Kileen ran his hand down his face. He did this when he was frustrated with what was going on.
“Can we move the fuck on, please! I haven’t been with that girl, and I’ve found my own place until we figure out what we are going to do. You are really giving the impression that you don’t want me anymore. I’m the only one working at this.”
I paused and puckered up my lips because what the fuck did he just say?
“What is it I’m supposed to be working on exactly, Kil? I didn’t mess this up,” I pointed in between us. “You did that all by yourself. Youshouldbe the one doing all the work.”
The nerve of this nigga coming into our home telling me we’re both supposed to be working. When I was working, he was busy working someone else. As soon as Kileen reached out and touched me, I became disgusted. He wasn’t Jah. He didn’t know my body like Jah did. How was that? How can a man I spent years with not know who I was or what my body liked?
There was a time I enjoyed being in my husband’s presence. The smell of his cologne and the way he looked at me. Right now, he was irritating me, and I wanted him gone. Then, as he lifted my head to kiss me, it all came back to me that maybe giving myself to Jah had clouded my vision of my husband. Shit, I didn’t know what was going on with me. What I did know is somebody had to go. I couldn’t juggle both of them.
“I found a marriage counselor that I would love for us to go to. Maybe we need to sit and talk to someone because there’s a disconnect between us, and I wanted to get to the root of the problem. The longer you’re away from me, I feel like I’m losing you.”
Shit, you already have.
“Just send it to my phone, and I’ll make arrangements. That will be me trying. If this doesn’t work, I’m filing for divorce.”
“I can agree to that.” He placed a kiss on my lips.
My stomach turned just thinking of him sleeping with that woman, so I wiped my lips.
“Really?”
“Really, Kil. Is there anything else you need?”
“I don’t know who this nigga is you are fucking, but that shit will never work out. He can’t keep up with your lifestyle as I can. Happy anniversary, Tati.” He released me and walked out of the house.
“Says the same man complaining about the price of Venus roses,” I said and rolled my eyes.
I went to lock my door and searched for my phone to call Jah to thank him for the roses and the gift card. As he answered, I smiled.
“Thank you for the flowers, but how did you get my address?” I told him.
“Q public,” he said casually.
“Next time, text me. My husband was here,” I told him.
Jah chuckled, “Never gave a fuck about him, baby. Why would I text you when it’s supposed to be a surprise?”
“It just caused a little tension that I wasn’t in the mood for today.”
“Answer your FaceTime, I want to look you in your face when I say this,” Jah said.
I answered without hesitation.
“Damn, you looked good as fuck.”
“Thank you.” I blushed.
My husband had just left and never once mentioned how I looked today. My hair was freshly done, my nails were done, and my toes were done. All the things he never noticed, even when we were in the same house.
“I see the nails have changed. Let me see the toes.” Jah licked his lips.
I put the camera down to the toes and wiggled them.
“Nah, not like that. Set your camera up, take that silk moomoo off, and show me the toes with that pretty ass pussy print.”
“Jah!”
