Resume Of Romance

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Jayson is in his home office going through the pile of bills he needs to pay for the month when he comes across Margo’s debts.  Bloomingdales, nine-thousand, Visa seventy-eight thousand, American Express-forty-two thousand.  Her monthly nail salon bill one-thousand six hundred, laser hair removal-one-thousand three hundred.  Her cell-phone(s) four-hundred eighty dollars.   

“Four hundred eighty dollars for two cell phones.  Why the hell does she have two?”  He mumbles.  Adding up the bill totals he sifts through them again realizing he missed three separate cash withdrawals for ten thousand monthly.  Another fifty thousand in cash was withdrawn a week ago.  

Furious about the total he tries to think what she could possibly need this much cash for.  Maybe she’s stashing it away for when their divorce becomes final.  She’s got to be smarter than this she has to know he will find out she’s hording small sums of money. 

Pissed at the total he goes through the bills again noticing that the same phone number was called repeatedly until last week.  The calls were made around the same time every day, he knows the phone number, he’s dialed it himself, it’s Monique’s. 

Pushing everything else to the side he examines the entire phone bill making a list of the dates and times.  He knows Margo’s phone number, this other phone number he’s never called it.   

He plugs the phone number in his own phone then goes upstairs to his bedroom to change clothes. He drives to the house he used to share with Margo his old key doesn’t work so he pounds on the front door. 

Her maid opens the door, he rushes in past her to the kitchen.  “Where is she?”  He yells finding her bodyguard at the kitchen sink.  His back is to him, the bodyguard turns around hearing Jayson’s voice.  Jayson’s anger dissipates at the sight of the bodyguard.  His left hand is wrapped up in a bandage.  His right shows severely bruised knuckles.  His lip is busted, his cheek bruised and he has a black-eye. 

“What the fuc….”   Jayson exclaims now concerned.  “What happened?”  He asks the bodyguard the man scowls at him. 

“Morning to you to Mr. Braxton.”  The man says limping to a chair at the kitchen table. 

Jayson frowns realizing he’s never asked the guy his name, he was just mad that Margo had him kick his ass months ago now it looks like someone else returned the favor and tried to cave in this guy’s face. 

“What’s your name?”  Jayson tries to remain calm he doesn’t know what he’s walked into. 

“Name's Donner, Raheem.  What can I do for you?”  He looks across the room at Jayson with dislike. 

“Where’s my wife?”  Jayson says unafraid feeling in this situation he finally has the upper hand for a change. 

“She’s alright, she’s pissed and bruised but alright.”  He says to Jayson’s surprise. 

“What do you mean bruised?”  Aren’t you supposed to be here to protect her?  Who kicked your ass?”  Jayson says wearing a subtle smirk. 

Raheem rolls his eyes at Jayson, there’s a cup of coffee sitting in front of him at the table he drinks it before answering.  “Your wife doesn’t play well with others, she pays well but she doesn’t like to listen when advice is given, it can result in some situations.”  Raheem comments. 

“What kind of situations, tell me what she did.”  Jayson comes closer taking a seat across from Raheem. 

“You need to ask her the details and the why.  All I can tell you is there were three of them involved when I got to her.  I overheard her on the phone making plans to meet somebody without me.  When I approached her about it she said it wasn’t anything I needed to be concerned about.  She knew the guy, she said he wouldn’t hurt her.  I figured it was the guy she’s been screwing.  I stayed here they usually hookup in hotels around Reston Town Center.  I gave her an alert bracelet when I first started working for her, told her to press it any time something was wrong.  About two hours after she left, she signaled, I tracked her to the hotel.”