Tres

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Hollywood, California
Erica's Pov
4:57 pm

I kicked the door closed behind me. Taking off my shoes, I un-did my tie. Taking in my surroundings, I'd spotted a big suitcase near the door.

"Nikki!" I called out.

Few minutes later she came down with a few more clothes. When she noticed me, her eyes widened. The clothes dropped to the floor, as she stared at me.

"What's all this?" I pointed at the suitcase.

All she did was stare at me. I snapped my fingers a couple of times to get her attention.

"O-oh huh?"

"Why you're packing" I flung my keys on the couch.

"Oh y-yeah? Um for business ... trip"

I looked at her confused. She tried to hug me but I declined her offer.

"What business trip?"

"My boss just told me today."

She attempted to kiss me but I turned my head.

"Aw come on babe don't be like that."

"K." I brushed past her, going to our room.

I took off my shirt and began to unzip my pants. Nikki came in a few mins after while I was looking for a casual offit to wear.

"Babe .."

I ignored her prescense.

"Bae .."

I grabbed my bathing towel and began to walk over to the bathroom. She stopped me and pushed me back.

With one hand on her hip, she glared at me.

"I know you heard me calling you!"

"Oh."

"Oh!? Erica!"

"What!" I screamed back.

I was feeling way bout her absence. Me and Nikki always made time for each other in the past but now its as I'm not a priority.

Every since she got that promotion from her thirsty ass boss, she been bugging out.

Coming home late but claiming she had to work late. I'm sure working at a law' firm, you do have atleast two or three breaks. Now she's leaving again!

I worked my ass off to get to where we are at now; a successful label company who's have signed the most-rated artists in the world, a multi-million fashion business and living in a 7-bedroom mansion including maids n' all.

All I ask in return, is quality time with my so-called lover and child. Yet, I don't get that, instead, I get a wife who complaints bout shyt and likes to put her job first.

"Don't you raised yo Voice at me." She pointed her finger in my face.

"Man, watch out." I smacked my lips.

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