Salivating After You

Leasing Office

"Where are you going?" He asked as he was approaching her.
"I know your selective hearing makes your skull thick for information to pass through however, I'm going to repeat this as much as you need me to. You have lost the right to ask me that question," she spoke softly as if talking to a child.
"And that pretty little head of yours needs to realize that you aren't a single woman, that you are still married. To me. I'm still your husband," he was close to her now. Whispering as he lowered himself to match her height.
"On paper, yeah, sure, but I don't claim you as my husband any longer," she replied with the whisperer.
He pulled back and looked at her with a deep frown. "Don't say that!" He gritted out.
"The truth, you mean. Isn't that what we grounded our relationship with?" She asked, pretending to be confused.
"You are starting to piss me off," he said calmly. And he was getting very upset. He did not doubt that if she walked out that front door, she would have multiple men line up just to see her smile. He did not sleep last night trying to devise a plan to get her back with something that he could do to make her heart melt, but she was an easy woman to please. The little things always made her go, "Aww, my love, thank you." She was never materialistic. A big bouquet of flowers nor fancy car or fancy jewelry wooed her. She was a simple girl, and that was what made him fall in love in the first place. She was always there before the money and the paparazzo, and even when it came, she did not find any interest in it, let alone be in it. 

"What will I have to do for you to forgive me?" he asked while seated down and looking up at her. She frowned her face and cocked her head to the side, confused. 

"What do you mean?" She asked, baffled. "I thought we already talked about this," she spoke again. She was having a very hard time wrapping her head around what was going on with her soon-to-be ex-husband. 'How do you fix something that you repeatedly broke?' She thought to herself. 

"I know that you are upset..." he went on to speak, but she cut him off.

"No, I am not upset Malik. Not anymore. I'm not mad. I'm not angry. But what I am is numb. I'm numb to the pain that you have caused. For the past six months, I have worked on letting this," she motioned with her hands vigorously between the two of them, "letting you go. I always said that love is not enough because, in all honesty, it is not. It comes and goes. It's something that you have to water, nourish, take care of, and nurture, and you did none of that for the past half year. I am done, Malik, I really, truly am. You didn't even give me a chance to fix whatever it is that was broken between us, show you that I am still, can still be the woman you fell in love with, that I can still be sexy..."

"You are sexy, God! You are very sexy." He said with a pleading voice, looking her up and down.

"No, Malik, I am new to you now. You have explored, and now that you are back, you see me as new. Another quest that you have to embark on." She spoke softly. He could almost hear the pain that slipped through her words.

"Zuri...."

"George said you have not been eating. You need your strength, Malik, you still have a world you gotta conquer. Have a good day," and with that, she walked out. 

Going down the stairs, she questioned herself. If perhaps she was being too harsh on him. That perhaps she should give him a chance after all, they have spent a whole decade together. It hurts to think that all those years were so close to going down the drain. That it was all for nothing. She shook her head. "What if the roles were reversed? Would he have forgiven me?" She asked herself, and without hesitation, she knew that the answer would be a hard no. He was not the type of a guy to share, and so was she. It's a conversation that came up over and over again. It still hurts that this is what it has come up to. She still loved him very much so, and if worse came to worse, she would still take a bullet for him. The aching in her heart reminded her of the betrayal that her husband bestowed on her. She walked out of the front door shouting, "Bye George!" on her way out. Closing the door of the car, she started the engine before reversing out of the parking space. Looking at the clock, she took a deep breath as the car passed through the gate that was connected to the wall that surrounded the house. She put on loud music as she danced along to the music down the freeway.