Curiosity Didn't Kill This Cat

~Part 3: Speechless?~

I don't think the elevator could move fast enough for me. That son of a bitch! I was having an internal mental break down. If we had sex once a week I counted it as a victory. I thought maybe he was just shy. But then he got some other bitch knocked up? How the hell could that have happened with an impotent bastard? So many question ran around in my head but no answers. There was only one thing I could do. Find the twit and get answers. I needed to know how and why. Not necessarily why. I know why we broke up - apparently I have no emotions. Or was it that I wasn't showing him enough emotions. Then ding as the elevator made it to the ground floor, I was taken out of my thoughts. I shook myself together put on a smile and told persons to have a wonderful weekend as I bolted out the door to the parking garage.

One good thing about working for the Mafia Boss, I stand corrected, Organization Executive, were the perks. My made sure I got my dream car. I zipped out of the parking garage. First I'll buy these things for Renzo. Then, if time allows, I'll find that bastard. One thing I know he posts everything freaking thing on social media with his geotagging so if someone were to kidnap him it would be damn easy.

I stopped at this store that I knew specialized in everything natural. Looking at the list he was probably going to take a soak later to ease some tension. It was a stressful week after all. Firstly, one of his most trusted subordinates decided that he would pocket the profits of a casino that he was running. Renzo knew he was taking a ten thousand here and fifteen thousand there every once in a while so he let it go. But then this idiot decided that he was going to take a little over one hundred thousand in one night. Bad, bad move. So Renzo had to deal with him. Let's just say he's using the hundred grand to clear some medical bills. Then there was the girl who came in claiming that the little 6-year-old girl she had belonged to Renzo. I think that's probably the third or fourth time I had to call for a rushed DNA test. Money talks after all. Let's not forget about the attempted murder of Renzo in front of the court house after he was acquitted of money laundering. He had some damn good lawyers.

I love my job - rather I love the money I get paid - so I might as well make sure my boss is well relaxed so when I eventually ask for a raise I can get it. I found everything that was on his list except the myrrh. If you want to relax, lavender is better to burn than myrrh everyone knows that. Especially if vanilla is in the air. I'll just have to let him trust me on this. He has trusted me on everything before so why not this?

With shopping done, I had just about an hour to find that bastard. To Instagram! I checked the last picture he posted was less than twenty minutes ago: A café latte and I knew exactly what shop he got it from.

I sped to the quaint little shop about to make a scene. I parked, and busted in the café only to see him sitting down by his lonesome self. I walked over and stood up in front of him.

He looked up at me annoyed. "What?"

"How could you knock someone up and you cannot last for an hour? How Jason. Enlighten me!" I shouted as persons began to stare. At his point everyone was curious to know what was going on.

"First off!" He shouted. "Sit the hell down and keep your voice down." He said motioning me to the chair.

At this point I was irate. "Explain! You sorry son of a bitch, before I remind you how I wasted almost two years on your ass!"

He sighed. Something I don't think I've ever seen him do. "I'll explain, but not in here."

I looked around to see people whispering. "Figured." I said while rolling my eyes. "This embarrasses you, but being impotent and taking it up the ass doesn't! Lead the way."

My last comment must have pissed him off, he stormed out and I followed.

I followed Jason to his car. To say he was screwing a Mafia boss he really didn't get that many perks.

"You really still have this hunk of junk?" I said snickering.

"Save it. Are you going to listen or keep making shitty comments?" He asked.

I checked the time on my phone. "You got fifteen minutes top!"

"You want to know why I left you. You were, still are, an emotionless, self-centered, high and might, refuses to get off of her pedestal, pissy bitch! The moment I dropped out of college you started to look down on me. You continued, then you kept talking about getting your masters. And you went and did it. Ignoring me the whole time. Everything was you, you, you! Then when YOU wanted to have sex, I had to do what YOU wanted. My dick doesn't work that way Alyssa. You nagged and nagged. Not there you idiot, there or Jason, quick grunting it's a turn off. You know what... YOU ALY. YOU WERE THE FREAKING TURN OFF. The one time I cheated on you, guess what, my dick worked and she got pregnant!" He said throwing his hands up at the last part. "And funny enough even when I'm taking it up the ass, my dick still gets hard. You my dear, black hearted Aly, you are the problem. Not me. So even with all your degrees and accolades you still are nothing more than a dead ass lay. Bye." With that he got into his rinky dink car and left.

I just took there speechless. Eventually I snapped out of it. My curiosity got the best of me at this point and now I feel like shit.

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Author's Note:
Well then... That escalated quickly. Not much for me to say here huh?
Song of choice: Nuh Boring Gyal by Aidonia.
Oh the irony... Basically he's saying that he doesn't want a girl whose sex game is whack. But is Aly's sex game that whack....? Oh well read on to see...
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