“Two years ago. When you went to go up your supply.”
I knew which trip she was referring to now. It was when I decided to expand the operation from what Priest, J’Ru, and Kaymen handed me. A lot of motherfuckas tried to make it seem like I was in over my head, but I proved them wrong. I upped my supply, came back to the city, and fucking dominated.
She shifted around uncomfortably in her seat as my eyes pierced into her. “This you telling me you gave another nigga my pussy while I was out in Italy? This guessing game shit blowing me, Jazzlyn.” I tossed my napkin onto my plate, officially too pissed to eat.
“What? No. I didn’t cheat on you either, Ahk.”
“Then what the fuck is it?”
I could see the fear that laced her eyes. My patience was running thin with her, and she knew that.
“I… I… I had an abortion.”
It was like I went deaf for a minute. Everything around me slowed down as my eyes peered into her. She had this look on her face that let me know she wasn’t playing or pulling shit from her ass. She was deadass serious. My heart dropped to the soles of my feet as my nose flared.
“Run that shit by me again,” I throated out, trying my best to contain the anger that was brewing within me.
I could hear her gulp down as her eyes glossed with tears that were threatening to fall and ruin her flawless make up. “I had an abortion, Ahkeem.”
I sat in front of her for a minute. What the fuck she expected from me? A shoulder to cry on after she told me she killed my fucking kid? That was the last shit I would fucking offer her. I pushed my chair back and stood up from my seat.
“You foul as fuck for this shit.” I tossed a couple hundred-dollar bills onto the table and walked out as she remained seated, calling my name.
If she knew what the fuck was good for her, her best bet would be to remain at that motherfucking table before I ended up doing some shit I wouldn’t be able to come back from.
How the fuck were we supposed to move past this? Jazzlyn just fucked up my whole perception of her and the perfect marriage I thought we had.
Chapter Twenty
JAZZLYN
I let outa shaky breath as the elevator doors parted and I stepped into the penthouse. I was met with silence, which meant Ahk wasn’t home. He hated silence unless he was asleep. He always had the TV playing in the background or some type of music. My heels clicked through the penthouse before I entered our main bedroom.
I had been calling Ahkeem since he left me at the table. The darkness that seeped from his eyes made my chest hurt. He never fucking looked at me like that. Usually, his eyes were full of so much love and adoration whenever he gazed at me. This shit was different. I hurt his heart, and whenever he was hurt, he turned cold.
I wished I never told him. Me killing our baby was a secret I should’ve taken to the fucking grave. I didn’t know if he would ever forgive me. Where would we even begin?
As I washed off my makeup, I could hear the elevator doors open. I dried my face off with a face towel and rushed out of the bedroom to meet Ahk in the front room. I stood at the entrance of the hallway, watching as he leaned against the kitchen island with his head hanging low.
“Ahk?” My voice came out faint, so faint that it cracked.
I feared what would come out of this conversation. An apology was owed to him because I had fucked up, but Ahk wasn’t someone I could reason with when he was hurt. This shit could end bad.
He said nothing. He just kept his head down, continuing to lean against the island. I took that as my opportunity to tiptoe toward him. I set my hand on his arm gently. He let it sit there just for a brief second before he brushed my hand off him.
“Took you two years to keep it real with a nigga.” A bitter chuckle drifted out of him. “You got the ring and my fucking last name while you sat on that lie. Shit crazy, son.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you ain’t.”
“Baby, yes, I am. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
His hand slammed against the island, sending my heart pounding against my chest. “You fucking did, though, Jazzlyn! You pulled some selfish-ass shit, and now you trying to fucking apologize!”
Tears sprang from my eyes as I backed away from him. “I made a hasty decision, Ahk! I was scared!”
“Scared of fucking what?! Being put up and carrying my kid?! Or the fact that you would have actually had to give a fuck ‘bout somebody more than your motherfuckin’ self?!” He whipped around and faced me, darkness plunging from his eyes. His baritone voice sent chills up my spine. This wasn’t my husband, the one who would hold me and kiss me until I smiled. He was hurt, and it was because of me.
