"Unfaithful Bitch"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
Cortez McMillan has money and fame. He is a star runningback in the NFL.This man is on top of the world,until he meets a gorgeous stripper named "Taneisha" and she turns his world upside down. Cortez quickly learns that everything that glitters isn't gold,as his life of luxury turns into a story of deceit,lies,deception,and even murder.

Submitted: May 25, 2015

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This shit is crazy. I gave this woman everything. When I met her she was taking off her clothes for money at Magic City in the Atl. I was making it rain and she couldn't help but wonder who I was. We made eye contact for a brief moment but that didn't mean anything. Taneisha was about her money. That's why she came to the Atl from little old South Carolina. The temptation of the fast money attracted her to the stripper pole. She gave me a “look” like she knew me but I didn't think anything of it. Every man in the club was saying how bad she was and drooling over that body. This woman was perfectly built and had the most beautiful eyes and full lips. Her stage name was “Mizz Diamond” and it was quite fitting. I didn't see just another “stripper” on stage when I looked at this woman. I saw my potential wife. I saw a woman who wanted more out of life than just strange men tossing dollar bills at her. This was why I had to make my presence known. “Lets give a big round of applause for Mizz Diamond”,the dj yelled. I watched as she walked off stage and headed to the bar. “You did your thing up there”,I said. She giggled and proceeded to order her drink. “Let me get that for you”,I offered. “You want a private dance?”,she asked. Mizz Diamond was in hustle mode. I wasn't interested in “Mizz Diamond”. I was interested in Taneisha Reagan. I played along with her little game. We headed to a secluded area of the club and she proceeded to straddle me. She felt good and smelled even better. Her skin was soft and she had the perfect booty. “Where are you from?” she asked, as she grinded on me. “I'm from Miami”,I said. “Oh a Miami boy”,she replied. This woman was absolutely stunning. Everything about her was perfect. She even had perfect white teeth. I remember my granny telling me that the first thing a man should checkout is a woman's teeth. This girl passed that test with flying colors. “Why don't you give me your number?” I asked. She responded with a seductive smile. This was nothing new to her. Girls like her get offered numbers and business cards every fifteen minutes. They have heard all the promises. They have heard all the pickup lines. I just decided to keep it genuine with this woman. “Why would I do that?” she asked. She waited on my response as she continued to gyrate her hips and give me the best lap dance of my life. She looked me dead in my eyes. “I want to make you my wife”, I said. She stopped gyrating and stood up. “What did you say?” she asked. The music was loud but she heard exactly what I said. “I think you heard me”, I replied. She was speechless. “I said I want to make you my wife”,I repeated. “Did you hear it that time?” I asked. “Mizz Diamond” had quickly transformed from the hot stripper that every man wanted back to Taneisha Reagan, the little country girl from South Carolina who wanted what every woman wants. She wanted the white house with the picket fence. She wanted Mr. Right to sweep her off her feet and give her the life that she had only seen on the big screen or read about in romance novels. She was a woman in pain. She never knew her father. Her biological mother was addicted to alcohol and drugs and gave her and her siblings up for adoption when she was three years of age. She was raised by a very well to do Caucasian family who never quite understood her much less black culture. Taneisha Reagan was a little more complex than just the girl that was stripping on stage to Little Wayne's “Lollipop”. She was a med student by day and was only stripping to pay the bills. We stood outside the strip club talking for hours that night. “So is this your game?”,she asked. “Do you typically go to strip clubs and tell dancers that you want to wife them?”,she joked. “I think you already know the answer to that question”, I said. “Why me?” she asked. I really didn't know how to answer this question. There was just something about her. “Wait a minute”,she said. She stepped closer to me as if she was trying to get a better look. “You play football”,she replied. I didn't respond. I had hesitated to mention the fact that I was a pro football player. “Are you Cortez McMillan?” she asked. I just smiled. “You just got traded for that big twenty million dollar contact right?”,she asked. “The girl definitely knows her sports”,I said. After she knew who I was, there was very little left to say. She basically threw herself at me. “Lets go somewhere and talk some more”,she requested. She kissed me softly and grabbed by hand. “Where is your car?”,she asked. We walked over to my new 2015 Bentley convertible and she placed her hands over her mouth in awe. “You have got to be kidding me”, she said. I think she was more in love with the car than she was with me. “Those rims are phat” she said excitedly. She plopped down on the leather seats and turned the radio to her favorite station. “I love this song”,she stated, as she started dancing to a YG track.“This is all happening way too fast”,she said. We pulled up to my gated mansion in North Atlanta and she looked over at me. “Why me Cortez?”,she asked. “You can have anyone you want but you chose me.” “Do you believe in love at first sight?”,I asked. “Yes I do”!,she quickly responded. This woman stood on the marble floors of my luxurious mansion as if she was in a trance. She looked around and walked slowly as if this was some type of “fairytale” and she couldn't believe it. “Your home is beautiful”,she said. “Would you like a tour?” I asked. I grabbed her hand and led her up the spiraling staircase as she looked around in utter shock. “Show me your bedroom”,she demanded. I was starting to think the very same thing that Taneisha had uttered a few hours earlier. This was all happening so fast. As soon as we got to the bedroom, she started unbuttoning my shirt. Minutes later we were making love on my Polo sheets. I poured us two glasses of Moet in between our sex session and then we proceeded to go back to the bumping and grinding. After that night, we quickly jumped into a relationship and ended up getting married five months later. I was on top of the world. I was Cortez McMillan, the top running back in pro football and I had just wed one of the most beautiful women in Atlanta. We decided that the wife would put her med school thing on hold for awhile. We were definitely not hurting for money. As we lay in bed one night after a huge game, I looked over at my new wife. She was flipping through the pages of Cosmopolitan Magazine. “ I absolutely love this dress”,she said. “My birthday is coming up”,she added. “Do you really love me?” I asked. “Whats that supposed to mean?” she replied. “It's a simple question”,I said. My wife placed the magazine on the nightstand and gave me her full attention. “I hear some of the guys in the locker room talking about how their wives are just in love with the money”,I said. “Is that what you think of me?”, she asked. I thought back to our wedding day. I wanted a small ceremony with just a few close friends and family. My wife wanted this dream “all white” ceremony on the white sand beaches of the Cayman Islands. I granted her wish. She went from dancing at Magic City to living a life of luxury with pro football's biggest star. The woman I met in the strip club wasn't the same woman that was lying in bed beside me. She had gotten a taste of the good life and that was a bit overwhelming from the little country girl from the backwoods of South Carolina. “Yes honey I love you”,she said. “'I'm not just with you because you are Cortez McMillan” she added. She then proceeded to remind me of all the athletes and entertainers who would try to run game on her when she was “dancing”. “Were any of those guys worth twenty million?” I asked. “Goodnight Mr. McMillan”,she said as she turned her back to me and turned out the light. I loved this woman. I knew this from the moment I laid eyes on her. I couldn't imagine my life without Taniesha McMcMillan.

 

Reality Check

I looked up in the stands and saw my beautiful wife cheering us on. We were down by three with two minutes left in the 4th quarter. The crowd was amped up and thousands stood on their feet as I got in position. The hand off was perfect and I proceeded up field swiftly when I was side swiped by Manny Sosa. He was an All Pro defensive tackle who had told the news reporters that he thought I was overrated and he wasn't a fan. This wasn't good. I was down. I was hurt. I had never experienced such excruciating pain in my life. The team doctors rushed onto the field and I was placed on a stretcher. There was an awkward silence throughout the stadium as I was rolled off the field. I looked up into the clouds as I listened to the medical personnel and all the chatter. My season was over. That was for sure. My wife managed to make her way down to the stadium tunnel and rush to my side. “Is he going to be okay”,she yelled. She couldn't walk very fast in her stilettos but she never left my side. I was taken to a room where doctors examined me and my wife stood drenched in tears. “Is he going to able to play?” she kept inquiring. That day changed my life. As I drive down the streets of Atlanta I reflect on all of that. I load my 9mm “glock” and sit it in my lap. Only two hours earlier I had witnessed something that kept playing back and forth in my mind over and over. The image of my wife having sex with another man in my bed was permanently instilled in my head. She didn't even hear me when I opened the bedroom door. I could hear her moaning and groaning as I made my way up the staircase. She wasn't expecting me to arrive home for another week. I was in Chicago to see a knee specialist. I decided to surprise her with a dozen long stemmed roses but I was the one that got the surprise of my life. I stood at the door watching my wife in action like a porn star. I knew that she loved sex but I never thought she would bring another man into our bed. I pulled the door shut. The sex was so intense that she didn't even hear me close the door. I rushed to my car and threw the roses all over the driveway. How could she do this? I guess I had broken my own rule. You never attempt to make a housewife out of a hoe. I no longer had the huge contact. I was on crutches. I was about to lose everything. I drove down a long stretch of Georgia countryside plotting murder. I felt betrayed. I felt used. How can a woman that I gave the world bring another man into our bedroom and disrespect our wedding vows so quickly? She was just there for the money. She never loved me. A million different thoughts are running through my head. I pictured her naked body making love to this man. Her back was turned to me and he was running his fingers through her hair. I gripped my glock and headed back to my home. How was I going to do this? Was she even worth it? I was seeing “red” and the only remedy from this problem was murder. I wanted her gone. The woman who I was madly in love with quickly became the woman that I wanted to kill. When I pulled up to the driveway I scoped out the area first. “Hello how are you?” Mrs. Bergeron yelled. She was my German neighbor who was a widow. Her husband had recently passed away and she would often come over and tell us stories about how they met during the Vietnam War. Guess who comes out the door as I make my way down the driveway? “Oh, what are you doing here”,my wife said. “This is Marcus, my personal trainer”,she said. She had no idea I had just seen her on top of this guy riding like a pony. “When did you hire a personal trainer?”,I asked. She had a look of guilt on her face. They both did. I'm going to drop him off and I'll be right back”,she said. “Marcus doesn't have a car?”,I asked,as the two of them jumped in her Hummer. I quickly headed upstairs to the bedroom. I couldn't believe the bold faced lie that she had just told. The bedroom wreaked of “sex” and the covers were still undone. What a whore. I should have left this gold digger in the strip club where I found her. I put my loaded glock in the top dresser drawer and contemplated how I was going to do this. I noticed a business card on the night stand that read: “Marcus Powers, Personal Trainer”. It turns out this guy was actually a personal trainer. I'm not sure that sleeping with married women was in his job description though. I sat on the bed picturing the two of them in my bed. I couldn't get this image out of my head no matter how hard I tried. I immediately went into private detective mode and started looking around the bedroom for clues. I was curious about how long my wife had been being unfaithful. I started looking through her closet and all the dressers. All I could find was old birthday and Christmas cards from her stepparents. Just as I'm looking through her closet she walks up behind me. “What are you doing?” she said. I didn't even hear my wife come in. That's how irate I was. I stood speechless staring at her. “Oh, I was looking for the remote”,I said. “The remote is right here Cortez”,she said. “Now whats really going on?”. “I should ask you that question”,I replied. “When were you going to tell me about you little friend Marcus?”,I asked. “Isn't that cute you're jealous” she said sarcastically. “We need to talk Cortez”,she replied. “I'm not happy anymore”,she added. I couldn't believe the words that was coming out this woman's mouth. She was driving a Mercedes SUV and Hummer that I purchased. She had every Micheal Koors purse imaginable. I'm sure her bank account was looking quite lovely and yet she just told me that she wasn't happy. She also told me that she had spoken to an attorney about filing for divorce. I sat on the bed as she walked around our bedroom and confessed all these feelings that she had supposedly kept “pent up” inside for so long. This was crazy. This wasn't even the worse part. My wife also told me that she was planning on moving out while I was in Chicago but I spoiled her

plans. She walked over to the bedroom window. I heard what sounded like a large truck pulling up in our driveway. It was a Uhaul truck. I couldn't believe the nerve of this woman. Her “friend” Marcus was actually driving the Uhaul truck. I couldn't take anymore. I grabbed my glock and rushed outside to confront the man that was sleeping with my wife. “No what are you doing?” my wife yelled. She quickly ran behind me and into the arms of Marcus Powers. “You need to leave my house right now”,I said. “This is her house too”,he replied. “Look man, I've asked you politely to leave before this entire situation gets out of hand”,I pleaded. “Is everything alright?”, Mrs. Berjeron said. Marcus was 6'4 and not a small guy. “I just want Taneisha to be happy”,he said. “Its over Cortez”, Taneisha exclaimed. I reached for my glock and pointed it directly toward this man's head. “What are you doing?”,Taneisha yelled. “I'm calling the police”,Mrs. Bergeron said. “So you are going to shoot me?”,Marcus asked jokingly. I demanded that he leave my property immediately. “Hey man I'll leave but she's coming with me”, he said. This guy was a real piece of work. He headed for the Uhaul truck. “Why must you be like this?” Taneisha asked. She was crying hysterically. Before I knew it, Marcus had returned from the Uhaul truck and proceeded to grab my wife's arm. “She's not going anywhere”,I said. I reach for my glock and tell him to release her arm. Marcus then pulled a gun from inside his jacket and pointed it at me. “No you guys please don't do this”,Taniesha yells. I hear police sirens. “Let the lady go”, Marcus demanded. “She's my wife”,I said. “The police are here”,Mrs. Bergeron yells. Everything happened so fast. Several police cars swoop up into the driveway. “Put the weapons down!”,an officer yells. Several shots are fired. One person is shot and lying on the ground. One person is being handcuffed and apprehended by the authorities. One person is screaming and crying hysterically as neighbors, news media, law enforcement, and paramedics quickly arrive at the scene.

 


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