Georgia was sitting at the dining table, across from Ed the morning after. On the table was her wallet, the cordless phone and her purse.

Stupid prick. He sits there like nothing has changed.

Everything has changed. Nothing is the same.

The silence fell on their ears and they didn’t know what to do or how to deal with it.

Ed was thinking about Princess.

I wonder what she ate for breakfast. Is she happy? What is she wearing? I want to buy her roses. I want to massage her feet.

I want to taste her sweet pussy and make her titties chameleons to what I feel inside.

He wanted her slithering all over his chiseled body, riding his dick. He wanted to make her come day in and day out.

He wanted to wax on and wax off the pussy, but how could he? She was avoiding him.

She refused to talk to him. She didn’t take his phone calls.

She ducked and dodged him when he went over to her father’s house. Didn’t she love him as much as he loved her?

What are you thinking? Georgia wondered, sipping some water. Her throat was parched and her heart with it.

Or do I already know. You’re thinking about my best friend. My best girl. Princess. The woman who fucked my husband.

She was supposed to be my girl. My ace. Which is why I should have never trusted a bitch around my always-hard husband?

He couldn’t go throughout the day without whacking off to porno tapes. If I heard Janet Jacme moaning one more time, “Put it in my ass, Niggah,” I will freaking scream!

“Baby.” He spooned rice and beans into his mouth, careful not to drop food on his white pants.

Her brows rose.

I’m not your baby. And I don’t want to have your baby anymore.

“Yes, Ed?”

He gave her a heartwarming smile. It did nothing for her. “You haven’t said anything since we’ve been sitting here.”

Want to talk about business? Hmm, ok. Stock is up three points in Princess’s pussy. “Is there something you want to talk about?”

He wiped his lips with a napkin. “Yes. Us. You. What’s going on with you?”

You fucked Princess in my home! That’s what’s going onwith me and both of you looked me in the fucking face and lied about it! Prick

“I’m fine, Ed.”

“I’m fine, Ed,” he mocked. “Since when did you call me Ed? You always call me baby.”

Bitch, fuck you! “Not tonight.” She toyed with her food, her head hanging low.

“Baby. Something is wrong.”

Her head snapped up. “Ed. Please. Just drop it, ok? It’s not that big of a deal and I really don’t feel like dealing with it or talking about it.”

“I’m your husband."

He remembers! Gee golly wow! “Oh, you remember.”

He slammed the fork on the table and the table shook..