Trina, Malikah, and I were parked outside of Marcus's condo. Luckily his apartment had an exterior view so we were able to see into his apartment from where we were parked. It was dark inside, except fro the light from the television. I wasn't too concerned because he always kept the tv on at my place too. Hell, we sleep with it on. His car was not in the parking lot. It was 12:03 a.m.
"Girl, let's just go", I said. We had been sitting there for two hours. I wanted to go back to the bar but Trina said that we might as well stay at his place because he would always return there.
"Hell nall! We waiting right here. He will be here shortly. If he's not here by 3 a.m., that means he's staying at the tramps house.
I looked at my white, Michael Kors watch, with ruby around it. Marcus had given it to me for my birthday last May. It read 2: 27 a.m. My stomach was flip flopping. What if he didn't come home? What if he rolled up with another woman? What was I gonna do? What was I gonna say? How would I react?
"Trina, let's go. Malikah is tired." Malikah had been sleep since we got here. She was snoring and all. Not a good look for a gold digging diva, like herself.
"Just......" Before Trina could finish her sentence, Marcus's navigator pulled up. He was jamming some old school, booty shaking music. When he got out the car, Marcus did a little doo- doo brown move, turned around grabbed his coat and walked to his place.
I laughed. Partly because I had never seen Marcus dance and partly because I was grateful that he was alone.
"Let's go now", I declared. I was pleased with our little stakeout. Marcus was home alone. As we were pulling out of the parking lot, Marcus's door opened.
"I knew it", Trina muttered. She put the car in park. "I'm glad I didn't turn on the lights".
"Well, looky here, who is that at Marcus's truck? It damn sho"ll ain't his mama". Trina smirked.
I turned my head to see a very attractive lady grabbing a small carry-on suitcase and an overnight bag out of the back seat of Marcus's truck.
"so that meant that hussy was in that apartment waiting on him the whole time", Trina blurted.
"What you gonna do, Les?", Malikah asked.
I opened the back door of Malikah's car and threw up. I felt like I was gonna pass out. I was crying and throwing up for about five minutes. By the time I was done, the woman was gone back into the apartment.
My phone was ringing.
"Girl, it's Marcus". I felt like I was gonna heave again.
"Answer it", Trina yelled. "Sound like you're sleep".
"What am I supposed to say"?
"Act like you know nothing." Trina gave me a sip of her water, I took a deep breath and answered.
"Hello". I answered sounding sleepy.
"Awww, my baby sleep. I was gonna come over and cuddle up with you", Marcus sounded so sincere.
"Well, you know I will always make room in my bed for you".
"I will be there in a few". Marcus hung up.
"What the fuck was that about?", Trina asked annoyingly.
"He's on his way to my house".
Marcus was getting into his car with his suit and his small bag he brought whenever he stayed over.
"Well, we gotta beat him there", and with that said, Trina hit the gas.
The whole ride back to my house the three of us bounced the idea of who this woman was. How the hell do you let your man come home and leave right back out at 2 something in the morning. This shit was crazy. secretly, I am so happy that it turned out this way. Trina hated men, and especially men like Marcus, married with women on the side. She has warned me several times about how Marcus and I would end up because of her relationship, but I feel differently about Marcus. although he is still legally married, I feel in my heart that he is mine.
I got upstairs, showered, and in bed, about 10 minutes before Marcus walked in. I pretended as if I had fallen off to sleep. He tapped me on my shoulder and I turned over to see him undressing. He had on the same thing he had on when I had just seen him. He crawled in the bed behind me. I made special attention to his scent. Nope, he was wearing, Kenneth Cole, reaction, one of my favorites on him. There were no lipstick stains, no smell of perfume, just the smell of Hennessy on his breath. After I taken it all in, I allowed him to take me all in. I would ask questions later.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment