To Infinity... [COMPLETED]

Prologue

Sunday October 12, 2019 - Miami Beach, Florida

12:00 PM

Desi POV

I stand in the living room in my short black and gold silk robe holding my dog, Biscuit, in my arms, looking out over Collins Avenue through the large glass windows of the 1.3 million dollar condo my boyfriend bought me a few months ago. He and I have been together since November 2017, almost a year now, and we were doing great despite us not being able to see each other much. He's always traveling but so am I; he's never told me exactly what it is that he does but I'm still assuming that he's some sort of businessman.

I've dated a businessman before when I was in college and he was always gone like this and, that coupled with me always being buried in my school work, we didn't work out; he was always kind of an asshole anyway, treated me like I was some immature kid that always needed to be checked and babysat. That doesn't matter now because I've got me a man, not a dad.

He's tall, mad built, super athletic; maybe he's a body builder? He has long beautiful hair, a nice smile, he's photogenic; maybe he's a model? He's so charming and funny and charismatic too; maybe he's a con artist. You would think that I would know his profession by now but I don't; he always changes the subject or gives me some vague-ass answer whenever I asked so I stopped asking and decided to just enjoy being with him. Do I see myself building a future with him? Hell yeah. Is it happening now? Kind of. He bought me a new condo, yes, but I'm only twenty-six and I'm loving where I am at this point in my life; I've helped Borokeete win Mas Band of the Year for four years straight and I've won Queen of the Year every year and I'm going for a fifth win next year; I'm they're designated queen masquerader, I've been out partying with more rich and famous people and raking in the cash money doing it, and I'm with the man of my dreams, a man that is too sexy and sweet for words to describe. Oh! and don't even get me started on that dick, good gawd yes, mmmmm.

*KNOCK*KNOCK*KNOCK*

I turn around at the sound of someone knocking at my front door and I quickly cross the cool marble floor to answer it. I know it's not Joe because his flight hasn't landed yet and even then he has a key, he can just walk in. I unlock the door and pull it open to see a woman, about five-and-half feet tall with curly brown hair with blonde tips in a curve-hugging t-shirt dress, standing there with a stone cold expression on her face. She crosses her arms and looks me up and down. I clear my throat to get her attention.

"Um, hi, how may I help you?" I say with a soft and friendly smile. She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

Um, damn mama, rude for why?

"Nah, you can't help me, I just wanted to see what you looked like." The woman says raising an eyebrow at me.
"Excuse me?"
"You're Desi, right?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, I was just curious as to what my husband's side piece looked like. Not gonna lie, you're beautiful; if he wasn't such a lying cheat we all could've had some fun."
"Whoa, wait, I-I'm no side chick; you must have the wrong girl."
"Uh-huh, this your dog?"
"Y-Yeah."
"Awh, he's a cutie."

The woman bends down to talk to Biscuit who growls angrily at her.

"Awh, that's okay little one, I'd be mad too if my mommy was homewrecking whore; it's not her fault though."
"Excuse you, I am not a homewreck—"
"Aren't you Desmin Linse Wu of 5660 Collins Avenue?"
"Well, yes, but—"
"Then you're the side chick I'm lookin' for."
"Th-there's gotta be a mistake, I—"
"My husband, Leati Joseph Anoa'i, is a married man born and raised in Pensacola but he now lives in Tampa where he shares a warm and loving home with his wife, me, and our three beautiful children. I'm sorry to be the one to break it to you but you're his weekend girl. I guess you should've done your research."
"B-b-but I-I-I—"
"Actually, do it now. Go 'head and look him up right now, I'll wait."

She crosses her arms again and shifts her weight to one hip while I pull my phone out of my robe's pocket and type my boyfriend's name into the Bing search bar, my eyes going wide and my head getting light as I scroll through his Wikipedia page and many pictures of him with his wife and kids, my whole world crashing down around me. I look up at the woman, whose name I've learned is Galina, with tears clouding my vision and see her smirking at me.

"I guess you should hurry up and figure out what you're gonna do now considering that his plane should be landing any minute now and you and him have a lot of talkin' to do. Just don't keep him too long, he's got a show to do tomorrow in Tampa and he promised to take me and the kids out tonight. On that note, I'm gonna get going so I can beat him home. Have a nice day, side piece."

She turns and walks down the hallway towards the elevators and I close the door behind her, my phone dinging as I receive a text.

Lovey❤️: Just landed, omw soon. Can't wait to hold you again my love 😍

I ignore it, put Biscuit down, walk into the large walk-in closet of our...

...his master bedroom, and begin to pack my luggage bags, not using the new Chanel ones or packing the new clothes he's bought me, warm tears cascading down on every piece of clothing I fold.