After 'I Do'

II

"So you just not gon' talk to me, D'Shawn?"

"What is there to talk about, Mani? You're coming home at 1 in the morning." He said, still laying on his side not even looking at me.

"I came from Christina's."

"Did I ask you that?" He said.  I rolled my eyes.

I went and took a shower then got in bed.

Morning.....

I woke up. D'Shawn was already gone. He usually wake me up, I look at my phone and I was 1 hour late. All thanks to D'Shawn Jackson. Being a model isn't really hard at all, just stay fit and beautiful, throw these fashiony clothes made by famous humans and just rock them while a flash is flashing your face with music playing in the background. 

While on the seat of the makeup artist/ hairstylist's sitting; I got a text from an unknown number saying 'hey beautiful'. I ignored it because I know that I'm married.

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I know it was wrong to text my best friend's  wife but she's wasting her time with him. D'Shawn's not appreciating what he have but I'm sure I can give her what she wants.

D'Shawn might be my nigga but he might not have been hitting it right, to have a women as fine and sexy as Imani, and the fool still not.

Well, she don't know who I am but I know her, so things are gonna go as planned.

*Imani*

I thought about the text all day and I'm not stupid enough to show D'Shawn then start huge argument.

You know what I'll just playing along with this unknown person. A little wouldn't hurt, would it?

I texted back 'hello handsome, I assume. With all due respect who's this and how did you get my number?"

*Christina*

To have a nigga as fine as D'Shawn and not be happy. Bitches nowadays blind as fuck man.

I'm not the type of female to take her best friend man especially when they're married but Imani is ungrateful, just fix the problem in the marriage anyways it's not my business.

My phone beeped indicating that I have a text. When I looked its D'Shawn, saying 'Can I talk you to you, Chris?', I guess its an emergency; I'm gonna call and he picked up on the second ring.

"Hey Shawn, what's the matter?"

"I just need someone to talk to." He said in a tedious way.

"You sure its me, you need to talk to."

"Yeah, can I come over." He asked, in the same voice.

"You think that's a good idea, Shawn."

"Sure, I just want to talk Chris. Nothing more than that, I'm sure I can handle myself."

"Alright, then come on. I'll be waiting."

"I'm on the way." He hung up.

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9 p.m.

I got home and D'Shawn wasn't here. Is he that angry at me?    

I took a shower and got out to dry up then put on a night gown. As I was laying down in bed, my phone rang. It was the unknown person.

"Hello there, stranger.....literally."

"Hello babe, how was your day?" He asked. His voice was deep and sexy.

"Good, thanks for asking. I texted back and you never replied. Any explanation why?"

"I had a hectic day at work, sweetness. I seen the text, that's why I called to make it up to you?"

"Aww, how sweet. Well, now can you answer the questions?"

"Sure, My name is Malik Jenkins and I'm a detective. When I seen you at a store, I kinda traced you down but not in a stalker kind of way. It took a few weeks but now we on the phone talking." He said humorously.

"Well, you could've just walked up and asked for my number instead of going through all that work."

"I know that you aren't that easy to give stranger your number."

"True, true. I'm Imani Jackson and I'm a model for GQ magazine." I said confidently.

"Ooo, making that money huh?? Alright, alright."

"Mhmm Mhmm, a lady gotta what a lady gotta do."

"That's right. So, how's the guys with you or do you have anyone?"

My smiled dropped, just thinking about D'Shawn makes me mad.

"Nahh, all single and alone." I chuckled.

"So when do you want to link up?"

"10 at Harlow's Nightclub, Friday night."

"ok ok, nightclub girl alright, see you there babe."

"I'll see you there. Good night."

"Sleep tight." I chuckled and hung, said a prayer then went to sleep.