Odell Quickies

Unfaithful

He's mine
You may of had him once
But I got him all the time

he's mine; mokenstef

I paced my bedroom angrily. I married this man on the premise that that fuckboy shit was over. No more one night stands, side pieces or hoes, whatever the fuck athletes called these different women they had in different cities. All of it was and should have been over. 4 years of a happy marriage seemed to be escaping down the drain, every time I thought about the girl that'd just called my house.

Hello, is Odell there? Tell him my flight landed, I'll be staying at the Plaza off 5th.

Over and over again, I replayed the conversation. How disrespectful was she to call my home, asking for my husband but most importantly, how fucked up was he for even allowing it to take place?

I knew Odell's plane should have landed by now and he should have been headed home. I blew up his phone, alternating between texts and voicemails.

"Baby!" I heard his voice booming downstairs. I rushed to meet him at the base of the steps. When he saw me his smile quickly faded. "What I do now?"

I fought the tears back that threatened to fall. I loved this man with my everything. I gave him my all and I put up with his bullshit for years before he promised to settle down. "YOU LIED!" I screeched, picking up the first thing in my sight.

"What are you talking about Baby?" He backed away as I raised my hand up to launch a vase. "Put that down before you hurt someone."

"Yeah you, you lying sack of shit!" He ducked at just the right time, a pile of shattered glass crumbling in the hall. "You got these hoes calling the house Odell?! Really?!"

"Who? What are you talking about?" I felt myself getting angrier, the fact he was insulting my intelligence riled me up more.

I now had the heels I wore in my hand. To think, just before his flight touched down, I'd set up a romantic relaxing evening for the two of us. My sheer dressing robe drug across the hardwood floor of our foyer. I was chasing after him, my mind set on hurting him something vicious. "DON'T INSULT ME ODELL! Who the FUCK is Asia and why the fuck she got our number?" His face went white. "Bitch I gave you my all and you pay me back by cheating?!"

"Look, I-I can explain. It's not–it's not that bad babe."

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" The tears were busting free now. I was hurt, I was beyond hurt I was crushed, devastated, demolished, everything under the sun. "I love you so much and I give you my all and you cheat on me Odell?!"

His expression broke in front of me. Before anger bubbled lowly in his expression, now he looked broken instead. "I'm sorry." He tried approaching me, I backed away and shook my head no. "Please Lauryn."

He followed me upstairs while I threw on a pair of jeans and a Nike hoodie "I don't wanna look at you Odell." The sight of him upset my stomach. I took my car keys from their place on a table near our front door. I wasn't one to go fighting bitches but I wanted to have a face to face with the broad bold enough to call my home.

Taking the route from our home in Jersey, to the city where this bitch's hotel was with angry tears streaming down my cheeks I talked myself through this. I wasn't gonna pop up on her looking like a truck ran me over. I was the wife, she was the home wrecker. No way in hell in was letting her see me broken. In my purse, my phone repeatedly buzzed. 10 missed calls from Odell. Fuck him right now.

In the vanity mirror over my visor, I corrected my eyeliner, dabbing away the black streaks down my face. Collecting myself, I tugged my hood and grabbed my purse, I took her name and room number when she called. My nerves were running while I stepped on the elevator. This hotel was so expensive.

"Hello, Odell?" She quizzed behind her door, I covered the peephole knowing that if she saw someone other than my hoe ass husband, she'd never open up.

Stupidly, she opened the door wide, not making sure it was him. I stepped inside and shut the door. "His wife." Her eyes shot wide open when her gaze fell on me. Asia was in nothing but skimpy lingerie and heels. "Nice to meet you...Asia."

Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly while she tried to find her words. "I didn't-I didn't know he was married." She lied.

"Don't play with me. You didn't know he was married but every red carpet he attends, I'm on his arm being introduced as Mrs. Beckham? Try harder boo." I plopped down on her bed and looked at her, pulling a small bottle of liquor from her minibar for myself. "Let me put you on game sweetheart. You may have had my husband...one, two, a few times but he always comes back home to me. All you'll ever be is a home wrecking ass hoe that dreams of having even a sliver of the life I live. But if you ever," I stood up and backed her into a wall, pushing my finger in her face, "bring yo little nasty ass around my husband ever again, I will make your life a living hell but I suggest you don't try it." She quickly nodded her head as I walked out her room, grabbing some snacks and a few more mini bottles of liquor on my way out. Smiling back sweetly as I did so.