sensitivity || keith powers imagines

waiting to exhale || two

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"Get the fuck out of my office now!" demanded Keith as he pulled me off the blonde bitch to create a space between the both of us with his lean body.

"Yeah bitch," I spat to Alissa as she held her bloody nose with her hands. "Leave my man's office now and never bring your tacky ass back in here or in this building for a matter of fact."

She shouldn't have been here in the first place.

Holding both of his arms in the air, he looked at me with a look I only saw when he was only frustrated with something or someone. "I want you y/n to get out of my fucking office right now before I call the fucking security on your ass."

I scoffed as pulled a strand of my hair to the back of my ear.

"Why are you doing this to me," I clenched my teeth together as the words fell from his mouth.

He closed his eyes. "Please leave."

"You're going to let her talk to me like that after she had those things to say about you and her?" I looked up at him in disbelief as he shared a blank look on his caramel face. "Are you fucking stupid?"

"You should ask that yourself," the bitch had the nerve to smile at me, showing her red stained teeth to the both of us.

"Was I talking to you bitch," I tried to jump her skittish ass once again, but Keith stopping me before I could do any more damage to her skinny ass.

"Didn't I tell your stupid ass to leave," he looked me in the eyes as he shook me a little. "I'll deal with you later."

Feeling the hurt in the pit of my stomach, I shrugged his hands away from my shoulders as I picked my things up from the floor.

"Tell me this," I let a tear slip from an eye as I watched him walk over to Alissa to try and console her from the punches and scratches I gave her earlier. "Is you sleeping with her?"

Hearing nothing from the both of them as more tears came streaming down from my face, I closed my eyes in sadness.

His silence answered my question and gave me everything I needed to know from his ass.

"We will talk about this when I get home," he said once again, not even giving me the full attention I deserved from him.

"Why did you sleep with her?" I repeated, not following his command.

"Because he's tired of your dumb black ass," Alissa answered for him as he tried to quiet her down to not give me any more negative information than I have already heard.

"Is this true," my voice crack, wondering how I missed the signs these past few months or probably years at the most.

"He wants a divorce," she pulled away from his embrace and came closer to where I stood. "He wants to start a better family with me," she smirked, knowing that she was getting the best of me.

"Why would you do this to me," I moved past her and towards Keith as he held his head low in shame. "I gave you eleven years of my life, wondering if I was ever good for you."

"I just can't with you anymore," he trailed his eyes to my face. "I fell out of love with you and in love with Alissa. I'm sorry y/n."

Nodding my head in realization, I left the two lovebirds in their place, wanting to get away from the both of them before I did something I would regret in my later years in my life.

Walking past everyone as they stared in sadness at my broken state, I wiped the tears from my face, not believing my life was breaking down in floods.

I was his lover and his fucking secretary.

I helped his ass for eleven years when no one else was there for him and this is how I get rewarded?

Getting into the car he bought me for a Christmas present a year ago, I was now a mad bitch.

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Not even getting into the door of my multi-million dollar house all the way, I threw my things on the couch, wanting to get his shit out of my fucking house immediately.

Stomping up the stairs with my heels still on, he messed with the wrong bitch today.

Standing inside his walk-in closet with a furious look on my face, I took a minute and scanned everything he bought and owned over the years.

From the dress shirts to the different color ties he wore every day, I trembled at what that asshole did to me and created the feeling I thought I I never was going to feel in my marriage.

Pulling everything from its hangers and taking all the shit he had in his drawers, I carried all of his things to one of his cars, feeling the rage building up inside of my body.

"For eleven years, I gave your ass everything and then some," I mumbled to myself as I put more things inside of the car. "I gave him two kids and this is how he was going to repay me?"

Grabbing his watches and shoes after I cleared everything else out of his part of the closet, I got inside the car and pulled it out of the four car garage and into our driveway and parked it there.

I lit a cigarette and crammed it into my mouth. "After our honeymoon, I made love to him 365 times and not once did he ever cuddle with me afterward!"

"No y/n, I have to go to bed because I have work in the morning," he would say and turn away from me to take his bitch ass to bed.

Laughing in hysterics, I grabbed the gasoline from the passenger seat of the car and started scattering the flammable liquid on the white convertible.

Throwing the empty box on the ground, I huffed, taking the white rolled up paper and throwing it onto the car.

Laughing as I watch the flames become bigger and bigger, I was stupid for loving his ass.

Spitting on his brand new tires, everything he told me was a lie.

How could he look at me in the face after he had sex with her?

Not even giving the burning car a second glance, I went back into the house, feeling the need to take a break from everything.

Turning the tv on in the living room and plopping down on the couch, I stared at the screen, trying to forget what he did to me.

I put my life on hold so I could support him in the law world and this is what I get in return from his sorry ass?

Holding my hands to my head, I broke down.

After all this, he was going to leave me and the kids for a white woman?

"I fucking hate him," I screamed at no one particular as everything came crashing down once again.

Wiping my eyes with the tissues I had on the coffee table for different purposes, I suddenly heard a knock on my door.

"Who could this be," I sniffled as I got up to answer the door.

Having a tired looking firefighter on the front steps of my house, I crossed my arms in distaste.

"Mrs., do you know you have a burning car on your property?"

Smirking, I looked past him and to the car that was now barely recognizable.

"Who did you think set it," I sucked my teeth before slamming the door on his face.

Laying my head on the wall as I heard his knocks once again, I bit my lip, wondering if I could find some more shit that belonged to him.

I wanted to destroy everything he had and then some.

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Part three?