“Ashton, I said?—”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
I stormed through the doors.
I didn’t bother to call and warn Alex that I was coming. I rolled up on his house and banged on the front door. I had to knock several times before he finally came and answered.
“The fuck. Nigga, what’s wrong with you knocking on my door like that?”
“Alex, is everything okay?” A woman came into the living room behind him, wearing a short robe. I noticed Alex only had on basketball shorts, which told me that I had probably interrupted a private moment, but I didn’t care.
“Nigga, what’s wrong with you fucking my wife like that?”
Alex’s eyes narrowed and then lit with humor. Shaking his head, he replied, “That’s what she’s telling you now? Listen, man, I don’t know what’s going on with Muffin, but I don’t want any part of y’all’s home issues.”
“Nigga, you made yourself a part of it the minute you touched my wife.”
“Alex, what is he talking about?”
“Baby, go back to the room. I got this. Look, Ash, I don’t know what the fuck Muffin told you, but?—”
“She ain’t said nothing, my nigga. But these pictures said it all.” I threw the pictures at him.
The woman kneeled and picked up a couple. Pressing her hand over her mouth, her eyes watered, and she asked, “Alex, how could you?”
“Baby, those pictures are from before you.”
“If by before you, he means that you hooked up with him in the last few days, then yeah, it was before you.”
“You cheated with this man’s wife, Alex?”
“Baby, you don’t understand the type of woman she was.”
“I don’t give a damn what type of woman she was, she is someone’s wife!”
“No, she was a ho, who?—”
Before he could finish that statement, I hit him in the mouth, and he stumbled backward. But he came right back with a left hook that caught me in the jaw. From there, it was on. We crashed into a shelf, and some glass figurines crashed to the floor.
The woman screamed and warned us to stop or she would call the cops. It fell on deaf ears, and we kept fighting until the cops came knocking. My black ass was the one who got taken away, because him and her both stood on the fact that he was simply defending himself after being assaulted in his home.
“I could livelike this forever. I can truly say that I am a blessed woman.” I giggled as I bit into another one of the expensive chocolates.
It was nothing new for me to receive expensive gifts from athletes after I had done a story on them, but I hadn’t even written Ashton’s story yet. I was pleasantly surprised when the gifts were delivered to my home an hour ago.
I thought about calling him and thanking him, but I figured there would be time for that. I had been reading a book and bored. A part of me had been considering calling Collier and seeing if we could make up, but then I had to ask myself if that was what I really wanted. I didn’t.
Collier was boring, full of himself, and I knew we weren’t going anywhere. So calling him up would have been a waste of my time. Since he walked out, he hadn’t called me, and I knew that I should just let it go.
The ringing of my phone interrupted my useless internal debate. “Hello?”
“Hey, you might want to get down here to the station as soon as possible,” Tommi stated when I answered the phone.
I swung my legs onto the floor and sat up. I had been reclining on my chaise lounge when my phone rang.
“Come to the station for what? Is it Evie? No, it’s got to be Sabrina. What has she done now? Please say it wasn’t a drunk and disorderly.” My best friend was as bourgeois as I was, but put a little liquor in that girl, and she could get as ratchet as a hood girl and had a mouth like a sailor.
“No, it’s not Evie or Sabrina.”
