Damaged

Ch. 8

Trent

KNOCK KNOCK. "Naomi."I knocked on the guest bedroom door and pushed it open.

I opened the door to an empty bedroom. It didn't even looked touched. Did she stay last night? I jogged down the steps and into the kitchen. There was a plate made with pancakes, an omelet, bacon, and grits. There was a side tray dish of cut up fruit and a glass of orange juice. It was an letter laying in front of it.

"Dear Trent,

Thanks for letting me stay last night. You're a really good listener and I enjoy your company. I'm going home, so you know where to find me.

~Naomi"

I shook my head. That girl ain't learned. I'm really digging her and she most definitely wifey material. I'm just waiting for her to get rid of ole dude.

"It ain't nothin to cut that bitch off."

"Hello?"I said answering my phone.

"Abston!"

"Wassup coach."

"Pack your bags. We're going to Miami. That's where our next game will be."

"When we leaving?"

"In two days. Oh and you'll need your people there. You'll be getting interviewed and all that good stuff."

"Alright coach. I'll be ready."I said before hanging up the phone.

I called my assistant so she can get everything in order. I gave her who I wanted and she got me that.

Khalil

"COME HOME AGAIN SMELLING LIKE ANOTHER NIGGA AND I'LL KILL YOU!"

I threw Naomi to the floor. She was crying and had bruises all over her. I left the house and went to see Tyra.

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KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK "Aye yo Tyra open up."

"What you want Khalil?"She said swinging the door open.

She was lookin sexy. Her hair was in a messy bun. She had on little to no make up with a white wife beater and green areopostale sweatpants. I ignored her question and brushed past her and sat on her couch.

"Khalil, what you want? I'm not in the mood today and yo dick ain't gon get me there."

"You sayin my dick ain't good."

"Not at all. I'm just tired of you running to me every time you mad at her."

I smacked my lips. "You know this how things go."

"And I'm not finna continue to sit here and be the fool."

I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her passionately. "You know I love you right."

She shrugged her shoulders. " I love you girl."

"But you love Naomi too."

That was true. That was very true.

Naomi

Lord why is this happening to me? Why can't love me like I love him? I know that taking this from him is wrong, but I don't know what else to do. I want our relationship to work, but I can't take no more of this pain.

"She a freak when she yike on it.

Throw that shit, throw that shit, throw that shit back."

"Hello?"

"Naomi Shug?"

"Speaking."

"Hi, this is Kayla Jones; assistant to Trent Abston. He will be traveling to Miami in two days and requested you by name to be his stylist. So, do you accept the job?"

I could use the vacation...."Yes."I said picking myself up off the floor.

"Great. See you Monday."

Monday couldn't get here fast enough.

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