Oneshots/short stories that I'm thinking about converting into a book at some point. This is where all my ideas for stories go so always come over and give some feedback so I'll know what y'all want to see next!!
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As I sat in my seat on this very long drive home, my mind had already made up its mind. I was done. Done with people taking my respect, my kindness and most importantly my love for granted. Every time my name made an appearance on someone's lips, I am reminded of the promise that my husband made over giving me his last name and ultimately his betrayal of that promise. Everyone underestimated my mind and the wonders that sprang out of it; even him. Whether it was through verbally gaslighting me into thinking I was crazy for doubting his vows or from others taking my niceties and fucking me over. I was done. So as I sat next to Shawn in this Cullinan, all I could do was think of all the ways he's been embarrassing me while I work my ass off day and night to break barriers in this world. Tuh, over my dead body.
"What's got you so in thought baby?" He asked with his voice warm and inviting. His hand grazed my knee comfortingly and waited for me to answer and for a moment I actually would've thought that he loved me as much as I loved him. Emphasis on the word thought, and double emphasis on the word lovED...
"Just thinking about life. How far I've come and how I plan to move forward in life" I simply answered and technically I wasn't lying to him. I was figuring out how to move forward with my life after tearing this nigga apart and leaving his ass for dead.
"So how do you plan on moving forward baby thug?"
"Funny you call me that because that is exactly the persona that I am taking with me in this next chapter. I'm done being undermined so first step is to make sure every person who's ever wronged me feels my wrath. You know how I am Shawn; chess, not checkers" I darkly replied while looking into his deep brown eyes and after being with this man for over a decade, I could read him like a book. He was nervous, intimidated by my words because he knew that when I said every person who wronged me would be dealt with, I genuinely meant EVERYBODY. The way he swallowed down his guilt to keep his face neutral pissed me off and his overall presence just set my body ablaze in the most undesirable way. Oh this was rage; pure unadulterated fury and when I got done executing my plan, I planned on making sure that my husband knew that if he wanted to play me and go low then I was gonna take things to the deepest parts of hell just to show him he fucked with the wrong woman.
"Okay Mrs. shot caller, who's first then?" He asked with his voice deepening into his businessman voice and I don't mean the legal businesses either. He was sounding like he was back in the trap planning moves.
