Troubles don't last always.

Pride and joy

It's been 3 months since Marquis proposed. Planning for this wedding has been one of the most stressful things I've ever had to do!

"You can put that box in the laundry room," I said to one of the movers. " Can I talk to you alone for a second?" I asked, pulling Marquis to one of the empty bedrooms.

"What's wrong?"

"I know this might not be the right time, but I have to ask - did you sleep with Julie?"

"What the fuck, no! Why would you even ask me something like that?" he frowned.

"A few months back, I came to the house to surprise you and Trevante, but when I got here I heard you and Julie talking about sneaking around and hiding shit from me..."

"I'm not sleeping with Julie," he interjected. "What you overheard us discussing that day was our wedding plans. I wanted to take you to Paris for our honeymoon." He continued, "Lauren knew about this as well, so I don't understand why she would try to turn on Julie like that!"

  "Shit," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."

"I know, I know!  I have to call and apologize to Julie."

"Can we speak with you for a moment?" One of the movers asked Marquis.

"We're going to talk about this later." He said to me before leaving out of the room.

Incoming call: Unknown Caller.

"Hello" I answered.

"How have you been?"

"I'm sorry, who is this?" I asked.

"Hold on let me refresh your memory!" He laughed and cleared his throat. " Ahhh yes Chance, right there!" He moaned.

"Oh my goodness" I exclaimed before giggling. "Why are you playing on my phone?"

"You trying to act like you don't remember this sexy ass voice." he laughed.

"I kind of figured it was you. What's up?" I asked.

"What you up to?"

"Umm, In the middle of planning my wedding..." I answered quickly.

"Wait--you're getting married?"

"Yes. He proposed like 3 months ago."

"Damn, what happened to you "figuring things out between us?" 

"Everything happened so fast..." I begin to say before he cut me off.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me" He interrupted. "No hard feelings!"

"I truly am sorry! I didn't mean to lead you on."

"Wait a minute--what are you wearing?" he asked. I frowned and pulled the phone away from my ear for a quick second, then stepped outside to finish talking. I couldn't risk Marquis eavesdropping on our conversation.

I laughed. "Why?"

   "Just tell me!" he said, smacking his teeth.

  "I'm wearing a white tank top..."

   "And black booty shorts" he finished.

"Wait, how do you know that?" I asked, looking around.

"I can see you!" He chuckled.

  "You're fucking with me, right?"