Page 2 of Tell Me You Love Me Again

“We will be.” She smirked.

“Bet. I’ll call you in the morning. Let me get in here and clean up.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“Tell me that shit again,” I demanded.

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, Snook.”

I hung up with my wife and went to go take my shower. Tomorrow couldn’t get here fast enough.

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I got up the next morning and handled my hygiene before I packed my stuff and got ready to head home. I ordered an Uber to take me to my truck since I had to have it sent to the nearest yard to replace that expensive ass tire. Once I got there, I was going non-stop until I got back to New Grove and my wife. The Uber arrived twenty minutes later and drove me the fifteen miles to pick my truck up. When I got there, it was quiet, and I appreciated it. I didn’t have to wait or be bothered with any unnecessary distractions.

“Ahh, Gabe. My man. I got you all squared away. It was six-fifty. I went ahead and charged the card on file,” Davis informed me. We always tried to make connections in the towns we traveled through, just in case of shit like this. If I had to get it towed somewhere else or back, I would’ve been out of much more than that.

“’Preciate that Davis. My wife almost bit my head off because I had to stay an extra day.” I joked but was serious at the same time.

“Trust me, I know the feeling. I can’t have my brothers out here like that. Here. Get home to your wife and take care.” He handed me my keys, and I was set to go. After doing my own inspection of things, I was satisfied and got my ass on the road.It would be around seven when I got home, and I didn’t have one second to spare. I missed my fuckin’ wife and couldn’t wait to lay my eyes and everything else on her ass.

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I got back to New Grove, a little ahead of schedule. The roads were empty, and I took full advantage of that shit. I was at the yard parking my truck and noticed that Gary was at the loading dock. After grabbing my things out of my truck, I trekked in his direction.

“Wassup, bro. I see you finally got yo’ ass back,” He quipped.

“Hell yeah. I ate that muthafuckin’ road up trying to get back.” We both shared a laugh because there wasn’t one lie being told. “How long y’all been out here?” I asked. I noticed him and one of our employees, Nard, were loading up a truck.

“’Bout thirty minutes.”

“Aight. Let me put this in my truck and I’ll help y’all boys. Might as well speed the process up so we can all go home.” Once I put my things up, I went back to help my boys knock this work out. The quicker we knock this shit out, the quicker I can get home and knock my wife’s walls down. Just thinking about it gave me an extra boost of energy. I hope she was ready for me when I got there because I ain’t coming up off of her until the next morning.

Chiara “Chi (Key)” Hastings

It was another day that I’ve been home alone, and Gabe was on the road…again. He says he’s working to secure our future, but does that have to mean neglecting me in the process? I’m his wife and I should come first. I mean, I get he has to work, but that shouldn’t take away from our marriage. He insisted that I be a stay-at-home wife, so my sole income is based off of his. I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but I would like to have some time with my husband to enjoy our marriage. We’ve been married for three years and sometimes it feels like I’m married to a stranger. It hasn’t always been like this, though. Things didn’t really change until earlier this year. I don’t know what made things change, but I’m ready for them to go back to normal.

“So, you think he’s cheating on you?” My sister Chiquita asked. I was currently on the phone with her, having another one of my rants about Gabe. I hate to admit but these are becoming way too frequent, but she never complains. She just listens to me do it.

“I can’t honestly say. He’s on the road sometimes for weeks at a time. We may have video sex, but I know he wants the real thing. Hell, I want the real thing.”

“I think y’all need to take a trip so that you can decompress and get back on track. You both need it. Doesn’t he come home today?”

“He does,” I confirmed.

“Well, I say take your ass in there and cook your husband a bomb ass dinner. Light some candles, and put on your sluttiest outfit. Feed him, then fuck him. It doesn’t have to be in that order, but it needs to be done. After you’ve filled his belly and snatched his soul. Suggest the trip. You know men agree to anything after they bust a good nut.” We shared a laugh because it was all facts. I got Gabe to agree to building me my dream house after I had his dick down my throat. I haven’t gotten the house yet, so that would be a reason I was skeptical about trying again. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try, though. I mean, it still guaranteed me sex with my husband and that was always a plus.

“I think I’ll give that a try. I still have a few hours before he’s due home. I’ll go run to the grocery store real quick and come back and get everything set for tonight. Thanks for listening to me complain for the millionth time without judging me.”

“No problem, sis. That’s what I’m here for.” We hung up with each other and I went back upstairs to put on something more presentable to go outside in. My current attire of booty cut spandex shorts and a tank top wasn’t going to work. I may have been in my feelings, but I wasn’t stupid. If Gabe caught wind of me going outside like this, he wouldn’t hesitate to knock my head between the washer and dryer. I wouldn’t blame him either.

Going into my closet, I found a cute burgundy sweatsuit that I ordered from SHEIN and slipped it on. It was early October in New Grove and today fall decided to show up. After slipping myfeet into a pair of burgundy and white Dunks, I redid my locs into a bun and was ready to go.

“Where the hell is my purse?” I said aloud. Noticing it wasn’t in the room, I went back downstairs and found it in the kitchen. Grabbing it and my keys, I headed out the door of our townhouse and into my new champagne colored 2023 Audi a6. It was a gift from Gabe last month for my birthday. I know some people may think that I’m ungrateful, but I would rather have more time with my husband any day over the gifts. Yeah, he brought me a car on my birthday, but he had loads scheduled that whole week and we didn’t actually celebrate until a week later. He had the car delivered on my actual birthday, but it wasn’t the same sharing my reaction over a FaceTime call. These were the things that I couldn’t seem to get through to him.

On the drive to the store, I trekked down memory lane back to when Gabe and I first met. It had to be the hottest day in hell, and my car decided to break down. Good thing I was close enough to a gas station. I was about to call my father to come and pick me up and have my car towed to his shop, but Gabe walked up to me and offered to help me before I had the chance.

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