“Jazzlyn, I’m sorry.” The apology that spilled from her mouth that was probably coated with my husband cum gave me all the confirmation I fucking needed. They had fucked. His get back was to fall into his old hoe’s pussy. The nigga couldn’t even last a year being married before falling into some pussy other than mine. Yes, I fucked up, but if the roles were reversed, I would’ve never sought revenge by jumping on the next dick. Ahkeem fucking betrayed me, and as soon as I dealt with Amina’s low-down, trifling ass, I was gonna get up with him.
I dropped my purse, cocked my fist back and crashed it right in the center of her face. The impact of my blow caused her to stumble back a little bit. The rage that overtook me mademe fucking unstoppable. I got on top of that hoe and swung repeatedly. My goal was to fucking disfigure her fucking face!
How fucking dare she?! Did she really take me as some prissy bitch who was gonna accept her apology and just cry about her fucking my husband? She had me fucked up, and the ass whooping I was handing to her was gonna teach her to keep her legs closed to married men.
I stood over her, punching her in her face, as she kicked and screamed on her ass. “You bum-ass bitch! You fucking knew we were married, and you still fucked him! Bitch, I should fucking kill you!” I seethed while sending my Chanel sneaker dead into her chest.
Her screams grew louder as she desperately pleaded for me to let her go. Adrenaline pumped through my body as I cocked my fist back and punched her right in the nose again. Blood pooled from her nose as a hysterical shriek sounded out of her.
It wasn’t until I was being pulled off her that I realized people had come out of their rooms to see what all the commotion in the hall was about.
The tattoos that covered the arms that were wrapped around me were a dead giveaway that it was Ahkeem. He came to that bitch’s rescue because if I had it my way, she would’ve been leaving this bitch in a motherfucking body bag!
“Lovey, calm the fuck down!” he ordered while pulling me away from her.
“Fuck you!” I snapped. Soon as he set me on the floor, I sent a harsh smack across his face. “You do this shit to me?! I fucking gave you everything! I fucking loved you!”
Hurt and guilt flashed his eyes. He had me backed into the corner of the hall near the elevators. He dropped his head low, unable to even look me in my eyes. “I’m sorry, Lovey.”
I sent another slap across his face. The impact was so hard, my fucking hand hurt. Salty tears cascaded down my face as I looked at him.
Life had a funny way of coming back to haunt you. Karma never missed anyone, and I was proof of that. In my mind, Amina was my fucking karma after I dealt with Cameron while he was married. Cameron lied to me, and I didn’t know he was married to Avery, but it didn’t make the act less fucked up. At the end of the day, the nigga was married, and I fucked him. Now here I was, married and dealing with my husband dropping dick in a bitch he swore up and down should’ve been the least of my worries. See there… karma.
“Sorry?! That’s all you have to say?!” I shoved his chest. “I came here to fix us, Ahkeem! To beg and fucking plead for you to forgive me! And you were in there fucking her?! A bitch who isn’t even half of me?!”
Amina was getting aid from a staff member of the hotel. I assumed one of the nosy-ass guests who poked their heads out to see what was going on called down to the front desk to snitch. I fucked her up bad. I was ready to smile in my motherfuckin’ mug shot. I had the money and the best lawyer in the city. I wasn’t worried about those petty-ass charges.
“Let’s go talk about this shit in private, please. Nothing went down between me and that bitch,” he pleaded, not wanting to expose our now broken marriage to everyone who stood in the hall watching.
Unable to contain my anger, I punched him right in the fucking lip. He was playing with me at this point. Now he and Amina could walk around with matching busted lips. He grabbed my wrist tightly, restraining me from fucking him up.
“Lovey, please. It ain’t even like that. We don’t got to do this shit here.”
“Oh, nowyouwanna have a conversation? We’re done, Ahkeem. Go be with that bitch.” I slid my ring and wedding band off and tossed them at his feet. “You’re dead to me.”
I pushed past him, grabbed my purse off the floor, and patiently waited for the elevator. Before I stepped on, I shot one last look in Amina’s direction, then at him. He attempted to follow me, but I lifted my purse, reminding him I was strapped. His best bet was to leave me the fuck alone before he ended up six feet under and I was being booked for murder.
Ahkeem and I were done!
Chapter Twenty-One
AHKEEM
Anger hada funny way of clouding your judgment. Being alone left me with nothing to do besides sit and brew in my anger. How could Jazzlyn abort our child and keep it from me for two fucking years? We could’ve had a child walking this earth. A perfect mixture of me and her, and she took that away from me without even consulting with me first. It hurt me. Made me feel like I didn’t fucking matter to her. All that mattered was the way she wanted her life to play out. She didn’t consider the fact that her life was now mine, and my life was now hers. That shit was fucked up.
Priest knowing made a lot of fucking sense now. Every time I would mention having kids with his sister, he would say the same shit. “Good luck.” I always brushed it off, assuming that he meant Jazzlyn would stress me out during her pregnancy because of how demanding and spoiled she was. I never in a million years would have figured it was because she had already killed my unborn seed.
I had been kicking it over at the Ritz for the past couple of days. I needed to get my mind right before I considered hearing my wife out. Communication with her had been real touch andgo. Mostly on my part. I didn’t have anything nice to say, so I felt like it would be best if I didn’t say shit at all.
She made sure to text me every morning with an apology, telling me how much she loved me. She even continued to hit up Saphir, and I knew that because whenever I spoke to him, he was always telling me about the conversation he just had with her. The shit she did may have caused a rift between us, but she still remained steady with our son, and I appreciated that.
I had been wallowing in my pain for the past couple of days. Shit was getting depressing, so I decided to step out of my suite and head to the bar. I hadn’t really been in the mood to talk to anybody besides my son. I was hoping a drink would do me well. I had been smoking heavily, and even that shit was getting tiring.
I slid into a seat at the bar and ordered some whiskey. I watched the football game highlights that were being broadcasted on the flatscreens at the bar. Before I knew it, I had put in my fourth order for some whiskey.
“What are the odds?” The seat next to me filled up, prompting me to turn my head.
I was surprised to see that it was Amina. She had a cover-up on, and her braids tied up in a bun, indicating that she had just come from the luxurious pool the Ritz had. “Oh shit. What’s up, Mina?”
