Cheaper to Keep Her Part 3 Read Online Free PDF

hundred points in a basketball game.
    “What’s wrong, baby? Are you alright?” I continued as I moved closer towards him.
    “Oh, yeah, I’m cool,” he finally replied while he gave me a cheesy ass smile. And then without a moment’s notice, he told the caller he would call them back and rushed to disconnect their call.
    I was about a foot and a half away from Bishop when he hung up with the caller, so I couldn’t hear their response. But I did hear a woman’s voice and I wasn’t too happy about that. One part of me wanted to smack the shit out of him, but the other part of me wanted to act as if I didn’t hear anything. My lack of bitching allowed him to stroke his ego, since that’s what niggas like him do anyway.
    “You didn’t have to hang up the phone just because I came out here,” I said, trying to act calm. When in reality I wanted to curse him the fuck out. I was sure he knew I had busted his ass with his hand in the cookie jar, but deciding not to react to his sneaky behavior threw him for a loop. I had his dumbass by the balls and he couldn’t even see it.
    “I’m kind of glad you came out here, because I’ve been trying to get that nigga off the phone for about five minutes now,” he lied through his teeth.
    “Who was it?” I questioned him. Seeing him squirm his way into a story full of lies was funny to see. I swear that whoever said men couldn’t lie was truly on the money with that one.
    “It was Monty,” the lie flowed smoothly. “I owe him a favor and he called to collect on it. So, I might have to go by his spot if he decides he doesn’t want to come by here.” Then he placed his arm around my shoulder and kissed me on the forehead. “And whatcha’ doing up anyway? I thought you were sleep.”
    “I was but I had to use the bathroom, so I got up,” I lied back to him. I figured since he wasn’t being forthcoming, then why should I? I mean, at this point in our relationship, I felt like why be honest with him when he had more shit than the next nigga? And since he was proving to be just like Duke, I was gonna start looking out for number one. Which was me. Fuck that! I was tired of being the ride or die chick and a fucking punching bag for his friends to knock around when they wanted to prove a point. It was time for me to get what I could from this nigga while I could and then move on to the next best thing. I’d let Keisha and this new bitch battle it out.
    Bishop escorted me back inside the apartment and tried to act like it was all about me by giving me a massage and telling me how he was lucky to have me in his life. I can’t lie, everything he said sounded good but it didn’t mean shit to me. My mind had been made up about the way I looked at Bishop. This motherfucker was literally wasting his time.
    Later that night, Bishop dosed off on the sofa in the living room while he was watching TV. It was a little after midnight, so I started to wake him and insist that he come in the bedroom to get in the bed. But when I heard his Blackberry buzzing around on the floor near the sofa, curiosity struck me hard so I snatched it up to see who it was trying to contact him this time of the night. My first thought was that it had to be Keisha’s dizzy ass trying to find out if Bishop was staying with me or not, so I was ready to add fuel to the fire.
    But when I looked at the caller ID and realized it was some chick named Chrissy, my heart sunk down into the pit of my stomach. Without thinking about it twice, I answered her call. I had to hear her voice if it was the last thing I did. Even though I pressed down on the send button to take her call, I had to tiptoe away from Bishop before I could utter one word. So, when I finally got half way down the hallway, I whispered and said hello as if I had just awakened.
    She hesitated for a second or two; so I assumed she was building up the nerve to open her mouth. Then she asked me if she could speak to Bishop.
    “He’s asleep. May I