Only In Love and War 2

Prologue: Busted/Confessions Pt.1

Prologue: Busted/Confessions Pt. 1

"Coward is the man who awakens a woman's love with no intentions of ever loving her back." -Anonymous

Khyia

I sat in the airport anxiously waiting for our flight to be called so we could head to Miami. Good thing Vinny was able to get last minute tickets for the flight out tonight, and since Lucy and Zealand decided not to come, it would just be Miracle and I going. Plus, Luke was out in Tallahassee visiting Kendrick so he was gonna pick us up from the airport. Sitting in the terminal, I was getting slightly agitated because it was crowded as hell and I just wanted to leave. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the photos again as I shook my head. A part of me wanted this shit to be all a lie, but I just knew it was all too real. Deontae was cheating on me and probably has been cheating for a while now. I closed out of my messages and went through my call log where I saw a missed call from Legacy. I don't know how I could have missed his call, but I'll call him back later. Right now, I need to call Pleasure because we need to talk before I make it to Miami. I've never been the type of woman to share anything in life with another woman. It was bad enough I had to share the same air with these hoes, but I refused to share a man with anyone. The only man in this world that was worth me sharing with another woman is Kuhran 'Killa' Harris and the only woman I'll ever have to share him with is my beautiful Queen and his granddaughters. My father is the only man that understands what it means to cherish a woman's heart and not hurt her intentionally.

I scrolled through my contacts and pressed Pleasure's name. I leaned back in the seat and waited for him to answer the phone. The phone rang about four times, I was about to hang up when I heard a female voice answer. Thinking I may have had the wrong number, I was going to hang up until I heard what sounded like slight moaning and groaning like someone was having sex.

"Hello," I said as curiosity got the best of me.

"Uhh, Pleasure! Baby, hold on. Someone's on the phone," the woman moaned.

"Fuck'em! I'll call whoever it is back later. I'm tryna make a baby right now. Fuck, Chrissy!" I heard him groan before the call disconnected.

I sat there with my mouth nearly on the floor, staring at my phone in shock and disbelief at what I had just heard. This nigga is really fucking another woman and trying to have a baby with her, but he had the nerve to try and accuse me of still fucking Legacy! Oh, he just dug his own fucking grave and don't even know it yet! I thought to myself.

There ain't shit he can say nor do to justify the shit I just heard and that bullshit ass stunt just made my decision to call this whole engagement off that much easier to do. I wonder what this chick looks like in person. Hell, I wonder who the chick is. Knowing Pleasure, she's probably a bougie ass doctor like him, which I would never have guessed that to be his type, seeing as though I'm an entrepreneur who happens to be the daughter of a big time kingpin. I couldn't help but laugh a little because this shit was ironic and comical as hell because I actually planned to cut all ties with Pleasure after that bullshit he pulled when he left me stranded at Walmart. I was just waiting for the right time to do so. See, Luke and Miracle kept insisting that I needed to do my research on Pleasure and shit. I decided to do just that, and what I found was not good at all. This nigga had a rap sheet about as long as Legacy and my father's combined, but it wasn't on drug charges or anything of that nature. Oh no, darlings, this nigga had been to jail for multiple counts of domestic abuse, assault and battery, and kidnapping. All these charges came from a Paige Newman, whom he was once engaged to back at Howard University. Now how he managed to finish school and obtain his medical degree with all of those charges, I'll never know. What I do know is his ass will not have to worry about me ever again in this lifetime or the next.