LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR II (REMASTERED)

A QUEENS MENTALITY

"Yeah, I seduced you, but you can't stand here and say you didn't want it or that we ain't been happy since we got back together."

Lucious' words have been on constant replay in my mind since the moment they left his triflin' lips. I hate that he knows me so well.

True, I did want to sleep with him just as much as he wanted to sleep with me that night, but that didn't give his ass the right to scheme up a master plan to ensure I'd have no choice but to deal with him on some level regardless of if I wanted to or not.

I'm pissed and confused. A horrible combination in my opinion.

Mind wondering, heart missing my babies like hell as dim candlelight, soft music, and the city skyline swirled throughout the air around me. When I left my husband on my office floor three nights ago, I really contemplated cheating on his ass just to get him back.

My gaze drifted down to my wedding ring, and instantly my thoughts shifted towards that gorgeous day and the man who spared no expense to give it to me as we stood professing our renewed love for one another, with our family and friends beside us while overlooking the Caribbean Ocean.

No matter how infuriated he makes me I can't front about the fact that I love Lucious unlike any other and I always have. I take my vows just as seriously today as I did the day I recited them a little over ten years ago, so cheating wasn't a viable option despite my thirst for retribution.

Besides, his crazy ass would straight up loose it and probably murder the poor dude at the drop of a hat.

That aside, I refuse to go home because I'm still mad at him and I want Lucious' ass to wonder. Wonder about where I am, who I'm with, and what we're doing.

Which is why I've been staying at my old penthouse in the city these past couple of days. I've owned the building for a few years now and it's always been a peaceful place for me to clear my head.

Me not answering any of his calls or texts I'm almost certain is driving his ass crazy by now. I smirked a bit at the thought cuz it's the perfect punishment, far more effective than me hitting him or even cussing his ass out because see, him not being able to control me or this situation is something he's not use to.

I'm fucking with his mind, just like he fucked with mine.

"More wine ma'am?" The waiter asked, then refilled my glass after I nodded yes and once he dashed off my attention danced out over the still waterfront beside our table.

Caleb and Colin seem fine, but Laylah on the other hand had it written all over her face, that she isn't buying the excuses I've been trying to sell her over these past few days. Lying to her is eating me up inside, but I definitely don't feel like there's any way I can ever tell her about this because she's a child, and she doesn't need to know the true story behind how she really came to be, the little voice in my head whispered as I took another sip from my drink.

Besides, no matter what he does to me I would never ever try to smear Lucious' image in her eyes. I could never hurt my baby girl that way...she loves his deceitful tail way too much.

"Cookie...Cookie." Faintly drifted through my ears, snatching my focus outta my tangled thoughts and back into reality. "Hey, you've seemed out of it all night. What's on your mind beautiful?" Malcolm asked, wiping his mouth on his napkin, then folding it back across his lap as we sat outside dining at one of the city's finest restaurants for dinner and he shifted upright within his seat.

Painting a smile along my lips, I sighed as we made eye contact, "Oh nothing really....just business, my babies,..." I droned but he jumped in before I could finish my train of thought to interject.