If You Let Him Take Me From You || Woody McClain ||

Chapter One

Zora

"I really don't see what the big deal is." Kirsten huffed into the phone. I rolled my eyes because she just didn't get it. I was tired of the blatant disrespect.

"Kirsten I just don't know how much more disrespect I can take ... I know Jean seems like a good man but ..." Before I could finish she cut me off.

"Jean is a good man Zora. Ain't no seem like. Sweetie the truth is you're just insecure. I'm only telling you this because I love you."  I took a moment to let her words sink in as I mowed over my appearance. And sadly I couldn't totally blow her accusations off as false. However I could argue that Jean had definitely contributed to my condition. 

"So you mean you wouldn't flip if you found the same things in Keith's DMs?" Who was I kidding? Keith was no Jean. He and Kirsten made sense when nothing else in the world did to me. 

"Now you know ..." She started but I quickly cut her off.

"You're right. I'm tripping." I admitted earning an um-hum from her. I placed my palm to my forehead and shook my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts. Maybe I was tripping after all. "Let me finish getting dressed. I'm already running behind. I'll see you and Keith later at the party." I said before politely disconnecting the call and taking a seat on my bed. 

It was Jean's Birthday. And we had already started the day off terribly by arguing. Some Instagram ho decided I needed to know that Jean had been flirting with her in her private messages as well as her comments. She sent me screenshots of their supposed conversations and it was the last thing I needed to see from him. 

He denied it of course but something in my gut just wouldn't let me let this shit go. Jean and I met in college and have been together ever since. He was celebrating his 30th birthday tonight and of course as his girl I was expected to be supportive and on his arm. Granted it was the last thing I wanted to do right now. 

Jean and I had this made for the movies love, at first anyway. He was an aspiring actor and I had dreams of becoming a successful screen writer. Once we graduated we had vowed to put our careers first. So that's what we'd been doing these last few years. Jean was so talented and deserved the success he was seeing. There was no denying that. I had even managed to put his career ahead of my own because I wanted success for him more than I wanted it for myself at times. That's just how much I loved him.

When he wasn't collaborating with his boys on skits he was with me. We made an awesome team. Before we both knew it he was a well known name in the social media world. And with that came a lot of female attention. A lot of female attention. Jean loved it of course. I however had learned to deal with it in my own way. Jean was a natural star and he loved being in front of the camera. I on the other hand hated the lime light. I was a behind the scenes kind of girl. I had a few social media accounts but rarely used any of them. And when I did I'd always regret it. Seeing a large amount of females throwing themselves shamelessly at your man had away of turning your stomach. 

So that's how I dealt with it. I hid from it. But things always had a way of coming to light. People talked. People in our circles talked. Strangers in our city talked. And I heard things I'd give my whole life to unhear. Jean was famous in his own light. People knew of him and from the outside looking in it seemed as if he was wildly successful. But the truth was at one point his fame out weighed his bank account. But attention seeking thirsty ass females couldn't tell the difference these days.

While I took a job at my father's firm just to support us and his dreams he'd managed to take advantage of the situation. To make a long story short Jean had in fact stepped out on me. More than once. And finding that out had not only broken my heart but had threatened to break me. He was supposed to love me back. The same way I had loved him. But he hadn't. At least not in my eyes.