Free His Work Wife by Sapphire James Page A

right then at that moment, I didn’t believe Keisha would do something so dirty. I was just going to have to figure this out another time.
                  “Okay, Keisha, I believe you,” I grinned. “I’m sorry I jumped down your throat without talking to you first.”
                  With me managing to upset Keisha, I leaned in to give her a friendly hug so that she would know we were still cool.
                  “So have you spoken to her?” I asked
                  She sucked her teeth as if to say, nigga, you know I spoke to her. “Yeah, I talked with her briefly. She’s still really upset about the baby.”
                  “Yeah, I know,” I sighed heavily. “She won’t talk to me.”
                  “Well, go over there and make her talk to you!” she demanded. “If you go over there she won’t have a choice. You have a key to her house, right?”
                  Keisha was right. Why was I waiting like a damn fool for her to answer my calls? I had a key! I could go over there whenever I damn well felt like it. I normally didn’t pop up over there because of her kids, but by the time I make it over there, they would be sleep.
                  It was on one-thirty in the morning. Slowly unlocking the door, I walked in and removed my work boots at the bottom of the stairwell. I flipped the light switch on so I wouldn’t catch her off guard. However, Kadeema met me at the top of the stairs.
                  “What are you doing here?” she asked.
                  She was very calm, almost as if she knew I would be coming over. I bet Keisha’s ass tipped her off. Whatever the case was, I had driven an hour to get there and I wasn’t leaving.
                  “Baby, I know you’re mad at me right now, but not coming to work and not answering my calls, you had me worried. I needed to know you were okay.”
                  Her stare pierced through me like an arrow as she turned her back to me to walk away. Once inside of her bedroom, I noticed used Kleenex scattered on her floor. She’d been crying and it was because of me. Her eyes were bloodshot red, along with her nose. Apparently, she had been crying all weekend. My guilt consumed me. Not only was I hurting the one woman that held my heart, but I was hurting another who just wanted desperately to be loved.
                  “Don’t you dare call me baby! Save that shit for Presley!” she roared. “I mean after all, she’s the one having a baby, right?”
                  “I know,” I sighed, rubbing my hair. “But what do you want me to do? She’s my wife. You can’t be mad at me because I got my wife pregnant. Does it really make sense to you that my wife, whom you knew about, is now pregnant?”
                  Damn! What did I say that for? Kadeema jumped out of that bed like she was about to grab a gun or something! For a brief second, I was worried. She stood in front of me with fire in her eyes. Yep, I had just fucked up. Even if I did think she was stupid for feeling some type of way, I didn’t have to tell her that. I should have just kept my damn mouth closed!
                  “The hell do you mean does that make sense?! I’m upset because you’ve been swearing up and down that you no longer sleep with her! I’m upset because I’ve been fucking you for six damn months and your wife is three months pregnant! And the only reason you told me is because you feared I would see her at the picnic! Ain’t that right, Tyrone?”
                  Kadeema was right. Hell, there was no need for me to tell her before now. I mean what for? I’ve been getting free ass damn near every day after work, and sometimes at work. So, I wasn’t about to mess that up. She can be mad about it, but I did the right thing.