"I'm not really big on red velvet. Neither is he." I told the baker. "Okay let's try this lemon cake." She said passing me and Rylan a slice. Tasting it, it melted in my mouth. "Oh my God it's so good." I said. "What do you think babe?" I asked. "A torn rotator cuff? What you had them niggas doing ... wrestling?" He asked over the phone, completely ignoring me. "It's okay we can keep moving along, he can taste them when he's finished with his call." She said smiling. But my irritation was growing.
Two months ago Rylan decided he was going to stay in Houston for me, and for the sake of our relationship. But he spent most of his days on the phone, flying back and forth from here to Cali, doing tattoos. He invested no energy in our wedding planning or in me. I felt like he was punishing me for not going to Cali. Feeling emotional tears flowed down my cheeks.
"Uh let me call you back Miles." Rylan said looking at me from the side of his eye. Hanging up. "We can reschedule." I told the baker, standing up from my seat I started out the door. Looking around for my car I had to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. We had been here so long it was dark now. "Hey hey. What's wrong?" He asked following behind me. "Baby slow down." He said knitting his eyebrows at me confused. "If you don't care how our wedding turns out that's fine, don't even bother to come to anymore cake tastings, anymore venues, nothing. Just show up and say I do, if you even feel like doing that anymore." I said once we got outside. He frowned but laughed. "Are you being serious right now? Baby I'm here with you what is the problem?" He asked. "The problem is you're here but you aren't here! I've been planning this entire wedding on my own. And I just don't even understand why you even bother to show up if you're not going to help." I said crying real tears right now. I hated being a cancer, I was sensitive for no reason at all. "Alright Fallon." He said fanning me off. "I'll see you at the cook out." I said with the same energy. "So fuck our dinner date huh? You standing here bitching about not having my time but I made time to go to dinner with you, and now it's see me at the cookout? A cookout that is tomorrow!?What you want man?" He asked clearly annoyed. "Bitching?" I asked with raised eyebrows. "You know what I mean--" "Hey Ry." A female voice said interrupting our conversation.
Looking up I rolled my eyes.
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"Remi." He said clearing his throat. Looking between the two of them I watched his body language. Which to my surprise seemed fidgety. Like he didn't want us in the same space. Raising my eyebrow I looked at him. "Oh hey wife." She said smirking. "This him girl?" One of her friends asked lowly. "Him who?" I asked. As they laughed. "Yeah that's him." Another one said. "Who is he to you?" I asked Remi as I stepped forward but Rylan pulled me back. "My tattoo artist or whatever." She said, smiling. "Or whatever? Bitch." I said lunging for her only to get snatched back by Rylan. "Calm yo ass down." He said pulling me away from them. "We see why you left her ass at the house." One of the friends added. "When bitch!? Please tell me!" I yelled as he picked me up.
These hoes were laughing in my face and he had nothing to say for himself. My body was shaking in anger, as he set me on my feet. "Left me at the house when? Huh Rylan?" I asked cocking my head at him. "Why you doing all that? You buggin." He said. "I'm bugging? When the fuck you seen that bitch!?" I yelled at him. "The other night while I was out with Rico. You know I went out, and you know I came home so what are you tripping on?" He asked me. "What business a nigga who is engaged to be married got with a bitch like her!?" I yelled. "I don't like what you implying Fallon." He said clearly irritated but I didn't care. Shoving him in his chest, I was pissed. "I'm not implying shit! I'm asking you! Are you fucking her!?" I yelled throwing punches at his chest. It would make perfect sense if he was. He had been acting hella distant since he decided to stay in Houston, and I know for a fact it wasn't me. "No!!" He yelled. "Now stop putting your fucking hands on me crazy ass girl!" He yelled restraining my arms. "Do you know how you look right now?" He asked holding my arms. "I look like a dumb ass bitch who was just picking out wedding cakes for a wedding that is four months away with my fiancé that is fucking his client!" I yelled. "Let me go!" "Stop talking out the side of your neck." He said in a calmer tone. "I ain't fucking nobody. I ain't even fucking you. So you really doing the most." He said pushing me away from him. "That's fine, I'll do that. Maybe you should go back in there and pick a cake out with her. Clearly you like to have your cake and eat it too." I said getting in my car slamming the door before he could say anything else to me.
Putting the car in reverse, I pulled out of the parking lot.
