My Woman His Wife Saga (Urban Books) by J. Anna

Author:J., Anna [J., Anna]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2015-10-26T16:00:00+00:00

James

The Saga Continues

Since all of this craziness had been going on, I’d been trying my damnedest to keep Jazz happy. Lately, Monica had been on my mind a lot, and I badly wanted to grip her by her damn neck. We had an understanding from the beginning. I would let her have sex with my wife once, and that would cover any charges for three sessions. That was the entire reason for setting up the damn threesome, but come to find out they were getting it on like crazy. Jazz had already told me they were, but it didn’t hit home until I heard it from Monica’s mouth. I’d been looking at Jasmine sideways ever since.

I don’t know what came over me when I hit Monica. I guess I was just so mad I couldn’t help myself. Jazz pissed me off too, asking Monica questions when I had already told her what I wanted her to know. That conversation was supposed to be over, and there she went bringing up old shit. If we were ever going to move past all of this, then we needed to let it the fuck go. Why keep talking about shit we couldn’t change?

Then Jazz jumped on me like I did something wrong—like she was taking Monica’s side. Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t no woman-beater or no shit like that. My father brought me up to have the utmost respect for women, but that bitch was running her mouth and saying shit she had no business speaking out loud. Okay, she was pregnant, but I didn’t hit her in her stomach, did I? Hell, her face wasn’t pregnant.

After that Jazz started acting all funny and shit, and when I called her at work to check on her, Trish said she had already left for the day because she wasn’t feeling well. I called her brother’s house and her cell phone, but no Jazz. She said she went to her brother’s before she got the kids. I guess she got there after I called. I didn’t bother to call and confirm because they were family, and I knew he’d just go with the flow. But something wasn’t right. I could sense it. I had been trying my hardest to remember what that comment was that Monica had mentioned about some personal trainers for Jazz. I didn’t know what that was about because Jazz didn’t have any personal trainers that I knew about, but Monica was trying to hint at something. I don’t know, maybe Jazz is going to the gym and she doesn’t want to tell me. I don’t know.

After I called Jazz at the office that day I drove past Monica’s house. I thought I saw her car parked on Monica’s block, but I knew that it couldn’t have been and I made up my mind to ignore it. And if she was indeed there I’m sure it was for a good reason. She seemed a little uneasy when she came in, but I just let it go.

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