When He Cheatin' and You Still Love Him by Cachet Read Free Book Online Page A

minute to get dressed. I have some shit to tell you.”
    “Okay, well hurry yo’ slow ass up.” She laughs, before going back to doing her work.
    I just got to my job, and even though I wish I was back at home sleeping peacefully in my bed, I had no choice but to come in, so here I am. Since I was up all night waiting on Terry’s stankin’ ass to come back home, I’m exhausted and know that it will not be a good day at all. I’ve only been here for all of five minutes, and I still have a full twelve hours to go. How the hell I’m going to be able to pull this off is beyond me. All I can do is try to keep as busy as possible and pray like hell that I don’t doze off, because that is something that I cannot afford to do.
    I employed as a Sterile Processing Technician for one of the largest hospitals in the state. If you don’t know what that is, my job is to clean and disinfect all of the tools that are used during surgeries. Things like the scalpels, scissors and clamps to name a few. My job is very important, and with all of the diseases and illnesses out here, one wrong move could cost someone their life. If something like that happens, it will lead to a lawsuit for the hospital, and more than likely a few people losing their jobs. Plainly said, the health and well-being of a lot of people depend on me.
    When I’m finished washing my hands, I make my way over to the large cabinet on the far end of the room and pull open two of the many doors. Inside is everything that I need to fully begin my work day. I reach inside and one by one begin to add on each piece of my uniform, until I am fully covered from head to toe with protective gear. When this is done, I close the doors and walk over to the rack of bins, where I grab one and take my spot directly next to where Naomi is standing.
    “How long have you been here?” I ask filling my bin with warm water.
    “About an hour,” she replies. “I came in early to talk to Sharon so she could fix my damn check.”
    “I thought she was supposed to fix it last week?”
    Naomi snakes her neck. “She was supposed to, but her ass apparently never got around to it. I told her this morning that I don’t work all these hours to not be paid,” she gripes.
    “I know that’s right,” I agree, before I turn to look at her. “Did she handle it?”
    “Hell yeah she did!” Naomi retorts, with a hint of anger in her voice. “I’ve been waiting on that heffa to get my shit right for the past month, and I wasn’t gone wait any longer.” She pauses, “Gone tell me that she’ll have it done by the end of the day. I wasn’t going for that bullshit. I told her since I was early I’ll wait while she fixed it.”
    “You are so damn crazy!” I throw my head back and laugh.
    “Girl please, I sat my fat ass in that chair and watched her like a hawk. Ain’t nobody got time for that dumb shit. I need my money.” She purses her lips and rolls her eyes. “Anyways, that’s enough about that bitch. What I want to know is what’s going on with you? Let me guess, it was something with Terry’s ass.”
    “You’re right.” I breathed deeply and exhaled before I begin. “I woke up to use the bathroom last night and when I came out I saw that he was no longer in the bed with me. After I went downstairs I heard him on the phone with somebody.”
    “Who was it?”
    “I don’t know,” I lie, not able to bring myself to tell her the entire truth.
    “Humph,” she rolls her eyes again. “Well, who do you think it was?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Wait, what the hell happened to your eye?” Naomi turns off her water, and takes a long hard look at my eye. “Did that muthafucka put his hands on you?”
    “No, we were wrestling, and he poked me in the eye with his fingernail.” Well, it wasn’t really a lie, because his nail really did cause the damage.
    “Yeah…okay. Let me find out that bitch put his hands—”
    “Do you want to hear the rest of the story or