“So, what the fuck you did then? You sucked his dick? Oh, hell nah. That’s what you did? Man, what the fuck!” he was damn near in tears.
“We kissed. He took my clothes off. We were going to have sex, but we didn’t. I got scared and stopped. Sevyn, that’s the truth. I swear. That’s the only thing that happened,” I wailed.
When I said that to him, he put his hand over his chest. You know when a woman says that she was going to make a nigga’s chest hurt? That’s what I just did here, and ugh, I hated that for me. Back when I did it, the plan was to make Law’s chest hurt, but now, my feelings were different, and I didn’t want that.
He looked appalled by my words. Like he was going to pass out at any moment.
“Sevyn, I?—”
“Ay, get the fuck from around me!” he barked. His words sent me into rage.
“Get the fuck from around you? Sevyn, fuck you! All them hoes you fucked! I didn’t even fuck him! Unlike you, I had a conscious. I couldn’t do it. You went on a fuckin spree, taking down bitches that I would see out in public. Even though I didn’t do anything serious with him, we gotta call it even now. You did worst shit, Sevyn! Don’t do this shit to me by making me out to be the bad guy, when you did shit too!” I screamed. His hands were over his head, as he looked at me.
Something clicked, and that’s when he nodded.
“You spoke to that nigga recently, yes or no? Don’t say shit but yes or no,” his voice was calm.
“What’s your definition of recently though?” I asked.
“Use the motha fuckin brain that you got, and don’t act stupid! You know what recently means!” he snapped.
“He called me when I was in D.R.,” I was honest, and that’s when he laughed.
“And that’s when you got on me heavy about saying something to Edward because you kept talking about this feeling that you had that he was doing something. Let me guess, Dominic gave you the heads up, right? You been acting weird for weeks. Dragging your feet, acting like you didn’t want to come out here to the ball with me because you knew the nigga was going to be here. Damn. Well, I guess I gotta salute you for not letting me go over there and shake that nigga hand. I guess you did look out for me in some kind of way,” he was being petty.
“At the end of the day, we didn’t fuck. You went all out with them hoes. We’re even,” I said, picking my hands up, so that I could wipe my face.
“Yeah, aight,” he said, and tried to walk off, but I grabbed his arm.
“Remember when the therapist talked about you going on one side, and I go on the other side? Yeah, let me go on the other side before I nut up,” he angrily said, shaking his arm out of my grasp, and then he walked away from me.
I was hard down crying when I saw him turn the corner, and leave.
Seconds later, the door opened back up, and I thought that it would be him coming back out to get me, but it was Alecia coming out. She frantically looked around, as if she was looking for me, and when she found me, she quickly came over, and she wrapped her arms around me, hugging me, while I broke down crying.
“I… told… him,” I could hardly get it out because I was going through it so bad.
I didn’t know where this was going to leave, me and Law. This nigga did shit to me too in our marriage. Shit that I hated, but I forgave him for it. Law had pride, and he had ego, and I really didn’t know how we were going to move on from the shit that I did, even if I didn’t have sex with Dominic.
Right when we were at a good place, he practically moved back in, and we were working on things getting back to how it used to be when we were happy…this shit happens. Oh yeah, these cries were coming from the depths of my soul.
Chapter Twenty
SEVYN ‘LAW’ CRAWFORD
“Yo. Come out front. Let me talk to you,” I spat to Dominic, not keeping my voice friendly or anything because I wanted him to know that there was pressure, and I had an issue with him that I needed to address.
When I walked up on him, he was standing alongside five other men. It’s almost like he knew that I’d come at him on some serious shit because he addressed the men, letting them know that he would be back, and he followed me. Instead of going out of the back door, and standing in the back, where Soraya and I had been, I walked out the front door of the ballroom, where we’d come in this evening. I took the stairs down, and Dominic was right on my tail. We went out in front of the building, and he got on the side of me, where we walked through the dimly lit parking lot.
With each step I took, I swear my chest hurt. I know I did my fair share of shit to Soraya. I knew I was dead ass wrong by fuckin them hoes, but this shit hurt in a way that I couldn’t even explain. To know another nigga saw the same pussy, and titties that I lick, and eat from every night had me damn near needing some oxygen. I’m honestly surprised that I haven’t passed out already.
“You fucked my wife, nigga?” I eventually just went ahead and asked. I stood right in front of him, arms crossed, staring him in his eyes, waiting on an answer from him.
“Ay man, I don’t get in the middle of people marital issues. Leave me out the mix,” he spat. Like he was my son, and I was on my way to taking my belt off, and beating this nigga’s ass, I hemmed him up by the front of his tux, angrily looking him in his eyes.
“It’s too late! You already in the mix. You fucked my wife? Yes or no?” I grilled him.
“Nah, man. Get the fuck off me, nigga!” he spat. I pushed his ass back, letting go of the tux, and I took a few steps back from him.
