Chapter One
She saw him before he noticed her. She could only stand, staring like a complete moron. Tall, dark, and too incredibly handsome Daryl, her man of nearly six months, stood in the back of the crowded bar tonguing some big-breasted brunette.
She stood like a statue, watching as he moved his dark hand up and palmed one of the woman’s fleshy globes like a basketball. He kneaded at her through her tight, red dress.
Because of the noise level in the bar she couldn’t hear what he was saying, but she was sure it fell along the lines of, “Let’s get out of here so I can rip this dress off you and fuck you senseless.” She knew this from personal experience. The fact this no good bastard said practically the same exact thing to her the night they’d met made her want to launch herself at him and claw his chocolate-brown eyes out with her bare hands.
“Hey, girl!” Lana, her best friend, came up beside her. “What are you doing over here? The party is over at the bar.”
“No, apparently the party is over there.” She pointed in the direction of Daryl and the woman.
“Oh my God.” Lana put a hand to her mouth. “No he isn’t cheating on you right in front of your face.”
“He doesn’t know I’m here. He’s been spit swapping with that ho for the last five minutes. I saw him follow her, and I followed him.”
“Well, what are you going to do?”
“What should I do?”
“Yell, scream, pitch a fit, fight—I know you better handle your business!”
“I can’t deal with this now. I need a drink.” She turned and walked to the bar.
“Whoa! You aren’t going to confront him?” Lana asked following her.
“Hey, Doni.” Her best male friend, Blake, approached them. “What’s going on?” he asked Lana.
“That over there is what’s going on,” Lana said, pointing in the direction of Daryl.
“Damn, is that Daryl?” Blake asked.
“Yes, it is my no good, cheating, lying, son-of-a-bitch boyfriend. I’ve had a feeling he was cheating, but now I see it with my own eyes.”
“Does he know you’re here?” Blake said.
“No. He thinks I’m working late tonight. He was supposed to come to my house later.” She turned to look at Blake. He looked over her, concern in his dark green gaze. He’d been her friend for at least five years, yet nothing more had developed between the two of them. Not for Blake’s lack of trying. He never hid his interest in Donia. Like a good friend, he sat back and watched her go through boyfriends, always ready to defend her honor.
“What are you going to do? Do you want me to go talk to him?”
She smiled. “No, Blake, I have to do this.” She sipped at her drink and handed it to Lana. “Please hold this.”
“We have your back, honey.”
Donia would much rather walk out of the bar and leave Daryl’s shit at the curb waiting for his cheating, lying ass when he came over. But she knew she had to deal with this now. Who knew how long this had been going on? The way he eagerly explored this woman’s body screamed familiarity. By the time she made her way to where Daryl stood, the couple was no longer kissing. They intimately whispered to each other—her hand in his.
The sight made Donia want to vomit. She needed to calm down and handle this as quickly as possible. “Daryl,” she said from a few feet away. When the man didn’t respond, she tried again, irritation in her voice. Too engrossed in his conversation, he didn’t hear one word she said. She walked up to the couple and tapped him on the shoulder.
He looked at her lazily through lust filled eyes. “Can’t you see we are talking?” His gaze landed on hers and he jumped. “Oh! Donia!”
She waved at him, sarcastically. “Hey!”
“What are you doing here?” He nervously stepped away from the other woman.
“I could ask you the same thing, but since what you are doing is obvious, I will ask you to have your shit out of my house by tonight.” She turned on her heels to walk
She saw him before he noticed her. She could only stand, staring like a complete moron. Tall, dark, and too incredibly handsome Daryl, her man of nearly six months, stood in the back of the crowded bar tonguing some big-breasted brunette.
She stood like a statue, watching as he moved his dark hand up and palmed one of the woman’s fleshy globes like a basketball. He kneaded at her through her tight, red dress.
Because of the noise level in the bar she couldn’t hear what he was saying, but she was sure it fell along the lines of, “Let’s get out of here so I can rip this dress off you and fuck you senseless.” She knew this from personal experience. The fact this no good bastard said practically the same exact thing to her the night they’d met made her want to launch herself at him and claw his chocolate-brown eyes out with her bare hands.
“Hey, girl!” Lana, her best friend, came up beside her. “What are you doing over here? The party is over at the bar.”
“No, apparently the party is over there.” She pointed in the direction of Daryl and the woman.
“Oh my God.” Lana put a hand to her mouth. “No he isn’t cheating on you right in front of your face.”
“He doesn’t know I’m here. He’s been spit swapping with that ho for the last five minutes. I saw him follow her, and I followed him.”
“Well, what are you going to do?”
“What should I do?”
“Yell, scream, pitch a fit, fight—I know you better handle your business!”
“I can’t deal with this now. I need a drink.” She turned and walked to the bar.
“Whoa! You aren’t going to confront him?” Lana asked following her.
“Hey, Doni.” Her best male friend, Blake, approached them. “What’s going on?” he asked Lana.
“That over there is what’s going on,” Lana said, pointing in the direction of Daryl.
“Damn, is that Daryl?” Blake asked.
“Yes, it is my no good, cheating, lying, son-of-a-bitch boyfriend. I’ve had a feeling he was cheating, but now I see it with my own eyes.”
“Does he know you’re here?” Blake said.
“No. He thinks I’m working late tonight. He was supposed to come to my house later.” She turned to look at Blake. He looked over her, concern in his dark green gaze. He’d been her friend for at least five years, yet nothing more had developed between the two of them. Not for Blake’s lack of trying. He never hid his interest in Donia. Like a good friend, he sat back and watched her go through boyfriends, always ready to defend her honor.
“What are you going to do? Do you want me to go talk to him?”
She smiled. “No, Blake, I have to do this.” She sipped at her drink and handed it to Lana. “Please hold this.”
“We have your back, honey.”
Donia would much rather walk out of the bar and leave Daryl’s shit at the curb waiting for his cheating, lying ass when he came over. But she knew she had to deal with this now. Who knew how long this had been going on? The way he eagerly explored this woman’s body screamed familiarity. By the time she made her way to where Daryl stood, the couple was no longer kissing. They intimately whispered to each other—her hand in his.
The sight made Donia want to vomit. She needed to calm down and handle this as quickly as possible. “Daryl,” she said from a few feet away. When the man didn’t respond, she tried again, irritation in her voice. Too engrossed in his conversation, he didn’t hear one word she said. She walked up to the couple and tapped him on the shoulder.
He looked at her lazily through lust filled eyes. “Can’t you see we are talking?” His gaze landed on hers and he jumped. “Oh! Donia!”
She waved at him, sarcastically. “Hey!”
“What are you doing here?” He nervously stepped away from the other woman.
“I could ask you the same thing, but since what you are doing is obvious, I will ask you to have your shit out of my house by tonight.” She turned on her heels to walk
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