In Spite of the Bosset Life(21)

“Koì, what you doing? I can’t do this,” said Rodney, trying to resist me. I wasn’t going for it though. I grabbed his face sexually but that was the wrong move. I had forgotten to take my ring off.

“Koì, stop. And why do you always got this ring on?” asked Rodney, holding my hand. He examined the rock and waited for me to answer. I stopped grinding in his lap. This nigga’s dick wasn’t even hard.

“Because I’m married,” I said, like it was obvious. I always wore my rings. Rodney never mentioned it before, so I didn’t see why I needed to bring it up. I was so wet. I knew I would be alone tonight in my hotel room forced to masturbate once again. I dreaded even thinking about it.

“Ohhh. You really need to get up,” said Rodney, lifting me up like he didn’t want to even touch me. I was embarrassed and felt shameful. He looked like he didn’t want to be near my married ass.

“It’s not what you think, Rod.”

“I thought you just wore it for fashion reason or because you didn’t like guys asking you out. But I got a funny feeling when you ALWAYS kept that particular ring on. Why you using me to cheat on your husband?” asked Rodney, wanting answers. He zipped his pants and I frowned up. I wasn’t getting no dick tonight.

“It’s complicated… Rodney listen,” I said, stopping him from leaving, “my husband died three years ago in a plane crash. His remains weren’t found but they assured me my husband was dead. I still wear the ring just to keep a piece of him with me. It’s not what you think,” I said, trying to explain the complicated situation.

“This is a lot. I have to go,” said Rodney, leaving me in the suite all alone. I felt so wrong for trying to seduce Rodney. He really was a good guy. I thought since he was a guy, he would’ve loved to enjoy some hot sex. But he wasn’t just a regular guy. Rodney was a real man. He had morals and beliefs. Screwing around with a married woman wasn’t it.

The next couple of weeks, Rodney now ignored me. I wanted to apologize the adult way. He was ignoring me and that pissed me off. I had something for him though. Every Tuesday, he took his son to the bounce place inside the Galleria. I packed Majesty a snack and made a trip to the mall. Once I got Majesty a wristband to be inside the bounce house, I searched for Rodney.

“Robbie! Robbie!” screamed Majesty. She took off running to her little friend and I didn’t stop her. Big Rodney was standing in his work clothes eyeing me. He checked to see if I had my ring on and I didn’t.

“Hi,” I said, sitting next to him. “I knew I could find you here.” I held Majesty’s Jordans in my hand that she took off and her Polo jacket.

“I guess I’m predictable,” said Rodney, looking at the kids play. I placed my hand on his leg but he quickly moved it.

“Rodney-,”

“Koì-,”

“Look, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you I was married. Or a widow. Whatever you want to call it,” I said. Shidd, I was confused my damn self.

“No, it’s not what I want to call it. It’s what you are and what’s fact. Koì, I’m sorry about your husband and everything but I thought we were at least friends. I told you about Baby Rodney’s mother dying the night he was born. You never brought up your husband. You never ever mentioned who Majesty’s father was. I didn’t press it either because I thought I was giving you privacy. So when I do question you, you come with this hard to believe story. Koì, you’re married and that’s all I needed to know.” I knew my story was a little far fetch but it was true. My life sounded unbelievable but it’s all true. I live this here life every day, whether y’all believe it or not.

“Here... here’s the article. Stroll to the bottom to see the rest. I’m telling you the truth, Rob. I wouldn’t be doing all this if I didn’t at least care about our friendship.” I handed him my phone. It was the telegraph with the pictures of Ace’s plane being discovered in the Mediterranean Sea. Rodney read the article and handed me back my phone. He had no choice but to believe me.

“I’m sorry Koì,” said Rodney. I knew he was genuinely sorry. We both lost people that meant the world to us. We were able to build a chemistry from that. We were both still hurting but our playdates brought forth healing for both of us. We probably had wounds so deep but that didn’t mean we were dead. Rodney and I were one of a kind. Our wombs were similar and we could relate to one another. We both knew that feeling of heartbreak, feeling lonely at night, and being left.





Chapter 11



Rodney and I started off slow. We didn’t rush into the bedroom or rush to the courthouse. We simply dated. We talked 24/7 and got to really know each other. He didn’t force me into anything. Everything was at our own pace and we did things freely. I loved it. Our kids got to spend even more time together and that was important to me.

Now, everyone else was not happy with Rodney. Momma Dukes even stopped talking to me, along with all of Ace’s sisters. They didn’t come around or answer my calls. Even his sister in prison stopped f*cking with me. Like for real, bitch?

I refused to let Majesty go over Momma Dukes’ house. If you couldn’t answer your phone and you had my child, I simply didn’t allow you to watch Majesty. I needed to be in contact with my daughter. I didn’t play that. I allowed Momma Dukes to come over but she rarely did that. I was so heartbroken by how we ended up. We had grown so close and I called her momma. Now, we didn’t even speak. Kash or Unni had to translate messages for us now. It was that bad. I was taught to respect my elders and especially your mother, so I never argued with Ace’s mother. I simply let her voice her opinion and I did as well. She was just a strong believer in that I was wrong, so I couldn’t stop her. I let her do her and I did mines with my daughter.