Page 21 of Dream Cum True
“I’m not sure. I’m not connected to her on any social media.”
“Are you moving to Chicago to get away from your most recent ex?”
“Partially, but mostly, I wanted to shoot my shot with you.”
His words gave me pause. I didn’t know what to say in response, so I ignored them.
“Did she get arrested for what she did?”
“Not yet, but she was brought in for questioning. I guess all the evidence is circumstantial right now. They’re still investigating, and it’s harder to prove than I thought. She’s a tech guru and covered her tracks well. My attorney is building a case but wants to cover all bases before pressing charges.”
“Wow. That’s a lot to deal with. Your ex clearly has mental health issues. I’m sorry you’re going through all that.”
“I appreciate that, baby. I’m good though. The worst is over. I got my house back in order and put it on the market. It sold in less than a month. I also got a nice severance package from my previous employer.”
“I’m glad things are working out in your favor.”
“If things work in my favor as far as you’re concerned, I wouldn’t have a single thing to complain about.”
I should’ve known he’d bring the conversation back around to us, but I managed to avoid talking about us by talking about myself.
“I come from a two-parent home as well. I have an older brother, but we haven’t been on good terms since shortly before my divorce. I attended the University of Chicago, but I didn’t graduate. Although we get along, I’m not very close to my parents. I used to exercise a lot, but I kinda fell off during my divorce and haven’t found the energy to start back up. I mean, I’ve always been a thick girl, and I love my curves?—”
“Shit! Me too.”
I blushed. “Thank you, but I was in better shape than I am today. I’m a medical billing code specialist, and I transitioned to working from home after having my oldest daughter. Umm, that’s all I can think of.”
“Why aren’t you and your parents close?”
I shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. We’re not distant, but we’re not close, if that makes sense. It’s hard to explain.”
“What about your brother? Why aren’t y’all on good terms?”
“He knew my ex was a lying, cheating, trash-ass nigga, and didn’t tell me. I later found out he didn’t tell me because they are cut from the same cloth. I told my sister-in-law about my brother’s extracurricular activities, and she did her own investigation. When she divorced his ass, instead of holding himself accountable, he blamed me.”
“Damn. I’m sure that’s been tough.”
“It has been, but at the end of the day, I’m a woman first. I felt obligated to tell her. I wasn’t sure what she would do with the information, but she deserved to know.”
“She absolutely did, but was it worth losing your relationship with your brother?”
I thought about that often and always came to the same conclusion.
“Hell yeah. I’ve forgiven him for not telling me about my ex, so the ball is in his court.”
“I’ll never understand why people cheat. I’d rather end the relationship than cheat.”
“Same. When I found out Cairo was cheating, he didn’t think I’d leave. Mona, Clinton’s wife, was married to one of Cairo’s best friends, Winston. He cheated on her for years, and she was well aware, but it took her years to leave him. Mona had her reasons for staying I guess, but Cairo thought I would do the same.”
“I’m glad you left because had you not, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to experience the best pussy I’ve ever had.”
“You ain’t gotta lie. If you want some, you ain’t gotta do much to get it at this point.”
He grabbed a handful of my hair and gently pulled my head back, forcing me to look at him.
“Why do you think I’m lying?” he questioned.
“That’s the lie every man uses with every woman he has sex with.”
