Loving A Thug Ain't Easy

My Love A Limit

I know it wasn't right to go sneak up on Jay and I'm suppose to trust him but shit when a women get a hunch that some shit going on then usually it is. His track record isn't clean which makes me wonder even more.

Grabbing my Givenchy purse I quickly tossed it across my chest and headed for the garage door. Xyla is at my grandma house so I went stright to the trap. I wanted Tia to go with me but the more I thought about it the sooner I had to go check things out. I already knew about the meeting Twan had and it's for their wedding plans. As I got closer to my destination I got a bad gut feeling. Parking behind a red Monte Carlo, I got out and headed to the door.

After knocking a couple times Dust finally opened the door with his big goofy ass.

"Dior wassup?" Dust asked with the look of confusion all across his face.

"Where Jay at?" I asked ignoring his attempt to throw me off.

"Ion know I think he with Twan."

"Iight I'll wait in his office." I told him shaking my head.

Heading towards his office I pulled my phone out and called him. No answer. I tried several more times only to be sent to the voicemail.

Taking my shoes off and putting my feet on his desk I called again and he finally answered.

"Wassup Dee?"

"Dee? Don't call me no damn Dee my fucking name Dior what bitch you around calling me a fucking nickname?"

"Get yo dumb ass on? Fuck you want? Why you blowing my damn phone down?"

"Jayceon don't fucking play with me. Where are you?"

"At the trap Dior." He said lying.

"Answer your phone next time I call!" I yelled into the phone and hung up. I couldn't wait until he walked his lying ass in here. Hopefully no one called him I headed back to my car and parked on the next block. Walking back to the trap I was sure to leave the door open to make it seem like I left. Going back into his office I sat on the sofa near the far right of the room being sure not to make noise. I didn't want anyone to warn him that I was in his office.

At least 30 mintues had pass and I politely sat on instagram until I heard his office door open.

"Dior what you doing here?" He asked barely getting his words out.

"Taking care of business. But where the fuck you been?"

"Making moves."

"Jayceon dont lie to me lie to the hoes you fucking with. I been here the entire time you was out entertaining that hoe. Talking about 'you at the trap'. Make sure that bitch you with worth yo family."

"Man I'll see you at the crib."

"I bet yo dog ass won't get in!" I felt the tear forming in my eyes I just refuse to let them fall for him.

-Later That Night.

After picking up Xyla and cooking dinner I'm beyond tired.

Getting out the shower I walked to his dresser and grabbed a t-shirt. Moments later the front door opened.

"Dior!" Jayceon yelled loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear. He must received my text telling him I'm done trying with this relationship.

Ignoring him I laid there waiting for him to make his way to the room. Once in the room he spoke again.

"I know you heard me calling yo goofy ass! Why the fuck you acting so petty what bitch im gone be around?"

"Shid dont stunt for me you got plently of bitches. I hope you can stay at their crib and lower yo fucking voice my baby sleep."

"You goofy as hell. Im not going nowhere."

"Yes you are and I wish you would just be honest and move the fuck around."

"If I was cheating I wouldnt be coming home to you everynight."

"What you do before you come home tho? Go wash yo dick buster!"

"Dior im not about to argue with you. Fuck was you at the trap for today?"

"Catching yo lying ass up." I said lowly turning my body so I wasnt facing him. Placing the covers over my head I drifted away.

"I know yo ass hear me talking to you." Continuing to ignore him I knew soon he would walked away.

Hearing the bathroom door close I got up and scanned the room for his clothes he had on. Finding them in the closet on the floor I searched for anything I could find in his pockets. Coming up empty I walked back to the bed. To my surprise his phone was on the dresser. Picking it up I noticed a missed call from an unknown number. Sliding my finger across the screen I attempted to unlock his phone. Thinking I finally tried Xyla birthday and it unlocked. Going directly to his messages the first one I saw caught my attention.

Unknown Number: I enjoyed you

Him: Of course you did

Unknown Number: so when can we do this again?

Him: soon

Locking the phone I felt tears coming down my face. I didn't want to argue with him. I really wanted him out. I refuse to be cheated on a second time.

Once I heard the bathroom door open I quickly wiped my tears away.

Coming out the bathroom naked he walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of Express briefs. Ignoring my facial expression he continued get dressed.

"Jayceon where ever you about to go make sure its a place to lay your head."

"Im not going nowhere so cut that shit out." Unaware that I found evidence in his phone he continued to keep his lie going.

"You are going somewhere. Your not sleeping in my crib you cheating bastard."

"Here we go again."

"You damn right here we go again. I read the messages between you and ya lil girlfriend. I hope you enjoyed it as much as she did."

"Dior I dont feel like that bullshit real talk take yo ass to bed somewhere."

Quickly following behind him he headed for the kitchen. Noticing he was about to go in the refrigerator I stood in front of the it so he couldn't look inside.

"Go eat at that bitch house!" Picking me up and tossing me over his shoulders I tried my best to kick and fight him so he could put me down but I fail. Throwing me on the bed he pinned my arms above my head.

"Calm down!" He yelled close enough to my face where I felt his breath on me.

"Get the fuck off me and stop telling me to calm down! What if I went out and fucked on every Tom Dick and Joe? You would be pissed and ready to kill me. So save me the jail time and get the fuck out my crib! I'll let you know when you can come get your stuff."

Letting me go I stood up and waited for him to exit the room.

Grabbing a pair of nike sweat pants he threw them on with a vee neck and a pair of wheat timberlands.