Cray was sitting at the restaurant that night, while people watching him. Being stood up by his wife was new to him but he doing it was normal. He called and called her cell but she didn't answer.
What she doing? He asked to himself. Glancing at his phone, but then sighing. It was a couple 's only day where the husbands treat their wives to dinner, if they didn't have a wife or a date, they had to leave. More people were coming in, and the one's that didn't have a date was taking up space for the one's that did.
Cray sighs in frustration. It was at the hotel where Malia was but he didn't know that. The same hotel that he saw his wife fucking in. It was an embarrassment to him. One of his colleagues saw him their by himself and sat with him as if that was his date.
What do we have here, a CEO by himself? Where is your wife? Asked the man. Greg fuck off! Greg waves his hands in the air mildly.
My bad but seriously where is your wife? Is she finally standing you up? What a woman! You would always joke about her being stupid enough to come to dinner when you wouldn't show and when she did. You would just laugh at her. So, what is all this pouting about? Order your shit and eat by your damn self. Greg said scraping the plate loudly.
People murmured amongst themselves. Your causing a scene. Said Cray.
"So, you ain't going to order no food?". Asked Greg with a snort-laugh that he withheld from his nose, while snot came out.
Your so embarrassing. Said Cray underneath his breathe.
No, what is embarrassing is that your ass all over social media, drugged up and tied up. Maybe Malia was trying to get you to pay for the humiliation that you caused her, through the time of your marriage, or you are just placing yourself in predicaments that you can't get yourself out of.
Cray snatched the phone from Greg, chewing some of his gum that he kept in his mouth for a while. He threw the phone down on to the table, where the dishes clashes together.
Don't get mad at the phone, dumbass. Get mad at the fact that you places yourself into this. Greg said.
Why doesn't this stuff ever happened to Malia? She is the one that wanted to get married, she was the one that a child, she was the one that wanted a life with me. I didn't ask her to settle , I didn't ask her for anything. She wanted this life.
And you didn't? asked Greg.
Hell, if honest. I only wanted one thing from her. Sex, Damn it. Said Cray
But yet, you brought a ring to get sex from her? Why didn't you just stand firmly as a man and say no, and just get sex somewhere else? It's easy, if your not ready to settle down, don't do so cause it will be your responsibility just as well as hers. What would you say? That she forced you to get married. Asked Greg
Anyway, Greg! Who posted that video? Asked Cray. Changing the subject so he wouldn't feel guilty about his regrets.
I don't know... Some Chinese women... I am not sure. Even though Greg was involved with posting his best friend's pictures, he wasn't going to throw himself under the bus. He was going to keep secrets.
Anyway, you need to talk to your wife. This could ruin our reputation as Famous Judges. Said Greg.
I can't talk to that woman, I saw her fucking some strangers that she hardly knows. I can't believe her. Cray said.
Fucking what? She was fucking some strangers? Whaaaat? Said Greg. Looking around. Did you join them? Cray leaned backed giving a disgusting look. No, white boy! Cray said with a laugh.
Oh, so dats what we doing? We calling each other names now? Especially the race card, now? Asked Greg.
Cray shrugged his shoulders, cocking his eyebrows. Laughing out of frustration. Snorting his nose as he laughed. I need some coke! Cray said out loud. Greg looked at him.
Are we going to snort up, here, now? They both got their bags of coke and placed it on the table. Snorting it up on their plates. Everybody watched them, leaving their tables cause of the scene that they saw. The people were disgusted but yet some felt inspired to be proud of being a sex and drug addict without shame. And that is what Greg and Cray brought to other people that followed their leads.
Malia was in a room with a stranger, having sex in a shower while her husband waited downstairs, snorting coke, being stressed about the exposure that he had seen on social media. Her thoughts was on herself and nothing was going to change that, even though she felt part of her stomach turn in a knot of pain, she kept on with the pleasure. The man got on his knees and started to kiss where she felt pain without her asking. She felt beautifully taken by a man she hardly knew.
Cray snorted the whole bag while Greg was having a hard time doing the same. Are you even snorting? Asked Cray. Greg's wife came in, seeing him snorting in public. She marched up to him, hitting him, while he proceeded to snort.
Cray leaned back in his chair, smiling and laughing as he made himself known to his lifestyle.