The Reason Why I Cheat 

Rick’s story

The reason why I cheat, its simple because I can. I’m twenty-three years old, good career, nice car, nice house, and I have to say not bad-looking.

I meet women all the time at my hair salon that I inherited from my mother when she passed away. My mother raised me to love, respect, and to protect women.

I know that all women should be treated like queens. Sometimes that can be questionable. I  love women don’t get me wrong. At my age it’s just to easy.

The last women I was in a relationship with, I cheated more times than I can count. She would always take me back. Even when she caught me in our bed with her cousin.

I had sex with her cousin, a couple of her friends, oh yeah, almost got the mama. Men do what women let them do. If you give us an inch, we will take a mile. I’m not that person any more.

I finally met my match, her name was kim. She wasn’t impressed with any thing I had because she had all the things I had and more. She was smart, funny, and sexy as hell. I wanted to be with her all the time.

She was driven. She worked at a law firm, getting ready to take the bar. About six month into the friendship I was starting to fall in love with this women, and I thought that she felt the same.

One night I made us a candle lite dinner, and was prepared to ask this queen to move in with me. When she came over I could tell she was a little nervous about the setup. She took a sip of her wine, sat down and looked me right in the eyes.

I cleared my throat and told her how much I was in love with her, and that she was the one for me. The room got silent, and I am sweating bullets. she stood up and take another sip of wine and said honey I already have a main man.

She tells me that she was already in a relationship called marriage. I’m like you never told me that you had a husband. She replied, you never asked. I felt so stupid I got played at my own game.