“Chase,” the small quiver in her lip evolved into a full blown tremor as the waterworks started up right on cue.
“I’ll always have love for you, and I wish you the best, but I don’t have feelings for you like that. We’re done. Been done. So you drawing out this fraud ass case won’t get us anywhere.”
“Done? You don’t mean that,” she sobbed loudly, making me jump and look around the restaurant as a few people looked on.
“I do, Chanel, get some help, please,” I said. Still, for some reason, I couldn’t bring up the blackmail, but I prayed she got the point.
“Baby, please!” she cried as she reached across the table and grabbed my arm. I felt nothing. Sitting there, watching the woman who used to be my everything fall apart into a mess of tears, all I could think about was when I could get back to the one who turned my world on its axis without even trying.
“I don’t—” I sighed in frustration. “I don’t know what you thought this was, but I didn’t come here to reconcile with you. I came to ask you to stop. YouknowI never did any of the shit you’re accusing me of. Why the fuck are you doing this to me?” I asked.
“Why areyoudoing this tome,Chase?” By this point she was pulling out all the stops, huge crocodile tears, snot bubbles—I was past disgusted.
“Chanel, please,” I said, trying to hand her a tissue, which promptly got slapped away.
“I hate you!” Her cries got louder, and I knew there were morethan a few eyes on us, so I stood up, leaving the money for her food on the table.
“Goodbye, Chanel,” I said before leaving her there to put on a show by herself. My mood was shot, and the whole thing proved to be a waste of fucking time. I never doubted Amaya for a second, but that whole performance just solidified it. I had watched her manipulate and scheme her way through life with everyone else, and for some reason Ineverthought she would turn that on me. I should have fucking known better. The worst part of the whole thing was that she hadn’t said anything on the tape recorder that I could use against her.
CHAPTER 13
NOT YOURS TO SAVE
Are They Spinning the Block
@ShaySpillstheTea
Tainted ex-lovers, Chanel King and Chase spotted dining at a local restaurant. Allegedly, Chase stormed off after a tense discussion, leaving Chanel to cry into her chicken and waffles.
Will the pair reconcile?
Is this all one big round of foreplay?
Stay tuned for more tea!
“Amaya…”Joce tried to be the voice of reason for the entire drive to Chase’s house, but I wasn’t hearing shit she was saying. “Just tell me what you’re gonna say to him!”
“I’ma tell the nigga that if I shook his head, it would sound like a pea in a tin can because only somebody with a brain the size of a grain of rice would do somethingsodumb when we basically have this shit in the bag!” I fumed as I maneuvered the road like a coked up NASCAR driver. My fuel of choice was white hot rage, amplified by caffeine, but it was just as lethal.
“Girl, calm down. Youworkfor him! You can’t say that!”
“Whocan’t? He told me to keep it real with him. I’mareallyput my foot up his ass!”
“Okay… You know you can’t go in here and put your hands on this manorcuss him out, right?”
“Watch me,” I quipped, staring her right in the eyes before I turned the car off and stormed to the front door. I rang the doorbell three times before pounding on it with my full body weight until Jonathan opened the door looking startled. It was Sunday, and we weren’t supposed to be there.
“Where’s your stupid ass friend?” I asked, brushing past him with Joce on my heels.
“Hey—” Chase’s smile immediately fell once he saw the scowl on my face. “What is it?”
“You’re trending,” I spat, rocking on my heels to try to keep my anger at bay—that shit wasn’t working.
“For what?” he asked innocently as he turned and grabbed that damn tablet. “Shit!”
“Yeah, nigga! Every fucking time I think you have something other than cotton candy for brains, you do some dumb fuck ass shit that lets me know that there ain’t shit but air between them big ass ears!” He looked at me in shock, likeIwas trippin’. Yes I came in hot, but I had a good reason… didn’t I?
“Wait, hear me out?—”
