Chapter 7
7
Kwame
“I have no idea how you got my phone number or why you’ve been calling me nonstop, but you have my attention now,” I said as I sat down in front of Tania, Esani’s best friend.
We were sitting in J. Alexander’s, and I was trying to understand her problem. She had been calling me non-stop for the past three months and leaving voicemails, telling me that it was urgent and imperative that she talked to me face to face. This was weird, and I was two seconds from telling Esa about her girl, but I wanted to see exactly the emergency of her wanting to meet with me so bad.
“Listen, I’m sorry. I don’t want to prolong this because I see you’re a little upset. You’re a great man, Kwame, and I think it’s wrong what Esa’s doing to you.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, getting irritated.
“She’s cheating on you. She has been since the moment you two got together. I’ve sat back and watched her play all these great men for years—men who give her the world and treat her like a queen, and yet, she could care less about them.”
I didn’t know if I was going deaf, but anything she said after her confession was like trying to listen under water. There was no way my beautiful Esani was doing me wrong. No way was she cheating on me because we practically lived together. If I wasn’t at her house, she was at mine, so I had no idea how she was able to cheat on me unless she was doing it during the times I went out of town. The woman I knew wouldn’t dare cheat on me...not after telling her of my past relationship and her swearing to me that I was all she needed. She was perfect to me, and I was wondering if her friend was just on some hating shit, trying to tear us apart.
“I don’t have time for your games, Tania. What are you gaining by lying and trying to tear us apart?”
Tania shook her head and reached inside of her bag, pulling out an envelope.
“There’s your proof. I feel bad that I had to do this, but I couldn’t let her keep doing this to you. There are good men like you who gets played by women like her, only for women like me to get the short end of the stick. It’s not fair, and I’m really sorry about this. I love Esa. She’s really a sweet person at heart, but she’ll never love you that way that you deserve.” Tania stood and walked away.
I stared at the envelope for a good five minutes before I picked it up and opened it. I kind of already knew what was inside, especially if Tania came with proof of my beloved’s infidelity, but I needed to make sure that it was true. I needed this chick to be wrong and delusional, but after pulling the photos from the envelope, I knew that she was right. Esa was hugged up with three different men. One of them I noticed was Marcus Lesure from the Detroit Lions. I couldn’t believe my eyes as she smiled affectionately at these men, smiling the same way she’d smile at me with those full dimples on display.
“Sir, can I get you anything else?” the waitress asked me.
I shook my head, stuffing the photos back in its place then dropping a few twenties on the table. I stood and left the restaurant feeling defeated. I must have been a magnet for cheating ass women. Maybe I was too nice, too caring, or came on too strong when meeting them, but something had to be wrong with these broads. Or maybe there was something wrong with me. Was I an ugly nigga? Nah. It definitely wasn’t my looks. Did I look like a fucking cornball? I didn’t know what it was, but at least Charlene didn’t hide the fact that she didn’t love me. With Esa, everything seemed so surreal, and I was ready to take it to the next level. I had bought her her dream home, copped her a six-carat diamond ring because I was planning to propose tonight over the dinner I was cooking her. Not after this though. It was officially over with us.