Onika Maraj | POV Houston, Texas September 30, 2023
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about three weeks later...
I stood in front of Raheem's home, exhaling in disbelief of myself. I couldn't believe I was here to apologize to him after almost four weeks of no communication. However, something in me just could not let this man go. Also, Beyonce and I have not had any communication, so I wanted my man back.
I turned around seeing Ashton holding up his thumbs, I had to bring him just in case it got ugly between us. You never know with me. Facing his door once again, I pulled down my dress and lifted my fist to knock on his door then pushed his doorbell.
Stepping back from his door a bit, I waited for a response. I knew he was home because I could see his Jeep Rubicon beside my car. Stepping up, I lifted my fist again but I was greeted by someone recognizable but it was not Raheem. It was about to get ugly.
"Onika what are you doing here?" Lala asked with a confused expression on her face.
"I should be asking you that, where is Heem?" I asked pushing her back and entering his home. Letting the smell of cooked food hit my nose, I looked around noticing two half-empty wine glasses on the island.
I know this nigga is kidding me.
Jogging down the steps is no other than Raheem. He stopped in his tracks once we made eye contact and he stood there frozen. "Onika, what are you doing here." He simply asked.
I chuckled as I walked around his home noticing that these two bitches were dating. Making it to his kitchen, I picked up one of the glasses. I took a sip of it before leaning up against the island. "Yall fucking?"
"Onika what the fuck you think, this is my man no?" Lala spoke and I laughed the glass down on the glass watching it shatter into pieces. Walking up to her I felt arms wrap around me stopping me from approaching her. "Bitch you watch your mouth when speaking to me," I said pushing Raheem's arms off of me.
Turning to him I laughed pointing at him. "A year Raheem and even more than that. It took you just a couple of weeks to move on. Fuck you, Heem. I was rocking with you when you were a fucking D list and now you got some money and get with this bitch?" I asked as he stood there quietly.
"Nika, we haven't spoken in weeks. What did you want me to do?"
"Mhm let's think, fight for your relationship." I spat back at him before I heard the door open. Spinning my head around It was Ashton and he stood there examining the environment. Once he caught on his fist rose to his mouth.
