I groaned, sat up, and I reached for my phone, seeing that it was a number with an area code from back home that wasn’t saved, so I declined the call. I laid my ass back down, and justseconds later, the phone started to vibrate again. Pissed, and annoyed, I went for my phone again, seeing that it was the same number calling, so I aggressively slid the bar across, and put the phone to my ear.
“Yeah?” I spat, not even bothering to hide the annoyance.
“Soraya,” the way he said my name caused me to pause, and chills started from the top of my head, and they went down to the balls of my feet. He had a distinct way of saying my name. The few times that he’s said it before in the past, he would say it with a lot of authority.
I knew who the voice belonged to. Shit, how the hell could I forget? I just didn’t have a clue why he was calling me. The last time that I talked to him, I made it clear to him that we had to cut off all communication and pretend that that moment with us never happened.
“Why are you calling me?” I asked him in an aggressive whisper.
“Ay, chill out with that tough girl shit. I told you before that that fake tough shit don’t scare me. I’m aware of the fact that you don’t want me hitting you up, and I respect that. I just called you to tell you to tell your nigga, or whatever the fuck he is to you these days to watch his back,” he shot at me.
“What are you talking about? That’s supposed to be a threat or something?” I asked, standing up from the bed, my foot tapping against the carpet, waiting to hear what he was getting ready to say.
“Nobody not fuckin making a threat towards that nigga. If anything, I’m calling you, giving you a heads up about the threats that I overheard someone making about him, and your son. I was coming out of court yesterday, and I ran into Edward Sterling. He was parked in the same parking garage that I parked my car in. He was too busy wrapped up in his conversation that he was having on the phone, standing outside his car, that hedidn’t notice me when I was walking past. I overheard him say Law’s name, so I stalled a little bit, pretending that I was doing something with my phone. He’s trying to destroy your son. I heard him say some shit about paying someone to lie and say that he saw Creed doing shit to his daughter, and that the shit his daughter posted on social media was just a lie because she’s scared of Creed, and trying to protect him. He’s trying to get this shit with your son to reopen in the media and put all kinds of pressure on the situation. Something about paying off the blogs too to promote this even more. That’s all I heard. Do what you will with that shit. You ain’t gotta pick your phone up like a nigga clocking you and annoying you. I’m just trying to look out. I already told you before that I wasn’t the kind of nigga to kiss and tell, so stop with the aggression like I’m going to run my mouth, and tell what we did,” he hit me with so many things at once, that I didn’t know what comment he made that I wanted to reply to.
The last part of his statement though was enough to have my head start spinning, and I swear it felt like I was going to pass the hell out.
“It’s nothing to tell about what we did. We didn’t do shit!” I had to snap and say. After I said it, he laughed.
“I saw your pussy, and your titties, Soraya. If that isn’t anything, call your nigga right now, and tell him that, and let’s see if you sing the same song,” he shot.
“Fuck you!” was literally all that I could think of saying to him.
The second I said it, the bedroom door opened, and it was my sister walking in. She looked at me with confusion in her eyes, probably wondering who the hell I was talking to.
“I tried to. You wouldn’t let me,” he responded, and I hung the phone up on him, and damn near broke my fingers trying to block the number that he’d just called me from.
“Who was that?” Shai asked me, just like I knew she would.
“Nobody,” was all I said, as I sat down on the bed.
“Yeah okay,” she replied.
I wanted to sit here, and look worried about everything that just happened, but Shai was going to be on my ass about it, and keep asking questions, so I tried to shrug it off, and act like I wasn’t bothered.
I quickly rose from the bed, grabbed my clothes, and my undergarments that I left out for me, and I proceeded to walk towards the door.
“What happened Soraya?” Shai asked me again.
“Nothing! Just leave it alone!” I snapped, and I walked out of the room.
I went for the bathroom, quickly closed the door, and I tossed the items down on the counter that was in my hands, and I sat down on the floor, pulling my knees up, and I threw my head back against the door.
The dude that just called me… his name was Dominic. Dominic Blackwell. He was an attorney just like Law. They weren’t friends, but they knew of each other. They would see each other in passing often. During that time, when Law and I were at our low point in our marriage, and I knew that he was going out, fuckin hoes, I tried to do the same, but I chickened out, and that’s why Dominic told me over the phone that he’s saw my pussy, and titties because I came so close to giving the pussy to him.
Remember a few weeks ago when Milan asked me if I ever stepped out, and wanted to get my get back, and I lied, and told her no? This is the situation that I was referring to. Even though Law fucked hoes during our marriage, when we were at our lowest point, I just knew that if he found out about this shit, he would try to kill my ass over it. Law knew how I was. He knew that he was the only man that I’ve ever been with, and how I have to really like someone for me to want to sleep with them.With that being the case, he’ll twist this story all around, and think that I was in love with Dominic, and that’s the reason why I almost slept with him, when that’s not the case. I did that shit simply to be spiteful, and try to hurt him, but I couldn’t follow through with it.
I didn’t want Law and I to have to cross that line one day, where he found out about Dominic, and I. We were so close to getting back together, especially once we start therapy, but if he found out about this, this would for sure put us right back at square one.
Then, how the hell was I supposed to give him the warning about Edward Sterling? I can’t tell him that Dominic told me that. Law is an attorney, but he has the mindset of a street nigga. The second I told him that Dominic told me that, he was going to put two and two together and know that we messed around at one point.
Ugh! I could smell the bullshit that was getting ready to happen from a mile away.
Chapter Eleven
SEVYN ‘LAW’ CRAWFORD
Instead of doing lunch with Dutch, I ended up hitting him at the last minute, asking him if he was cool with dinner. I had my boys with me earlier, and after running around and shit with them all day, too much time had gone by, fuckin up the schedule that I had in place, so I had to push my plans back with Dutch. He was cool with it though, telling me that dinner worked better for him anyways.
