As Ford got closer and spent more time with Martinez, he had a feeling that he wasn’t the only one she was seeing. Somebody said they saw her, and the person she was kissing wasn’t him. And he would never ask her, so he just kept it to himself. He didn’t wanna know where her whereabouts or how she was moving. He knew when she was in the house or when she was cruising. He didn’t wanna know if she was playing him. If she was, he wanted her to keep it on the low because his heart couldn’t take it anymore.
Ever since Martinez left her city, she started wearing less and went out more. She had glasses of champagne out on the apartment floor. She hung out with some people her boyfriend in Miami has never seen before.
Martinez used to call Beiber and Ford on their cell phones late night when she needed their love. They called Martinez on her cell phone late night when they needed her love. They knew when that hotline bling. That could only meant one thing.
Martinez spent less and less time with Beiber in order to be with Ford. As nights went by, Beiber felt left out, and she got him down and stressed out. Unlike in the past, they just didn’t get along. She made him feel like he did her wrong. Every night when Beiber was by himself, all he did was wondering if Martinez was bending over backwards for someone else; or doing things he taught her, getting nasty for someone else.
Meanwhile, right up the block from the love triangle in the Weiner’s Gate complex, there was another manager on the sideline who waited for the cue and played his position like a shortstop. His name was Rapist, and he was transferred from VA with his wife and kid.
Rapist was directly in charge of Martinez and her department. He was in his early 20s, and he was another member of CJN and also the VP of Operation for Plus Size United. Everything he did, he did slow and half-ass with his half-ass team that he recruited and trained. At times, I had to show him how jobs had to be done on the floor, but he just couldn’t grasp the idea of why my method was much more efficient than what he was doing. This kid was another problem that I had to deal with on top of everything else.
Just like Beiber and Ford, Rapist planned to make Martinez his in no time. He was never been the type to break up a happy home, but there was something about her he just couldn’t leave alone. No matter what he did at work, all he thought about was her. Even when he was with his wife, he was crazy over her.
I’ve seen a lot in T dot, and I never said a word. I knew how men started acting and tripping out here about girls. And there was no way I was going to fight over no dame. However, unlike me, this love hexagon was going to be a sh!t show.
Rapist approached Martinez one day when she was alone. Rapist finally said,
“I like your steez, your style, your whole demeanor. The way you come through and work. And I got special ways to thank you, but it ain’t that easy for you to pack and leave him. You and Beiber got ties for different reasons.
I respect that.”
And right before he turned to leave, she said,
“You don’t know what you mean to me.”