“You look so good in that dress, Ashara,” Kae praised.
And she was right. Mark and I had another gala to go to, and I was doused in the usual: a beautiful gown, a new pair of Christian Louboutin’s, and brand-new diamonds. my hair was done up into a curly pineapple, which was simple and to the point, exposing my ears and my neckline. I turned around in the mirror, and the girls sat on the phone watching me and hyping me up.
“He’s getting everyone tickets to the summer gala. So, I hope that y’all are ready because I am going to splurge on y’all,” I stated, rubbing my hands over my ample ass. we would be attending this charity gala with his family, and for whatever reason, his mother always seemed to have a comment about my ass. But then she would follow up with the fact that I had childbearing hips, and she didn’t understand why we didn’t have a house full of children.
Mark and I had one child who was eight years old, and he was not planned. Matty, short for Matthew, was an accident that landed me in the luxury life that I lived. I had no problem admitting that to myself and my girls, but I would never let Mark‘s mother accuse me of getting pregnant to have access to him. Sometimes she had a lot to say about who her son was with and other times she begged me to give her grandkids. I will never forget that at one point, I was some whore he picked up in the club who got lucky. Granted, I was doing some hoe-shit when I decided to go home with some strange, fine, rich, white boy.
When I told Mark that I was pregnant, he immediately jumped into action and promised that he would be there for me and our baby. He of course, offered to pay for an abortion because of his wicked mother, but before I could even get pissed off, he took it back and realize that he wanted to work it out. Honestly, I did not know that we would make it work or end up where we were today.
At thirty, I had a life that most women dreamed of: a large home, a rich husband, a well-taken-care-of child, and access to just about anything in the world. We took luxury vacations, we had our own private wing and hospital, and there were more cars than necessary parked in our garages and driveway. Our son had access to the finest elementary school, and he was already on track to be in a private high school before attending a college he already had a ticket to because the May family donated generously.
I knew that when it came to children, I would get more pushback from his mom and older sister than him because while our marriage was… great, my husband was still a huge flirt. So, sometimes I felt like he wanted to explore, and I would be lying. If I said, I didn’t think that he had stepped out on our marriage a few times. But I was not worried. I had tried to leave Mark once before and well, let’s just say that he was willing to go to war with his entire family, even though he was the one who fucked up and they were defending him. He would be sick without me. My life was beautiful in every other aspect, and I took my wins to be greater than anything that felt like a loss.
Most people would not be okay with even a simple indication that their spouse was cheating on them, but he was a billionaire and nothing in my heart told me that he was one hundred percent committed to our relationship without a little infidelity here and there. Call me stupid, but I lived where I was in like.
“Yes, bitch! Those shoes are perfect!!” Tiffani said. She was laid up on her couch with her girlfriend, Gabe.
“Hey, I gotta go. Kylan and I are about to board this flight to Japan. Ashara, send lots of pics to the group chat! Love y’all,” Kae said before kissing the phone twice. We all returned the love before she hung up.
“And if you ladies don’t mind,” Mark wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his chin on my shoulder, “my beautiful wife, and I have a gala to get to.”
“Lots of pics, Shara. Bye,” Sharanna exited the line. She was one of the two that hated Mark. Most of that was because of his family, but she knew he was a playboy at heart and didn’t respect it
“Is she ever going to stop hating me?” he asked as the rest of the girls cleared the line.
“She’s very stubborn, so probably not,” I responded.
“Well, then, maybe she can buy her own stuff for the summer gala.”
“She doesn’t need to because I’ve already told them that I was going to. You would think that it’s just your money and I can only spend it when you say so.”
“Ashara, that’s not the case at all. Everything here is as much yours as it is mine. I kid, but it’s very weird that she doesn’t have a real reason to like me, and I want all of the people important to you to love me.”
“Maybe she’ll come around, but don’t sweat it. Let’s get out of here before your mom is calling and threatening us for being.”
“Are you ready to hear her talk about grandkids every five minutes tonight?”
“I am not gonna be worried about your mother. I plan to have a lot of fun tonight just like you do whenever we go to these events.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He followed me out of the room and downstairs. I hummed a sweet tune and strutted my way through the foyer and to the garage. He opened the door for me and locked up behind us before walking around and opening the car door for me.
The look he gave me in the car. Let me know that he was still curious as to what I meant. He would just have to stew in that because my husband, the big flirt, was about to get a run for his money. I looked amazing, per usual, and I was going to flirt away the night, just as he did. He called it being friendly, but having women blush repeatedly was a little bit more friendly than I liked.
Mark was about to be on his toes all night, and I didn’t care who had something to say. He was going to get a taste of his own medicine because I had been chilling for far too long, and I wanted to spice things up a little.
The gala was for a charity hosted by the St. John’s Children’s Hospital. every year, they hosted two semi-annual charity galas to raise money for the hospital. Of course, my family donated large amounts of money to just about every charity event that we attended. It has been something that my father has always done since he became as wealthy as he was. So, it was something that just became required of all of us in the family as we came into our own successes.
Ashara looked especially delicious tonight, and I couldn’t wait to get home and tear her dress off. I knew that my mother was concerned about me only having one child, but I wasn’t in a rush to have more kids because I liked the life that my wife and I lived. Matty was getting older and very independent, and I liked the fact that Ashara and I could just go as we pleased without worrying about a tiny baby at the house. The first three years of our relationship with a brand-new baby were kind of tough since I had to do a lot of traveling, and she didn’t want to leave him behind on trips that were not suitable for kids.
I was thirty-seven at the end of the year, and I was still full of life and intended to act upon it. The night went on and champagne was passed around all night because drunk rich people spent more money, and there was access to a full buffet with servers, of course. We worked with people all night, and I tried my hardest to avoid my mother, but she seems to always find me at the wrong moment.
With a little drink in my system, I tended to be a huge flirt or at least that’s what my wife would say. I just called it being a little extra personable, and it wasn’t my fault that my father had passed down his handsome face and beautiful head full of hair. I took pride in the way I looked, and others liked it too.
Ashara had disappeared for a while, and as I waited, I talked to one of the doctors, Dr. Marissa Wun, who worked in the hospital. she was a tall, curvy, Japanese woman. The conversation was extremely chill to me, but women always did this thing where they slightly started, touching me or laughing extra hard at something that I really didn’t intend to be so funny. It was a sign that they were flirting, and Dr. Wun was surely doing it.
Being polite, I didn’t push away or remove myself from the situation but just continued to talk to her as I did like having conversations with different people. Once I moved on from her, I talked to a couple, Frank Gallagher and Kimmy. Frank was extremely drunk, and Kimmy was a lot younger than him, and I could tell always looking for someone to take her attention from the old man. She chose me after a while, doing the same thing by lightly touching me or laughing when unnecessary. What I knew about that was that Frank had some sort of cuckold kink and would pay me big money to fuck his wife. Even if I was a cheater, she would not be the type of woman that I would cheat with. I had always been averse to dating inside my race.
My eyes scanned the room for my beautiful, thick, black wife who looked better than every woman in the room. She had more ass than two scoops, and the prettiest tits I’d ever lay eyes on. I was ready to smother my face in them if I were honest, but I knew we had to stay at the event for at least another thirty minutes to an hour. When my eyes finally landed on the woman who had my last name, I narrowed them.
“What the fuck is she doing?” I mumbled to myself, watching her interact with a guy I had gone to high school in college with, Kaden Tripp.
She was doing that thing that the other women had done to me, seeming to laugh more than what was necessary and slightly touching his arm. He was a little too close to her for my liking, and they seemed to be in their own world. The way she looked up at him and smiled when he was talking irritated the pits of my stomach. Tripp had been homecoming king and his track record with women has been impeccable. He was tall, dark, and handsome. We had been best friends when we were in elementary school, although we went to different schools because we lived on different sides of the track. But we always found a way to hang out.
Tripp was a Morris Chestnut knockoff but with six extra inches of height. As far as I knew, I was the only white man that Ashara had been with, and she fucking loved Morris Chestnut. A ping of jealousy hit my heart, and I clenched my teeth as I watched the two of them for a moment longer. After a while, I couldn’t take it because it wasn’t like she was moving through the crowd and flirting the way people flirted with me, but she was in deep conversation with this man, and he looked like he wanted to devour what was mine.
Taking long strides across the room, I maneuvered through the chatty crowd and stepped up to both of them, clearing my throat. Having to clear my throat irritated me because they hadn’t even budged when someone had stepped up to their space. When she looked at me, there was this gleam of mischief in her eyes and a tug of a smirk on her beautiful full lips.
“Yo, M&M,” Tripp greeted me with the name. He coined it for me when we were younger. It was a triple entendre on the two Ms for my name, the fact he used to say I had a little Black trapped in me, and Eminem for obvious reasons.
“Tripp,” I replied, taking the hand he extended to me, and shaking it before I threw my arm over Ashara’s shoulder, claiming what was mine.
“Damn!” Tripp laughed. “I knew you looked kind of familiar, but I couldn’t place where I’d seen you before.” He eyed Ashara head to toe. “Yo, M&M, it’s been hell long brother since I saw you. We definitely gotta do some catching up. I did not realize that this was your wife.”
“But you can tell that she is married,” I lifted her hand to show him the big ass rock she wore on her. “Glad I stepped in in time, I know how you were with the ladies in college, and I can only imagine that you’re a lot worse now, man.”
“You know me, I’m not really in a place to settle down yet and life is good as it is. But I see that you are doing great for yourself.” He eyed Ashara again, who was looking up at him, clearly intending to piss me off. “Hit me up. I’m in town for two more weeks at the University. Let’s link.” He handed me his business card.
“I got you. I’m gonna get my wife home now. We can go out for drinks or some basketball if you’re still into playing.”
“Never stopped. It was nice to officially meet you, Mrs. May.” He smirked and walked away.
“That was fun,” Ashara said, removing my arm from her shoulders and heading towards my sister.
“Hey, what the fuck was that?”
“Oh, you didn’t like that?” she asked. “Me flirting? But you do it all the time.” She kept walking until I grabbed her by the bicep and stopped her.
“Don’t play with me, Ashara.”
“No, Mark, you don’t play with me because I’ll show your ass how it’s done. And since you’ve decided to interrupt my fun when I didn’t interrupt yours, you can make it up to me at home.”
“Make it up to you?” I questioned, wanting to be pissed but also intrigued.
“Absolutely.” She twisted her lip to the side as if deep in thought before she continued. “All I know is that mouth of yours that makes all these women blush better make me cum so damn hard I wanna have another baby.”
I watched as she strutted off, hips swaying side to side, and me being grateful I was in black, and it was a little on the dim side because my dick was tinting my slacks.
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