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I wake up to see Omari on his phone typing.
"Babe." I say.
"Go back to sleep P." He says.
"What time is it?" I ask him.
"Six am." He says tossing his phone on the nightstand.
"Why are you up so early?" I ask him while sitting up.
"I can't sleep." He says.
"Why?" I ask him concerned.
"It's too much shit runnin through my mind right now." He says rubbing his temples.
"Like what?" I ask.
"Scar bitch ass, Ghost wanting me to take over his crew and ya ex." He says lookin at me.
"Omari I.."
"Nah P, I respected when you said that you didn't want to talk to me about the situation In Tennessee. You said we would talk about it when we got home, we've been home for three days now and you ain't said shyt. I ain't trynna pressure you or nothin but I'm not cool wit being in da blind knowin dis nigga coming for ya." He says.
"What are you talking about?" I ask him confused.
"When your pops called me to his shop to talk Michael popped up. We had a conversation and he let me know that you and him ain't done." He says with o me.
I take a deep breath and look him.
"I'll tell you but just let me get through the whole story before you say anything." I say to him.
He look at me and shakes his head in understanding and I take a deep breath.
"I met Michael when I was twenty- three at a diner. I was preparing to move out of my parents place and he just so happened to be a realtor getting a late dinner. He helped me find my place and out business relationship ended while our romantic one begin. He was sweet romantic, always made time for me, he was every woman's dream or so I thought. We was out one night coming from dinner when his phone was going off. He was inside the grocery story picking me up something's because I wasn't feeling to well after dinner. His caller Id said that it was his mom so I didn't think anything of it, I had met her, we would go out once a week for dinner so I didn't think he would mind if I answered her call. I Picked it up and it was a woman name Keira, the mother of his children and wife of six years." I say feeling the tears falling.
