Gage (Men of Honor 1)

But I digress. Lisa like I said is a good friend, but she’s another one of those please everybody types. I have no doubt Donna had worked on her to get her to let her into their little circle.

I could just imagine my baby’s surprise when she shows up today. I hadn’t missed her sigh of relief or her extra pussy heat the night I told her as casually as possible that I no longer had to work with Donna.

Of course I made it seem like something I was saying in passing, just like any other of our after dinner conversations about my day. But I knew she’d been worried and I wanted her to know that she didn’t have anything to worry about.

You see my need to control shit isn’t only about me. It helps me stay on top of her and that way I notice every little thing. My whole purpose as a husband is to make her happy and remove anything from her life that fucks with her joy.

So why is this twit inviting herself to lunch with my wife? I checked my schedule and swore under my breath. I can’t get out of the meetings I have lined up for the day. If I could I would’ve had Holly cancel her lunch plans, go home, and keep her in bed for the rest of the day.

I still played around with the idea of cancelling no matter how important the meetings were. She was more important and though some might think I overreact when it comes to my wife, they can have no idea what it means to me to see to her every need.

When I was a young boy, I used to fear my parents getting a divorce. Not because of anything that went on in my home, but because most of my schoolmates were the products of broken homes and they were miserable little fucks.

When I was about seven I brought this fear to my mother’s attention and she in turn had dad sit me down to have our first real man to man talk. He explained to me that marriage was one of the most important things in a man or woman’s life. That it was something that needed nurturing just like any living, breathing thing.

Then he got me a bunny rabbit and told me to care for it and I’ll understand. Of course I didn’t know what the hell in the beginning, but as time went on I got it. I protected that damn animal with my life. Of course mom’s afternoon talks at the kitchen table while I had my after school milk and cookies helped a lot too.

It’s a wonder I didn’t turn into a pansy as much of a mama’s boy as I was, still am in fact. But getting things from a woman’s perspective at such a young age with the added benefit of a father who took the time to show me shit has been a big help.

I also saw the way they were with each other, how loving and kind. Even when they fought, I knew they loved each other. Although they never had screaming matches in front of me, ma did brain dad a time or two while I was in the room.

So all around I’d say I have a pretty well rounded view on the whole marriage game. That damn rabbit near broke my heart when she died years later, but I never forgot what she was supposed to represent.

Well, no way am I letting this nitwit beat me at my own game. She can have no idea how close to the edge she’s skating. Someone like her who’d married her way into money probably thinks she can have whatever she wants. I’ve told her in no uncertain terms that I’m not interested in what she’s selling but it looks like all my warnings just went right over her head.

It seems each time I think I’m one step ahead of her, or have gotten rid of her ass once, and for all she pulls another stunt. Just the thought of her being in the same room as my wife knowing what she’s up to makes me feel sick to my gut. The girl doesn’t deserve this bullshit just because some twat decided to set her sights on her husband.

Gage

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The good thing about this whole situation is that I saw her play a mile away from the first day. There was no point in burying my head in the sand about this shit. For whatever reason this trifling bitch was trying to get on my dick, which would mean breaking my wife’s heart and she was about to use a fake relationship with my baby to get to me. Fuck that!

I couldn’t head her off this time because of those meetings I have lined up, so I did the next best thing. I put in a call to my other favorite girl, the only other person I trust implicitly with my woman. “Ma, I need a favor.”