Samuel inhaled; thankful Chandra didn’t get to Francine. He was ecstatic that maybe she’d overdose and be rid of her all together.

Maybe the baby would die with her...

He wanted to control who and what came around his wife. Give her a false security; make her think it’s all about her.

But in all actuality, he wore the briefs and the fucking pants. He built his fortune from the ground up.

He’d be damned if a woman compromised it all.

He was like Tru TV.

Not reality.

Actuality!

Prado was in the bathroom, torn inside. When he heard the music playing his heart shattered into a million pieces.

Never to be put back together again.

He never cried over anything, let alone a bitch. Jay Z said he had 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one. Prado used to say the same exact shit. Now a woman was a problem, a woman that was his habit.

Licking his lips, he savored the faint taste and smell of Francine’s pussy. When the marriage was final he’d never wash his lips again.

If he died right now he’d be the happiest man alive.

He had the opportunity to make her come on his tongue. He was blessed to feel her warmth...

He loved breathing her and touching her on her wedding day, when she was about to give herself to his brother.

He loved Francine with all his heart and to lose her to Samuel killed him inside.

He could still remember what she wore when he first laid eyes on her. His brother was in school, and he brought Francine to the house.

Prado was a promising child football star living in his brother’s shadow of Honor Rolls and newspaper articles. She wore a lovely red dress, with her flowing, long black hair tinted and swept from her face.

She introduced herself to his parents. They were overjoyed that a pretty little thing fancied their son.

When she met Prado he was enraptured. He took a rose from his mother’s vase and plucked the stem,
sliding the rose in her hair.

Samuel didn’t like that very much but he kept quiet. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he hated the man looking back at him. YOU’RE A FAILURE! YOU LOST! SAMUEL HAS THE WOMAN OF YOUR DREAMS!

Prado then started fucking women without a care in the world. Every woman he compared to Francine...

Every time a woman got pregnant with his child he harbored a secret hurt because he only wanted Francine having his baby.

And now that would never be.

SAMUEL HAS YOUR GIRL. NAH. SHE WAS NEVER YOUR GIRL. WHY DID YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR BROTHER’S FIANCE? YOU LOST!

Prado punched the mirror so hard the glass shattered into the sink and onto the counter and floor...

Francine said into the house phone, “Yes. Is it completed now?”

“Yes, Francine. Everything is taken care of.”

Francine smiled. “Good. Because tonight is my honeymoon. Everything has to be perfect.”

“Congratulations on your wedding,” the woman said through the phone.

Francine hung up.

She sang, “Goingggg to my living room because I’m goinggg to get maaarrieed!”