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Presley,” he corrected. “I’m talking about the chick you fucking with.”
                  Chase had caught me off guard with that one. Honestly, I wasn’t sure.
                  “Man, I don’t know. Sometimes, I think I do. But then there are times when it is strictly about getting some free ass and leaving her right where the fuck she is. I dunno, I’m a little confused. One thing I can say is, with Presley I don’t have to think about it. She’s wifey and SHE has my heart.”
                  “Humph. Well. I hate to tell you this, but you are more like me than you think,” Chase stated. “Did you hear what you just said? Nigga, you do whatever it takes to hit that ass. And yeah, you love Presley, but I think you love the new chick, too. You just have to figure out what you want and if she is really worth losing it all. And that, baby brother, is why I will never get married!”
    Damn! There was some truth to what Chase was spitting at me. I loved my wife, but for some reason, I couldn’t stop dipping in Kadeema. The sad part was that I didn’t wanna stop. I was going to keep doing what I was doing until I was made to stop.
    The fact of the matter was Presley wasn’t going anywhere. She didn’t work and I provided a damn good lifestyle for her and the boys. She didn’t want for anything. So what I had a little something extra on the side? Hell, I was the man. It was supposed to be like that. I knew a whole lot of women that would love to be in her position. In fact, Kadeema would love to be in her position. Who said it was normal to be with just one woman anyway? Nothing was right about that. I was sure some of the wives of wealthy men just went along with the program as long as they got what they wanted out of the deal.
                  I was going to do the counseling thing because it made her think that I was going to stop what I was doing. I thought about actually stopping… for a little while. As soon as she got comfortable again, I was going to be right back at it. I just had to make sure I covered my tracks better, that was all. I made the mistake of telling Presley I was sleeping with Kadeema and that shit would never happen again. Chase was right. I couldn’t believe I was about to agree with anything his dumb ass said, but I was going to have to be smarter about the things I did and I how did them.
                  From now on, I wasn’t going to admit to anything. As Chase said, I would have to take ALL of this shit to the grave with me. But, for now, I was going to keep telling Presley that I had nothing to do with Kadeema and I was going to tell Kadeema I was no longer sleeping with Presley. Problem solved!

Chapter Eight: Presley
     
    I was trying to get back to some kind of normalcy after our counseling sessions this past summer. They went okay, but nothing had really changed between Tyrone and me, and why should it? Tyrone was still doing what he wanted to do and I was just spending all of my time trying to fix it on my own.
    Yeah, the good Bishop-Reverend-Pastor Jenkins had managed to get Ty to admit his adulterous ways. But the good Bishop was quoting every scripture known to man as it related to marriage and I didn’t want to hear all of that. I wanted him to FIX us. I just needed my marriage to go back to the way it used to be. Ugh!
    Summertime had come and gone and I still felt stagnant. Since the boys had gone back to school, I decided to go back to work. I had my Bachelor’s Degree in Human Resources, so I got a job as an HR Manager for one of the local real estate companies. I loved being at home with my boys, but it wasn’t a good thing for me to be at home alone during the day. Tyrone was at Donovan Tools and Supply and I had nothing. An idle mind was a dangerous mind. I did something about it.
    Things were going great at work. I was adjusting to my new role as office manager. The people were very friendly. I loved it