SAMYRA MILAN HARRIS| 23
"You were just feening to leave me so you can go sleep with another tramp!"
"Would you keep it down? It's six o'clock in the morning. People sleeping, Cleo!"
"I don't care! You're in the bed with another woman! I'm pissed off! I hate when people provoke black women and paint us out to be the bad guys! As a black woman, she should be ashamed!"
Cleo was having a rough morning as she woke up to Samyra and Darius cuddling in the bed together. It truly upset her because the divorce wasn't finalized yet, so she felt like she still had the rights to her husband and marriage. She also felt like there was no way he could've moved on that quick unless he was intimate with other women during their marriage.
Samyra started to stir in her sleep, startled by the volume of the arguing coming from outside her door. She let her eyes remain closed while she listened to the sound of her own breathing and Cleo's rage.
Hearing her name come up in the argument, Samyra's eyes quickly opened and she shot straight up in the bed. Samyra got right up, causing her to tumble over because she was barely awake. She tip toed to the door, not liking the feeling of the cold wood on the floor on her feet.
Samyra cracked the door open and found Darius and Cleo arguing right in front of the door, making them pause their argument and look at Samyra. Before Samyra could open her mouth to utter a word, Darius began pushing her back into the room.
"You! You whore! Sleeping with another woman's husband? What is wrong with you?" Cleo spat at Samyra, causing her to reject Darius order for her to go back into the room.
"Who the f—Mmm mm." Darius shook his head, no. "Mmm mm. Ignore." Darius simply said, continuing to try to push Samyra back into the room but she wouldn't budge. He didn't want the situation to escalate more than it already had, so he was trying to diffuse the situation by keeping Samyra somewhere where she couldn't put her hands on Cleo, cause he knew she would.