By Your Side [II]Kennedy Where the hell did he go Kennedy thought as she came out of the bathroom. As soon as she found out it was crazy ass Desmond who called, she got up to use the bathroom and when she came out she heard the front door slam. Furious that he left with out letting her get her nut she called to see what all the chaos was about, but all she got was his voicemail. “Rome baby where did you go? You left me with my kitty purring hurry up and get back to me. Love you.” Although she was mad he didn't pick up she knew he was probably getting Desmond out of some trouble. That's the kind of guy he was. Whenever someone close to him needed anything they called Roman because they knew he would be there. Kennedy turned off the lights and got back in the bed in an attempt to go back to sleep, remembering the day they met. She felt him staring at her when he got out of his truck. Although she didn't want to seem desperate she felt that passion as soon as he touched her hand. It's funny because Tish told her not to talk to Rome. She later found out that was because Tish wanted him for herself. But who didn't want Roman Lewis? Not only was he an NFLer, he was absolutely beautiful. His eyes were shaped like almonds and he had this dark brown complexion, with two of the deepest dimples you'd ever see. He was tall, had nice teeth and could dress his ass off. Kennedy cried and cried the night he proposed to her. She couldn't believe she was going to have Roman Lewis for a husband. One thing about her though, she wasn't around just because he had that guape, because Ms Kennedy had her own. She was a model and traveled around the world. Every editor wanted her on their magazine cover and designers wanted her on their runway. Granted she didn't have that Tyra Banks cheddar, but she was definitely holding her own. She just auditioned to be a Victoria’s Secret model and was awaiting the results. As she waited and waited for Roman to call her back she got restless and fell asleep.
Roman
As Rome handed the keys to his 2009 CLS 550 over to the Valet he darted into the hotel lobby. “OH MY GOODNESS..LOOK IT'S ROMAN LEWIS!” He heard a white guy yell. Damn why do the fans always do that, he thought to himself. Not one to be rude to his admirers he turned, smiled and waved. The guy ran up to him and asked for a picture. He quickly flipped open his phone, put his arm around Roman's neck and snapped the flick. “Gee thanks Roman, my boys will never believe this, man the season is going great. I hope we go to the Super Bowl. Good luck man.” “Thank you my dude and have a good night.” Roman replied! Walking over to the elevators he illuminated to UP arrow and waited for the doors to open, greeting the concierge he said “eighth floor please!” Roman exited the elevator and strolled to room 804. He quickly knocked and a distraught Desmond opened the door.
“Diddles are you alright man?” Roman asked as he walked into the suite and closed the door. Desmond gave him a brotherly hug and began sobbing on Romans shoulder. “Man, Rome, Phoenix is gonna leave me man, I just know she is. You know I love her with all my heart.” Roman tried to think of some comforting words, “Didd maybe she won’t leave you, maybe she just needs time, but first tell me what happened.” Desmond stopped crying on Roman and sulked over to the bed, where he flopped down on it’s edge. Wiping tears from his face he began to tell Roman the events of his crazy night.
Desmond
Cruising down I-95, Desmond couldn’t wait to get home to his wife. He’d had a long day at practice. Coach had them there since 11 o’clock this morning and It was now 8:30 pm. It’s only right though because they had a home game on Sunday against their ival the Dallas Cowboys! Man Philly fans went off whenever they played the boys or cowgirls as they call them. Exiting of the expressway Desmond decided to stop and grab some dinner for them. He wanted to wine and dine his wifey tonight. They hadn’t been spending much time together since she opened up her salon. So he thought he would get her favorite catfish and grits from Warmdaddy’s. After waiting a whole half hour for the food Des called Phoenix to let her know he was on his way with hot Warmdaddy’s. “You’ve reached Des and Phoenix we aren’t available at the moment so leave a brief message and we’ll check ya later!” “Damn she isn’t home yet” he thought out loud “maybe she’s still at the shop.” Instead of calling her cell Desmond decided to go home and wait for his wife. After setting up the table all romantic-like it was 45 minutes past nine. Des couldn’t believe Phoenix wasn’t home yet, he called her cell to see where she was, he got no answer and left a message telling her he was home waiting on her.
About an hour later Phoenix still hadn’t called him back, so he ate his food hopped in the shower and stretched out on the sofa to watch some movies. Desmond must have dozed off because he was awakened by a crack to his skull. He jumped up “what the fuck?” Next thing he knew he was being smashed in the face with the Urn that contained his mother’s ashes. The porcelain cracked on his head and ashes were everywhere. Everything was happening so fast he barely had time to react. “YOU TRIFLING BASTARD, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” he heard Phoenix yell. “WHAT baby? what are you talking about.” After shaking off that hit from the Urn Desmond regained his composure and ran over to his wife who was now on the floor crying hysterically. Phoenix looked a mess her hair was all over the place and her eyes were bloodshot red. “Phoenix what the hell is wrong with you, why the fuck did u break my mama’s Urn. Before I go the fuck off about that you need to explain why I’m waking up to you acting all crazy!”
Phoenix got up and ran into the den/office, with Desmond following behind. Gathering a bunch of papers she threw them at him “YOU SICK FUCK, I FOUND OUT ABOUT YOUR LITTLE SECRET!” Picking up the papers Desmond’s heart fell into his stomach he knew what she was talking about before he even looked at them. “Didn’t think I would find out huh, you dick sucking bastard! YOU’RE A FUCKING FAGGOT!” Now although Desmond dabbed in male-to-male activities, he couldn’t stand being called a faggot. Phoenix continued “Bet you didn’t u know, Desmond, that the little 21 year old boy you tried to take back to your room when you were in DC last month, yea remember him? James? Well that is Simone’s nephew. He is a junior at Howard, and didn’t recognize you as my husband until Simone sent him pictures of her birthday party we attended!” Phoenix paused to read her husbands body language all he could do was stand there with his head down like a bad little puppy. “I didn’t want to believe her so I did some research on my own. I hired an investigator,” she continued while pulling pictures out of her desk, “see, he caught you and your lover going to different hotels and shit. And these papers are all of the emails and instant messages you and him sent back and forth to each other.” Desmond was speechless! Not only had she found out about his affairs, but she had proof how could he deny it? “Phoenix, listen I’m sorry about all of this, its just.. I just..” He couldn’t find the right words to say. Phoenix ran into the kitchen and pulled a butcher knife out of the drawer and charged at Desmond. She must of forgot he was a pro-quarterback and was used to dodging people. He grabbed Phoenix from behind and had her in a bear hug pleading over and over and telling her how sorry he was. “Babe I didn’t want you to find out this way, I was going to end it, it was just something I tried because I over-heard one of my team mated talking about it. I promise you it was just a fling. I love you and only you!” Half of what he said was true, he did love Phoenix, aside from football, she was his everything!
“Desmond you better let me go, I hate you,” she cried. “You don’t love me you love dick and sleeping with men, get the fuck off of me. I want a divorce, get off of me NOW!” Feeling defeated he let her go, she ran upstairs and before she slammed the bedroom door, she screamed “Get your ass-eating, ball-licking behind out of my house!” All Desmond could do was fall to the floor and cry. How could he let this happen. There were only two people besides himself that knew he lived a double life, and that was his best friend Roman, and his lover Ryan! And if Roman would have never caught him and Ryan having sex, he wouldn’t have known either. Desmond knew he could confide in Roman so he believed his secret was safe. He got up off the floor and looked at the mess that was in his living room. He couldn’t believe Phoenix broke his mother’s Urn. She knew how much that meant to him. His mom was all he had growing up, and was excited that her only child was going to play professional football. She died the day after he was drafted. Searching for his cell phone all Desmond could do was call his boy Rome.
Roman sat there unable to speak. He too could not believe Phoenix discovered her man was on the DL. Damn was all he kept thinking. Although he felt for his friend Roman was a little relieved that the secret was out, it was hard for him to keep that to himself especially since he told his fiancée damn near everything. He looked at his friend as he pulled an envelope out of his coat pocket. “Diddles what is this?” Roman asked as Desmond handed the long white envelope to him. “Phoenix threw this down the stairs.” On the front “HIV Results” was written. “Rome, I am too afraid to open that shit man. Whenever I was with Ryan I used protection, all accept one time, no twice. Man if I have HIV yo I might as well kill myself!” “Aye Des, calm down, if you want me to open it I will.” Roman reluctantly stated. “Rome please! Man open it and just shout it out.” “Ok!” Roman began to tear open the envelope.
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