Chapter 6
SIX
Cyanna
She’d woken up like someone pinched her out of her sleep.
Karys was still to her left, snoring into the pillowcase.
She was used to his snores, even the grip of her against him.
It was the ache and strum between her thighs that shocked her back into reality.
Hours of fucking her best friend and holding another man’s last name.
Cyanna sighed, pushed her hands through her mangled hair.
She didn’t let him inside once or twice.
Four times. Letting the birthday boy fill her to the hilt every time.
“Shit,” she huffed to herself. The reality of acting out her inner-most fantasy sure his girlfriend was somewhere close.
Cyanna wiggled out of his hold, the evidence of him taking ownership in every ache, sting and burn of her body.
Folded up, stuffed to the brim. Bitten, licked, sucked, spanked, voice burning from muffling her cries of pleasure into the pillow.
She scanned the space for her underwear, dress, shoes, and clutch.
Finding it, she dressed, pecked on her almost dead phone and ordered her JoyRide. She had to get out of here undetected.
Her heeled feet inched through the bedroom, and she stopped a moment to adore how handsome he was.
Her kitty purred and she softly groaned.
She had to go, otherwise she as going to sit on his handsome face and suck his thick dick until he was ready to fill her up again.
No wonder the girls were throwing themselves at his feet, lining up to get picked; and the whole time, they owned each other.
Fear had stunted the garden that was supposed to be blooming by now.
Cyanna nipped her quivering lip and zapped the tears. Why she was running again and not regulating – beyond her. She slipped out the house undetected and met her driver at the end of the driveway.
When she got home, she was met by the coldness of the loveless house.
The wedding photos on the wall meant nothing.
As Cyanna looked around, she couldn’t remember a time where their lovemaking was passionate.
She initiated it. She dressed up for him.
Thousands on lingerie he barely paid attention to her in.
But this last year, no love, no care. Nothing.
Yeah, it was over. Her actions the night before and well into the morning confirmed that. Cyanna slipped out her heels, started her claw foot tub, removed her clothes and stepped in. She soaked the aches away but the memories of Karys devouring her played over and over again.
From her bath to the bed she’d spent most nights alone in, she drifted to sleep. When she woke up, it was well in to the evening. Her phone was dead, the house creaked with emptiness, and she laid there looking at her ring.
Cyanna sat up, pulled it off, and exhaled. “It’s really over.”
Her mind flashed back to that long stare while she walked hand-in-hand with Karys to the altar. Her mouth twitched with the need to lay all bare. “I love you. I want you. Tell me you love me, so I don’t have to do this.”
Silence lingering between them so thick it became unbearable to be around him for all of these years.
Now, it felt like her heart and yoni were trying to leap out of her body to get back to him.
Cyanna settled herself, found her phone, and plugged it up.
At the kitchen counter with leftovers she waited for it to power on.
A slew of texts. Karys mainly, but enough from Luther to raise her brow.
She knew what Karys wanted but Mr. Luther had her fate.
She navigated to his text that simply read sorry.
Multiple attachments. All of Damari and Jackie.
Out to lunch. Prenatal appointments. Baby shopping.
Boarding a flight. It’d been right in front of her face the whole time.
It all made sense now. She couldn’t be supported in her pregnancy because he was in it with her.
Every smile, every false act of concern.
They were in this for the long game. And if Cyanna could remember the first night she spent alone, this had been happening for at least a year and a half.
“Wow,” she announced to no one but herself.
Then, she laughed bitterly and wiped the tears that had the nerve to form.
This was all for the sake of feeling like he won.
He got the girl that Karys wanted and taunted her in his face.
Had she inherited the gang politicking ways from her father, she would have told Luther to erase his existence.
But that couldn’t be on her conscience. What she wanted more was to watch him crumble in front of her when she took his life.
A call came through – Mr. Luther.
She cleared her throat before she answered. “I saw it.”
“I’m really sorry, babygirl.”
“Don’t be. Any idea how long?” she asked.
“From what the PI found. The lease in his name was signed four months after you two got married. I’ve drafted up the papers. When is he supposed to be back?”
“Two days.”
“What can I do until then?” Mr. Luther asked.
“Nothing. I’m calling the movers. Forward everything to the penthouse,” Cyanna directed. “This should be a clean divorce?”
“He can’t contest it. He’s been cheating. Call me if you need me.”
The call ended and Cyanna got busy taking out the trash. Well into the night, she piled his things up in the car he left in the garage. Every single stitch of clothing, books, trinkets, whatever. She drove in her pajamas to the address where he’d been playing house and parked it.
When morning came, she took her bags to her car, handed the keys over to the movers and made her way to the penthouse she inherited.
How her father acquired all of these properties and still wanted to the politic his block was amazing.
Even in his control, he still had a good head for business.
Letting the firm fail was a way to keep the feds off of his trail.
Product of an OG Azul Heart living a legitimate life was his ultimate dream.
She’d done it. Cyanna could appreciate her accomplishments after she got over this sting.
She scrolled through her phone, reading the texts from Karys. One was important.
K: I’ll be back in a week. If he’s still around, I’m sliding that nigga out my way.