Once I walk out the bathroom I find Roc wiping a stain of his Jordan 11s that came out a couple months ago. When he realizes that I am now in the same room as him he stands up straight , now looking at me.
" Wow I cant really believe that you're my wife... how did I get so lucky to have and deserve a wonderful woman. Like you Mikayla Royal. " he compliments me . Sad to say this but I don't believe him this feeling in my stomach. I just cant shake it and that yet alone scares me the most because when everything comes out I'm going to be the one hurt. Lord please don't let this be true we have a daughter, he has me.
I faint smile at him and head for the stairs, tonight we will be having a driver take us to the club and back to our house.
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Once we arrive it was pretty much all eyes on us, we continue to hold hands and walking thru the club like we own the place. We stop by the bar before heading to the VIP longue, I just get a cooler and Roc gets a bottle of 1800. After about 30 minutes I'm ready to start to have fun before reality kicks in, I grab Rocs hand and I pull him to the dance floor. "Booty me down" came on I had to show roc that I still had it... on the 3rd booty me down he was not hard. I pleased by the fact that I can still get him on tip without trying to hard. "love don't change" came on next and everything was perfect. But out of nowhere this woman taps Roc which makes us turn her way.
" Hey Roc, haven't seen you in a minute.. oh my bad my name is Desiree" she started talking to him then moved on to me but a soon as I heard that name.
" mmmm... what was it Desiree? As you can see I'm with my HUSBAND let me repeat that for you HUSBAND you see this rock on my left hand... lets see yours oh wait you don't have one. You saw I had this ring on my hand when you decided to be messy by coming over here. Let me explain this you loud and clear you are problem and I don't like problems so let me see your number call my HUSBAND again and I will solve this problem" And with that I left her stupid ass there with roc in my hand we walk out the club.
