“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to call my girls, I’ve got shit to do. This bitch live here in town?”
“I don’t know where she lives.” I watched him closely to see if he was lying or not.
"Oh by the way, call the exterminator."
"What for, wasn't he just here?" He was looking all sorts of perplexed.
"That bitch said she was in my house, I need him to check for fleas."
"Nobody was in this house what..."
"I'm supposed to believe you? Call him."
I probably shouldn't have bitched so much when they took all the soaps off the TV. Fuck, now I'm living my own. Be careful what you wish for.
Chapter 7
I went to our room and blasted David Guetta’s Titanium. I was getting myself pumped for this bitch. He must’ve been feeling brave because he followed me not long after.
“Baby please, stop this. I’ll talk to the girl and find out what’s going on. Maybe there’s some kind of misunderstanding…”
“Misunderstanding, what kind of misunderstanding would that be? She forgot which dick she fell on?” He hung his head and shook it.
"Princess I didn't sleep with her, it was just conversations."
"Conversation? Was your phone broke?"
He looked at me with a puzzled frown on his face.
"No why?"
"If you were lonely, and needed someone to talk to, you have a perfectly cognizant wife who was here lonely and needing conversation too. I ought to just punch you in your face."
He tried talking, but I sung over his ass, I was done. He might’ve started this shit by being stupid, but I was about to end it; and that bitch wasn’t going to be smiling when I was done.
“In these conversations, what were they about?”
“Nothing serious, just shit about her life and stuff like that. She wants to go back to school and I was trying to talk her into going back. I never gave her any reason to believe that there was anything more going on but just straight up conversation. You can ask the guys they’d vouch for that.”
“What, your team mates? Like I’ll believe them.”
“So what are you planning to do now? And will you turn that shit off and talk to me?”
“Ladies, when your man wanna get buck-wild just throw back and hit him up style.” I broke out the Blue Cantrell on his ass.
“Me? I’m gonna get my girls together, then I’m going shopping, because even if you didn’t fuck that bitch, you spent time with her that belonged to me. I’m spending thousands big boy, you better make sure my card is straight.” I’m not the shopping type, most of my jewelry and shit, he bought. I usually just spend money on the kids, but this shit calls for retail therapy.
“Oh and another thing, you said you’d talk to the girl. That’s a no-no, you have nothing more to say to her or your ass will answer to me. I got this. You hear ME Travis Shackelford?”
“I understand that you’re pissed, but watch your fucking mouth when you’re talking to me. Don’t forget who the fuck You married.” I guess he forgot I was the one with the gun. Just to remind him I twirled it around my finger.
“That shit don’t scare me. I’m not about to be taken out to the shed for some shit I didn’t do, so get that shit outta your crazy ass head.” He tried advancing on me but I was ready for his ass. One shot to the ceiling.
Oh shit. “Travis, get off.” This crazy ass man knocked the gun out of my hand. “I told you right? Now you need to calm the fuck down and let me try to figure out what the fuck this is all about, instead of going off all half cocked.”
“No, that bitch started this, I’m about to end it. You didn’t want to talk about it last night and now she’s calling me on a daily basis. SHE THREATENED TO TAKE MY BABIES.”
“She what?”
“That’s right, your rot crotch bitch said she was gonna play mom to my kids. I’ll put both your asses in the morgue before I see that happen. Now get the fuck off of me. I gotta call Jilessa.”
“Oh shit baby, not Jilessa.” I smirked at him; I know he knows what calling Jilessa and getting her involved meant. Whoever this Tiffany was, whatever game she was playing, she’d bitten off more than she could chew.
Now was a good time to break out the tears, my hubby cannot stand to see me cry. “I need to do this baby, she threatened my womanhood. How would you feel if the shoe was on the other foot?” He flinched like I’d hit him.
He rested his head on my shoulder. “Why the fuck is this happening? I only had like three conversations with this chick. There were other people around the whole time. Nothing ever happened, I never even touched her fucking hand.”