Love?
"I mean Lu, the girl kept calling all morning. Than spitting how she want him, than he have the nerve to save the bitch under Thursday" I explain to Lula as she fix dinner, she chuckle and shake her head.
"What day of the week do that make me than? At what point is enough, enough" I exclaim, while picking up a piece of chicken and munching on it.
"You look like a Saturday type of girl" she say we burst on laughing.
"Not funny" I say while still chuckling.
"You laughing... girl anyways, only you know when you had enough" she exclaim truthfully.
I guess she right only I should know what my breaking point is but sadly at the moment I don't know I just feel it and it feels like its coming, and fast.
Later that night
I toss and turn in bed not able to sleep, it feels weird knowing that Killa is not coming to sleep beside me and hold me in his arms.
Looking at the clock it reads 3:56 a.m., I should just go over his house. I mean I did it before showed up unannounced and he didn't mind at all. He was actually happy to see me, but we wasn't fighting at the time. We were actually on good terms and when we're good we're great, but when we're on bad terms it's a whole different story.
It took everything out of me to get up out of bed and get dress, I put on some gray sweatpants, black tank-top with my matching Jordan's and pull my hair into a messy bun.
After locking up my house, I get inside my car and pull off toward Killa house.
A couple minutes later I pull up to the gate of his house letting myself in with the code that he gave me for the gate. Pulling up to the house I park in front of the front door. I hop out, and make my way up the five steps and to the front door.
Killa have the most beautiful house ever, its huge inside, six bedrooms, seven and half bathroom, indoor pool, gym, two living room, TV room, huge man cave, game room and a huge stainless steel kitchen.
I let myself in with the key, after closing and locking the door behind me I walk upstairs toward Killa bedroom at the far end of the hallway ducked off.
I've always loved Killa bedroom, it was huge. Two walk in closet where I keep some of my stuff of course, his and her bathroom complete with a Jacuzzi bath tub and a huge stand-in shower, he even have a medium size living room because he hates for guest to come in his room and seat on his bed.
I swear him OCD. He is a pure clean freak, most man don't know how to clean property. Killa will scrub the floors with pure bleach and a little water, he wipes walls, I tell no lie you could eat of his floor. Shit he cleans like twice a day and spring clean every month.
But no matter how good of a roommate he might be on the clean side I still decided I didn't want to stay with Killa mainly because our relationship isn't stable enough for me to feel comfortable in that situation. Of course it pissed him off, but he manage to live with it even though he asks me like every day to move in with him.
The lights in his room were dimmed, and the closer I got the louder the moans were. I followed them to the bathroom with teary eyes. I open the door to the bathroom to find another female riding Killa in the Jacuzzi. The same Jacuzzi we made love in countless of times, I knew Killa was sleeping around with other women but I never seen it he made sure of that. Here I am now watching him fuck some other female, I'm have so many emotions running through me right now more than ever.
I grab the closest thing next to me which so happened to be my flat irons, and tossed them hitting the girl in her back.
"Owe, what the hell" she shouts out rubbing her back, if only them bitches was on.
