Wifey to a Real One

Prologue

Gianna Martinez

As I looked over at my sleeping husband, I thought about how lucky I was to be his wife. We had gone through a lot to get where we were right now. I was about to slip out of bed when he pulled me back in.

“Where are you going?” he asked as he rubbed my belly.

“I was about to go start on breakfast,” I said.

“Why don’t we order Denny’s or something?”

“So, you don’t want me to cook?” I asked.

“I could think of something else I’d rather be eating,” he said as he kissed me.

As his kisses traveled from my lips to my neck and down to my most treasured area, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling that was about to envelope me. As the good feelings my husband’s tongue was inflicting on my kitty took over, my body began to quiver.

“Oh my God!”

As my husband’s tongue continued to slaughter my purring kitty, I began to grind on his face. Several minutes later, I erupted in his mouth. Then he came up and inserted his dick inside me. I gasped for air as he plowed into me over and over again. My husband never failed to satisfy me.

I knew from the first time we did it that he was the one for me. Finding love hadn’t been easy for me, but now that I had found a real one, I was never letting go.

Two years prior…

“I’m tired of going through this shit with you Logan! If you wanna be with this bitch, that bitch and the other bitch, leave me alone!” I cried.

“Now, you know I can’t leave you alone Gigi. I love you.”

“You love me so much that you can’t keep it in your pants, huh? That’s how much you love me!”

“Baby, now you know I don’t be meaning to fuck over you. It’s not even my fault! It’s the bitches keep throwing it at me,” he argued.

“So, it’s the hoe’s fault that you cheat?”

“Basically,” he said with a smirk like the shit was funny.

We had gone through this same scenario time and time again. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I was tired coming in second to other hoes. If I couldn’t be Logan’s only, I didn’t want to be any.

“I can’t do it no more Logan. I refuse to continue…”

“Look, don’t make any rash decision.” He walked over to me and held me tightly as tears spilled from my eyes. “I have something to do right now, but I’ll be back later on for some make up sex. You know how we do.”

“It’s over Logan,” I said.

“What? Nah, it ain’t over. We love each other.”

“Love ain’t enough,” I said.

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours. We can talk about it then,” he said as he kissed me.

“Ain’t nothing to talk about,” I mumbled. “When you get back, I won’t be here.”

He didn’t respond as he walked out. I turned around and went back to his bedroom.

I was at Logan’s apartment, home from college for the summer.

I thought about packing my stuff and leaving, but I couldn’t do it.

I loved that man even when he did me dirty.

I climbed back in bed deep within the covers, grabbed the teddy bear that Logan had given me for Valentine’s Day and held it close.

It smelled just like his cologne, and it comforted me until I fell asleep.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I had no idea what time it was or who was banging on my door, but it sounded like the police. Why would the police be banging on my damn door in the middle of the night? I rubbed my eyes as the banging persisted. It seemed to get louder and louder.

“I’M COMING!!” I hollered as I continued to walk toward the door. I finally pulled the door back and it wasn’t the police. It was Logan’s sister Noelle, and she was in tears and covered in blood. “OH MY GOD NOELLE!! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!!”

I practically dragged her in the apartment trying to check her to make sure she was okay. “HE’S DEAD!!” she cried.

“What?! Who’s dead?!” I asked.

“LOGAN!! LOGAN’S DEAD!!” she yelled before she fell into my arms.

What the hell was she talking about? Logan wasn’t dead! I just saw him! I just had a conversation with him about breaking up with him! How could he be dead?

“Where is he?” I asked. “I gotta see him!”

“They took him away! My brother is DEAD GIGI!!”

She collapsed against me again and was crying like crazy. I wasn’t going to cry because I didn’t believe her. Logan wasn’t dead! He said he was going somewhere and would be back later. Even though his sister was standing here crying with blood all over her, that didn’t mean it was Logan’s.

The next thing I saw was myself walking towards a casket. There was someone lying in it but I couldn’t see who it was because I was too far. The closer I got, the clearer the face became. It was Logan in that casket. I threw myself on top of his body and screamed.