The words slipped out so fast I mentally slapped myself.
“Rellianah!” My dad’s voice boomed in my ear.
“Your husband wants to know why the fuck Kyle and your bodyguards lost you at the airport! You got three kids at the house with the nanny claiming that they’re your long-lost friend’s children.”
I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples as his voice got louder.
“Now I know you better than you know yourself, young lady. So, tell me what the hell is going on!”
Before I could respond, he kept going.
“You are married, Rellianah. You need to respect your damn husband!” He spat.
“Don’t give me that shit, Mapheal!” I snapped. “I respect Cream to the utmost.”
“THEN WHY THE FUCK YOU IN TEXAS WITH KHAOS, CEASE AND CONFLICT?” His voice cracked through the phone like thunder.
His Jamaican accent got thicker which told me he was pissed off to the max See, I might’ve known everybody’s business… but my father? That man knew everything.
“Look,” I uttered, lighting my blunt while putting him on speaker. “My friend is in trouble. I just needed to use some resources to help her.”
“Since when you got friends?” He asked with amusement in his tone.
“Since now, damn it!” I rolled my eyes hard.
I clenched my jaw and counted to ten while sealing the blunt. Then I lit it. I took a long drag, held the smoke in my lungs for five seconds, then slowly released it.
“I know I’m wrong,” I admitted quietly. “But I care about this girl. Once I help her… I’m done with all this.”
I purposely spoke in code. I never discussed real business over the phone.
“Well convince your husband, not me,” he said coldly.
My stomach tightened.
“He should be out there as we speak. Me and your mother had to come babysit this whole damn village you got at the house.”
“Dad… please don’t tell me you?—”
Click. He hung up.
At that exact moment a knock hit the hotel door. My chest tightened. I already knew who it was. Khaos opened the door. At first I relaxed seeing it was just King and his men. Then another group of men stepped in behind them.
My stomach dropped. Kyle walked in first wearing a smug ass grin like this whole situation was funny. I mentally reminded myself to slap the fuck out of him later.
Then my husband stepped in.
Cream looked fine as hell, but the glare on his face could’ve burned through steel. His smooth caramel skin had a reddish tint that told me one thing. He was pissed.
“Everybody get the fuck out,” he said coldly. “Except King.”
The room cleared quickly. I stayed right where I was comfortably. Wrong and all, I refused to fold in front of my man easily. Before Kyle could leave, I spoke.
“Kyle… I don’t know why I don’t like you,” I said casually, blowing smoke from my lips. “But I don’t. You might work for my husband, but you’ll never work for me again.”
Cream and I locked eyes. The air between us thickened with tension. He was truly my soulmate. We could read each other without saying a word. My eyes begged him to understand. His eyes told me he didn’t give a damn about the situation. All he cared about were our kids… and the promises we made to leave this particular life behind.
“You’re fired, Kyle,” I said smoothly.
