Chapter 20 #2
“Sis, you think this a good idea?” Britain asked over the phone as I turned into the entrance of the Ritz.
“It’s the only idea I got, Brit. I miss my husband.”
“I know. Priest and I had our issues, and whenever he called for space or if I did, it killed me.”
“I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I think my hair is falling out, Britain,” I stressed dramatically.
She laughed. “If you’re anything like me, be just as dramatic when you finally talk to him. Your brother always tries to play hard, but as soon as I start my damsel in distress act, he folds.”
I witnessed that shit with my own two eyes. No matter how upset my brother was with her, he always softened up whenever she got emotional. From our last conversation when I was in hysterics, I didn’t think it would work with Ahkeem, but I for damn sure was gonna try again.
“Pray that Ahk’s the same way.”
“Girl, I sent three prayers up for you already. Soon as we hang up, I’m gonna send another. I miss Keemy for you. You’re so much happier with him.”
“He’s really my better half.” I sighed deeply. “I’m about to go in. I’ll call you if things go left.”
“Alright, Jazzy. If he’s not ready to talk, don’t force him.”
“I won’t.”
We said our goodbyes before ending the call. I hopped out of the car and made my way inside to the front desk.
“Hi. My husband is surprising me. Said to come pick up a room key from the front desk.” I smiled politely, lying straight through my teeth. I was really good at that, obviously.
“May I have your husband’s name?” the woman asked.
“Ahkeem Hendricks.” I checked the last couple transactions on his card and saw he had been getting billed for a stay at the property. This was the same hotel we came to on our wedding night. Hopefully all the good memories we had here were able to fill his head and calm him down a little.
The woman typed away on her computer before requesting my driver’s license. I was so grateful that I had gotten my documents updated with my new last name. Without any further questions, she handed me the key card and advised me of his suite number.
I rode the elevator up to the fifteenth floor. I turned down the corridor and ran right into someone. I was so focused on ensuring I didn’t bypass Ahk’s room that I wasn’t even paying attention. “I’m sorry—“
My words got lodged in my throat once I realized it was Amina. “My bad, Jazzlyn.” She smirked.
Her coming down the hall of the same floor Ahk’s room was on wasn’t a fucking coincidence. Her face looked like she had seen a ghost. I probably was the last person she expected to see after taking a ride on my husband’s dick.
“Bitch,” I sneered before taking a step back just so I could make sure I wasn’t tripping.
My heart started beating rapidly against my chest. Heat overcame my entire body.
This bitch had been lingering around like the bloodhound she was, just waiting on an opportunity to fuck Ahkeem, and he fucking gave it to her!
The minute I interrupted their conversation on the balcony at the penthouse, I fucking knew this hoe was out to get Ahkeem back!
“Jazzlyn, I’m sorry.” The apology that spilled from her mouth that was probably coated with my husband cum gave me all the confirmation I fucking needed.
They had fucked. His get back was to fall into his old hoe’s pussy.
The nigga couldn’t even last a year being married before falling into some pussy other than mine.
Yes, I fucked up, but if the roles were reversed, I would’ve never sought revenge by jumping on the next dick.
Ahkeem fucking betrayed me, and as soon as I dealt with Amina’s low-down, trifling ass, I was gonna get up with him.
I dropped my purse, cocked my fist back and crashed it right in the center of her face.
The impact of my blow caused her to stumble back a little bit.
The rage that overtook me made me fucking unstoppable.
I got on top of that hoe and swung repeatedly.
My goal was to fucking disfigure her fucking face!
How fucking dare she?! Did she really take me as some prissy bitch who was gonna accept her apology and just cry about her fucking my husband? She had me fucked up, and the ass whooping I was handing to her was gonna teach her to keep her legs closed to married men.
I stood over her, punching her in her face, as she kicked and screamed on her ass. “You bum-ass bitch! You fucking knew we were married, and you still fucked him! Bitch, I should fucking kill you!” I seethed while sending my Chanel sneaker dead into her chest.
Her screams grew louder as she desperately pleaded for me to let her go. Adrenaline pumped through my body as I cocked my fist back and punched her right in the nose again. Blood pooled from her nose as a hysterical shriek sounded out of her.
It wasn’t until I was being pulled off her that I realized people had come out of their rooms to see what all the commotion in the hall was about.
The tattoos that covered the arms that were wrapped around me were a dead giveaway that it was Ahkeem. He came to that bitch’s rescue because if I had it my way, she would’ve been leaving this bitch in a motherfucking body bag!
“Lovey, calm the fuck down!” he ordered while pulling me away from her.
“Fuck you!” I snapped. Soon as he set me on the floor, I sent a harsh smack across his face. “You do this shit to me?! I fucking gave you everything! I fucking loved you!”
Hurt and guilt flashed his eyes. He had me backed into the corner of the hall near the elevators. He dropped his head low, unable to even look me in my eyes. “I’m sorry, Lovey.”
I sent another slap across his face. The impact was so hard, my fucking hand hurt. Salty tears cascaded down my face as I looked at him.
Life had a funny way of coming back to haunt you.
Karma never missed anyone, and I was proof of that.
In my mind, Amina was my fucking karma after I dealt with Cameron while he was married.
Cameron lied to me, and I didn’t know he was married to Avery, but it didn’t make the act less fucked up.
At the end of the day, the nigga was married, and I fucked him.
Now here I was, married and dealing with my husband dropping dick in a bitch he swore up and down should’ve been the least of my worries. See there… karma.
“Sorry?! That’s all you have to say?!” I shoved his chest. “I came here to fix us, Ahkeem! To beg and fucking plead for you to forgive me! And you were in there fucking her?! A bitch who isn’t even half of me?!”
Amina was getting aid from a staff member of the hotel.
I assumed one of the nosy-ass guests who poked their heads out to see what was going on called down to the front desk to snitch.
I fucked her up bad. I was ready to smile in my motherfuckin’ mug shot.
I had the money and the best lawyer in the city.
I wasn’t worried about those petty-ass charges.
“Let’s go talk about this shit in private, please. Nothing went down between me and that bitch,” he pleaded, not wanting to expose our now broken marriage to everyone who stood in the hall watching.
Unable to contain my anger, I punched him right in the fucking lip. He was playing with me at this point. Now he and Amina could walk around with matching busted lips. He grabbed my wrist tightly, restraining me from fucking him up.
“Lovey, please. It ain’t even like that. We don’t got to do this shit here.”
“Oh, now you wanna have a conversation? We’re done, Ahkeem. Go be with that bitch.” I slid my ring and wedding band off and tossed them at his feet. “You’re dead to me.”
I pushed past him, grabbed my purse off the floor, and patiently waited for the elevator.
Before I stepped on, I shot one last look in Amina’s direction, then at him.
He attempted to follow me, but I lifted my purse, reminding him I was strapped.
His best bet was to leave me the fuck alone before he ended up six feet under and I was being booked for murder.
Ahkeem and I were done!