Loving Cino

Chapter 2

Cino

            “YOU STUPID ASS MOTHERFUCKER!”  I looked up from my chicken and rice to my wife who was storming towards me.

She is fifty-three-year-old Melissa.  I am forty-two-year-old Caleb Salvarez.  I was better known by my street name Cino.  I spent the last fourteen years in prison on a drug charge.  Two years before I was released Melissa found me and within a year we got married.  I had only been out a year now and things were as they were.  I had no peace in my life at all.  

“YOU b***h!” She screamed swinging at me.  I ducked out the way.  “What is wrong with you?”  I asked standing on the other side of the table to keep her from hitting me. 

Even though I had boxed for most of my life and could kill her with my hands I chose not to.  I believed you don’t put your hands on the ones you love, and I loved her with every breath in my body.  “WHO THE f**k IS SHERRY?!”  She yelled throwing my phone at me.  “I don’t know!” 

I honestly had no idea who she was talking about.  I did not cheat on my wife period.  “THEN WHY THE f**k IS SHE SENDING YOU A FRIEND REQUEST?”  I looked away to keep from laughing.  “b***h I swear to God I will beat your ass if you laugh.”  I looked at her before grabbing my plate of food and walked out the kitchen.  “YOU CHEATING b***h!”  She yelled after me.  I walked outside on the porch.  It was dark and the night air was musty and humid.  I finished my food and sat my plate next to me and enjoyed the soft breeze. 

That’s when the front door opened, and my clothes flew out at me. I sat there a moment watching my sneakers fly by before I finally stood up. I was about to walk inside but the door slammed shut in my face. There I stood face to face with a shut front door.  I wanted to go in and plead my case, but then again why?  I had done nothing wrong. I was guilty of eating some chicken and rice and yes, I drank the last apple juice. Does that mean I need to be swung at and kicked out my house?

 I shook my head and walked away.  I walked until I found myself at my gym.

 About six months ago I opened a boxing gym and taught there.  This gym I hid from my wife.  This place was my solace.  Since I was clearly not going to get any sleep at home, I would definitely get some here.

I needed to be rested because I was starting a new job with my new partner in the morning. We went to college together and lost touch when I went to prison.  A week after I got out, he got in contact with me and I used some of my old connects to help him land a few architectural projects. After that he decided to make me his partner.  It was good money, but my heart and soul were in this gym.  I loved to box and since I couldn’t do it anymore it was satisfying teaching the youth in the city.

I was unlocking the back door when something caught my eye.

 I looked at the woman staggering towards me.  The closer she got the more I realized she was about to pass out and she did.  I caught her before she hit the ground.  I pulled her into me and hurried and unlocked the door and we got inside.  I went back to close and lock the door and saw NBA player Kevin George running past the door.  Is he chasing her?  I thought watching him franticly looking around as he continued running out of sight.

 I closed and locked the door and turned to the woman on the floor struggling to catch her breath.  Her hair was wildly tangled and messed around her beautiful dark face.  I looked at the glass and cuts that covered her body.  I looked at her dirty bare feet before I knelt in front of her.         That’s when she looked at me.  

The only thing that made sense was to stare into those beautiful gray eyes of hers.  She was breath takingly beautiful.  Her beautiful chocolate skin was pale and sweaty.  I studied her gorgeous round face and those luscious juicy lips.  The more I stared at those lips the more I wanted to test them out. I caught those beautiful eyes again and realized God put this person in my arms.  She was on the chubby side but that didn’t bother me. She fit perfectly in my arms.  Looking in her eyes I knew no matter what she would be my solace.

  “Thank you.”  She managed making me feel aroused.  Oh my God, her voice!  She sounded as beautiful as she looked! I couldn’t speak only nod my head at her.  She attempted to stand up.  I held my hands out to her and held her by her arms.  Her soft skin in the palm of my hand made me want to pull her into me and f**k her right there.  I held my composure and held her steady.

 “I don’t have my phone, or my keys!”  “Where are they?”  I asked.  “At his house.”  “RAMONA!”  We heard him howl in the distance.  What the f**k is going on?  I watched the fear pour out her face.  “I have to call my sisters.”  I reached for my cell phone and realized I didn’t have mine either.  “In here.”  I said leading her down the hall.  We passed the locker room and went into my office.  I sat her in my chair and turned the phone towards her so she could make the call.  I then walked to the other side of the office to the mini fridge for a bottle of water.  I turned back to her to see her staring at the phone.  “What’s wrong?”  I asked sitting the water in front of her.  She looked at me letting her tears hit my desk.  “I can’t remember their numbers.”  I stared at her wondering what to do. 

The glass in her hair and skin distracted me to the point I led her in the locker room to the showers.  She looked at me like I had lost my mind.  “No, I am married. You need to get clean.”  I stuttered making her expression change to offended. “That came out wrong.  I meant I’m not going to hurt you.  Also, you have a lot of glass on you.”  She looked at me skeptically before nodding in agreeance.    

She walked over to the showers and turned it on.  She then looked over her shoulder at me making me want to c*m all over myself. “I have a rule, if you watch you join.”  I quickly turned away before I came on myself. 

My wife couldn’t make me c*m with just a glance.  How the f**k could she?  I glanced back at her as she smirked and began undressing.  I walked out the locker room to my office and grabbed my towel, rag, and soap.  I also grabbed a pair of my sweats and a t- shirt. 

Before I walked back in the locker room I stopped at the door as I heard her grunt.  I peeked around the corner to see her pulling glass out her arm under the steamy water.  I could not help but watch in amazement as the water ran down her skin.  I watched it pour down her ass and suddenly got so jealous of the water.

 I snapped out my trance when she let out a yelp, trying to pull a piece of glass out her stomach.  I walked over to her.  She tried to hide herself under the water by turning her back to me.  She looked up at me through her pain filled eyes.  All I wanted to do was hold her close to me.

 Instead I laid the clothes over the privacy wall with the towel and sat the rag and soap on the shelf.  I then stripped out my clothes and laid them on the wall.  She stared at me wondering what I was going to do next.  I walked over to her and stood in front of her letting the water beat my back.

  I gently turned her towards me and looked down at her perfect body.  Her breasts were nice and full and eager to be played with.  My eyes traveled down to her chubby stomach, which I craved to kiss.  I looked at the two small pieces of glass stuck into her beautiful skin.  I reached down and yanked it out making her yelp in pain again.  “I’m sorry.”  I said as she held my arms to balance herself through the pain.  “It’s okay.  At least it’s out!”  She screamed as I yanked the other piece out.  I helped her get the rest of the glass out her arms and hair.  We then washed up and got out.  I dried off and slipped back into my boxers and shorts.

            I looked back at her as she dried herself with the towel.  I handed her the clothes and she slipped into them. The clothes were just a little baggy on her, but she didn’t care she looked very comfortable. Seeing that I made her comfortable I couldn’t help but smile. She glanced back at me and observed my smile before returning hers at me. That smile was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen before.  It was so perfect I couldn’t believe it.

 “What?”  She asked.  I shook my head unable to look away from her.  I didn’t want to miss any beauty from her.

We clean up the locker room and returned to the office.  She watched me walk over to the other side of the room where a twin bed lay with a sofa.  I took a pillow off the bed and tossed it on the sofa.  I looked back at her. She had her head c****d to the side watching my every move.             “I’ll sleep on the couch.  You can take the bed.”

 She stared at me a moment.  What are you thinking about?  I thought watching her expression.  It was then I realized she was analyzing me.  I guess I passed.  After a few seconds, she walked over towards me watching me very carefully.  I laid down on the couch on my back facing her.  She laid in the bed with her back touching the wall facing me.  I couldn’t help smirking at her.  Clearly, she had trust issues which I didn’t blame her.  I am a complete stranger who saved her, helped her, showered with her, and is now sleeping with her.  What are you thinking? She was I deep thought lying there watching me until she finally fell asleep.  Watching her sleep eased my thoughts and I too fell in a deep sleep.