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Mariah pulled her hand away from mine and sat back in her chair.

“How dare you,” she said slowly. I palmed my face with my hand, knowing where this was about to go.

“You came over here being all nice and shit to tell me you are in love, Rosama?” Mariah asked with an attitude.

“No, I am trying to get you to see somethin’ that’s been put in your face for a long time now.”

“You are not trying to tell me shit that I don’t already know.”

“Oh, yeah?” I shot back. “So you know I don’t love you. You know it is nothin’ to be fixed between us.”

That made her shut up for a second. Mariah took a deep breath with her eyes closed and opened them back up with a weird-ass smile on her face.

“Rosama, my husband, I love you. I still love you, and I want us to fix our marriage.”

“Are you slow, girl?” I asked. “Or are you on some shit? Mariah, you have been trippin’. You set me up, you trashed my girl's porch, you was crazy with her ass, and she don’t even know shit about us⁠—”

“Oh,” she said, cutting me off. “So you keeping your wife from your girl? What do you think she would do if she found out?”

I leaned across the table. “You better leave her the fuck out of this shit.”

Mariah laughed. “Or what, Rosama? Scared ya bitch might leave you? It’s okay; it don’t seem like you have any problems getting one.”

Mariah thought this shit was a game, but I wasn’t playing the slightest bit. I reached across the table before she could even think about it and yanked her up while walking backward, pressing her against the wall.

“Play with me when it comes to her if you want to⁠—”

“You care about that girl more than me?” Mariah asked.

“I do. I want her. I don’t want shit to do with you.”

Mariah started crying, and I dropped her to the ground. I didn’t feel like hearing her shit.

“Mariah, just sign the papers. We don’t have to have any issues, and it could be cool if you just did this one thing.”

Mariah looked up at me. “Rosama, I am not repeating myself. I am not signing shit until you give us a chance.”

“Fuck it then, bitch!” I said, walking to the front door. “Plan your fuckin’ funeral.”

As I opened the door, I thought about it.

“And anotha thing, you crazy ass bitch. I was sleepin’ with Monica for a whole fuckin’ year! I wanted to get caught and get rid of you, but like a fuckin’ gnat, you neva fuckin’ leave!”

I slammed her door shut, hopped in my car, and pulled off, mad at myself again.

My day was gonna end on a high note. I got Blaze, and I should have just gone home, but instead, I fucked with crazy.

I thought about the whole conversation with Mariah my whole drive home, and when I got to my crib, something I said made my heart skip a beat.

I told Mariah Nylah didn’t know about her, and I didn’t know how she was gonna carry that shit.

Once inside my place, I got changed and rolled up, trying to find a lil’ bit of peace as I thought.

My next mission was to get Nylah back around me. Hopefully, that would keep Mariah away from her until my birthday. That's her deadline, anyway.

Chapter 29

Mariah