I lightly chuckled under my breath because ‘no shit’. By the time I made it upstairs, I heard the front door open downstairs followed by Tasha still cursing Rome out while she left. He laughed at something she said, which only made her louder,and honestly, if my life wasn’t actively falling apart, it probably would’ve been funny hearing her threaten to beat his ass at eight in the morning.
The front door slammed hard then it got silent. Well, as silent as this house could get with Rome walking around in it. I went back into the bedroom and shut the door behind me before sitting on the edge of the bed slowly. My whole body ached in little places now that the adrenaline from last night was gone. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to disappear for like a week. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and checked my messages. Tasha had already started texting me.
Tasha:Girl call me when he leave the room.
Tasha:I’m dead serious.
Tasha:Don’t protect him.
I sighed and dropped the phone beside me before rubbing my hands over my face carefully so I wouldn’t touch the bruise too hard. The crazy part was that I wasn’t even embarrassed anymore. I felt past embarrassment at this point. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs a few minutes later and then there was Rome pushing the bedroom door open like he belonged there, which technically he did, but still, even looking at him move around this room made me want to punch his ass.
“You hungry?” he casually asked like it was nothing.
I looked at him like he had lost his damn mind. “No.”
“You ain’t eat since yesterday.”
“And whose fault is that?”
Rome sighed and leaned against the dresser. “Navy, man…”
“No, don’t ‘Navy man’ me.” I stood up off the bed and grabbed one of my pillows before moving toward the couch near the windows. “I really don’t wanna hear shit you gotta say right now.”
“You dragging it.”
I immediately stopped walking and looked back at him. “That’s the problem with you,” I said. “You really don’t think you do nothing wrong.”
Rome rubbed his beard with a slow stroke. “I already told you I was wrong for putting my hands on you.”
“But not wrong for stealing my money?” I raised a brow. “Or fucking other bitches right?”
He had that tight look on his face again. “There you go again with this money shit.”
I laughed in disbelief. “This money shit? Rome, you cleaned my account out.”
“I moved it.” He shrugged like it wasn’t shit.
“Without asking me.” I snapped.
“We married.”
“Please stop saying that like it erase everything else, and please stop throwing up the marriage when it’s convenient for you!”
Rome pushed off the dresser and slowly walked towards me. Usually when he moved like that, confident and calm, it did something to me. Rome had always been fine and wasn’t no denying that. He was tall, dark smooth ass skin, tattoos everywhere, pretty teeth, deep voice, smelled good all the damn time. Even now, after everything, I hated that my body still noticed him before my brain could stop it, but then I’d look at my reflection in the mirror and remember exactly who he really was underneath all that pretty shit.
“You know why I moved that money,” he said.
“Because you controlling.”
“Because you was about to do something stupid.”
“What’s stupid is putting your hands on your wife and getting another bitch pregnant.”
Rome clenched his jaw, and there went that look again. It was that same look when he was trying to stop from taking it there. “You keep throwing that in my face.”
“Because it happened!”
“And I said I was wrong.”
