Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The next day, Symphony walked out of her bathroom and simpered at the sight of Block laid out across her bed snoring lightly.
His schedule was all over the place and when he was finally able to get some rest, he was out for the count.
Snoring, drooling, the whole nine. She didn’t want to wake him, so she was going to let him sleep.
Symphony had just showered and was getting ready to go to an NBA game with her best friend, Capricorn.
The plan was to be comfortable but cute, so she dressed in tight denim jeans, added a Gucci belt to accessorize, her top was made of black lace and see through.
On her feet were thigh high, black, leather boots with a flat heel, and she had her hair pulled back into a long weave ponytail.
All she needed to do was beat her face, and Symphony would be ready to go.
Truthfully, she would have rather curled up in bed and cuddled with Block, but she didn’t want to be that girl.
The one that always had to be up under a man.
She didn’t go out much due to work, so when her friends wanted to link, she didn’t feel it was right to flake on them for a man.
It took her fifteen minutes to do her makeup, and Block hadn’t stirred.
When she was done, Symphony picked his shirt and jeans up off the floor to place on the bench located by her window.
Something fell from his pants’ pocket onto the fluffy carpet.
Narrowing her eyes to find whatever had fallen, she almost missed it but after leaning closer, two small pills caught her eye.
The saliva in her mouth dried up as she scooped the pills off the plush carpet and studied them.
Symphony was a doctor not a pharmacist, but she knew Roxi’s when she saw them.
Block had two single pain pills in his pocket.
She doubted that was the way he sold his drugs.
More than likely, they were for personal use.
Clicking her tongue, she scoffed as she laid his clothes on the bench.
With the pills cuffed in her hand, she walked into the bathroom and rolled off some tissue.
After wrapping the pills up, she tossed them in the trash.
Symphony heard her phone vibrating from the bedroom, and she went back into the room to answer the call.
“I’m five minutes away from your house. Go ahead and request the rideshare.”
“Okay.”
Capricorn was going to park her car at Symphony’s house, and they were being driven to the game.
The traffic wasn’t something either one of them wanted to maneuver through.
Traffic on a regular day could be hell depending on the time of day it was.
Game days or days when there were concerts, comedy shows, or any kind of event with a lot of people, the traffic would make a person lose their shit.
Symphony walked downstairs and requested a ride.
Just that fast, her mood had been ruined, and she hated it.
Jumping to conclusions was the quickest way to put herself in a bad mood, but it was hard not to think the worst. Block didn’t give addict.
She hadn’t even seen him smoking weed since they’d been dating.
Even if he wasn’t addicted to pain medication, if he kept up the recreational use, he would be.
Why was it so easy for those around her to have vices that weren’t good for them?
Was she the odd one because the only thing she was really addicted to was coffee?
She confided in him more than once about her sister, and he was doing the same thing.
Maybe. Symphony didn’t even want to talk to him about it because she was afraid of what he may say.
Capricorn arrived one minute before the Uber was set to arrive, so Symphony walked outside and locked the door behind her.
“Heyyy, Bookie Butt,” Capricorn sang after exiting her AMG Benz. Capricorn was a phlebotomy teacher, and her husband was a radiologist. He was a season ticket holder for the Diamond Cove Cougars, and when he couldn’t make a game, he gave Capricorn the tickets.
“Hey, boo,” the women hugged as Symphony faked a smile. She didn’t want to bring the vibe down with her drama.
Capricorn eyed Block’s Range Rover as their Uber Black arrived. “Ohhhh is Baby Boo in the house?”
“Yes, he’s asleep. Come on let’s go.”
Starting with their argument in his driveway, Capricorn knew about Block from day one.
She knew when he came into the office and when he sent her flowers.
Capricorn was all for her friend being wined and dined by a sexy man that seemed to have his shit together.
Symphony wanted to vent to her about the pills she found, but it wasn’t the time or the place.
“You’re glowing,” Capricorn observed inside the black Escalade.
“Am I?” It was going to be hard for her to pretend to be in good spirits, but Symphony knew she had to try. She wished she’d taken a shot before getting in the car.
“Yes, you are, and I love that for you. I remember those days,” Capricorn sighed, and Symphony’s brows furrowed.
“What do you mean you remember those days?”
“I want a divorce,” she stated as if she was talking about the weather.
Without even trying, Capricorn had succeeded in making Symphony forget her troubles for the moment.
She eyed her friend of ten years with a slack jaw.
“What do you mean you want a divorce? What happened?” Symphony was truly thrown for a loop.
As far as she knew, her friend and her husband, Terry were happy.
With a passive shrug, Capricorn released another sigh.
“I’m just not happy anymore. Terry has gotten so comfortable that he doesn’t even try.
We don’t go out on dates. He won’t take off work to spend time with me.
On his days off, he’s running errands for his mother, playing golf, or sleeping.
He’s boring. He’s not romantic. The sex doesn’t even hit the same.
I don’t know if he’s complacent or if he’s fallen out of love with me but either way, I can get go on about my business. ”
Symphony was speechless. “I can’t tell you what to do especially if you’re not happy, but don’t just give up like that.
I’m not saying that a man is the end all be all, but there is nothing out here for single people.
It’s straight up bullshit. Finding genuine people is rare. Have you talked to him?”
“I’ve tried. I’ve even attempted to plan vacations, and he just tells me to go with you or one of my other friends. We haven’t had sex in almost a month. I can’t remember the last time he kissed me. In the five years that we’ve been together, this past year has been the worst. I’m over it.”
“I get it,” Symphony mumbled. She had never been married, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that marriage was far from easy.
One thing she knew for sure was that there would be rough patches, and those rough patches might last for a good minute.
It didn’t sound like Capricorn was willing to keep fighting.
Symphony didn’t like it, but what could she do?
If her friend wasn’t happy, she had to do what she had to do for herself.
The opinions of others didn’t matter. Her friend’s plight made her think of Block.
What if they were married, and she had found the pills?
What if she were married to an addict? How long would she be willing to fight?
How much would she be able to take? It was during times like that when she fully agreed that being single was easier.
“Don’t let this news put a damper on the evening. I’m fine, friend. I promise I am.”
Unless she was a wonderful actress, Capricorn absolutely seemed fine. She didn’t seem like a woman heartbroken. If she wasn’t sad, then Symphony wasn’t going to be sad for her. However, the fact that pills fell out of Block’s pocket was going to be in the back of her mind for the entire night.
The driver was down the street from the arena when Symphony got a text message from Block.
Nasir: You should have woke me up before you left, so I could have given you a kiss and made sure you didn’t have on an outfit that would get you fucked up.
Despite how she felt about the drugs she found, his text made her smile.
She really did like Block, and she found herself praying that the pills weren’t as big of a deal as she was making them out to be.
He didn’t act like an addict, and he damn sure didn’t look like one.
Then again, Monique didn’t look like an addict either.
You looked so peaceful; I didn’t want to disturb you. I’ll send you a picture when I get in the stadium.
She still wasn’t sure she was going to confront him.
If he didn’t say anything, then she wasn’t going to say anything either.
Maybe he wouldn’t even miss them. If he was truly addicted, he’d noticed that two of his pills were missing, right?
Even if she did ask him about the pills, she wasn’t going to do so over text.
Inside the stadium, the women took each other’s pictures, and Symphony sent two of them to Block before she even made it to her seat.
They didn’t have floor seats, but they were pretty close.
Symphony observed that Capricorn wasn’t wearing her ring.
Two guys with floor seats kept staring at them, and they were fine as hell.
Block had declared that his dick was hers, and her pussy belonged to him.
Symphony was too old to let that alone imply they were exclusive.
That was a conversation that they hadn’t had, but she wasn’t interested in dating anyone else.
Even if she had the time to focus on more than one man, all she wanted was Block.
But whether or not he was going to be a good match for her remained to be seen.