He sucked his teeth hard as hell. “How the fuck do you get put out because of me?”
“Because Marvin found out about us fucking,” I shot back. “If you hadn’t kept coming onto me, I wouldn’t have folded.”
“Hoe, I never came onto you,” he replied quickly. “Yo’ ass was throwing the pussy at me, knowing I was with your best friend.”
“And you ain’t stop me, though.”
“Bitch, yes, I did,” he snapped. “But you kept playing on the fact that I felt guilty.”
My brows furrowed. “Guilty about what?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he muttered. “And I can’t help you right now, anyway. I’m trying to get my girl back.”
A laugh slipped out of me, bitter as hell. “Nigga, good luck with that. That shit ain’t never happening.”
I hung up before he could say anything else.
After that, I opened the Uber app before Marvin decided to cut my card off, too. While I waited for the ride, I started looking for a hotel somewhere close. I needed to figure out my next move because Sianni’s ass was tripping, and that hoe was way too dick whipped to even realize.
And let’s not forget that nigga Amani. He was pussy-whipped and trying to get back a hoe who never cared about him. The same hoe who just used him because of her dead-ass mama.
I wasin the laundry room washing Samuel’s clothes when I noticed some pink lipstick around the collar of one of his black shirts. I paused before bringing it closer to my nose. Instantly, I was hit with some cheap ass perfume that damn sure wasn’t mine.
“This triflin’ ass nigga,” I muttered, sucking my teeth.
At this point, finding shit on Samuel’s clothes shouldn’t have surprised me, but somehow the disrespect still managed to piss me off every single time. The nigga stayed on the road more than he stayed home, and every time he came back, it was always some bullshit attached to him.
Lipstick, perfume, random receipts, and unknown numbers. The list kept getting longer.
I tossed the rest of his clothes into the washer before throwing that shirt off to the side. That muthafucka could stay dirty for all I cared.
The washing machine started while I grabbed my phone from the counter and called Samuel anyway, already knowing his sorry ass probably wasn’t gon’ answer.
The line rang a couple of times before voicemail picked up. Of course.
I quickly hung up before rolling my eyes. “Weak ass nigga.”
I stood there for a while, trying not to let my irritation get the best of me, but somehow my mind ended up drifting to Kyrie instead, and that only made my mood worse.
While my husband was out here cheating and embarrassing me, Kyrie was somewhere laid up with Sianni, acting like the bitch was Queen Sheba or something.
That shit irritated my soul, especially knowing Kyrie ain’t never completely cut me off until she came around.
Yeah, we were never together like that, but Kyrie and I had history, and the fact that he was out here playing house with her like I never existed didn’t sit right with me.
Before I could stop myself, I pulled his number up and pressed call. The phone instantly disconnected, and my eyebrows furrowed. The call had failed. I looked at the phone and then let out a dry laugh.
This nigga had blocked me. The irritation in my chest worsened instantly. I opened Instagram, and like the app was purposely trying to piss me off, the first thing that popped up was a picture of Kyrie and Sianni leaving some diner together.
His hand was on her lower back while she smiled up at him like she had won a damn prize. The comments were even worse.
Couples goals
He really loves his wife
The way he looks at her >>
The word 'wife' made me roll my eyes before I exited the app and called the one person who I already knew hated Sianni just as much as me.
