When the Bough Breaks

Chapter 4

DONTRELL POV.

It's the next morning and I can't seem to shake off the time I had with Brittney last night. I even lost track of time because our conversation was so good. I slipped my number into her wallet in hopes that her husband doesn't see it. I didn't put my name on it. I just wrote D on the back of the paper. I'm not captain save a hoe or anything but I think I like Brittney. She deserves better. So I gave her my number if she was in need of any help.

I had to get up early this morning to meet with my client. So that is what I'm doing now.

"You wanna get out of jail, right?", I asked.

"Hell yeah", said the inmate.

"Then you gotta give me something good that you've been doing around here to reform yourself for them to even think about an appeal.", I said.

"I just been chillin', man", said the inmate. "Hell, I ain't try to kill nobody or fight nobody. I've been chillin'. I think that's enough right?"

"It's not. I need substance, not what you're giving me", I said. "I'm sorry. I don't think you'll get an appeal. You're going to have to find someone else."

"Really?", asked the inmate. "Here I am thinking a brother was going to help me out."

"I'm sorry man. I gotta do what I gotta do", I said.

"Yea whatever", said the inmate.

"Do some things around here that shows that you changed man. Lead a group, reform some of the prisoners here, and do something. Then call me again", I said.

"Okay", said the inmate.

I stood up and walked my way outside. As a person who works for myself and by myself, I can just pick up any client. I have to be mindful of my time and money.

As I get into my car, I loosen my tie. I check my phone to see if anybody contacted me, particularly Brittney. I wondered if she was okay.

I start my car and began driving to my firm.

BRITTNEY POV.

So of course, Carter apologized for his actions last night with breakfast in bed, flowers, and a Diamond anklet. Sometimes I wonder how he gets these things so quickly. Maybe he has some type of room or closet that I don't know about somewhere other than the house that he can just give choose his "I'm sorry" gifts.

He gave me my wallet back but he took the cards. He's going to start giving me allowance again and extra only if I need it. The allowance is only 100 dollars a week. I think he does it so I don't leave the house much.

I look in my wallet to see a hundred-dollar bill. I also feel a folded-up piece of paper in one of the card holders. I take it out and it's a phone number. I was confused about how it got there. I didn't remember writing anyone's number down. Then again, this isn't my handwriting. I put the paper down with the number face down to fold my wallet back up. I see the letter "D" on the back.

"..Dontrell?", I asked out loud to myself.

Even if it was him, I'd be too embarrassed to call. Especially after the way I left the other night. I didn't have a lie for any questions he may ask. But then again, is it really his business?

I pick my phone up and dial the number. It rang a few times and because I got nervous, I hung up before anybody could answer.

It was just weird for me to be calling another man. I mean like I was falling out of love with my husband but he's still my husband. But then again, Dontrell is nothing more than just someone I talk to as a friend. I wouldn't say Dontrell and I are close friends. More like bar friends. He goes to the bar to network and I go to drink my pain away. That was until Kate limited me to only one cup.

Suddenly, my phone began to ring. It was the same number I called. I look at it for a moment then I answer it.

"Hello", I said.

"Hey, I got a call from this number", said Dontrell.

I didn't know if Dontrell was upset or stressed about something. But he didn't seem like he was in a good mood by the sound of his voice.

"Dontrell?", I asked.

"...Brittney?" He asked.

"Yea. It's me", I said.

"How are you?", he asked. His tone of voice changed to concern.

"I'm fine. How are you?", I asked.

"Annoyed with a potential client but we're not going to talk about that right now. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You left in a hurry last night", he said.

"I know. I'm sorry...thank you for giving Kate my wallet to give to me", I said. "If you came, my husband would never look at me the same."

"Yea. I figured", he said.

"But I was just calling you to say thank you. I don't wanna interrupt you if you're busy", I said.

"No. You can call me anytime. You'll never be interrupting me. You can call me for anything.", said Dontrell.

I smiled a little. I didn't know if he meant it genuinely or if he felt like I'd cheat on my husband so he's just trying to work his way into my pants. Guys are so hard to read sometimes. Besides, Carter always said that nine times out of ten a guy is only going to sweet talk you to get in your pants. He says they see that I have a good heart and they want to use that to their advantage.

"I appreciate that Dontrell", I said as I stood to empty Carter's luggage. "But I have to go. Thank you again."

"You're welcome", said Dontrell. "Have a good day. Stay safe."

I see a pink thong and hold it up. It wasn't mine.

"You too", I said before hanging up.

I put the thong on the floor and focused on washing Carter's clothes. I was going to let that sit there until he came back home.