Page 1 of Pieces of Us

Morgan

The Past

My spine curled as the first orgasm hit me.

“Oooh fuck!” I yelled.

Jolts of my climax ran from my toes to my head like strikes of lightning as I gripped the wings of his tatted back and held on to him tightly.

This was wrong, but it felt so right in my moment of weakness.My first love…my soulmate…he was the only man that could bring me this type of pleasure. I always knew he could, and I should have stayed away. However, in my vulnerability, I allowed what used to be to become what is.

“Stay with me,” he whispered in my ear.

The slight desperation in his tone caused my eyes to mist. I pressed my lips to his shoulder and closed my eyes. If my father knew what I was doing in this moment, he’d douse me in holy water.

He wanted me to stay, but I couldn’t. As much as I wanted this life with him, I couldn’t leave my old life until I closed that chapter for good. It felt wrong to want this, but if I was being honest, he was my home…my destiny.

“Say you’ll stay.” He was still rock hard inside of me, rolling his hips slowly, riling me up again. My belly toiled as the tears I tried to suppress rolled down my cheeks.

“I-I can’t.”

His head lifted as he looked into my watery eyes. “You can…You will always be mine, Mo Boogie. I ain’t living without you no more, baby. You belong to me.”

“Hemi!” I called out as his thrusts became quicker.

My heart was crying out to be set free from these conflicting feelings I’ve had since seeing Nehemiah again. I just wanted to love who I wanted and not have to choose. My choice should have been easy.

My marriage had been falling apart long before this very moment of having my first love between my legs, separating me further from my lying, deceitful husband. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t help the longing I had been feeling since seeing his face again.

“Morgan…” he called out as he gripped the headboard, thrusting deeper as he reached his climax, and his seeds spilled into my unprotected womb. Once his racing heart settled, he looked down at me with misty eyes. “Tell that nigga goodbye, and stop playing with me. If you don’t, I will.”

Morgan Prescott-Coleman

Present Day

The auditorium was filled with the parents of Charles H. Wright Academy scholars. The hushed tones of the attendees serenaded the atmosphere as we waited for the showcase to begin. My eyes perused the auditorium, seeing smiling faces and hearing conversations happening amongst them.

Jolie Dupree sat in the row across from me in all of her snooty glam, talking to her husband in a hushed tone. I was sure she was filling him in on the happenings of other people’s lives. The woman lived to gossip. She talked about everyone but kept her shit close to her chest.

But I knew. I knew all about where her husband, Jonathan, had been spending his spare time—at Truth gentlemen’s club. In the VIP might I add. While she was home playing Mrs. Perfect Patty, her husband was getting his lap bounced on in more ways than one. I only knew of this because my husband, Justin, took his clients there to close on a deal.

I looked around once more, trying to locate Justin. He said that he’d be here to see our daughter Megan play her violoncello for the first time. My baby spent countless hours and days learning the art, and she was beautiful at playing it. Tonightwas important to her, so she wanted her parents here to witness her showcase. However, Justin had been moving funny these past few weeks. I tried to overlook it because he was one of the top sports attorneys in the state of Michigan. Nonetheless, he’d promised our child he would be here tonight.

The lights dimmed as the principal took the stage and greeted everyone.

“Good evening, and welcome to CHW Academy’s first annual showcase. Here, we allow our scholars to showcase their talents through dance, poetry, and music. Thank you all for joining us and enjoy the show.”

Applause resounded around the auditorium just as I saw movement in my peripheral—Justin. He’d finally made it in just the nick of time.

“Sorry. Traffic was hectic,” he whispered before planting a kiss on my cheek.

I didn’t bother to reply. Justin Coleman had been on my shit list for the past three weeks. I didn’t know where this sudden change had arisen from, but he had been in the doghouse since the day after our anniversary.

We had spent a beautiful five days in the Philippines. Justin made me feel as if the sun rose and set on me, and I couldn’t have fallen any more in love with him. I got to visit my grandmother, Allegra, and my cousin, Santo, while there. That was truly the highlight of the trip because I missed my Ginny so much.

However, since our return three weeks ago, I had seen less of my husband. The late nights, the secret phone conversations, and the quick sex sessions were becoming dead giveaways that something wasn’t right. I didn’t want to dwell on it because I wanted to look past his shifty ways. I loved Justin. He was the second man I’d ever given my entire being to.

Being a preacher’s kid, I grew up with the knowledge that I had to save myself for marriage. My parents, Maylynn and Gioni Prescott, made sure my sister Drue and I remained pure until we got married.

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