Charlie Jade never thought she'd be a polygamist, let alone someone's 7th wife 🙄, yet here she is... and she loves it.
Story Compilation will include fics written by me for other sisters.
Stories will jump from past to present tense and that's bec...
This is directly after Good Time, Charlie. Italics were written by Angel and taken from her fic 32 Weeks.
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“I think we should fuck consistently until you’re over him.”
“Tuh.. Sounds like a lotta fuckin, let’s get started.”
Over the month Charlie had been messing with Trevante, they barely spoke about her husband, choosing to act as if she were single. In Charlie’s mind, she was. Charlie knew burying feelings was an ineffective and unhealthy way of dealing with the anger and bitterness of rejection, but she also didn’t want to dwell on negative feelings knowing that her life had to go on. Trevante was more than willing to play distraction, wining and dining her at cute spots that were out of his comfort zone. It was cute and he was honest. She felt more herself than she had in a while.
As for their arrangement.. It was sex, sex, sex, and more sex back to back and for hours whenever Charlie and Trevante had free time. They’d had sex on the hotel bed, chair, in the shower, on the sink, in the women’s bathroom on the main floor, in the pool, in her car, in his car, in his barber’s chair at work when no one was there.. that was her favorite because he gave her a clean undercut after.. in his bed, on his kitchen counter and table, in his bathtub, on his couch. The sex was great and it was often.
However, something strange had been happening. For perhaps the fifth day in a row, Charlie woke up feeling like Hell above ground. She woke with nausea and an aggressive case of heartburn that felt like acid reflux. Her body was fatigued and she felt achey like a virus was coming on. She still felt the ghost of Trevante’s strong fingers hard on her sides and on her hips. Rolling from the bed, she ran to the bathroom and emptied the contents of her stomach, wiping her mouth with tissue and rinsing with mouthwash. On her return to the bed, Trevante was awake and he looked concerned.
“That’s the fourth time that I’ve seen you vomit this week.. and that’s only what I’ve seen. I think you should go get checked out and before you say you’re fine.. you’re not fine.” His voice wasn’t loud or accusatory like N'Jadaka’s would’ve been in that moment. Trevante was way easier to deal with.
“It’s probably a virus or maybe I got food poisoning from the Thai restaurant we went to last week.”
“We ate the same thing. I don’t think so,” he squinted. “Plus, if you had a virus I’d be as sick as you as much as I’m around and up in you.”
“I don’t know what else it could be,” Charlie shrugged crossing her arms stubbornly.
“I have a guess,” Trevante’s brow raised and they stared at each other in a long moment of silence.
