“I didn’t fuck her, Jazzlyn!”
“Tell that to the next dumb bitch!”
I stepped closer to her, and she hiked her brow up at me in a threatening manner. “I swear to God, Jazzlyn, I didn’t fuck her! I would never do no shit like that! We fucking married!”
“For now! I’m done with you!” she jeered. “Get the fuck out so I can pack my shit and go!”
Her anger came with a stream of tears tumbling down her face. Her honey golden skin tinted red due to the rage that was brewing within her. She kept her gun aimed at me, contemplating whether she wanted to pull the trigger. I knew her mind was telling her to knock me off and put me down six feet, but her heart was making it impossible to do so.
I pushed my luck and took another step forward. I kept my hands up so she could see I didn’t want to escalate this shit further. “Lovey, I fucking love you, yo. You got my last name, and my son adores you. I would never play you like that. You got to believe me, Lovey. I did not fuck that girl.”
“Ahkeem, I’m begging you… please get out of here ‘cause I don’t know how much longer I can keep from pulling this damn trigger.”
“Pull the fucking trigger, Jaz! Do it! That shit won’t change the fact that I’m telling you the truth. I didn’t fuck, Amina!”
“The bitch apologized to me after walking out of your fucking suite with a wet ass. I feel so fucking stupid! I should’ve never fucking married you. You’re an unfaithful piece of shit who thinks with his dick the minute shit gets hard.”
“I done told your ass mad times, I didn’t fuck the bitch! You need me to say that shit in Spanish for you to get it through your thick-ass skull?!” I snapped while peering down at her. “You putting on like you fucking innocent! We only here now ‘cause you killed my fucking seed!”
“Maybe everything happens for a reason so I could leave your ass without any baggage!”
She didn’t regret her decision at all, not even a little bit. My jaws clenched as my nose flared. “You going low, Jazzlyn. We can fucking work this shit out.”
“Ain’t shit to work out. I’m done, Ahk! Give that bitch the fairytale we sold each other. I’m too much of a real bitch for this shit. Maybe I should go fuck on another nigga so you can see how this shit feel.” Her voice cracked in defeat as she finally dropped her gun. Heavy cries poured out of her as she stood before me.
We loved each other deeply. We were just two stubborn people with bad tempers. The thought of her upping her gun again and actually pulling the trigger crossed my mind, but I really didn’t give a fuck. She was breaking down, and I vowed that whenever she felt her weakest, I would be there to lift her up. I rushed to her and pulled her into my arms.
She sobbed into my chest while continuously asking me why I fucked up our marriage by dealing with Amina. The optics were fucking horrible. I couldn’t lie. If the roles were reversed, she would have had a hard time convincing me that she didn’t fuck a nigga who I had just seen coming out of her hotel suite. I just had to accept the fact that she wasn’t convinced at the moment. Once she finally calmed down, I’d be able to explain what really happened between me and Amina.
“I would never do no sucka’ shit like that to you, Lovey. Just please hear me out.” I kissed her forehead, nose, then lips.
She stayed in my arms for a short while before shaking her head and pulling away. “I have to go. Please don’t follow me. I just need some time.”
I watched her tuck her gun back into her purse before she hastily left the penthouse with tears staining her face.
Chapter Twenty-Two
JAZZLYN
I never inmy life felt as gutted as I felt when I realized Amina was coming out of my husband’s suite at the Ritz. I thought my worst heartbreak was during college, while I was in Paris after my boyfriend of a year broke up with me to “work on himself,” but that wasn’t shit compared to how I was feeling now. It had been two weeks, and I had confined myself to the bed in Priest’s guest room. Ahkeem kept pushing this narrative that he didn’t sleep with Amina, but how could I possibly believe him? What proof did he have?
I didn’t know what to do, where to start, or where to go. I had been contemplating calling up Abraham to have someone in his firm draw up some divorce papers, but I never found the courage to do so. Ahk was the love of my life. He made my heart swell and beat in ways I had never felt before. He was the only person who could get me to smile, even if I didn’t want to. He saw me for who I truly was and not the persona I was forced to carry in order to keep up my reputation. I didn’t have to be strong with him. He let me break down in his arms and never made me feel weak for doing so.
I never felt as protected with any man as I did with him. In my mind, he was who I was gonna grow old with and live lifewith forever. The thought of all those dreams going down the drain made my heart feel gutted and destroyed.
Prior to him, I always told myself I would never in my life give a man this much power. With him, though, shit just happened. One minute, I had my guards up, then the next, I was falling to pieces in his arms, and he was healing each and every scar and trauma I had, even the ones he didn’t inflict. When he told me he loved me, I felt that shit in each and every bone in my body.
How could I move on from that?
This shit made me physically feel sick.
There was a knock on the door, one so gentle I barely heard it. Whoever it was didn’t bother to wait for me to give them clearance to enter before the door was slowly pushed open.
“Auntie Jazz?” Genesis’ sweet voice sounded through my ears.
I had my back facing the doors. I quickly wiped the tears that fell from my eyes. “Hey, Gen. You okay?” I forced a weak smile before sitting up.
He nodded his head, causing his hair to bounce. It was freshly blown out instead of being in the braids Britain usually kept them in, which meant he was about to get a new style and line up. I tapped the spot on the bed next me, and he shuffled over and crawled into it.
