"Why won't you answer?"
"Your family said you went on a trip but where are you really?"
"I'm worried about you"
"Just call me back"
"Tatti please"
"I don't understand what I did wrong"
"If it's another nigga just tell me"
"I can fix this"
"Whatever this is we can work through it"
"Please just talk to me"
A hundred texts. Maybe more. All of them from a nigga who was begging. Pleading. Professing love like that was going to change anything.
My jaw tightened.
My whole body went tight. I knew that she cut him off by force and not by choice. I knew that if she had things her way, she’d probably still be with this nigga, instead of being forced to be here. That’s the part that I ain’t want to think about.
I sat there staring at those messages and felt something dark move through me. Something that wasn't just anger. Something that was possessive and territorial and so far outside my control that it scared me.
She'd ended it with him. She'd told him they weren't compatible. She'd made a choice.
But he was still trying.
He was still texting her. Still calling her. Still acting like he had a claim on her.
Still acting like he had a chance.
I set the phone down and stood up from my desk. Walked to the window and looked out at the compound. Tried to get my breathing back under control.
This nigga Savion Greyson had no idea what he'd just awaken in me. The nigga needed to get some business about his damn self and forget my wife.
No idea that every single one of those texts was a mistake. That every time he typed her name, he was signing his own death wish.
And the worst part? The thing that made this so much worse?
I couldn't figure out why I was so angry. I had even called the damn girl my wife in my head.
I knew exactly why. I just couldn't admit it.
Because admitting it meant admitting that I'd caught feelings for a woman I'd forced into my life. That I was jealous of a bum-ass personal trainer who couldn't even understand when a woman was done with him. That I was willing to hurt somebody over her. Was I that damn crazy?
Hell yeah. And I knew it too.
I didn't catch feelings.
I didn't do jealousy.
Kaseem Carter controlled everything and everyone around him.
Except her.
