Things Change (EDITING)

Chapter 16

Naomi POV.
It's been so awkward lately I've just been Laying down, Mad as Hell while Stephen go around and fuck some other bitch on MY HONEYMOON. I mean I know we not married for real but damn. I've changed. I haven't been fighting, catching a additude or anything. Just quiet, but I got something for his ass bet.

-At Christina's House-

Stephen POV.
"Got damn baby!" I moan as she start to deep throat. I've been putting off trying to fuck. I mean I would love too, but it was look crazy if I go to the store and buy some condoms and Christiana don't wanna be seen buying some either.

My thoughts are interrupted by her stopping before I you know. "Why you stop?" I ask looking down at her? She laughs. "Its time for you to go dude its 8:00." I pull my pants up looking stupid. She supposed to be worrying bout my dick not the time. I give her a kiss then leave.

-8:30p.m-
I walk back up to the house and smell something so good. I speed walk into the kitchen, to see Naomi standing by the stove. When I say she looked good I mean Damn. She had on a lace black dress with some knee high heel boots. Hair came all the way down to her ass which made her look like one of them Instagram models. "I'm Back." I say as she walks over to the sink. She rolls her eyes. "Wassup." I smirk. I see what she tryin to do. "Why you dressed all up." She rolls her once again and Washes her hands. "Don't worry bout why I'm dressed up." She says pouring a glass of wine. She takes a sip and sits on the counter. I watch her closely as she crosses her legs. She huffs loudly. "Will you stop staring..." I laugh. "Maybe if you didn't have your legs and shit out I would." She glups down the rest of her drink pouring more. "Maybe I just wanted to be confident after I just got my heart broken by a wanna be "REAL MVP" when all he is, is a National fuckboy. Real nice you know why because of the fact that I'm married to you over money, MONEY nigga Money. I'm getting paid you getting laid. Lets see how long that last when you get exposed." Naomi blurts out.

"All that shit you talking ain't gonna get you know where, YOU sighed a contract, YOU. She rolls her eyes "Don't get silent now TALK cause that's all you do anyways talk and drink, drink and talk." She jumps off the counter. Gluping down her second glass of wine. "YOU DONT KNOW ME." I laugh. "WHO DOES? DIDNT KNOWBODY KNOW YOU BEFORE YOU MET ME." I say in frustration. "AND, AND OKAY SO WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN. IM A NOBODY. IM PROUD TO BE A NOBODY WARDELL." She says again putting down the glass and picking up the bottle and gluping it. "SLOW DOWN NAOMI." I say trying to take the bottle away from her. "She snatches the bottle away. "DONT TOUCH ME." she walks into our room taming her shoulder into mine. I follow her. She walks toward to balcony. "What are you doing?" She says nothing as she drinks more. As she looks over the balcony I grab the bottle. She was pretty short so I barley had to reach. "Stephen give it BACK!" She says with a deep Caribbean Accent. Every time she gets drunk this happens. I throw the bottle into the ocean. The balcony was pretty short and we were just like 12 inches off the ground. She climbs over falling. "NAMONI!" I jump over the baloney also and follow behind her....

Naomi POV.
"WARDELL STOP FOLLOWING ME!" I yell walking towards the water. "GO TO YOU ULGY ASS BITCH!" I yell once again. As I keep walking I feel sprinkles of water coming from the ocean so I know I was close. "Naomi come here." It was pitch black so I just stopped and turn around facing him. "Do you know how long it took me to get over my ex and I find somebody that I thought would be the most sexist person alive turnt out to he the most unkind hearted person alive." I look around and ball my fist thing about what I have gone through. I back away from the sand and Start walking toward Christiana house, I didn't know what I wanna gonna do at that point but I knew it wasn't gonna be good....