2. Chiara “Chi （Key）” Hastings
Chiara “Chi (Key)” Hastings
It was another day that I’ve been home alone, and Gabe was on the road…
again. He says he’s working to secure our future, but does that have to mean neglecting me in the process?
I’m his wife and I should come first. I mean, I get he has to work, but that shouldn’t take away from our marriage.
He insisted that I be a stay-at-home wife, so my sole income is based off of his.
I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but I would like to have some time with my husband to enjoy our marriage.
We’ve been married for three years and sometimes it feels like I’m married to a stranger.
It hasn’t always been like this, though.
Things didn’t really change until earlier this year.
I don’t know what made things change, but I’m ready for them to go back to normal.
“So, you think he’s cheating on you?” My sister Chiquita asked. I was currently on the phone with her, having another one of my rants about Gabe. I hate to admit but these are becoming way too frequent, but she never complains. She just listens to me do it.
“I can’t honestly say. He’s on the road sometimes for weeks at a time. We may have video sex, but I know he wants the real thing. Hell, I want the real thing.”
“I think y’all need to take a trip so that you can decompress and get back on track. You both need it. Doesn’t he come home today?”
“He does,” I confirmed.
“Well, I say take your ass in there and cook your husband a bomb ass dinner. Light some candles, and put on your sluttiest outfit. Feed him, then fuck him. It doesn’t have to be in that order, but it needs to be done.
After you’ve filled his belly and snatched his soul.
Suggest the trip. You know men agree to anything after they bust a good nut.
” We shared a laugh because it was all facts.
I got Gabe to agree to building me my dream house after I had his dick down my throat.
I haven’t gotten the house yet, so that would be a reason I was skeptical about trying again.
I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try, though.
I mean, it still guaranteed me sex with my husband and that was always a plus.
“I think I’ll give that a try. I still have a few hours before he’s due home. I’ll go run to the grocery store real quick and come back and get everything set for tonight. Thanks for listening to me complain for the millionth time without judging me.”
“No problem, sis. That’s what I’m here for.
” We hung up with each other and I went back upstairs to put on something more presentable to go outside in.
My current attire of booty cut spandex shorts and a tank top wasn’t going to work.
I may have been in my feelings, but I wasn’t stupid.
If Gabe caught wind of me going outside like this, he wouldn’t hesitate to knock my head between the washer and dryer. I wouldn’t blame him either.
Going into my closet, I found a cute burgundy sweatsuit that I ordered from SHEIN and slipped it on. It was early October in New Grove and today fall decided to show up. After slipping my feet into a pair of burgundy and white Dunks, I redid my locs into a bun and was ready to go.
“Where the hell is my purse?” I said aloud.
Noticing it wasn’t in the room, I went back downstairs and found it in the kitchen.
Grabbing it and my keys, I headed out the door of our townhouse and into my new champagne colored 2023 Audi a6.
It was a gift from Gabe last month for my birthday.
I know some people may think that I’m ungrateful, but I would rather have more time with my husband any day over the gifts.
Yeah, he brought me a car on my birthday, but he had loads scheduled that whole week and we didn’t actually celebrate until a week later.
He had the car delivered on my actual birthday, but it wasn’t the same sharing my reaction over a FaceTime call.
These were the things that I couldn’t seem to get through to him.
On the drive to the store, I trekked down memory lane back to when Gabe and I first met.
It had to be the hottest day in hell, and my car decided to break down.
Good thing I was close enough to a gas station.
I was about to call my father to come and pick me up and have my car towed to his shop, but Gabe walked up to me and offered to help me before I had the chance.
“You know what you’re looking at?” I heard a deep voice come from behind me and immediately turned around to see who it was.
When I did, my words got stuck inside of my throat.
It was a good thing they did, because this man was fine as all hell, and I was getting ready to curse him the hell out.
He stood every bit of six feet. Maybe a few inches taller.
His smooth caramel skin was littered with tattoos, giving off a bad boy persona that I had a weakness for.
His hair was in one of those cuts where the guys used those sponges to maintain it.
He didn’t have much facial hair, but that was fine.
He didn’t need it. Instead of spewing the smart comeback that was on the tip of my tongue, I refrained, deciding on a lighter approach.
“Uh…not really. It’s been running hot lately, so I was looking for a place to put some coolant. My father showed me, but all these damn knobs look the same,” I replied.
“You mind if I take a look at it for you?” He offered.
“Uh…sure.” I stepped to the side and watched as he looked underneath the hood.
I knew I shouldn’t have been lusting after this stranger, but I couldn’t help it.
The way his muscles were flexing underneath his white t-shirt should’ve been a crime.
I was so lost in this man that when he starting speaking again, it startled me.
“It looks like you have a minor leak. That’s an easy fix. I’ll go inside and get some coolant for the time being. That should help you follow me to the auto parts store, where I can get some sealant to patch that up for you.”
“You don’t have to do that. I can just call my dad,” I mentioned.
“Don’t worry about all of that. It’ll be my good deed for the day.
Besides, I couldn’t resist helping a damsel in distress.
Especially one as fine as you.” He flashed his perfect smile, and I melted instantly.
Nodding ‘okay’, he swaggered into the store and purchased that high ass coolant before coming back outside with it in tow.
Before stopping at my car, he went to his truck and retrieved a towel out of the back before he came back over.
I watched intensely as he leaned over my hood and used the towel to unscrew what I naturally assumed was the right place for the coolant to go.
After pouring a generous amount in, he tightened the cap back and put the hood down.
“That should get you to the auto part store. The nearest one is about ten minutes from here. Follow me and I’ll take care of the rest.”
That was the five years ago and the beginning of our forever.
We dated for two years and during that time; I learned that he’d just gotten out of prison a year prior and starting working with his father and brother at his father’s transportation company.
Around our third year, we got married and he and his brother, Gary, opened their own company.
That’s where all of his time went. He took excellent care of me, but I guess the woman in me yearns for more.
Shaking the negative thoughts out of my head, I got to the store and purchased everything I needed to make Gabe’s favorite meal.
Honey-glazed lamb chops, with homemade garlic mashed potatoes, garlic roasted green beans and honey biscuits.
I knew he would appreciate it after eating fast food for the last three weeks.
I made a quick stop on the wine aisle and got my favorite bottle of Stella Rosa.
Gabe always kept a stash of Remy at the house, so I would chill a bottle of that for him.
Once I checked out, I headed straight home to straighten up the house and get ready for tonight. Gabe already informed me he would be home around seven, so it was now five-thirty, leaving me just the right amount of time to soak in a nice bath before getting ready for our night.
It was exactly seven-fifteen when I heard the front door open. I had just finished setting up the dining room table when I heard him call my name.
“Snook,” his deep tenor called out. Instead of responding, I hopped on the island and waited for him to come and find me. I knew the scent of cooked food would lead him straight to me. When he came into view, his mouth hung open and he dropped the bag that he was holding.
“Damn,” he mumbled, admiring the burgundy two-piece lingerie set that I had on. I even went the extra mile and put on the garters and fish nets with a pair of black stilettos.
“Welcome home, Daddy,” I purred, motioning for him to come to me.
As soon as he was within my reach, he grabbed the front of my neck and kissed me roughly, yet passionately. The seat of my panties instantly soaked, but I wanted him to eat first.
“Come, take a shower with me,” he insisted, picking me up.
“No,” I whined, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. “It’ll ruin it. I want us to eat first. You go ahead. I’ll be right here.” Grabbing his crotch, he squinted my way before conceding.
“Give me fifteen minutes.” He kissed my lips once more before he hauled it upstairs for his shower. While he did that, I took the opportunity to text Quita.
Me: Operation Save My Marriage is in full effect.
I wasn’t expecting her to text right back, but she did.
Quita: Well why are you txtn me?
Me: He’s in the shower…I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.
Quita: K.