10th Commandment | Revamped

Chapter 9

*Continues.*

Smarty yanked at Taraji with force, her grip tight and aggressive. 
"You disgust me!" she hissed into Taraji's ear. 
"I thought all it would take to be with Fantasia was getting rid of that Vegas stripper, but then you show up—badge and all—perfect skin, smelling amazing, and with a hotness that's off the charts! Now I'm torn between wanting to sleep with you and wanting to end you... better yet, how about I do both? Sound good to you?" 
Taraji turned around, her demeanor shifting as her eyes hardened. "How about you don't lay a finger on me and let me live, sweetheart?" she replied, pulling Smarty's arm with such force that it snapped. 

"Ow! You crazy bitch!" 

"Don't mess with me," Taraji shot back, pushing her away before staggering off. "Damn!" Smarty muttered in frustration. 

Taraji whistled for a cab, and one pulled up right away. She jumped in. 

Fantasia felt a pang of longing for her and wandered back inside. 

"You couldn't keep a drunk girl entertained for just five minutes?" 

"She's too aggressive, and I'm pretty sure she dislocated my arm." 

"Oh, so she's a bit sober—breaking bones is her specialty. I’d better make sure she gets home okay." 
"Big G!" Fantasia turned to her. "I shouldn’t have said I might toss her out, just in case she mentions it." 

"She wasn’t gonna; Taraji isn't some helpless victim you can easily take out, Smarty. She can handle her own fights and doesn't need my help… But I appreciate you letting me know. Just a heads up, if Taraji goes missing, I’m coming down on your business like rain, before I shove my foot where the sun doesn't shine. Got that, or should I grab a pen?" 

Smarty pressed her lips together, suppressing a sarcastic grin. "Understood." 

"Great!" Fantasia replied as she walked out. Smarty was so furious, she could practically feel steam coming from her ears. She stomped outside. 

"Wait!" 
"What?" Fantasia snapped, annoyed. 
"Fantasia, I’m in love with you. I really care about you. I regret showing you that video because now all you seem to think about is her. I’ve loved you for six years, waiting for you to figure out your feelings. Now that you finally have, it feels like we're meant to be. I truly love you," Smarty poured out her heart. 

"Go home, take a long, warm bubble bath. Once you’ve sobered up, call me, okay? Right now, I've got other pressing matters. I'm planning ask for divorce and get it done ASAP. Can I leave now?" 

Smarty nodded. Fantasia walked away. 
She drove to Taraji's place. 

Just as she arrived, the cab dropped Taraji off. 

Taraji stumbled out, and Fantasia rushed to catch her before she fell. "Hey, you smell of cologne and cigars," Taraji said, her words slurred. "Yeah, I know. I could use a shower. Are you alright?" 

"No. I’ve missed you," Taraji admitted. 
"We need to chat, Taraji. But let's do it when you're sober. Can I call you tomorrow?" 
"Yes!" Taraji replied before dozing off in Fantasia's arms. 

"Oh, alright, time to get you to bed," Fantasia said with a smile as she rang the doorbell. 
No one answered. She searched for Taraji's house key and let herself in. 

She helped Taraji to her room and tucked her into bed. "You’re quite a handful as a wife," Fantasia whispered before stepping out. As she left, she could hear muffled moans from Taylor's room. Knowing it was just girls, she went downstairs and took a shower, making herself comfortable.