Indulgence

Three

Saturday morning came and like clock work on her previous days, Fatima grunted aloud while putting herself in yet another awkward yoga positions for forty-five minutes to loosen herself up for tonight's festivities. The only thing she disliked about going out anywhere with Dani was because they were like day and night.

Dani was the least bit of reserved to say the least. She was very friendly and was way more welcoming than Fatima was. She had the natural ability to be flirtatious and men were instantly drawn to her for more than one reason.

While Fatima on the other hand was while stunningly beautiful found herself to be the most socially awkward of the two. After being married to an unmatched energy for so long , Fatima's personality became dim and came off extremely—bitchy. Making her a repellent for attraction.

Nonetheless, Dani was determined to get her best friend out of her funk and hopefully loosen the fuck up for once in her life.

The ringing of her doorbell brought Fatima out of her downward dog position and she glanced over at her phone at the notification from RING, her surveillance system. She watched in the camera as the delivery driver sat the parcel on her doorstep, waved at her camera and descended down her driveway.

Without hesitation she retrieved the package and tore open the box that had Dani's second grade chicken scratch handwriting all over it.

Fatima pulled a short black form fitting dress from the box and picked up the note attached

Don't even make that face cause I know you're elderly ass is going to see it and back out. Put this on and get cute tonight. Show that nigga what he missing
                            -D

"She knows me way too well"

After breakfast and a shower Fatima made her way to the nail salon to get her weekly mani pedi and bi-weekly wax; Hair by Tracy's salon to get her wash and roller set before finally returning to her home only to find a familiar car sitting outside but the owner was not; meaning she had an unwelcome visitor.

"Lord please don't let me get arrested for domestic violence this weekend." She prayed before turning to unlock the door to her home

Ian sat on the couch with a beer bottle cupped in his left hand and his right hand tucked into the waistband of his Adidas joggers. He looked oddly contempt watching Baylor University play Texas Southern University on her television.

"Uh you must clearly either be lost or fucking drunk" Fatima folded her arms over her chest "What the hell are you doing here Ian?!" She yelled

Silently he shrugged "Figured I'd come by and see my wife. I told you I wanted to talk."

"Talk about what? You said enough in mediation, remember. Told my lawyer how difficult I am to be married to. How much you hate coming home if I'm here. How you weren't attracted to me cause I gained some weight since we've met. How mean and condescending I am. Any of that jog your memory?"

"Tima I didn't come to argue. Come sit down love." Ian patted the empty space on the couch next to him

Fatima rolled her eyes "I'm about to call the police Ian. Say what the fuck you need to say and get the hell out of my house."

"OUR house. I technically still live here too. Which is why I'm here. I really need you to agree to selling the house. I could really—"

Fatima laughed bitterly "Use the money. Yeah you definitely don't have to tell me shit about that. I know you don't have two pennies to rub together. I'm curious as to why you didn't ask your little whore for the money."