𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐔𝐏

Chapter 2: second chances

I woke up this morning feeling like a melanin goddess as usual.

I had noticed that I wasn't getting any calls from Rico as often as I usually would.
I was a little worried, I asked myself over and over again what was going on behind the scenes with him.

But hey, I guess that's just the perks of not being able to get in somebody's head.
Whenever I was with Rico it wasn't just about sex. It was almost as if there were something more.

I heard a knock on my door, and I couldn't help myself but think that it could be Rico. And my husband was upstairs.
"What are you doing here ?"
I said nervously.
"I came to see you baby, what you mean?"
Rico said.

At this moment I had to gather this nigga life.

" Nigga don't be showing up on nobody's door like that! "
I yelled quietly.

He could've answered the door and then what?

"You know what your right... I should have never come here, Your not mines, and that's just something I'm gone have to live with .."
But hey, I brought you something to eat.

He said.

Boy stop playing, I don't know why you're trying to guilt-trip me. You know I'm always gonna have a love for you. But I don't want you to get hurt.
...

Babe, You ready! Or do I need to wait for another 5 hours!

My husband said sarcastically.

Who is that?
My husband said.

Babe, I didn't know you ordered door dash.

Rico looked at my husband.

Hello sir! Here's your food. Enjoy

Rico said sarcastically.

Thanks, bro, right here's your tip too.

My husband said handing him a crisp 20.

Thanks, man.

Rico said as he walked away.

Babe, it's only one plate in here?

My husband said.

Umm, yeah! I was hungry as hell and I forgot I ordered the food because it was taking too long.

Well, I guess I shouldn't have given the nigga A tip huh?

My husband laughed.

Once again I put myself in a situation that could have jeopardized my whole life. And there I was, looking like a fucking idiot.

I continued to get myself together.