F*ck You (Leighade/Leeade)

19: Honey Love

I had dropped Lee off at work then went back home to shower and get dressed.

He works at this place called Obsidian; basically Onyx, but with poles and better alcohol.

Pez and Lexi were already there, something about "catching a different kind of show". Which directly translates to "throw notes at a dancer".

I plan on doing that for Lee. I went to the ATM earlier and got £200 in small notes that I'm putting in his drawers or whatever he has on last. I'm excited, but a little nervous.

I said I'm not jealous because I know I own that sexy piece of chocolate, but still, having strangers obviously lust after your spouse in front of you can press anyone's button. I'm not an exception.

There'd be both men and women at his shows and he has them coming for only him. He told me that the nights he work would be packed and it'll be because of him.

Remember when I said his stage name fits him? Kingston Mandingo. I personally call him BJC; big Jamaican cock, which is how he came up with the name.

It's true, that thing could tear me apart and I'm surprised it didn't.

As I was getting ready to leave, I get a text from my baby.

Hubby💚🥵
I go on in 10, wya

Me
I'm leaving my flat now
Don't worry, I'll make it before then.

I put my phone in my purse then make my way to the lift.

When I get to the last floor, I bump into someone. "Oh shit, sorry," they say when I fall back on my arse. I look at the person to tell them it's okay, but instead, I felt rage start to bubble up in me a little.

The person hold out their hand, "Excuse me. Let me help you up." I refuse and stand up myself, dusting myself off. The guy was definitely taller than Lee, but had much less dimension.

He has brown wisps of hair, black eyes, and a 5 o'clock shadow. He wore a sleeveless Metallica shirt and had a black cross hanging from his left ear.

I know this guy and he's a bigger asshole than what Lee was.

"So, you live here?" He asks with a smile.

"I have a husband," I deadpan, going to leave, but he stops me. He grabs my left hand, and I snatch it back. "I don't see a ring," he raises a brow.

"I don't see how it's any of your bloody business, Jeremy." He blinks a few times, being caught off guard. "Yeah, I know you. If you talk to me or even look at me again, I'll get my husband to kick your arse," I push pass him roughly, going straight to my car.

First my bully moves across the hall (never one to complain), and now my dick of an ex lives below me.

Hmph, where he belongs.

If Lee knew he tried to flirt with me then it'll be a problem.

One night at Onyx, I was drunk and dancing on another guy and the guy tried copping a feel. Lee saw and they almost got into a scrap. He was also a bit drunk, and he gets really territorial with me.

I get to the club a few minutes before Lee was supposed to be up. The place was packed as usual, but I managed to make my way through the sweaty, intoxicated patrons to the front of the stage.

I hear women beside me talking next to me about wanting a Mandingo party with only Kingston. Too bad that ass is mine. "I heard he's married," I say loud enough for them to hear.