Chapter 14
I’d been home from Vegas for three days and had been very busy.
That hadn’t stopped me from calling Harvest multiple times a day, with no answer.
She hadn’t responded to my texts, either, and I wasn’t feeling that shit.
I knew she needed some time to get her head together, but that didn’t mean I had to be ignored.
I missed her ass. I’d been stalking her social media pages to see if she posted anything, but she hadn’t.
She told me she was done with dude, but I couldn’t help but think he went back over after I told him not to, and they got back together or something.
I would hope she wouldn’t do no shit like that since we were still married, and that would be committing adultery.
I chuckled and shook my head at my thoughts.
Could it be considered cheating since we hardly knew each other?
I thought so because, regardless, she was my wife and consummated the marriage, so shit was real to me.
I really wanted us to stay together forever.
Harvest meant the world to me, and I felt like I was in love with her ass already.
I would give her a little more time to come around, but if she didn’t soon, I would find her.
Since I’d been home, I had multiple meetings with my team.
We discussed the numbers for one of my female rappers, Miami.
She had been doing good, but her reputation was something different.
People made assumptions about her, but they weren’t true.
At least I hoped they weren’t. It wasn’t my business to worry about what my artists did behind closed doors, but if it ever affected their sales, then it would become my business.
I listened to my team speak on some not so nice things that were said about Miami, and I didn’t like it.
She was the best rapper in the industry at the moment, but people looked at her differently because she hadn’t been in a relationship since she started.
She also had been spotted with different men, but I knew her, and she wasn’t fucking all of them niggas.
“Let’s put a pin in that conversation right now. We’ll have to come up with ways to make sure the people don’t look at her in a negative light. What else we got going on?”
They continued to tell me everything else that I missed while I was gone.
The chick that Harvest and I saw in Vegas had reached out, and she and her team were ready to sign a contract.
They had plans on coming out here in a few days.
I couldn’t wait to share the news with Harvest, but her ass hadn’t answered me.
I wished she would have told me if I had done something wrong.
Maybe me threatening her old dude turned her off, even though she seemed okay once he was gone.
I was serious as hell about that shit too.
I wouldn’t get my hands dirty if I didn’t have to, but I had some people that could touch dude if he got out of line.
I made too much money and had too many people relying on me to get myself caught up.
It took hours to conclude all my business, and I was exhausted.
It felt like I had been running on fumes the whole time I was in Vegas and even when I came home.
My sleep had been off since I no longer slept next to Harvest. That woman implanted herself into my bloodstream.
I might have been hallucinating, but I could smell her scent as if she were in the room with me.
Noah had the day off since I only went to the office and back home, so I drove myself for the day.
When I arrived home, I was surprised and angry by the dark purple G-Wagon that was parked in front of my gate.
I knew exactly who it was because I’d paid extra to have that shit painted the color it was, along with the engraved name in the headrests and the customized license plate.
If I were a petty person, I would have taken that shit back, but it wasn’t worth the fight that would ensue.
Instead of opening the gate, I parked in front of it. I wasn’t in the mood for company, especially the person that waited for me.
I didn’t even bother with turning my truck off. I opened the door and stepped out at the same time my unwanted guest got out.
“You were fucking that fat bitch all along,” Ivy had the nerve to say as she approached me.
“First of all, watch how the fuck you speak on my wife.” I made sure I emphasized the word wife.
Her eyes ballooned before water filled them. I wasn’t sure why she looked like she was hurt, because she did this shit to herself.
The first tear trailed down her cheek as she said, “I was supposed to be your wife.”
I leaned against my truck and crossed my arms over my chest. The sun was out in full force, shining directly down on my driveway. I was hot, but there was no way I was letting Ivy into my house, let alone my yard.
“You were, but you stood me up, remember.” I chuckled as I reminded her of why we weren’t married. “Not only did you stand me up, but you also didn’t even have the decency to call. I had to find out on social media that you ran back to your ex, so please don’t come at me with that bullshit.”
“I made a mistake, Boston. You can’t just forget about me like that.”
I stared at Ivy with her leggings and T-shirt on. She looked like she had been going through it in the last few days, but that wasn’t my problem.
“A mistake.” I scoffed. “That’s what you call me spending all that money on a wedding for you not to show up.
” My voice had risen louder than it should have.
Ivy and I were done, so there was no reason for me to be angry, but I was.
It wasn’t anger because I wanted her back.
Nah, I was angry because she acted like what she did was no big deal.
“I got scared. I—” She looked down at the ground. “I thought I wanted something else, but I don’t. I’m sure you can forgive me and we can try again.” More tears fell as she damn near pleaded, but that shit didn’t move me.
“Ivy, let me make myself clear to you. You aren’t the victim here.
I am. I looked like a fucking fool in front of all those people.
I went out and got so damn drunk because of what you did, that I married a stranger.
Turns out, that stranger is the best thing that happened to me.
She makes me feel like I have new life in my body.
The money and all that other shit didn’t matter to her; she fucked with me the long way.
“Now, I had a long ass day, and I’m tired.
We don’t have shit else to talk about. You can keep the truck and anything else I ever gave you.
If you have anything left in there”—I pointed to my house—“I’ll have it packed up and sent to wherever you want it sent.
Make this the last time you show up at my house, because if my wife was here, shit would have turned out way different.
Don’t call me or nothing.” I pushed off the truck and got closer to her.
“And make sure whatever you do, don’t reach out to my wife.
If you do, I swear I will make your life hell.
Don’t fuck with me, Ivy. Have a nice life.
” I got back in my truck, opened the gate, and drove through it.
Ivy watched me for a moment before she got back in her truck and pulled out of my driveway.
I made sure the gate was fully closed before I continued up the driveway and pulled into the garage.
Being with Harvest made me realize that I was never supposed to marry Ivy.
Ivy had been through things with me, and I felt like I was obligated to give her the life she wanted, but I wasn’t.
I was getting older and wanted kids, and Ivy was convenient.
I had love for her, but I wasn’t in love with her like I thought.
She had some damn audacity, showing up here acting like I had done her wrong.
I wasn’t even mad about the wedding because it led me to Harvest.
Before I got out of the truck, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sent Harvest a text.
Me:
Time to come home, mama.