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T wo Years Earlier

Laila

“One! Two! Three!” I shouted.

My team brought back the breaching bar and smashed it against the hard and large wooden door.

Bang! The door was knocked off the hinges, and there was now a big hole in the trap house.

The dealers and users in that nasty house scattered like roaches as my team and I raced inside after them.

Our weapons were drawn and raised before arrests took place.

This was the fourth bust we’d had this week.

Some asshole, or assholes, had been setting up drug houses all over the city.

It drained me because it was a never ending cycle.

When we busted one, another was up and running.

My crew made arrests while some of us moved down to the basement.

Trash riddled the stairs, and an awful stench filled our noses.

The familiar and undeniable smell of perctanyl saturated the air.

It was the worst pill on the market and responsible for a lot of young deaths this year.

If given more time, the pill will claim more lives.

These fools had a whole drug lab setup with all the supplies the dealers needed.

Before I could process the rest of the basement, the dealers saw us, dropped their masks and aprons, and zoomed out the back door.

I took flight. As I ran, I tucked my weapon back in the holster.

I didn’t fully see the face of my suspect, but I knew he was tall, dark brown, and stocky.

The nigga was fast too. It was like he had on his crackhead Heelys because he moved with speed that only crackheads possessed.

He hopped over the neighboring fence, and I followed suit.

Dogs barked in the distance as we ran through people’s private yards.

He knocked over trash cans to slow me down, but I leaped over them with ease.

I pumped my arms and legs. He couldn’t escape me.

I refused to let him. If he got away, then him and the others would open up another drug lab. That wasn’t a chance I wanted to take.

He sped out of an open gate, knocking over a small a child.

My instincts encouraged me to stop and check on the child, but I couldn’t let that fool get away.

I promised myself to double back and check on her once I’d handled my business.

He jetted across the street, and so did I.

I was on his heels. I reached out to grab him when the sound of screeching tires hit my ears.

My eyes flitted to the left, and a car was seconds from knocking me into the air.

“Shit!” I protested and fell onto the grass on the sidewalk. I looked up in time to see my suspect hauling ass around a corner and disappearing.

“Fuck!” I screamed and stood up. This was some bullshit.

I wiped off my cargo pants and went about the rest of my day. We headed back to the precinct and filled out all the paperwork about today’s bust. There were highs and lows about today’s raid, but it came with the job.

It was 10:00 p.m., and I was bone tired. I walked through the front door of my house and the smell of dinner filled my nostrils. Did Sur cook? Was he even home? Our housekeeper, Mariya, bounced around the corner and sloppily kissed me. I pushed her away and stepped back.

“What the hell are doing? Where’s Sur?” I questioned, peering around her.

She wore a sexy grin on her face and pulled me to her.

“He called earlier to tell you he had to work a last-minute double shift at the hospital. Surtain said he called you, but you didn’t answer. So you see, you can relax. I made dinner. Go take a hot shower, and allow me to help you rest.”

Mariya stepped closer to me and kissed my neck softly.

Her small hands unzipped my SWAT wind breaker, and it pooled on the floor.

The feel of her warm mouth on my neck and her small hands tweaking my nipples made me shiver.

My hands slowly slid down her thick and curvy figure until I grabbed her heavy ass cheeks.

Mariya smelled fruity and clean, and her tongue was sweet when our mouths finally met.

My hands casually caressed her ass, then I spread one of her cheeks, while my finger slipped into her uncovered pussy.

My clit thumped frantically to feel her warm body against mine.

My finger stroked her tight pussy, and she moaned into my mouth.

I swallowed her cries when I added my thumb to her clit.

Mariya moved closer to me, damn near trying to be in my skin while I toyed with her clit.

She was as freaky as they came, and I enjoyed it.

However, my conscience interfered, and I put some distance between us.

“Wha-What? Why are you stopping?” She probed with a confused expression.

I exhaled and took another step back. “Mariya, I explained to you the other day that I didn’t want to do this anymore and that we needed to stop. Surtain deserves better than this, and so do you.”

Mariya smirked and slipped out of the black, pleated mini dress she wore.

I bit down on my tongue as my mouth watered to taste the pearl between her legs.

She was milk chocolate with fake C cups that drove me up the wall.

Her ass was real, though. I tried not to take a step forward to her dark brown nipples and areolas, and God knew that was the hardest decision I ever made next to having to end our affair.

Mariya walked toward me and placed my hand back on her warm and wet pussy.

“Yes, I remember what you said, but minutes later, your head was between my thighs. You just need to relax, my love, and let me take care of you. I know it’s not easy slowly coming out of the closet, but I accept you the way you are, beautiful.

Let me take care of you.” She rolled her pussy over my hand, and I couldn’t hold back.

I leaned down and savored her nipples. Her titties were full, heavy, and ripe for the taking. She chuckled and gingerly shimmied her breasts in my face.

“No one satisfies me the way you do, boo. Just like that, Laila. You feel so good,” she cooed, grinding against me.

I couldn’t take anymore of her taunting.

I hefted Mariya up by her thick thighs, and she swiftly wrapped her legs around my waist. We kissed each other hungrily as I walked us to the kitchen then placed her on the kitchen island.

I released her mouth and licked down from her neck to her bald pussy.

There was a butterfly tattooed on her fat pussy, and that always incited me.

Mariya bent her knees for me, and I assumed my position between her thighs.

My tongue sucked and swept around her pussy like a Swiffer.

Mariya was only the second woman I’d slept with.

Since high school, I knew I was bisexual, but I loved Surtain so much I hid who I really was from him.

We were high school sweethearts and best friends.

I always wondered if he suspected anything, but if he did, he never brought it to me.

“Fuck! Just like that, baby. Don’t stop,” Mariya cried.

I couldn’t if I tried. She was a drug for me. Mariya fulfilled the side of me that was dormant and lonely. She relaxed me and made me feel complete. I was so engrossed in eating her pussy that I didn’t hear when Surtain walked in, and my instincts were always on point.

“What the fuck is going on here!” he spat with a bottle of wine and roses in his hand.

I jumped back and wiped my mouth. Mariya looked just as stunned as I did as she awkwardly slid off the island.

“Is this what you been doing while I’m at work?

How could you do this, Laila? I called and texted, letting you know I didn’t have to work late, so we could have some alone time.

Didn’t Mariya tell you what I said?” He placed the wine and flowers on the island and stared at me menacingly in his green scrubs.

I turned and gave a naked Mariya a death stare.

“How could you? You lied to me. You said Surtain was working another double shift,” I revealed through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry, love, but he needed to know who you really are. It was best if we ripped the bandage off now,” Mariya replied with no remorse at all.

Sur stepped forward and turned me to face him. “Laila, are you leaving me for her?”

“Yes!” Mariya shouted.

My head whipped around so damn fast. “No the fuck I’m not. I never told you that, and I never made you any promises or commitments. I’ve always told you that I was not leaving Sur. I love him. I’m in love with him.”

“There you have it. Now get the fuck out!” Sur bellowed.

“But, baby, I love you too. What about my feelings?” Mariya cried.

“There’s no us, Mariya. It has never been an us. We just had fun,” I stated in a low voice.

“Laila?” Mariya questioned.

“Ain’t no fucking Laila. She’s mine. I’m a gentleman, and I won’t put my hands on a lady, but I will call the police. Now, this is the second time I’m asking yo’ ass to leave. Get yo’ shit, and get the fuck out of my house now, bitch!” Sur hollered.

He made both of us flinch. Mariya scurried away and out of the kitchen.

I turned and looked into his hazel-green eyes.

My husband was big in size and in heart, but he wouldn’t hurt a fly unless it harmed me.

He never raised his voice. The TV took his wrath during the NBA playoffs or Sunday football.

Sur was kind, loving, protective, and the best fucking spouse any woman could beg for.

To see him out of his usual chill and lover boy persona broke me.

It was all my fault… all my fault. We stared at each other until the front door slammed closed.

Mariya had made her exit, but I had to sit and stew in the shit storm I’d made.

“Why, Laila? Why? Haven’t I been a good husband to you? What did I do to make you cheat on me? I try my hardest to love you better than the day before.”

A tear trailed down his cheek, and I couldn’t believe I’d caused him this much damn pain. I was a terrible fucking person.

I sobbed and sniffled. It hurt like hell to see this beautiful and selfless man I’d loved since I was sixteen so hurt. I had to fix this.

“Sur, it’s not you. It was never you. It has always been me.

I’ve always been attracted to girls since I was in grade school, but I like boys too.

The moment I saw you our sophomore year, it was instantly love at first sight.

I knew I wanted to love you forever, but there was also this other side of me that needed to be fulfilled.

I went years, baby, trying to stuff it so deep inside of me that it wouldn’t even be a memory, but it didn’t work.

“Mariya was not the first girl I’ve been with, but she is first one I cheated on you with.

The first girl was my sophomore year, a few weeks before I met you.

She was a freshman, and we were both very much in the closet.

I’m so, so sorry you had to find out this way, love.

I never meant to hurt you, yet my actions did just that.

Please, Sur, don’t leave me. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Just please don’t leave me, baby.”

Sur wiped his face and shook his head.

“I suspected something was up. You were here with me physically, but mentally and emotionally, I had lost you. Thank you for being transparent, but what hurts the most is that you didn’t trust me enough to know your truth and support you.

You don’t know how I would’ve reacted, but you didn’t give me the benefit of the doubt either.

I’m not sure if I’m going to leave you right now, Laila, but I can’t be here right now.

I need some time and space. I’m sorry,” Sur professed and walked away from me.

I fell to my knees and cried. I could handle anyone walking away from me, but not him. Sur was my first love and my best friend. He spoke nothing but the truth. I had to fix this shit. I couldn’t lose my husband. I just couldn’t.