'Til Death Read Free

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                  "Fuck you, Boan. If you willing to dead your own family, then what does that mean for me?" Ciara asked pushing me away from her.
                  "Are you willing to find out?" I asked. We stared each other down. I put my soft dick back in my basketball shorts and Ciara pulled on her clothes.
                  "Get in the passenger seat." I said.
                  "Who said I was coming home?"
                  "Ciara, don’t play with me. Shut the fuck up and get in the passenger seat." I repeated. After she was in, I started up my truck. Jagged Edge's "I Gotta Be" our song at our wedding, was playing on the radio. Ciara looked at me and pulled me towards her into a kiss.
                  Ciara kissed me again. "I’m sorry. You know I love you, right?"
    I enjoyed moments like this; I actually felt like she was giving me all of her, which wasn’t often. "Stop playing these stupid-ass games. Let’s just end it. It’s me and you, forever and always."
                  "Always and forever," Ciara proclaimed, kissing me again. Ciara was quiet for the rest of the ride home and I wondered what she was thinking. Her phone vibrated and she looked at it. I saw Tez's name flash on her screen. I looked away and gripped the steering wheel. Ciara knew I despised Tez with a passion. She was texting him, and I wanted to reach over and snatch her phone and toss it out the window. It wouldn’t have been the first time I had done something like that, either.
                  "Did you fuck Sky in our bed?" Ciara asked, while still looking at her phone.
                  "Do you have that nigga Tez watching me?"
                  "Why does it matter?" Her voice was rising and I could feel her staring daggers at me.
                  I gripped the steering wheel tighter. "I will kill that nigga, that’s why it matters."
                  "If you kill Tez, I’m going to kill you."
                  "Yea you are, because that’s the real nigga you love." I said.
    Ciara looked up and stared at me then shook her head. I pulled up in front of our crib and watched as Ciara got out, took a deep breath and then followed her slowly up the pavement and closed the door behind me. She made a beeline straight to our bedroom and I laughed a little bit under my breath. I stood in the doorway of our bedroom watching Ciara with my arms folded, watching her play detective. She stared at our bed for a minute, then she took off her clothes and headed for the bathroom. I did the same, but instead of joining her, I headed in the direction of our other shower. I had this bad feeling in the pit of my gut for some reason and couldn't shake it. I knew when I got that feeling, some fucked-up shit was about to go down. I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, and headed back to our room. As soon as I entered, I saw a pillow fly past my head.
                  "You dirty dick son of a bitch!" Ciara screamed at me.
                  "What the fuck is your problem?!" I screamed back.
                  "You did fuck her in our bed!" Ciara pointed to the bed that clearly had signs of it not being fucked in.
                  I just shook my head at her. "I never said I didn’t, and I never said I did either." I let her believe what she wanted because I knew she would anyway, even though I hadn’t fucked Sky in our bed.
                  "I’m leaving!" Ciara exclaimed, trying to walk past me; but I grabbed her arm. She tried to smack me, and I caught her wrist. When she tried to wrestle out of my grip, her towel fell and I looked down at her flawless body and licked my lips. My dick instantly got hard. I threw her on the bed and grabbed her ankles.
                  "Stop, Boan. I fucking hate you. I put that on everything I fucking