^Went to a NF concert the other^ night. He was hella hot and it was hella hot.
Grinding my teeth together, I bit my tongue from saying anything else. Two years ago, I would have cursed this man from the soul of his feet to the crown of his head. He sat here giving me the same lame excuse on why he believed his mother over me. She had him believe I was some harlot and was only with him for his money. Stressing me out for the third time this week, I rubbed across my forehead.
"Tell me, when would I have time to be getting my freak on with some old ass jerk? Tell me that Matthew. Cause I come home to you everyday, and I cook and clean for you and lay it out good for you." I say barley keeping my emotions under a lid. He had hit a nerve, talking bout dropping it for my boss. Tonight we were eating dinner together and he was being suggestive and I told him I was tired and not in the mood.
"Why else, Jada! Why else other than for a raise. You don't ever wanna come home to me and drop it for me." He said raising his voice. His face was burning red and he straighten up in his chair. My hand was itching to slap him right across his face for that.
"Why the hell can't I just be tired Matthew. I go to work busting my ass to work hard and fight the idea of people thinking I'm bending it over for the boss. And I come home to the man that's supposed to be on my side! And guess what I get. The one thing I stay fighting at work. My husband thinks I'm 'dropping it for the boss'" I say slamming my hand down on the table. My appetite left me ten minutes ago yet I had remained nibbling on the food here and there. That was until I told him I wasn't in the mood.
"Jada I don't want to argue." He said like I was the one accusing him of whipping out his dick for on of his co-workers. Frustrated I just glared at him.
"Fine, You can sleep on the damn couch for all I care." I grumbled standing up from the table and grabbing my plate and cup from the table and marched off . Going to the kitchen I could hear him curse under his breath and follow hot on my heals.
"Jada." He said in a much softer voice one that cause a slow heat to swirl in my stomach. Setting my stuff in the sink, I whirled around and he was closer than I originally though. His sweet breath fanned across my face. His eyes shown bright and his face displayed sorrow.
"Why wont you trust me, Matthew. I have been yours for four years, and I will love you for forty more. Stop being so insecure. Stop believing your mother when it comes to me." Shrinking back from my fingertips, shook his head. My heart thundered painfully against my chest. Really.
"Jada as bad as this sounds, my mother has always known best. Why would she let me down now?" He said believing his mom could never even swat a fly. He is so full of shit. Rolling my eyes, I let out a sigh and turned away from him. I really think my husband could be so dense sometimes.
" Yep sure sounds bad." I told him as I began down the hallway to our bedroom.
"C'mon Jada don't be like that." He said chasing me down once again. Pinning me against the bedroom door he looked down at me. "Please." Placing both of my hands on his chest I pushed him back.
"Ever since you announced that we were getting married to your mom, she would smile in your face and then behind your back tell me I was never going to be good enough for you that soon you would get bored with me and move on to your true love. She hates me so maybe that's why she seems to know best." I said turning away from him. Suddenly his arms where around me and his face was in my neck.
"Why didn't you tell me." he asked rubbing him hand over my stomach.
"Because I did not want you to think that I could not get along with your mother." I said defeated.
"Jada, I confessed my love for you and you though that saying something about the way my mother was treating you would change how I felt about you, no I doesn't, I will always love you." He said hugging me tighter.
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Not related to previous one but could be.
Love you guys
- Mer 💞
