I Choose You 3 : The Matrimony by Johnson Diamond

Author:Johnson, Diamond [Johnson, Diamond]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Sullivan Productions | Leo Sullivan Presents
Published: 2015-08-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11: Otis

I was in the shower, getting ready to head to K.O.D tonight with my niggas. I wanted to enjoy myself tonight, because this last month has been crazy. Coming home every day to my wife laying in the bed was starting to drive a nigga insane, and you already know she wasn’t givin a nigga any pussy, so that made shit even worse. I’m not even gon’ lie, a few weeks ago I went over to Akira’s house to pick up Tamia, and those lil shorts that Kira was wearing around the house had my ass contemplating on giving her a few rounds, Thank God that I chose to think with my bigger head that day though, and just got my daughter and got my ass the fuck out of there before I did some shit that would fuck up my relationship later on down the road.

I got out the shower and wrapped the towel around my waist, and when I opened the bathroom door my wife was sitting there on the bed looking bad as fuck The way she crossed her legs on the bed, I could see that lil ass waist and her hips spreading as she sat there waiting on me. She was so sexy, even when she wasn’t trying to be. I was still mad as hell at her ass for leaving out the house earlier, not even telling a nigga where she went.

“I see you decided to bring your ass home,” I said, walking over to my dresser to take me out a pair of my polo boxers.

“Where you about to go?” she asked, ignoring my statement.

“Did you tell me where you were going when you left out earlier?” I asked her.

“No because I was mad,” her stubborn ass said, standing up and walking over to where I stood.

“Yeah okay, well I’m about to head to the club with my niggas and them,” I told her, moving her out my way so that I could get to my clothes that I had laid out on the bed.

“Well, I wanna go too,” she said, walking over to the closet to find her something to wear. Just as quick as that thought came to her mind, I quickly dismissed it. Any other night I would have let her go with me, but I wanted to get drunk and high tonight, and I didn’t need her ass in the way fucking up my vibe.

“No you not! You about to stay your ass right here in this house,” I told her.

“Why I can’t go? You going over to the club where you’re stripping ass baby mama work? You trying to go over there and fuck that bitch, that’s why I can’t go?” she accused, getting all in my face.

“Man Tisha, gone on with that,” I said, pushing her down on the bed.

“Well, why I can’t go then?” she asked, pouting her lips and looking just like our daughter when she got mad.

“Cuz I said so, that’s why,” I told her.

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