LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR II (REMASTERED)

A KINGS PLEA

Nervous doesn't even begin to describe the feelings rippling through my body at this moment. As soon as I saw my baby round the corner, then stop dead in her tracks when she saw me, my pulse began to bound as if I'd been running a marathon. 

Damn, she's looking good as hell too. Adorning a black sequenced Gucci dress that hugs every curve of her lush body, she's posted within the dimly lit room in my favorite pair of pumps for her to wear.  Many a night, she's stood over me in nothing but those exact Cheetah print Louis Vuitton's, which only heighten her sex appeal.

"Where I've been ain't ya business, punk." She snarled. Sitting the gift box and her Robert's Steakhouse wine bag down onto the coffee table between us, she promptly crossed her arms over her chest then glared up towards me with attitude etched along her incomparably beautiful features. 

She's been drinking, I can tell because her mouth's slicker than usual if that's even possible, plus her big almond peepers always slightly droop beneath her flowing lashes whenever she's buzzed and tonight's no different. 

I unleased a frazzled whiff, the muscles in my jaw tensing cause I know her ass was out with another man, I can smell him on her which ain't doing shit but bringing my anger to a roaring boil within the pit of my stomach.

"What the hell are you doing here Lucious and how did you find me?" Her voice slashed through my thoughts. My brain doing its best to formulate the perfect method to break the thick layer of ice presently between us.

"Damn, you are my wife...a HEY or and I missed you would be nice Cooks." I joked but immediately her eyes darkened, she ain't in the mood for jokes her face clearly expressed. 

"If I wanted to talk or if I did miss yo ass then I know your number so obviously I don't want to be bothered with you cause I ain't dialed it have I." She hissed, slyly evading my attempt to touch her arm.

"Gone somewhere. Ain't nobody finna stand here and play games with you Lucious. I'm tired and your funky ass ain't welcome here." My wife snarked as my brows furrowed.

"Baby come on don't be like that, at least let me defend myself." I pleaded. 

Sharply rolling her eyes, she released an agitated huff then snickered and smacked her lips. 

"Be like what? MAD AND PISSED OFF at my husband for lying to me. For tricking me, for not respecting me enough to allow me to make my own decisions, or for playin' me to get what he wanted as usual." She howled, her hands inching back onto her hips, the intricate crystals etched along her nails flickering off the chandelier lights as she pointed towards me. 

"You know what? I don't even wanna hear your ol' tired ass excuses Lucious....LEAVE!" She yelled. 

"NO! I'm not going anywhere." I forcefully retorted, causing our eyes to lock in a deathmatch of wills. 

A smoldering darkness engulfed her eyes, and a sinister smirk floated across her mouth as she scooped up her bag of wine then turned on a swivel. "Okay, well then I'll leave." She murmured, giving me her back as she began strutting towards the front door.

Fuck man, that voice in my head shouted.

"Cookie wait." I exclaimed. Bolting towards her, I eased my hand onto her arm. "Baby stop, I..." My words stammered, her back still facing me as her body tensed.

Her eyes galloped over her shoulder towards my hand, our bodies within inches of one another, she snatched away from me.

"Don't fuckin' baby me you lying asshole, and get yo got damn hands off of me!" Her usually angelic voice spat, venom dripping, as she turned to face me.  A bit wobbly, her back thudded against the door, and I instantly stepped back to put some space between us.