He Ain't No Saint

By Regina Swanson

When a man tells you that he wants to give you the world, believe him. And when he shows you that he's a piece of shit, believe that too.

Sloane and Tisha have been best friends since high school. They do everything together. So when one married a millionaire, the other married his best friend.

Sloane and Tisha finally realize that the grass isn't always greener on the other side. While having money and being a part of a social elite class brings them added perks, it also brings a string of other issues as well.

To get away from their daily life of constantly being scrutinized by the public eye, they whisk themselves away for annual girl's only vacations. A trip to the Virgin Islands, proves to be not what they'd imagined at all. Everything that they once held near and dear comes crashing down around them.

In He Ain't No Saint, Sloane and Tisha are left trying to pick up the pieces and hold on to A Hurtful Love that they've become accustomed to. This novel will have you screaming at the pages for these two best friends to wake up and honor themselves as the true queens that they are.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Jan 3, 2017
• ISBN: 9781648405181

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Prologue

Tisha

My wedding day was perfect, until it wasn’t.

Surrounded by family and friends, I pledged my love to my love, and he pledged his love to me. I believed him when he said that he would honor and cherish me for all the days of my life. My best friend, Sloane, stood beside me, and her husband stood beside my groom. We had our entire lives ahead of us to bring joy and happiness each to the other. Sounds good, right?

Wrong…

My wedding day… the day that I found out that being married is not all it is cracked up to be. Sure, some people find love and claim it to be the best thing that ever happened to them. But for me, Tisha, it’s been a day in hell since day one.

Aries beat the shit out of me and had me believing that it was all my fault. That’s how abusive men are. They are experts in manipulation and guilt tripping you. Every ounce of self-esteem that I had was sucked right out of me when I caught him with the housekeeper in our honeymoon suite.

That was my damn warning sign, but I chose to ignore it. There are always warning signs that a motherfucker is crazy. Fuck me for not heeding the warning. Now years later, I don’t think I could get out with my sanity intact, even if I had the energy to try. Maybe I won’t have to. Maybe Aries will finally grow the hell up, keep his dick in his pants, and love me the way that I deserve to be loved.

We shall see!

One

Sloane

Sloane sat in the business meeting with her husband's executive staff. He'd wanted her to take a more active role in running the family business. After ten years of marriage, she wondered why now, all of sudden, he wanted her to learn the business. Her husband, Sebastian Wallace, was the first African American majority team owner in the National Football League. He had bought the Dallas Texans five years ago. It took a lot of finagling but after two years, he was finally able to buy the team.

But it was not without a lot of planning and scheming to outwit the current crop of owners. Sebastian had hired a very savvy surrogate to portray him in business negotiations. The majority of the other owners weren't that keen on altering the ‘good old boy’ system they were accustomed to. To put it frankly, they didn't want any African American owners in the league. Not until the ink was dried on the paper did he finally reveal his true identity. The other owners balked when they found out the truth, but by then it was too late, and no judge in their right mind would undo what had been done, for fear of being labeled a racist.

The Dallas Texans had become Sebastian's overnight baby. Countless days and nights had been spent building a successful franchise. Sloane was now able to benefit and reap the rewards of her husband's hard work. Until recently, she had been a ghost at the Texans’ complex and Sebastian had been a ghost at home.

If anyone would have asked her six years ago would she still be married to Sebastian today, the answer would have been a hell no. Back then, Sloane had reached her breaking point with her husband. It was one thing to be out all night, laying out his plan to increase their finances, but those long days and nights came at a price. It was a price that she wasn’t willing to pay.

Sloane had all of her shit packed and ready to bid her marriage goodbye, until her mother literally slapped her in the face to wake her up to all that she was about to walk away from. Sloane had cried to her mom countless nights about Sebastian being away. Her mom had told her that he was doing what a man was supposed to do, which was to make a good life for his wife and future family.

But I think he’s cheating on me, Sloane told her mother.

Her mother’s response was, So what. As long as he brings his ass home every night, you have nothing to worry about.

Sloane was shocked to hear her mother’s response.

Her mother knew she wasn’t connecting the dots. Sloane had always been raised to do the right thing, to follow all the rules. Her mother hated that she hadn’t schooled her to the real world, but she refused to let her daughter walk out on her husband and all that he was building for them, because he wanted to get a little ass on the side. She had made that mistake and sent her husband right into the waiting arms of his mistress, who was now the wife. His mistress now had all the benefits that she once was accustomed to having. She would not let Sloane follow in her footsteps.

What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, she’d told Sloane.

Huh, Sloane responded.

Her mother broke out into a song, who’s making love to your old lady, while you were out making love. It was an old song by Johnnie Taylor.

What? Sloane still didn’t get it.

Her mother threw her hands to her head in frustration.

Sloane, you married Sebastian because you loved him. He loves you. He is a provider. He works hard. He adores you. You live a life that others can only dream about. There aren’t a whole lot of good men out there. Sebastian is a good man. Realize that all men cheat. Some are just better at hiding it than others.

Sloane and her mom talked for hours. She never knew the entire story behind her parents’ divorce and how hard her mother had it when her father left them. Her father remarried within a year after the divorce was finalized.

Sloane’s mom basically told her to stay with her husband no matter what he did. If she was Sloane, she would find her a spare tire. Sloane hated when her mother talked in riddles.

Spare tire? she questioned.

You’re so freaking sheltered. Girl, get you a little dick on the side, her mother finally blurted.

Sloane gasped.

If Sebastian has a side piece, so should you. Then you can stop nagging him all the time.

Sloane was initially mortified by her mother’s suggestion. But after thinking about it, she felt that her mother was right. Why should she make it easy for the clean-up woman? Sloane refused to gift him to his mistresses.

When Sloane had her first extra-marital affair, she had cried in her mother’s arms for what seemed like eternity. She didn’t cry because of what she had done, she cried because she enjoyed it more than she thought she should. It was a secret that she would ensure never made it to her husband’s ears. Although she knew he cheated and cheated often, she didn’t want him to ever know that she was on her way to matching his actions toe to toe.

When Sloane sighed, everyone looked in her direction. She didn’t realize that she had made a noise, as she was remembering the day she decided to become an adulterer. She knew what Sebastian was doing was wrong but honestly, it didn’t make what she was doing right. But it was too late to turn back now. Her sleeping libido had been awakened. She now craved dick like she craved water.

Sloane was counting down the seconds until the meeting was over. She was fine with her current daily routine of shopping, tennis lessons, occasional volunteer work, and sipping Apple Martini's all day. Physically, her body was present at the meeting, but her mind was a million miles away. She had begun counting down the days until her and her best friend’s no husbands’ allowed getaway; seven whole days away from her husband, his executives, and the whole damn Texans organization. She dreamed about what she was going to do daily.

This year, it was her best friend’s turn to decide where they would go. She had chosen the Virgin Islands. It was hilarious seeing as that they both hadn't been virgins since 9th grade. Before they became the wives of two of the most successful African American men in the United States, they had dreamed about taking exotic vacations and living their lives with no regrets. When Sloane met and married Sebastian, she was quick to seek out his equally successful business partner to pair him with her best friend. It really is true that successful handsome men travel in packs.

Last year, they spent eight blissful days in Italy. It was the best girls’ vacation so far. They had taken this all-girls hiatus for almost five years now. Italian men loved black women. Sloane thought back to her first night in Milan. She had arranged for several escorts to present themselves to her. Italian men were some of the sexiest men on earth. Each man would perform for her, almost begging to be chosen for a week of ‘anything goes’ in her bed.

Sloane had spent a year preparing everything for them, from the moment they stepped off the airplane until the moment they boarded to return home. Tisha had no idea of the naughty things that Sloane had arranged, and Sloane wanted to keep it that way. Each man had to agree to an extensive list of requirements to even be considered. They'd also signed a non-disclosure statement. She was the wife of one of the most popular men in the world. As his wife, everyone knew who she was. She was extremely careful to protect her privacy while engaging in activities that would have TMZ salivating at a chance to ruin her good girl image.

Sloane had chosen Italian number seven to rock her world for the week.

Matteo, Sloane said, allowing the name to escape from her lips.

The meaning of his name alone had pushed him to the top of the pack for her. When she studied Italian years ago, she had learned the name meant, Gift of God.

He treated me like a goddess, she thought. The things that man did to my vagina still gives me goose bumps.

The man sitting next to her in the meeting leaned over to ask if she was okay. Sloane had been caught again daydreaming about Matteo. She smiled sheepishly as she nodded her head to signal that she was fine. However, the wetness between her legs declared a different story. Sloane was long overdue for her week in the Virgin Islands. She hoped it would be another vacation trip to send her into another level of ecstasy just as Italy had done.

Two

Tisha

D amn, baby, can’t nobody do this shit like you, I swear. Ah, shit… Aries moaned as Tisha sucked all over her husband’s thick erection. He shuddered as she rolled her tongue over the tip, bringing him closer and closer to his peak.

Mmmm, she hummed as she deep throated it, managing to suck in his balls as well. She knew he liked it when she did that nasty shit and she was happy to oblige him.

When she came home from a day of shopping, she saw Aries getting ready to head off to work after meeting up with his personal assistant, Shelli. Tisha had actually passed Shelli’s car leaving when she pulled up and the fact that that hoe had been meeting at the house with her husband didn’t sit too well with her. As they passed each other, Tisha glared at her as Shelli’s long black hair blew in the wind as she drove in her hot pink convertible Benz. Shelli slid her sunglasses down a bit to reveal her green eyes and winked at Tisha with a sly smile. Tisha had half a mind to whip her candy red Lamborghini around and meet Shelli at the stop sign so she could beat that ass.

Tisha didn’t trust Shelli to breathe if someone put an air pump up her ass. Shelli was so used to her legs being open to someone else’s man that she probably handed out condoms with her name on them instead of business cards. She was one of those women who had a side bitch mentality. She actually seemed to prefer men who had a main chick. With her golden complexion, round butt and bountiful bosoms that she liked to show off every chance she got, many men couldn’t turn her down.

Once Tisha walked in the house and saw Aries getting dressed, her first thought was to give him some head to see how fast he would bust and to get a sniff of his dick on the low. Before he could even sit down on the bed to put his shoes on, she had pulled down his pants and popped his manhood directly into her mouth.

Shit, Tisha! I’m about to nut! Damn! Aries leaned back on his heels as he stood with his socks and tie in one hand. His body jerked and he let out another long moan before he shot his load down his wife’s throat. He groaned and pushed his hips upwards as he let it all go, gripping her head to make sure she didn’t move.

I guess he didn’t fuck around with that bitch after all, Tisha thought to herself as she swallowed his warm liquid. When he finally released his grip from the back of her head, she pulled away, wiped her mouth and gave him a small smirk.

Staggering slightly as she tried to regain her equilibrium, she stood up while Aries fell back on their California King bed to recover. He was breathing short bursts of breaths as she looked at him lovingly. Tisha knew that her life came with a lot of things that she had to just put up with. Women coming at her man was one thing, him messing around with them was another. But though she had to deal with it, she tried her hardest to squash it as much as she could.

Damn, baby…what the hell did you buy from the store that got you feeling like that? Aries asked, his vice raspy and winded. He began to stir on the bed, bringing his hand down to stroke his manhood.

His eyes looked drowsy, as he slowly came down from his orgasmic high. He was one of the most handsome men Tisha had ever seen. His dreadlocks were long and he kept them neat and perfectly twisted into a long ponytail that cascaded down the spine of his back. His golden eyes matched perfectly with the natural sandy brown color of his hair and skin. He used to be teased for being chubby when he was younger. He naturally picked up weight rather quickly, so he stayed in the gym to keep his physique hard and muscular just the way Tisha loved it. Unfortunately, that was the way every other gold-digging, fast ass female in the entire world loved it too, so Tisha was always dealing with the consequences of his indiscretions.

I don’t have to buy anything to make me want to please my husband, Tisha answered. She turned to walk towards their master bathroom and made sure to put an extra swish in her ass.

Damn, baby, you looking mighty good back there, Aries remarked.

Tisha didn’t have to see him to know that his eyes were probing up and down her round bottom. She tried her hardest to keep her ass fat, her waist small and her thighs thick and juicy just the way that he liked them. Her feet stayed adorned in Giuseppe heels because he loved the way her calves flexed in her stilettos.

The fuck you been doing to make that ass sit like that?

Tisha smirked and looked back at her husband, cutting her eyes at him seductively. Just as she had suspected, he was watching her intently while massaging his dick. He flicked his long tongue outside of his mouth and licked his thick, juicy lips as he continued to stare.

You want some more? Tisha offered him. She started to turn back to give him more of what she was sure he needed before a long day at the office.

Naw, I can’t, Aries said. Any more and I might not make it in, he laughed. His deep throaty chuckle echoed throughout the room and traveled straight to Tisha’s lady parts, making her clit quiver with pleasure.

Well, you know I don’t mind pleasing my man, Tisha reminded him with a wink. She licked her lips and then turned on her heels to continue her saunter to the bathroom to clean up.

You must have seen Shelli leave, Aries chuckled at his own joke.

Immediately, Tisha felt her face flush red with anger behind her buttery skin-tone. The heat seemed to vibrate off of her face, and she swore that steam had to be hovering above her head as she whipped around to face him.

The fuck you bring that bitch up for? she asked him. She wiped her mouth and bared her teeth at him, ready for a fight. Her temper was something that she’d gotten from her mother, and Tisha was ready to unleash her anger on Aries, just as quickly as she had been ready to throw her sex on him. It was nothing for her to go from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds. Aries knew very well that Tisha couldn’t stand Shelli. A woman knows when another woman wants her man and will do just about anything to get him. And Shelli fit that bill to a tee. If Tisha had her way, she would have fired Shelli’s ass a long time ago.

I still got this bastard’s cum on my tongue and he already talking about that bitch. I can’t believe this shit, she thought, deepening her frown. She balled up her tiny fingers into a tight fist as she stormed over to him.

Whoa! Hold up, I didn’t mean to start a fight, Tish! Aries said, holding his hands up in the air. His eyes were wide as he tried to calm her down, but Tisha could see through his stricken expression and see the laughter that still hovered behind his gaze. He still thought bringing up Shelli’s name was funny. She was about to show him how funny it wasn’t.

Well, too late, because you got a fuckin’ fight! Should’ve thought about that shit before you opened up your fat ass mouth to bring up that fake ass bitch’s name! Tisha hovered over Aries, as he continued sitting on the bed. He started clenching his teeth as he watched her anger grow. He really didn’t understand why his wife was so paranoid. She knew damn well when she married him what he was all about, but she chose to marry him anyway. To Aries, that was saying, ‘I don’t care what you do, I’m down for whatever’.

Man, I done told you about that slick ass mouth before, Tish, he warned her.

And I done told you about that bitch time and time again. The hell you bring her name up for? What, I’m supposed to not call you out on your bullshit? Tisha pushed Aries on the side of the head before he could respond. His head flew back and in less than two seconds, his eyes were raging with fury as he cut them at her.

Tisha, I done told you about putting your fucking hands on me. Now, I told you I didn’t want to start no shit! Aries yelled.

Tisha knew that she was pushing her luck, but the thought