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“You mean that?” Sur questioned, giving me deeper strokes.

I clenched my pussy muscles on him, making us tense from the pressure.

“Yes. I do mean it, Surtain.”

“That’s my girl. You’re mine, Dom. All mine. You hear me?”

“Ooh. Ahh! Yes! I do, baby.”

Sur and I made love until the wee hours of the morning. I wasn’t sure how we’d make it right with Lai. What I did know was that I was not giving up this good man.

13

Laila “Lai”

Dom’s perspective made me take a hard look at myself. Was I a selfish person? Had I treated Sur selfishly all this time? I felt terrible. All I wanted was to live in my truth, but the first taste of consistent pussy I got, something in me unlocked. Pussy became a flavor I craved all the time now—Dom’s preferably. How did I now navigate my marriage? What about our poly relationship? Something had to give. It was Tuesday, and I was on my lunch break. I decided it was time for Sur and me to talk.

We’d been cordial but not affectionate in any way. Days had passed since we’d actually talked, though. That wasn’t us at all. Sur spent his free time either with Dom or alone in the living room. I was over that nonsense. I missed my husband and companion. After I grabbed our food, I drove to Saint Rush Sinai Hospital where Sur worked. I found the closest parking spot to the entrance. I felt hopeful. There were quite a few solutions I bounced around in my head as I headed to his office.

I was almost sure he’d be open to them. Sur was a reasonable man. He never held grudges. We always talked and worked outour issues. This time shouldn’t be any different. I waved at his assistant then knocked on the door to his office.

“Come in,” Sur commanded in his deep voice.

I opened the door then stepped inside. Sur’s glasses were on, and he was focused intently on his computer screen until he looked up and noticed it was me.

He smirked and removed his glasses. “Well, this is a surprise.”

“If you’re busy, I can come back.”

“Nonsense. Take a seat, and make yourself comfortable,” Sur directed.

“Okay.” I strolled over to the chair across from him. “How’s your day going?”

“It’s going pretty good. How about your day?”

“So, so,” I replied.

I removed a tray of food from the bag then handed it to him. He accepted it happily. I removed mine then took a seat. Sur led us in a quick grace. We dove into our food. Sur had a nice ’90s R&B playlist going. It took me back to the days when I was just a girl flirting with the idea of liking girls. When I turned ten, I had my first kiss with a girl. Xscape’s “Who Can I Run To” played from a nearby car. It was one of my fondest memories to this day.

Sur and I sat in a comfortable silence until we were done with our food and drinks. I sat back against the chair and looked at him.

“I came here to reconcile with you. I don’t like that we’re in this funk. We would’ve worked it out by now,” I stated, peering at him.

He nodded his head. “Yeah, we would’ve worked it out by now. Unfortunately, circumstances are different. This situation is difficult. You’re a full lesbian now, and I want a wife.”

I exhaled. “I’m sorry that things played out this way. I really am, but I feel that you wanting to be married to Dom instead of me is wild.”

Sur scoffed and shook his head. “Lai, do you hear yourself right now? This entire marriage has been built on your wants and needs. Everything I do is for you. It always been about you. Now, when I sit back and reflect, my needs and wants ain’t been met in years. I’ve spent years going into overdrive to make you happy, and to be honest, you’re not totally to blame. It’s my fault for not being vocal enough.”

“I get it, Sur. I promise I do. Why can’t we stay married and continue how we’ve been?” I quizzed, resting my elbows on my knees.

“I’m unfulfilled in this marriage. I’ve done just about everything I can to make you happy. Now, it’s time to make myself happy. I have a kid coming into this world. I’d prefer for him or her not to come into this world out of wedlock.”

“When did you decide that?”

“The moment I realized you genuinely didn’t want me anymore. That’s if you ever did. Tell me something. Have I been a cover for you all this time?”

I remained silent and diverted my eyes to the floor.

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