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  Hubby vs Bae

  Solae Dehvine

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  Copyright © 2018 by Solae Dehvine

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  Contents

  Titles By Solae

  1. Titus

  2. Kisha

  3. Morris

  4. Titus

  5. Kisha

  6. Morris

  7. Kisha

  8. Titus

  9. Kisha

  10. Morris

  11. Kisha

  12. Morris

  13. Kisha

  14. Morris

  15. Titus

  16. Kisha

  17. Titus

  One Year Later

  Untitled

  Titles By Solae

  Abducted By Lust

  AdDickted

  A Side Chick Scorned

  Between a Wife and a Side Chick

  Cuffing Season

  Cost of Love

  Hubby Vs. Bae

  Live From The Gutter

  Love Lock Down 1

  Main Chick vs Side Bitch 1

  Main Chick vs Side Bitch 2

  Main Chick Vs Side Bitch 3

  Main Chick vs Side Bitch Complete

  Pay for Play

  Shades of the Projects

  Side Chick Memoir

  Seduced By A Thug

  Sex and Shade

  What’s Done In The Dark 1

  What’s Done in the Dark 2

  What’s Done in the Dark 3

  What’s Done in the Dark 4

  What’s Done in the Dark 5

  What’s Done in the Dark Compilation

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  Titus

  Wedding day. I had been dreading this day as soon as he asked me to be his best man, but I couldn’t say no. Now with the church filled and the music playing all I could think about was her.

  All these years later I could still feel her pussy wrapped around my dick. Like a soft juicy cocoon; I used to fuck the shit out of her every chance I got.

  Skipping school, in the school library, and even sometimes behind the vacant buildings around her house. But that was ages ago when we were kids, back when we were young and dumb. Then life happened and we fell apart.

  We broke up like teenagers do. She moved on and went to college and I did too, and when I came back shit was completely different.

  Now my worst nightmare was coming true.

  “Here she comes.” Someone whispered, and the music changed to here comes the bride.

  We watched the doors open and Kisha flow down the aisle in the all-white dress. Him as the groom and me as the best man, but the only thing I could think of was this chick was supposed to be marrying me.

  The church was full as I stood by my boy, but while my mind was on her, his mind was in the clouds.

  “Shit, it's over with, man. Now I gotta let all the hoes go.” He whispered to me nudging me in the side. Only if he knew I would have gladly let go of every bitch in the universe just to be with her again. “Well not all of them.” He laughed and I smiled, but I didn’t see shit funny. He didn’t know what he had, but I did.

  Kisha was a good woman, gorgeous, smart, body like out of a magazine, and here this nigga was thinking about hoes. Only if I could have her back, go back in time and never move away for those few years he would have never had a chance.

  But I couldn’t talk to my boy about that. Me and Kisha never were in his eyes, and that is the way I had to keep it, but watching her look so damn good. None of my bitches ever amounted to her.

  She made it to the front, he took her hand, and I shed a tear. This was supposed to be me. The music stopped and the pastor started talking, but I couldn’t hear a thing. I stared off trying to keep my hands still and not think of all those nights we had.

  How I used to have her bent over my car hood, fucking her out in the open where anyone could see. All of that adrenaline mixed with no fear back then made for the best sex I ever had in my life.

  “You have a love that should never be broken.” The Pastor cut into my thoughts as I tried not to look at her. We had a love that shouldn’t have been broken once.

  “If anyone has a reason why these two shouldn’t be joined in matrimony. Speak now or forever hold your peace.” I heard the words; this was my chance. Turning I looked at her, the woman that was supposed to be my bride, and got ready to reclaim my place.

  Kisha

  “Marriage is a wonderful thing not to be taken lightly.” The pastor went over our vows, but I already had this entire service memorized. I just wanted to get to the point where I said I do and officially would become Mrs. Kisha Thompson.

  The road to get here hadn’t been easy, but I weathered all the bullshit deserving every fucking carat that was in this ring on my finger.

  Today was the day, the one I had waited months for, dieted to fit in a dress, and spent thousands to make my dream a reality. Now standing across from me was the man of my dreams, his eyes on me.

  “If anyone has reason why these two shouldn’t be married speak now or forever hold your peace.” No one ever said anything during these times; me and Morris both looked out over the crowd, but no one said a thing.

  I’ve wanted this my entire life with all eyes on me walking down the aisle. The perfect song playing and me in all white with my husband to be with tears in his eyes. It was all a fairy tale and I knew when I said these two words that my life was going to completely changed.

  Everything we had been through for the last few years was all worth it. Looking into his eyes, with everyone we knew around us, everything felt right until I looked back into the church and saw her face.

  I looked back into the crowd winking at my Momma and was just about to turn back around when I saw her. In the back she stood by the door. Blinking a few times she was still there.

  “Do you Kisha Green take Morris Thompson to be your lawfully wedded husband.”

  She was smiling, standing in the back by the door was the bitch I hated more than anything else in the world. I blinked, but she was still there smiling like she knew something that I didn’t.

  “Kisha…”

  “Yes…” I swung my head back around looking at the pastor, but his eyes said it all. Wide-eyed looking from me to Morris. He cleared his throat giving me a second to think.

  “Do you take Morris to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Looking at Morris I could tell he had no idea, he was still smiling looking at me like nothing else mattered. The wedding was invitation only and there was no way I had invited his baby momma.

  “Baby, you okay?” Morris whispered, but I wasn’t okay. What was that bitch doing here? She better not mess up my wedding, but it was no time for me to say all those things.

  Everybody was staring at me.

  “Yes. Yes, I do.” I smiled back.” Everyone was clapping, my smile stretched across my face, but I felt that bitch's eyes on me.

  “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” We kissed, finally as man and wife the church exploding in a roar of screams, claps, and hollering as I walked down the aisle hand and hand with my husband. I looked around for her not seeing the bitch anywhere, but I could feel something evil around. But instead of going crazy I laughed as everyone clapped for us smiling as I looked into their faces, but I kept my eyes peeled for that bitch.

  I’m gonna ruin your day, bitch. He’s always going to be mine. She said it a million times and now I was starting to believe her.

  “You okay?” Lea was at
my side, my best friend, maid of honor, and she knew everything I had been through.

  “I think I saw her.”

  “Who?” Lea asked, but I didn’t have a second to explain without someone coming to hug or congratulate us. My sons were right at my side as always pulling on my dress asking me questions like I didn’t just get married.

  “Momma, can you get them please?”

  I’m gonna shoot you ass if you marry him, bitch. I heard her words bouncing around my head as I shook hands and hugged people that I didn’t even know.

  “Morris, I…”

  “Baby, I love you. We did it.” He kissed me, but before I could tell him we were getting dragged away.

  “Okay, stand in line for pictures.” My friends said everything about this day would be about everyone else, and they weren’t lying. Standing outside the church in the hot sun we took picture after picture with no time to even take a breath.

  “Okay, just the bride and bridesmaids.” Morris left me, his hand now out of mine, but all I wanted to do was be next to him.

  “Smile, Kisha. This is your day.” I did as I was told as the photographer put us in a million different poses. Me standing behind the girls, me in front of the girls, me sitting as the girls stood, and vice versa.

  “All right, what about the bride and the parents of the bride?” That was fine, but I was looking for the groom.

  “Where did Morris go?” I grabbed Lea, my maid of honor.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Mrs. Thompson.” My mother in law called out my name. “Oh baby, I’m so happy.” She hugged me, but this wasn’t the tune she was singing before. She had said she was anything but happy.

  “At least he married one of y’all.” She laughed, but I didn’t find that shit funny. My boys were right behind he.

  “Okay, one with the bride and the sons.” We did some cute poses. Me kneeling down to get kisses on the cheek from my loves, but Morris was still nowhere to be seen.

  “Alright, let's do some more…” I had to break away. I needed to talk to Morris and tell him what the fuck I saw.

  “Let’s pause. Let me go find my husband.” Everyone smiled and laughed.

  “Mommy... Mommy.”

  “Ma, take the boys next door. I’ll be right there.” The last time I saw Morris he was walking back into the church.

  “Okay everyone, the reception is in the church recreation building next door.” I heard Lea as I got back in the church.

  “Has anyone seen Morris?”

  “Yeah, I think he’s in the basement.”

  My train in my hand I walked down to the basement. I heard someone talking.

  “But I love you.”

  “I told you I’m married now.” I heard Morris talking.

  “If you don’t love me just say it.”

  “Look, Rena…”

  “Just tell me you don’t love me.” I stood back waiting for Morris to check this bitch, but as I peeked around the corner I didn’t hear that.

  “Look I... I do love you, but I’m going to be moving. I gotta get this money, and I’m married now.” What was he talking about moving?

  “You should have married me. You know you don’t love her.”

  I was tired of this bitch, but I stayed quiet waiting to hear what Morris would say.

  “Look, I love both of y’all, but shit, I had to pick one of you.” I felt sick. I couldn’t make it around the corner quick enough, but it was too late.

  She had her lips on my husband, his arms around her. On our wedding day, in my dress I watched my husband kiss another woman. The ink wasn’t even dry on our wedding license, yet.

  I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t find my voice. This couldn’t be real; it had to be a dream. My husband was kissing another woman on our wedding day.

  Morris

  I get this bitch the dream-wedding, buy her a big ass ring, and she still isn’t happy.

  “So, you just not gonna talk to me?” She played silent treatment all the way through the reception. Spending most of her time in the bathroom crying and throwing up. We told everybody that she was just sick and not feeling well. I begged her to talk to me, told her it was just a mistake, but even now in the hotel room with just me and her she wasn’t speaking to me.

  “Kisha... Kish…”

  “What the fuck do you want me to say?”

  “I want you to say something.”

  “Why don’t you tell me why you were kissing that bitch?” I couldn’t tell her why, it just fucking happened. “You can’t tell me that, can you?”

  “I already told you. She kissed me.”

  “So you kissed her back?”

  “I mean…”

  “You mean what?” I didn’t know what the fuck I meant and no way that I could spin this shit would it come out right.

  “So, you fucking that bitch again?”

  “No... I told you I was done with her.

  “Then why the fuck was she at my wedding?”

  “Kish…” She was in my face before I could stand up.

  “Kish nothing. Why the fuck was that bitch at my wedding?” She moved her hand like she was going to hit me.

  “Man, get the fuck back, man.”

  “Or what…”

  “Don’t start that bullshit.”

  “I shouldn’t have even married yo ass. I should have left you in the fucking projects where I found yo hoe ass.”

  “Bitch, who you talking to?”

  “Who the fuck you callin a bitch?”

  “Man... Look. I’m going out.” She stepped in front of me stopping me from going out the door blocking my way pushing me back.

  “Don’t put your fucking hands on me.”

  “Why did you kiss her? What’s this shit about moving, and why does this bitch know before me, your wife?”

  “I…” Before I could say it she slapped me so hard I felt blood in my mouth.

  “Bitch…” I grabbed her ass and was about to slap her, but instead I pushed her to the ground.

  “I will kill you ass in here, you know that?” I put my fist to her face, just about to punch her when I looked into her tear filled eyes.

  “So, you’re going to hit me?” I didn’t say a word, instead I walked out the door and slammed it behind me. If I stayed in that room any longer I was going to kill her ass. Now I needed a way out, someone to come get me, and there was only one person who I could call.

  “Titus, man. Shit is all bad, my dude.” I called him walking through the lobby still in my fucking tuxedo and sucking my lip, so it wouldn’t bleed down my chin. This was supposed to be my wedding night. I was supposed to be upstairs making love to my wife and enjoying the release of my new cd that dropped, but instead I was thinking about divorce only a few hours after saying I do.

  “Wassup, my dude? What you mean, man?”

  “This bitch doesn’t appreciate shit. I got a week long honeymoon and just spent racks on this lavish ass wedding and she upstairs tripping.”

  “Whoa whoa, man... What the fuck is…” I cut his ass off. I didn’t have time to explain. I wanted to be the fuck out of here now.

  “Come get me, man. I’m done with this marriage shit. I’m getting a divorce.” I didn’t know if it was possible, but I was cutting this shit short before it even got started.

  “Holdup, man.” I felt my mouth, and the blood on my hand made me wanna go back up to that hotel and slap that bitch just like she did me.

  “Yo, calm down, man.”

  “Come get me NOW, man. I’m gonna kill this bitch.” And I meant every word of it.

  “Aight aight... I’m on my way.” I hoped my boy would get on a plane and fly; if he took too long I was gonna be going to jail for murder, all on my wedding night.

  Titus

  I was drunk, probably not the best person to talk to about staying married to a chick that was supposed to marry me, but here I was outside their hotel room talking this nigga into staying married.

  Being a barber i
t was like being a therapist, and for some reason my clients all thought they could come talk to me about all of their problems. Being that me and Moe got close, and he was now rising up in the music world I let him bend my ear from time to time. We were cool and making money together, so I listened to it all shaking my head as he screamed and hollered.

  “Man, I’m just gonna leave it alone, man. I’m gonna divorce her.” I wanted to laugh at this nigga. Just a few hours ago he was in a church crying talking about how much he loved this woman, and now here he was ready to let this shit go.

  “You trippin, man.”

  “Me... I’m tripping. You see my motherfucking mouth?” I looked at it again as he turned. His lip was a little swollen, but that wasn’t shit compared to what he would have done if he was in her shoes.

  “Man, if you would have seen her kissing her baby daddy you would have tried to kill her ass.” He didn’t say shit, just looking off, but he knew I was right.

  “Be real. What if you came down the stairs and caught her kissing her baby daddy?”

  “I am her baby daddy.”

  “Be real man. For real.”

  “Nigga, you know what I would have done.”

  “Just say it.”

  “I would have killed both of they ass.” He laughed, but I knew my boy too well. He had a temper, and with the snap of his fingers he could be pissed off about anything.

  “So... What you gonna do?”

  “I told you, man, I’m done. It’s either we get divorced now or I kill that bitch.” I just shook my head, thinking about Kisha and how happy she looked today.

  “That’s not a good idea, my dude. I think you should try to make it work.”