Page 3 of The Love Bully
“Aye, what’s that right there?” Jet asked. He pointed at a piece of paper taped to the window on the side of the door.
Orion pulled it down to open it. He recognized Marsha’s handwriting immediately. His eyes scanned the letter before he actually read it.
Orion,
Here we are at a crossroad that I hope we’d never be at. I wanted so badly to think that we could get through this, but my mind and heart know better. If you’re reading this then you know that the locks on the house have been changed. I need some time away from you and all of this. I need you to pick up Euri from day care and keep him for a week. Please just give me grace in this heartbreak.
I will never keep you from your son. When I get back, we will further discuss how we will co-parent. I know you have a place to stay, so I assume that you will be there.
I love you so much, Orion. This decision not to be with you doesn’t mean that I love you any less. It just means that I love myself more.
I will talk to you when I get back
-Marsha
A tear splashed on the paper before he smacked the next tear away. She really left him. He never thought that he would see the day that she left him. When he turned around, Jet had an expression of sympathy. He warned his friend continuously about his faithfulness to Marsha. He knew it would all come to a head at some point.
There was no need to stand there like an idiot at a door that he no longer had access to. Jet followed him back to the car. The honeycomb hideout that Orion rented was less than fifteen minutes away. He shook his head when the key in that door worked as he thought about the key to the house he really wanted to be at, not working.
The second he crossed the threshold, he stopped. His face tightened. The apartment was open concept, so from the door, you could see into the kitchen. Covered pans on the counter baffled him because they weren’t there when he left. Jett beat him to the counter to uncover the pans.
His head popped up. “Bro, Marsha is diabolical, and my heart truly hurts for you. This is a pan of mild and garlic parmesan wings, and the other pan is her potato balls. Hold on, what is this?”
He lifted a piece of paper that was on the counter in front of the pans. He read in silence. Now there was a sense of pity on his face. “She said that she fixed some sweet tea and lemonade that’s in the fridge. Also, your clothes and things from the house are folded and put away.”
Nah, there’s no way that she came in here and put my stuff up.The fact that Marsha knew about his place blew him. He walked to his bedroom and pulled open the closet door where nothing should have been. Now it was full of his wardrobe that once hung in the home he shared with his love.
Damn, this couldn’t be how it ended. This was not how he would let it end. Orion knew since he was a teenager that Marshawould be the woman that he married and got old with. None of that would change in his mind. It would just take longer to get to the goal.
Marsha had shown herself poised in the calm of the storm. Now she had presented him with the actual storm. He was hurt, but he also knew that after every storm there was a rebuilding period. He would be patient because the rebuilding would happen if it was the last thing done with his living breath.
Present Day. . .
“Fuck, Orion! Right there! You better not fuckin’ stop,” I said between moans as my baby daddy knocked my walls loose from the back.
It had been over thirty years, and I couldn’t get this man out of my system completely. It was a gift and a curse because I loved him, but the hurt still ran deep all these years later. I thought about therapy but said fuck that shit.
Orion stroked me at an angle which wasn’t needed. The curve in his dick was angle enough. It was what kept him in trouble and kept me from succumbing to his insistence for us to be together. We were both over fifty and couldn’t get this love shit together, I swear.
“Fuck, Marsh! Your pussy gets better with age. Do that pussy beat box thing on my dick that I love,” he requested.
I rolled my eyes, but I did as he asked. I knew that it was the best way to get his ass to nut. There was this horrible assumption that after fifty, your libido and stamina went to hell. I could admit that fucking Orion was like being in the fifth realm of pleasure hell because his ass could fuck with the best of the late twenty- and thirty-year-olds. Trust me, I knew.
I used my muscles to work my pussy out on his dick. Less than a few minutes later, he let it all go. My body matched his with a complementing nut.
Orion and I were not together, but we had sex a lot. After I broke up with him shortly after finding out about Kisa and Gia, I didn’t have sex with him for almost two years. It took so much discipline to do so. I needed to stay away from him, but he made that almost impossible.
He demanded that he come over every night to put his boy to bed. That was a ritual I didn’t want to break that. Euri shouldn’t have to be punished because of decisions his parents made. Orion would come over, put our baby to sleep, then try to hold conversation. It was hard for me to break the habit of cooking to make sure he ate, but I did, eventually.
Eventually, when he came over, I would lock myself in my bedroom until he left. If I didn’t, I would have let that good dick of a whore put it anywhere he wanted to.
“Fuck, Marsh!” He plopped down on the bed next to me with shallow breaths. With his eyes on me, he said, “You’re lucky that uterus is missing. I woulda been put another baby in you.”
My face tightened. “Orion, you sound crazy. Did you forget that your soldiers have retired? Even if I had a uterus, your soldiers have no guns.”
He gazed at my face for a second before he laughed. “Marsha, the only reason I got a vasectomy was because you had ahysterectomy. Once all chances were gone to put a baby in you, then my soldiers didn’t need fuckin’ guns. No one else was getting these good enrichment seeds.”
I found out a few years ago that he had a vasectomy three months after I had a medically necessary hysterectomy. The only reason I found out about it was because a Barbara-Lee bitch felt the need to tell me that she was pregnant with his baby. He told me about his procedure to prove that he wasn’t the child’s father. I thought the timing of his surgery was weird, but this was the first time that he admitted that he had it because of my surgery.
