Turned Out By A Boss(14)

“Shit happens,” He replied with a shrug.

Denim looked in his face to make sure she wasn’t going crazy. Seeing how serious he was, she began to question her own sanity. How could she want someone who doesn't even have respect for his wife? The person he vowed to love and cherish forever.

At that moment, Denim knew she would never nag Rico about a relationship again. If he didn't respect his wife and home enough to do his dirt away from it, then there was no way he'd respect her enough to stay faithfully committed to her. After all, if he couldn’t do it for the woman he stood before God with, who the hell was she and what would be so different.

Denim couldn't bring herself to sit in Deena’s face and smile after she'd just f*cked her husband in her bed. So instead, she decided to head home. Deena’s older sister Daena was outside smoking a cigarette as Denim was heading to her car.

“Bitches like you disgust me,” Daena said loud enough for Denim to hear her as she walked by.

“What?”

“It's young bitches like you who disgust me.” Daena sneered.

Denim stopped walking and turned around. “Excuse me. Look I don't even know you so what's the problem?”

“You're excused. The fact that my sister is sitting in there thinking you're her friend irks me. How could you disrespect her in her house?”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Denim said refusing to let Daena know she was exactly right with her assumptions.

Daena chuckled as she flicked her cigarette and walked closer to Denim. “It's sad that you think I don't know you f*cking Rico. It doesn't take twenty minutes to piss not to mention he jumped his half breed ass up two minutes before you and y’all came down together,” she explained. “It's bitches like you who make it hard for a real woman like me,” She said shaking her head looking at Denim as if she disgusted her.

Denim laughed waving her off. “Girl bye what you think you know is totally wrong and the next time you go around assuming have facts. Talking about bitches like me making it hard for a woman like you. Bitch if your uptight ass will relax and mind your own damn business I'm sure you'd have a man.”

Rico

As Rico laid in his bed with Deena wrapped in his arms, he couldn't help but to feel guilty about what had taken place between him and Denim only hours earlier. On the very sheets, he and his wife laid cuddled up on.

“Why are you still up?” Deena asked him as she turned to snuggle closer to him.

“Just thinking.”

Rico knew he was f*cked up for cheating on his wife but he also felt as though he wouldn't have to go against his vows if Deena did what she was supposed to do as his wife when it came down to his wants and needs. Getting up he headed downstairs to the kitchen as his phone rung, he checked his pockets searching.

Looking at the phone seeing it was none other than Sarai calling. "Hello.” Rico sighed.

“I miss you.” She purred in the phone. In an attempt to be sexy but all it was doing was aggravating Rico even more than he already was.

“Don't call my phone with this shit. What you want?” he snapped.

Sarai sniffled. “Why are you treating me like this?”

“Bye Sarai,” Rico said hanging up with no emotion.

Grabbing a beer out of the refrigerator he leaned against the counter running his hands over his face. Watching his father for years, Rico always said that would be him but never did he think juggling all these women would be such a stressful job.

“It must make you feel like the man to have all these females at your feet.”

Rico rolled his eyes before turning around facing Daena.

"What?”

“How can you live with yourself knowing that you do my sister so wrong?”

“Daena you don't wanna go there with me.” Rico threatened.

Laughing Daena walked closer trying to taunt Rico not knowing all she was doing was pissing him off with her nosiness and the smell of them nasty ass cigarettes that were left on her breath.

“And what if I do?” She said now chest to chest with him. “I don't understand how you can disrespect Deena the way you do then turn around and say you love her. You, Ricardo Gonzalez, are a piece of work.” He spoke through gritted teeth.

“The same way you're able to disrespect her by sitting in her face knowing that you want to f*ck me.”

A shocked look spread across her face but she quickly changed it to anger. Too bad Rico had already caught it. “I wouldn't f*ck you with somebody else's coochie,” she spat. causing Rico to laugh.

Pushing her to the wall Rico wrapped his hand around her neck gripping it but not too tight to where he was hurting her. Looking into her eyes, he saw the lust as he kissed her lips. Reaching for her pajama pants Rico slipped his hand in sliding her thong to the side and shoving two fingers inside of her making her squeal in surprise.

“You wouldn't need somebody else's coochie to f*ck me considering how wet yours already is.” he smirked.

“I swear I hate you.” she seethed.

He watched as the tears came to her eyes before he kissed her lips once more removing his fingers. Heading to the sink, he washed his hand and headed out the kitchen but not before saying.

“Nah ma you love me. That's the problem.”