MAJESTY

I. Trophy Wife

MA•JES•TY: of royal power.

I glanced down at my watch that read 3:44 am. Karon is still not home and I'm beyond pissed. He  still thinks he can just do whatever the fuck he wants and I'm getting tired of it. You would think after years of infidelity, I would've been left him. The truth is I got too comfortable with the life he provides for me and our twin daughters. But I'm starting to wonder is this lifestyle worth all the pain he has put me through.

"Maj, you need to leave his crazy ass anyway! You gonna fuck around and end up in the ground!" my best friend, Lisa, complained. "Plus I heard he been fucking around on you again, Maj. My homegirl from work told me that she saw him out with some mixed hoe!" she scoffed in disgust.

I rolled my eyes. Lisa sounds like a hater right now if I'm being honest. I appreciate what she was saying, but she shouldn't even be discussing me with another bitch. I made a mental note not tell her shit else about my relationship. Karon and I have been together for damn near ten years. I can't just throw that away so easily.

"Alright girl. Imma put the girls to bed. I'll talk to you tomorrow," I said, dismissing what she said and quickly hanging up the phone.

After putting my twin daughters to bed, I poured myself a glass of sweet red and got comfortable on the couch. Karon's still not home, but I'm not even about to stress it right now. I turned on my favorite show, Power, and binge watched season one until I dozed off.

I was startled out of my sleep by the sound of the front door creaking open. I open my eyes to find nobody other than Karon trying to tiptoe his ass in here like usual.

"What you doing up, Maj?" he asked, taking his shoes and jacket off.

I rolled my eyes, "I wasn't up. You woke me up coming in here at wee hours of the night again like you crazy!" I snapped.

He sighed, "Come on, Maj. You know it's business, baby. Don't start this shit right now!"

I felt the anger I felt earlier surfacing again, "Nah, we gonna talk about it right the fuck now because that lipstick on your motherfucking shirt ain't business! Unless you got your niggas wearing makeup that don't look like no business to me!" I snapped.

He pushed past me, dismissing everything I'm saying to him right now.

"Oh, that's exactly what the fuck I thought! Dog ass nigga. Always will be!" I spat.

"I'm trying not to disrespect you right now, Maj. I just lost one of my closest men tonight over and I could've been dead wit' em. That makeup you see if his girlfriend's when I had to deliver the news that her boyfriend and child's father had been gunned down and pronounced dead on the scene. So nah, I said I don't want to fucking talk about it right now!" he shook his head and made his way upstairs.

Damn I can't help but to feel guilty now. I felt bad that his friend dead, but he can't blame me. Karon has done me dirty so many times, I lost count a long time ago. He can't get mad at me for being a little crazy. He made his bed and now he gotta lay in that.

A hot shower is exactly what I need to escape from all this bullshit so I made my way to the bathroom. I turned the water on and made it as hot as I could stand it. I stripped out of my satin night gown and stepped into the steaming hot shower. As the water penetrated my body, all my worries washed away.

After washing my body and rinsing off, I stepped out the shower. I heard a knock on the door and rolled my eyes at the sight of Karon.

"I'll be done in a minute, Karon," I huffed with an attitude.

"Open the door, Maj," he demanded.

Sighing, I wrapped my towel around my body and opened the door to be met with a clearly angry Karon.  Those once hypnotizing hazel -green eyes were dark were now filled with rage.