Chapter twelve #2
My wife had filed for divorce and was threatening to expose me for my affairs if I didn’t sign the papers.
My girl had dumped me and had basically played me.
Then there was Tanya, who had the nerve to show up in my office with a belly that looked like she was about to explode. I was in total disbelief.
“What the hell am I gonna do?” I asked out loud as if somebody was gonna answer me.
The next two weeks were going to be really rough if all I was going to be able to do was look at Gianna and not touch her.
I needed to feel her. I needed to hold her.
I had driven over six hours to support and comfort her last weekend and I never got two minutes to feel her in my arms. I should have just stayed home or invited my wife to come with me.
Had I done that, at least I wouldn’t have been in New Orleans by myself. She wouldn’t have been able to drink, but her pussy would have been available for me to relieve myself once I was good and drunk. Instead, I had to go to sleep two damn nights with my dick on hard.
I left the university that afternoon feeling like shit. I didn’t have anyone waiting for me at my house since my wife moved out, and I couldn’t even get Gianna on the phone for her to meet me at my cousin’s place.
Speaking of which, I needed to go over to his house to cut his grass. The following Saturday, I headed over there to do that and there was a ‘For Sale’ sign out front.
“What the fuck!!” I expressed out loud.
My cousin never informed me that he was selling his place. I couldn’t reach him because the only time we spoke was when he called me, so I called the number for the real estate agent listed on the sign.
“This is Courtney Peters,” she said.
“Miss Peters, this is Jonas Alexander. My cousin is Warren Alexander,” I introduced myself.
“Yes, Mr. Alexander, how may I help you?”
“Well, I’m at my cousin’s place and there’s a sign out front that says the property is for sale.”
“I’m sorry. What’s the address?” I gave her the address and she said, “Yes, that’s my listing. How can I help you?”
“Well, I’d like to know why the house is for sale? Who recruited you to sell this house?”
“Mr. Warren hired me to sell his house.”
“When was this?”
“I’m sorry, who did you say you were?” she asked.
“Jonas Alexander. Warren is my cousin and for the last year, I’ve been keeping up with his property since he’s been deployed. I’m not sure why he contacted you before he called me,” I pondered.
“Uhm, I don’t have an answer for that. All I know is that Mr. Warren called me last week and asked me to put the house on the market. Are you interested in buying?”
“What? No! I ain’t trying to buy it. I’m wondering why you have a lock box on the door,” I inquired.
“Well, that’s proper procedure when we list a house for sale.”
“So, does that mean I can’t enter the property anymore?”
“Well, not without me. Once the company has taken possession of the house, the only people allowed to enter are the owner and the real estate agent with perspective buyers.”
“Well, I have some items in the house that I would like to retrieve,” I said.
“Oh, I apologize about that. I’ll have to speak with Mr. Warren concerning any property you may have in the house in order to relinquish it to you.”
“Say what?”
“I was unaware that there was property in the house that belonged to anyone else but Mr. Warren.”
“Yea, but I just told you I have property in that house!”
“And I heard you, Mr. Alexander. But Mr. Warren is my client, so I need to speak with him before I just let you go in to help yourself to any property in that house. I’m only doing my job.”
“Well, your job sucks! I can’t believe my cousin did this shit without letting me know!”
“As I said, that’s something you’ll have to address with Mr. Warren. I’m sorry, but I have another call that I really have to take. I’ll let you know as soon as I have some news about your property,” she said before she hung the phone up in my face.
“Well, ain’t that about a bitch!” I fumed.
This shit was another thing I had to add to the list of bullshit I had been dealing with.
Not that I had a whole lot of property in the house, mainly condoms and a few pieces of clothes in the guestroom, but it was the fact that Warren hadn’t mentioned anything to me.
I would’ve thought he would have said something since I had been keeping up with his yard and bills while he was gone.
I backed out of the driveway and headed back home. When I got home, my wife’s truck was in the garage. I found myself getting a little happy. She hadn’t been here since she left. I hadn’t realized how much I missed having her at home until she decided to move out.
I rushed inside and called out to her. She rounded the corner looking tired. “Hey,” I said with a smile.
“Hey,” she said as she placed her hand on her belly.
“I didn’t know you were coming by today.”
“I didn’t know I needed to let you know. I mean, this is still my home,” she said with an attitude.
“I know you still live here, but you also packed your shit and moved out,” I responded.
“Regardless, this is my home, Jonas.”
“So, are you moving back in? Does that mean you’re calling off the divorce?”
“No, it just means I’m moving back in.”
“I don’t understand. How are we supposed to live in the same house if we’re getting a divorce?” I asked.
“Well, that’s the thing. I went to see my lawyer today and she said that since I’m pregnant, you should leave the house,” Cheryl said.
I busted out laughing because I thought for sure this was a joke. Surely, she wasn’t serious. She wanted me to leave the house that I was paying the mortgage on. Where the hell did her and her lawyer come up with this shit?
“You’re kidding right?” I asked after my laughter subsided a little.
“No, I’m not. Since I’m the one with the baby inside me, my lawyer said it makes more sense for me and the baby to continue living in the house. She said it’s much easier for you to find an apartment for just you,” she explained.
“What kind of shit is that? I’m paying the mortgage on this place!”
“I know that, but I help with the bills, so this house is as much mine as it is yours!”
“So, if you know the house is mine too, why you trying to put me out? You can’t put me out!” I argued.
“I’m not putting you out. I just said that my lawyer said if one of us has to leave, it will be easier if that person is you.”
“Well, why I gotta go? This is my house!”
“This is OUR house!” she corrected.
“Look Cheryl, if you wanna give this marriage another shot, I’m cool with it. I have to admit that I missed you while you were gone,” I said as I made a move to embrace my wife.
However, she wasn’t feeling it. She quickly put her hand out against my chest to stop me. “Uh uh buddy. You don’t get to do that.”
“Okay, cool. I see you ain’t ready for all that yet. But just because you don’t wanna work on our marriage doesn’t mean I’m leaving this house because I’m not,” I said.
“You sure about that?” Cheryl asked with a smug smile.
“Very sure.”
“Okay, well, just so you know I packed your things and moved them into the guestroom. You’re right when you say I can’t make you leave, so stay but we won’t be sleeping in the same bed,” she said.
“Shit, that’s fine with me,” I said.
“I bet it is. It ain’t like you ain’t got one of your students on speed dial anyway. Just call the little tramp I saw outside your office today. I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to fulfill your needs,” she said as she giggled.
“I told you to stop saying that shit. I ain’t fucked a student since I married you,” I lied.
“Boy bye! You must think I’m a fool if you think I believe that! I already know the signs, Jonas. And I’ll tell you something else,” she whispered as she smiled evilly. “I got proof.”
“HA! What proof?” I asked nervously.
“Don’t you worry about it, husband. You will find out soon enough. Just know that I wouldn’t claim infidelity on those divorce papers if I wasn’t absolutely sure and could prove it. Trust me, I got everything I need to get everything I’m requesting in our divorce settlement.”
After she said that, she turned and walked away.
She left me standing there feeling like shit.
I was pissed that she moved my shit out of the master bedroom though, but I wasn’t going to argue with her.
At almost six months pregnant, the last thing I wanted was for her to lose the baby.
I headed to the guest bedroom and sure enough, all my things were in there. This was crazy as fuck!
She wanted to stay in the same house with me but didn’t want us to share a room. It was cool because I wasn’t interested in sleeping with Cheryl anyway. The one I wanted was Gianna, but she was acting all brand- new and shit!
I wasn’t sure who the dude in New Orleans was but that muthafucka had definitely corrupted her mind with his penis. Why the fuck had she even slept with him? I gave her all the dick she could ever want!
Sitting in my new room, I pulled my phone out and called Gianna. No answer. I called again. No answer. I sent her a text message. No response.
Why the hell was this bitch playing with my damn nerves?