"King you have got to be kidding me!" I exhaled into my phone, "You are always putting me off after we've made plans. Plans far in advance...I know your leave got approved, yet, you want to stay in North Carolina with your little devil dogs." I scoffed as I began to pace around my room. Picking up the photos of King and I on my dresser. I ran my finger over the framed photo of our very first date, staring at it so intensely that the image blurred. I guess distance changed him.
I put the photo down and exhaled loudly into the speaker, releasing all of my bottled frustrations. Walking back to my bed, I sat on the edge of my queen sized cherry wood bed.
"Roxy, baby, you tripping on yo boy right now. Why don't you just come to me?"
His heavy "New Yitty" accent dripped from each word, his easy going approach to my frustrations added to my irritation.
"Come to you? King Samuels, I have responsibilities, I have work, I have bills. You on the other hand are free! FREE for three whole weeks. Three weeks King. It's only so easy for you to hop on a plane and come back to New York. Come to me. Am I not worth that to you anymore? Don't you love me anymore King?" my voice cracked as I asked King the questions that always went unanswered. Tears blurred my vision and I felt my chest tighten in anxiety. I felt ridiculously pitiful.
These fights had become a weekly thing and they were slowly taking a toll on me. I couldn't understand how King and I had gotten to this point. How had we lost everything that we once were? Our relationship now consisted of dry, impersonal text messaging and arguments over the phone. After all that we had been through,how did we allow it to be reduced to that.
"King..." I whispered weakly, just as my bedroom door flung open.
My best friend and roommate Deena walked in. Her long honey blonde tresses cascaded down her toned back, she had that famous gap toothed smile plastered across her caramel face.
She began, "Giiiiirl, let me tell you about this fine-" Her words were cut short by sudden shouting erupting from my phone.
"Roxy, man why do you call me when that hoe is around? She's the one filling your head with the idea that I don't love you anymore, huh? Fuck is wrong with her son? She over here talking about men like you're a single woman." King was on a roll, losing his cool and taking Deena's presence as an escape from my questions about us.
Once again, King had succeeded, my questions went unanswered.
"King...please stop." I started again with emotions thick in my voice. A tear slipped down my cheek and landed on my red baby doll top, temporarily leaving a salty stain. Deena squinted and sat down beside me, she silently wiped my tears away.
She took my phone from my hands and hung up.
I dropped my chin to my chest and cried. This had almost become a routine.
"Roxy, why do you put up with him? You could do so much better." Deena asked me kindly.
"I love him girl." I wept.
"What's love got to do with it? He treats you like shit. Ever since he joined the Marines you're more of his side bitch than his wifey. You don't deserve that." She stated with attitude.
"But you and King have never seen eye to eye Dee." I stated in his defense. My phone beep, signaling that I had a text.
So we hanging up now? Word Roxy, I see how it is. You going to fuck around and lose me playing those games.
I read the text message and sighed. Deena had read the message over my shoulder and sucked her teeth in obvious dismay. She stood directly in front of me and looked down at me sincerely, she lifted my head and said,
"You know, I think it's one of those margaritas in Manhattan nights? Let's slip on our freakum dresses and forget the stress." Deena smiled and tucked my curl behind my ear, "Now get up and get bad bitch!" she playfully threw my pillow at me then turned to walk out. When she reached my door, she dipped her hips and jiggled her massive behind. I had to giggle, she always had a way to get me to smile.
I stood up, went to the bathroom and washed my face. I guess it's Manhattan here we come.
King, I texted I'm going to enjoy myself tonight, you do the same. I love you
I turned on my shower and switched off my phone.
YOU ARE READING
Two-Timing
RomanceRoxanne Gregory has found herself in quite the predicament. Not only has she fallen for a married man but she's been two timing her current partner. Jamel Rodriquez, a successful real estate agent, has been trying to leave his wife for some time...
