Dream
7 years later
I walked through my apartment with nothing but a bra and a thong on. My head was filled with rollers. Today I had a photo shoot with GLAM magazine.
POP
Prime slapped my ass before gripping it hard. He leaned in kissing my neck.
"So fucking fine." He groaned I could feel his dick grow against my lower back.
"Move." I said elbowing him as he laughed but backed up.
"You mad at a nigga?" He asked walking over to the night stand putting his phone on the charger. I stayed quiet to keep from ruining my day.
Prime and I been together since senior year of high school and he been dogging me out ever since then to. I actually don't think we've ever had a good year. He was a man from money. He was a man with money. A lot of it and that attracted women of all backgrounds and nationalities and him turning them down seemed to be his weakest trait. Two years ago I left him it was the longest nine months of my life. I deserved better but I was so in love with him I couldn't breathe without him. I even began dating another guy, Jase Wilson was a up and coming photographer he is who introduced me to the industry. The reason I model today. One day I came to his house and he wasn't there. It was a note on the door.
Gave you a chance to do the right thing. You took to long and you gave this nigga my pussy. Bring yo ass home.
Without a signature I knew it was Prime. Jase has been a missing person since that day. Since I was the last to talk to him it was a whole ordeal and Prime didn't give a fuck. He sat back while I went through the fucking ringer because of him. He let me know any man I so much as entertained would meet the same fate as Jase. Then he proceeded to make me pay for cheating on him even tho he was the only cheater in this relationship. Which bring us to today. It's 9 am and my man just now walking through the door. Did I think he was out cheating no... well yes but my biggest problem was why the fuck would you let the sun beat you home.
"I wasn't out with no hoes. Call my mother and ask her. She'll tell you I was at her house with her the entire night G." He said as I grabbed my garment bag. Hanging it on the door I slipped in a mustard yellow dress looking over my shoulder.
"I don't care where you was at Prime." I said grabbing my things and walking out the room.
Our relationship was over but we just couldn't imagine living without each other. He wasn't happy the reason he kept cheating. I wasn't happy either. My self esteem had dropped tremendously due to the love of my life cheating with any and everybody.
"What you mean?" He followed me to the front door that he'd just walked through.
"I mean I don't care." I said slipping in my Chanel slides that I'd charged to his card. I opened the door. "I'm going to hang with Ice when I get off. See ya later." I said trying to leave.
"Nah you trying to go see a nigga and on my baby you just killed last year I will send that nigga to see my seed." He barked as I shook my head.
"You killed our baby nigga." I growled thinking of the miscarriage I had last year more than likely from the stress Prime kept me under. He felt I should have focused more on my pregnancy and less on him bc that's nigga logic.
"I'm sorry Dream. I shouldn't say stupid ass shit like that but you leaving me just isn't going to sit well with me. It pushes me to say stupid ass shit." He rubbed his hand roughly over his face. His bright skin contradicted the thick lashes eyebrows and hair. The Jackson boys had anger issues that superseded anything I've seen before.
"I'm sorry to Prime." I was sorry for staying with him this long. I was sorry for loving him. I was sorry because I knew I wouldn't leave him any time soon just to protect him from himself. I was sorry for myself.
