A Kiss Before Lying

By: M. SKYE

Chapter One: Grown Ass Woman



“I love you, Draya,” Damien hissed, running his hand down her face. He was halfway to putting his clothes on when she finally looked up to see him. She had been so lost in the moment that she had hardly realized it was about to end.

“And yet, you’re still leaving.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she rolled her eyes and he slid down next to her. They had been having this same problem for over seven years now, and to Draya, it was getting old. Every night since she was eighteen, he had been climbing into her bed, knocking her out with mind blowing sex, and then going home to his wife. Knowing that she was always going to be second best was finally starting to wear on her.

“You know what it is, Dray. It’s not like I want to leave.”

Lie. He was always hot to be up in her face before sex and then once it was over, he couldn’t dip fast enough.

“Let me guess,” she sat up with attitude boiling out of her pores. “I can’t leave right now. We have the kids, we have the business, we have the church.” Rolling her neck as she spoke, Draya noticed herself feeling even worse about the situation than she already did with her last statement. Not only was she sleeping with a married man, but he was a deacon at her childhood church.

Growing up, Draya’s parents had always made sure she stayed in church. She was raised to love the Lord and all he stood for, and now, she finally realized how far she had fallen. Her parents were devout Christians and she tried to keep up, but after years of estrangement from them, her faith wavered in a major way. She was never overly religious, like them, but she knew right from wrong before she got involved with Mr. Wrong.

Damien was over twenty years her senior and had been married ever since she started attending that church when she was six. They met when she was a child and even though her best friend, Brittney, said he was a nasty old bastard, she hadn’t been able to get him out of her heart. He was her first love and the only man to ever share her bed.

“You know why I can’t leave.” Running his hand over her cheek, he leaned in for a kiss and she turned her head. “Don’t be like that, baby. You know I can’t stand to leave here and have you mad at me.” Pulling out a fresh wad of hundred dollar bills, he put them in her hand and she still didn’t turn back. “Tomorrow, go do something nice. Just make sure you have a good time.” When she was still unresponsive, he took her chin, turning her to face him. “You know I take care of my lady.

“Which one?” she hissed and his eyes slammed shut.

“Dray, don’t I give you all my time? I’m with you more than I’m home. Doesn’t that count for anything?”

“It just means your wife isn’t as young as she used to be. If she was giving you as much sex as I do, you would be at home.” Watching his face contort, she knew she hit a nerve and kept going. “If she only knew that after you climb out of my bed, you go home and kiss her with the same lips and tongue you use to lick and kiss all over me, she would throw your tired ass out.”

As soon as it slipped out of her mouth, his hand flew up and she was against the wall. So many nights their arguments started this way. They would have sex, she would call him out for going home, and he would slap her senseless. As smart as she was, Draya knew in this instance she probably seemed like the dumbest person in the world. Here she was sleeping with a married man who hit her, but she just couldn’t walk away. There was something about him that was so addictive to her. She just wasn’t strong enough to break free.

Watching her head fly against the wall, he quickly slipped up the bed to comfort her; this was how it always went. He would swing on her and then act like he never meant to do it. Holding her breath, she knew was about to come next. “I’m sorry, baby. You just can’t... you can’t say things like that. You know how I feel about you, and every time you bring her up, you make what we have seem like nothing. I wish I could just be with you.”

Just staring straight ahead, she nodded her head. “Okay. If that’s what you believe.” Offering one last kiss and standing off the bed before throwing another handful of money down for her, he finished getting dressed and walked to the door. While she just sat staring ahead, she heard him call out that he loved her before walking out.

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