me and he hadn’t. It’s almost 11:30 and I was hoping he was going to be home, by the time Natalie dropped me back home. I’m missing him. Plus the few drinks I drunk has me horny. I couldn’t wait to get home.