I looked down at my watch, it was 1:15 and Breeze still wasn't here, at this point I was getting upset because now you're playing with my time. I pulled out my phone, I seen a message from Breeze. "Almost there."
I rolled my eyes, I didn't even respond. He knew the door would be unlocked. I decided to quickly hop in the shower, so I could get ready to meet Gavin. I searched through Apple Music to figure out what mood I was in, I decided to play my "Tranquility" playlist that I asked my homegirl to make for me. It brought me so much peace of mind.
I hopped into the shower and sang along to Jazmine Sullivan. About 10 minutes had passed and I heard the door close, I knew he was here. I hopped out of the shower and began to dry off, "Ceejai?" I could hear him yelling my name... "nigga I'm in here." Gah damn is he stupid, slow, or dumb.
He opens the bathroom door halfway before my hand catches it, "nigga what the fuck are you doing?"
"Dang girl I can't look at you, while you dry off."
"Breeze please you haven't looked at me in months so what's the difference now."
"The fuck you mean? Lemme eat yo pussy."
"Nigga what?"
"Girl you heard what I said."
"Breeze, didn't you say we needed to have a talk, A TALK, not eat my pussy."
"Okay bet, I'll wait until you come out."
I grabbed my robe, and walked out of the bathroom.
"Damn girl look at you. Looking good, smelling good."
"Breeze, please get to the point."
"Ight so, it's this bitch that I use to talk to, yeah I fucked her a few times but that was it, she wanted to be with me but I wasn't on that type of time. So I ended the shit, with some of my past relationships she would just pop up, and fuck up my shit. So I'm just tryna tell you before you get a weird ass message."
"So I'm assuming the messages have already been sent out, what do they say?"
"Imma just show you." He shows the messages to me, and I immediately know he's lying.
"So yeah, I just wanted to talk to you face to face about the situation. You know I love you right? You know I wouldn't do nothing to hurt you."
*silence
"Ceejai say something."
*silence
"Ceejai..." he walks towards me and tries to hug me.
"Don't fucking touch me. You're a muthafuckin liar you know that."
"Ceejai, the fuck I gotta lie for? I put this on everything I love."
"Everything you love, that means me right? You know I would sit around and wonder why you was never hitting me back, you never wanted to spend time with me, now it all makes sense, you been out here fucking off, getting your dick wet."
"Ceejai it ain't even like that."
"It ain't like what? That you haven't been cheating on me, for God knows how long?"
Next thing I know, I punched him dead in his shit, cause this nigga had me fucked up. Who the fuck did he think I was.
"Ceejai, what the fuck is you doing?"
"Nah nigga what the fuck is you doing" I yelled, "you come over here, and try to pull this shit."
I punch him again, by this point I've lost it, and we're legit fighting. I have in the corner and I'm just bussing him in his shit. I'm crying, I'm frustrated, I'm flustered. He kept trying to grab me to keep me from hitting him. I pop his ass dead in his mouth.
"You got me fucked up." I yelled. "You gone fuck off on me? That's a bet. Get the fuck out." I yelled.
He looked at me in pure shock. "So you gone try to beat my ass, then tell me to get out."
"Get yo shit and get the fuck out."
I was in so much pain, my heart hurt so bad, I mean sure I did my little dirt here and there, hell I had been fucking on Preston consistently for a few months now, and that's only because I wasn't getting my rocks off with Breeze. Hell I didn't even see him. He called whenever and spent time with me wherever. I got tired of it and found what I was missing elsewhere.
But that didn't mean I didn't love him any less. He had a hold on me, and I hated that. I knew once I told Preston what happened or even my friends, it was gone be hell to pay. All I could do was cry, and question myself.
Why was it, that even when you're not the person in the wrong you question yourself and actions? I laid on my bed for what I seemed like hours and just cried and cried. It's like the older I get, the more intense my emotions became, and I was literally crying from my heart.
My phone vibrates, and it's Preston calling. I didn't answer. How the fuck could I talk to him when I'm laying here crying over another man. My best friend Kameron texted me, I sent her the broken heart emoji, she immediately knew something was up. She called I didn't answer. I couldn't talk to her right now.
*alarm goes off
Shit it was 3:00 and I had to meet Gavin at 3:30. I knew I would be late if I did a full face. I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself for a brief minute. My eyes were red and puffy, my nose was red. Shit I looked like I had been crying. I washed my face, put a little brown eyeshadow underneath my eyes, to take away some puffiness, popped on some lashes. I threw on some leggings, a white tee shirt, a blue Jean jacket, some stunner shades, I found some silver hoops to spice up my simple outfit. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun, and finished the look with some crystal clear lip gloss.
Out the door I headed. I texted Pres and told him I was busy at work and I would call him when I got a second, but I had no intentions of calling him today at all. My focus was now on Gavin and trying to get the inside scoop. I needed to make sure that I kept my poker face the entire meeting, with Gavin. I turned on some NBA Youngboy and skated down the highway.
