Page 30 of Sun Kissed Moments

“Coming to check on yo’ ass,” she spat. “You didn’t say a word to me before you ran in here. Now, tell me what the hell is going on.”

“Nothing’s going on, Ma. Can you get out of my room, now?” She had to get away before any more tears had a chance to fall. I turned away from her to mask the feelings bubbling over. She snatched me back around and scoffed.

“What the hell?” She stared into my eyes as they welled up. I couldn’t stop the tears from spilling over. “So, it’s true?" She pursed her lips and shook her head.

“What’s true?” I asked stupidly.

She knew it and gave me that look only a mama could give. “I wasn’t born yesterday. You and Dane? It’s true,d” she stated.

Sighing, I removed myself from her hands and hated that my eyes started sweating heavily.

“Justina, I told you—”

“Please!” Exasperated, I held up my hands. “I don’t need you to rub it in my face, okay.”

“Yes, you do!” she replied. “That’s the only way you seem to get anything through your head. I have to keep reminding you that I know what’s best for you. Now go in the bathroom and clean yo’ face.”

If it meant getting rid of her, I hurried to the bathroom. I stayed there for most of the night, crying and wishing Dane would’ve been who I hoped he would be. Everything I said I wasn’t going to do, I did with Dane. I made one dumb ass decision after another. Maybe my mama was right. Love wasn’t for me.

“So, are we just gon’ ride the whole way to London in silence?”

Kady’s question drew a scowl on my face as she entered the lounge area. Angelo glanced at her, too, and immediately found his way out of the lounge. He wasn’t trying to be caught dead in the vicinity of Kady.

Her team had some nerve asking me to let them ride with me at the last fucking minute. Initially, I told them no. Then I got another call from her agent, whom I owed a favor or two. Even though Kady’s team was in tow, if Justina knew I was on this jet with Kady, she’d kill me. Which was why I’d been texting Justina since I agreed to let Kady and her crew fly with me.

Justina had yet to respond to my messages. I chalked it up to a signal issue, so I didn’t trip. However, by hour five into my flight, Justina still hadn’t replied to my messages. I attempted to sleep but couldn’t do so until I heard from my baby. So, I was at the bar, trying anything to keep myself from turning this jet around.

Kady ordered a drink from the bartender and chuckled. “Damn, Lil’ Miss Perfect got you trained, huh?”

To that, I had to address Kady. As always, she was on some messy shit. Although fine as fuck, she was one bitch I was grateful I never fucked.

“Lil’ Miss Perfect is exactly who she thinks she is,” I said. “And I’d suggest you keep her name out ya mouth.”

She threw her head back and laughed. “Ooh, you don’t play about her,” she joked. “She told me that the two of you are married. Is that true?”

“Mrs. Richards ain’t ya fuckin’ business, shawty. Neither am I. Now get on ‘fore I kick you off my fuckin’ jet. While we in the fuckin’ air.”

Kady turned her nose up, grabbed her drink, and stormed off. Shaking my head, I wasn’t about to play with Kady. A minute of my time was one minute too long. I would never have Justina out here thinking I was unfaithful to her. I would never let the narrative build. I’d kill a bitch before I let her come between Justina and me.

Hours later, I arrived in London and wasted no time calling Justina as the driver took us to the villa I owned here. It was nearly five by the time we made it to the villa. As I expected, the villa was sparkling clean, the food was stocked, the floors were pristine, and the grounds were manicured.

“You good?” Angelo asked. “You looked worried on the flight.”

“I can’t get in touch with Justina,” I said as I entered the villa.

Just then, a message came through my phone.

Just Me & U: Listen, I had a great time with you, but it’s best that we part ways.

The fuck? I thought.

I dialed Justina’s number so fast, dizziness swept over me. She sent me to voicemail again.

Me: Nah, that ain’t gon’ work, baby. If this is about Kady, I swear to you I’m not on bullshit. You know I’m not.

Just Me & U: No, it’s not about her. This is my decision. I can’t do this with you.

I called her again because she had life fucked up if she thought we were done. Again, her voicemail clicked on. I growled like a maniac. She knew I hated when she didn’t answer her fuckin’ phone.