Read Single Ladies 7 & 8: " That's What Friends Are For" Online
Authors: Blake Karrington
Single Ladies 7 & 8: " That's What Friends Are For" (16 page)
Greg’s cell phone rang, bringing him out of his reverie. “Hello.”
“Wassup, sucka for love? You ain’t hurt nobody yet, have you?”
“Go to hell, Mike.” Greg said between chuckles. Mike had been his best friend since elementary school.
“Hell, don’t shoot the messenger. Shoot that clown that’s probably dicking your wife down as we speak. Ok, let me stop. I just called to check on you. Although I don’t approve of this monkey shit you let Sabrina talk you into, you are still my boy, and I wanted you to know that I have your back.”
“Thanks, man. I really needed to hear that. To be honest, you hit the nail on the head. I’m out on the deck, while my wife is inside having her back blown out. I can’t believe this is my life.”
“Well, what did you think was going to happen? You walked her down the aisle and handed her over to the next dude. Now, you’re on a honeymoon for three like
Big Love
in reverse. You thought she was marrying him to hold hands or something?”
“I know, I know. I signed up for this, so I have to eat it. But damn, I never imagined it would be like this. Actually, I didn’t think about the aftermath, because I never expected her to take it this far. It is seriously messing with my head, and I’m not sure how long I’m going to be able to stand it.”
“Yeah, man. You should’ve thought this out before you agreed. I tried to tell you to just divorce her hot ass and let her do her thing, but you wouldn’t listen. That chick has had your balls in a sling since we were in high school. I never understood why. I mean… she’s alright, but you turned down all kinds of platinum snatch to be faithful to her. Keeping it real, it pisses me off that she is playing you like this after all you’ve done for her.”
“Hold on, now. I wouldn’t say she is playing me. I think she really just got caught up. You have to give her credit for at least being honest.”
“Do you hear yourself, man? This young buck is about to live in your house, use your electricity, eat your food, watch your cable, and FUCK YOUR WIFE, all on your dime! He doesn’t have two dimes to rub together himself, so you are about to finance your wife’s live in side piece. What do you call him, your husband in law or step-husband? Where they do that at? Hell, that b—”
“That’s my wife, Mike…”
“My bad, bro. I apologize. Look, man, I’m not trying to give you a hard time. That’s not why I called.”
“No doubt, it’s all love. I know where you’re coming from, and if the shoe was on the other foot, I’m sure I would be at your neck too. But listen, I gotta go. I’m going to walk on the beach and try to clear my head. I’ll call you when I get back to the Chi next week.”
“OK, bro. Hold your head.”
“Peace.”
Greg downed the rest of his drink and made another. As he walked away from the house, he heard Shemar yell, “Ride this dick, baby! Ooh shit, I’m about to cum.”
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