Free Scandalicious by Allison Hobbs Page A

and then, she doled out pity pussy. Lincoln cringed while recalling the occasions when he’d accepted pussy that was not given freely. Pussy that he was entitled to was reluctantly given with a frown and a long sigh of aggravation, as if Lincoln were a beggar or a hopeless charity case.
    Bitter memories reinforced his animosity. “I’m leaving you, Chevonne.” His hostile voice cut through the silence inside the bedroom. “I’m looking for an apartment.”
    Chevonne exhaled audibly. Before responding, she grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV. “I don’t want the children to overhear us,” she explained, in a hushed tone of voice.
    Lincoln gave a snickering sound of sarcastic laughter. “You seemed to be an expert at keeping up a façade, but do you actually believe that the volume from the TV will disguise the dissension in our household?”
    “I’m trying to protect Amir and Tori. They don’t need to hear every detail of our marital problems.”
    Lincoln nodded, seemingly with understanding. Then he threw an unexpected, low blow. “Yeah, I can understand why you wouldn’t want the kids to know that their mother is a slut.”
    “Sarcasm, name-calling, sulking. It’s all so immature…and vicious.” Chevonne shook her head pityingly, as if Lincoln’s resentment was uncalled for.
    “I’m not the spouse that cheated, and quite frankly, I didn’t know that there were rules of etiquette in this situation. But since you’re the one that was raised in a well-to-do family, why don’t you school me? What’s the proper code of behavior? What the hell is a civilized man supposed to do when he discovers that his wife is a whoring-ass bitch?”
    “Is this name calling necessary? Can’t you behave like a mature adult? What’s done is done. All we can do is move forward now.”
    Lincoln gawked at her. “Move forward? Are you serious? Every time I look at you, I see a random dick sliding between your lips.” He glared at her while his hateful words sank in. “Did you swallow, baby? Did you guzzle down that muthafucka’s cum?”
    Tears formed in Chevonne’s eyes. Her distress gave Lincoln a small degree of satisfaction.
    Chevonne wiped her eyes. “I was going to try to convince you to stay, but maybe a trial separation is a good idea. How can I fight to hold our family together with you constantly making snide comments? Go ahead and leave. Do whatever you want to do. I have to worry about our children—make sure that they’re being raised in a healthy environment.”
    Eyes wide with incredulity, Lincoln pointed at his wife. “You destroyed our family. You poisoned this environment when you made the decision to drop your drawers for that muthafucka. Blame your cum-hungry pussy and your knob-slobbering lips, but don’t try to blame me for destroying our family.”
    “Must you be so crude?”
    “Tit for a tat. Your slut-bucket activities weren’t exactly ladylike, you know.”
    She winced. “I’m sorry, Lincoln. You can’t imagine how truly sorry I am. But how long do you think I’m going to tolerate your verbal attacks?” Chevonne said tearfully. “If this is the only way that you can communicate, then you need to go. I’ll help you pack.”
    “Don’t turn the tables on me. I’m not the bad guy. I’m the one who was duped. I thought I was married to a wholesome woman—a refined lady—with morals and family values. But I was hoodwinked. You’re really no different than a two-dollar whore.”
    “I never presented myself as anything other than a human being.Educated? Yes. From a respected family? Yes. But you’re the one that put me on a pedestal. And now you’re trying to chip away at it—trying to tear me down.”
    Being from the ’hood, Lincoln had to claw and scratch for everything he’d gotten. Basketball was his ticket to college and his intelligence led him to what had started out as a promising and lucrative career. A classy chick like Chevonne would have never been within his