Chapter ten #3
As good as the food was, I spent my entire time watching Gianna.
She was the reason I was here, so there was no way I should be sitting here by my fucking self like I didn’t belong.
Just the other day, I was ready to leave my wife to be with Gianna.
Now that my wife had left me and I was free to pursue a relationship with Gianna, she was fucking over me right to my damn face!
A couple of hours after she arrived, her and the dude stood up and made their way around the table saying goodbye to her family.
Once they left the building, I followed them outside.
She wasn’t going to get away from me that easily.
I needed to know what the fuck was going on between Gianna and that dude.
I knew she was grieving but damn! I didn’t come all this way to not spend time with her or to leave without getting any pussy.
And I certainly didn’t come out here to find out that she was giving my pussy away to some other muthafucka!
“Gianna!” I called out.
“Dammit!” I heard her say even though she hadn’t turned to face me yet.
“You don’t have to talk to that nigga!” the dude said.
“It’s fine,” she said as they both turned around looking agitated. “Oh God, Jonas! Haven’t I been through enough? Why are you even here?”
“You think I drove all this way for nothing? I came here for you…”
“I didn’t ask you to come!” she cried.
“It doesn’t matter because I’m here!”
“Look bro, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you ain’t gotta worry yourself about her no mo. Trust me when I say that I got this,” the dude said with a cocky smile. “She’s good.”
“Does it look like I’m talking to you?” I asked, hoping that I didn’t have to get gangsta with this nigga. “Gianna, you didn’t tell this nigga about me?”
“Yea, as a matter of fact she did tell me about her “friend with benefits”,” the dude said as he laughed. “But guess what homie? Your services are no longer needed, ya dig!”
“Gianna, is that who you told him I was to you? A friend with benefits!” I was pissed because obviously, I thought we meant more to each other than that. I lost my wife because of her and she called me a fucking friend with benefits!
“I did,” she said as she glared at me.
“So, who is he to you then?” I asked. “HUH?! If I’m your friend with benefits, who is this nigga?!”
“Oh, she didn’t tell you about me?” the dude asked. “I’m her man!” He smiled smugly as he draped his arm across her shoulders.
Now, I was heated. This bitch had really played me! Who the fuck did she think she was to play me?!
“Gianna, you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.”
“So! I didn’t tell you everything about me!”
“Don’t you think that’s something you should have told me before you busted it wide open for me?” I asked as I stared the dude down.
“Wow! Are you seriously doing this right now dude? After she just buried her grandmother,” the dude said.
“Shit, I was there just like you, but this has nothing to do with her grandmother. It has to do with me and her, so if I was you, I would mind my damn business!” I replied with an attitude.
“I can’t believe you’re acting this way Jonas, especially on a day like today! But you know what? I don’t have a darn thing to say to you anymore. Whatever we had is over!” Gianna spewed at me.
“Wow! That’s how you gon do me huh? After I came all the way over here to be with you!”
“I didn’t ask you to come! As a matter of fact, I told you not to come!” Gianna stated. “I am done with this conversation, and I’m done with you!”
“Gianna let’s go,” the dude said as he ushered Gianna away.
“Gianna really?” I called out. She didn’t even bother to respond or turn to look back.
She just climbed in the truck like she never heard me calling her.
The dude mean mugged me as he made his way around the truck and got in behind the wheel.
The two of them left me standing there looking like an idiot.
It had taken everything in me not to walk over to them and whoop his cocky ass. Of course, I didn’t do that.
I took a deep breath and held it together because the last thing I needed was to get locked up in New Orleans. I would have definitely lost my job for that shit!
I turned and walked back to my truck.
“FUUUUUCK!!” I yelled as I pounded the steering wheel.
I couldn’t believe Gianna had done me like that.
The shit had me so pissed I could barely hold it together.
Finally, after several minutes of arguing with myself, I turned the key and headed back to the hotel.
I should have probably hit the highway and gone back to Houston, but I figured while I was out here, I might as well enjoy myself.
New Orleans and Bourbon Street were definitely two things to help me get over my problems. I lost my wife and my girl in the same week.
I didn’t know what Gianna was thinking, but I was going to give her the space she needed.
I knew she was going through a lot, but I also knew she had to return to campus.
I would deal with our issues when she got back.
For now, I was going to hit Bourbon Street, grab a hurricane and enjoy my time here. Monday would be a totally different story because then we’d have to face off on my turf. And baby, if she didn’t play nice, I had something for that ass!