“Damn. I got a time limit on how long I can talk to my wife now?” I never moved, and my expression never changed. She was wasting time. “Fine. I fucked up last night. I can admit that. We were drunk, and I lost control. Trina is an ex and always will be. I can’t voice that enough. You’re my wife, and I disrespected you in a way that would crush me if the tables were turned. I know you not gon’ just run back, but can you at least forgive me? I want this marriage.”
I heard everything she said. I wouldn’t lie and say I didn’t want this marriage equally, because I did. Alexis made me happy overall. However, I wouldn’t excuse her actions and the fact that she was cooking for someone else at the moment. Her words meant nothing to me.
All I granted her was a head nod, then turned to leave. I heard her out, and I was ready to go. I headed for the door with my wife on my heels.
“Baby, walking away won’t fix us, and neither will lack of communication. Can you stop for a second? Damn.” Lex was trying, but I really didn’t have the energy for us.
“Can y’all do this after I eat and go home? Begging don’t look good on you either, baby.”
That voice I knew all too well. I stopped walking when I heard her speak. Alexis was really trying me. My first thought was beat Trina’s ass from the stairwell to the door and then on the porch steps outside. My second thought was they do what was allowed, so leave. Thought two won.
Chucking up the deuces, I walked out with my wife throwin’ explanations left and right. In one ear and out the fuckin’ other was where they went. Entertain a clown, and they were sure to make you laugh eventually. I thought so much of my wife, but she was nothin’ more than a joke to me.
Once I got to my car, I turned around to face her. The lil’ midget had tears flowing rapidly like she had the right to be hurt or sad about anything. I allowed her to step into my personal space continuing with her pleas.
“Alexis, I?—”
She cut me off with a kiss that made me buckle. Her mouth was the weapon she used to get her way. I was that close to being dumb in love when Trina’s voice brought me back to reality. Breaking the kiss, I pushed my soon to be ex-wife off me.
“Alexis, I want a divorce.” With that, I hopped in my new Wraith and headed to Nashville. I needed a breather, and Nashville held my condo I never sold from college. Space from everybody, including Hunz, was all I wanted.
Two days was how long I’d been cooped up in the condo crying. The person I poured my all into shitted on our marriage—hell, me. The fucked-up thing was, with time, I probably would’ve gone back to my wife. But cheating wasn’t enough for her. She had to bring the bitch back to where I laid my head and disrespect me even further.Lesbians don’t cheat my ass.
A call came through my phone from Hunz, which I ignored with the quickness. Fuck him. He made the dumbass suggestion of hearing the bitch out, and that got me nowhere. My phone rang again, with Belle Air calling. I answered for her, even though I didn’t want to.
“Hey, my baby.”
“Nei, are you okay?” She was concerned as usual.
“I’m good, Belle. Tell your husband to stop callin’ my phone before I block him. I have no words for him.” And I meant that.
“I will. I’m guessin’ you want to be alone, am I correct?”
“You always are. Can you do me a favor though? I have a meeting with the twins tomorrow at eleven. Can you take the meeting for me? It’s just an update meeting for the lounge.”
“Yeah. I can do that for you. I heard what went on with you and Gills. Nei, what’s goin’ on with you?”
I told her exactly what I told Christian and Hunz. How I felt was how I felt. The only person that could change that was Christian, who I owed a genuine apology to. Gills was a pastor that didn’t need those…my typeof problems in his life.
“Sort through your feelings and call me when you can. I love you, Nei.” Belle was always genuine, so I believed her when she said those three words. She hung up, leaving me to my thoughts.
My phone chimed, letting me know I had a text. The number wasn’t saved, but from the message, I knew exactly who it was.
615-498-0117: I just wanna make sure you’re okay. People are worried about you, including me. Hunz called and filled me in. He also gave me your number, upon my request of course. Get back to me at your earliest convenience.
Christian checking on me was sweet. Me getting back to him would have to wait though. I planned on goin’ against my rules and gettin’ Jourdell Evans drunk tonight.
Gills
My sleep had been interrupted for the past week. One full night was all I asked for. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, and it read 3:19 a.m. I got up from my bed to use the bathroom when my cell rung again. Whoever wanted my attention was callin’ for the third time. I ignored the first two calls since my phone was on the dresser and not near me. Since I was up, I could see who wanted this sanctified curse out.
I answered, thinking somethin’ was wrong due to the time. “Journei, what’s wrong?”
“Gills, how quick can you get to Nashville? This damn man took my car keys.” Her words were slurred.
“Where are you, Journei?”
“Aye, white boy. The fuck is the name of this bar… I’m at Drunken Fish. I think they gon’ steal my car ’cause I’m perfectly fine.”
