𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙳. (completed)

18. hottest of heads

hey, it's me again. i'm just letting yall know this is all made up and idk anything about divorce court or the law fr, okay. bye.

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The next day.

              📍Madam's Penthouse

"You a rude ass bitch FAT!"
"Don't get your ass beat in your own house"
"Touch me and you'll pull back nubs. I'll bite them shits clean off"

The ladies shared a laugh as Madam handed her favorite cousin a glass of something the same shade as amber. "So where the fuck were you when I said brunch at Eden? You got your fancy ass degrees and think you can do whatever you want"? Madam poked at Fatima as they took seat on her sofa. "I told you I had two meetings I've had to reschedule twice. It's the beginning of the year and niggas be wanting divorces" Fatima laughed as she slid off her heels. "And stop cussing at me hoe. I'm not your nigga"

"You right cause my niggas listen and obviously you don't because this is definitely my house and it's after 3 Fatima"

"I know where I am and I know what time it is. Your lying ass wasn't even there, that's why I came straight here"

"Whatever the fuck. Speaking of lying, what the hell were you doing with Cordell's stick in the mud ass?" She cut her eyes, ready to call her cousin out the moment she sensed a lie leave her lips.

"I needed a favor and he's the only one I could call at such last minute as this" Fatima replied, taking a sip from her glass.

"Okay, long as you ain't fucking him again. We don't spin the fucking block Fatima" Madam made it clear like she always did, downing the what was left in her glass.

"Please Marylin, I know that. I'm definitely not fucking him. Trust me" Fatima said. She smirked when the memories of the man that held the key to make her cum on command flooded her mind.

"Right because the owner of Royal is your new piece of meat" Madam snapped her fingers, "Taylor!" she nodded in approval "I heard how he was all over you, all in your face and shit at his New Years shindig, my phone rang all night" Fatima rolled her eyes listening to her cousin go on about Zac. As much as she would love to join in, she had a bad feeling that wouldn't allow her to enjoy the moment. "Yeah, that's him. He's cute and he got money" she sung, sipping from her glass.

"And he's married" Fatima was sure to threw in but Madam brushed her off "Bitch, barely! Everybody knows he hates that girl and basically married into the family for a pretty ass coin"
She paused and lit her blunt, taking a pull and passing it to Fatima "And you fucking him so it can't be that much of a marriage. Oh and while I'm thinking about it, who shot up his place?"

"That, I don't know but I have a feeling that girl had something to do with it" Fatima took another sip from her glass so she wouldn't fly off the handle. Even thought Madam was family, she couldn't risk her dabbling in Zac's affairs without this divorce being settled. On top of that Zac had Eastway blood, Fatima was playing with fire from day one and didn't know it until after they discussed their feelings for each other. By then, it was far too late to turn around. 

It was quiet for a moment until Madam cleared her throat. "I'll take a wild guess and say you asked Cordell to represent him so that way you can have your cake and get it ate too? He be putting his face all in it don't he!?" she finished with a high pitched laughed, kicking back on the sofa.