Love Game (Don't Be Enemies Sequel)

Falling Apart.

KIMBERLY

So today has been a good day. I'm really in a good mood. Michael's at the studio working on The Gold Album. King is at Heather's house. I been in the house all day by myself. Its 7 now and Michael said he's gonna be home around 9 so ima surprise my man.

I get in the shower freshen up get out and lotion up and get dressed in my black see through lingerie set that I bought from Victoria Secret. I straightened then curled my hair. Put eyeliner and mascara on. Then I cook steak with fried onions, shrimp and asparagus. Then I go spray some perfumer so I don't be smelling like shrimp. It's 9 now so I make the plates and pour the wine in our glasses and set the table. I lit all the candles and put roses on the floor from the front door to the table then to the bedroom. I sat at the table with my legs crossed sipped my wine and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Waited.

I sighed and checked the time 1:30 am. I didn't even realize I was sitting here that long. I don't know if I should be worried or be mad? I guess I'm both. I call Michael's phone and it goes straight to voicemail. Of course. Great just fucking great. I go upstairs to the bedroom and just lay there and cry. I decided to call Chris. *Ring*

"Hey Kim wassup?" he answers out of breath.

"Hey Chris is this a bad time?"

"Yea sourt of (I hear a woman giggle) but anything for you sis"

"I was wondering if you talk to Michael at all today or seen him at the studio?"

"I haven't talk to Michael and nah I didn't see him today"

"Oh alright well sorry for interrupting you i'll talk to you later"

"ok" he hung up.

Sighs. More tears.

Michael

Damn. Its 2 in the morning. FUCK!! I fucked up, Malaysia ass got me caught up and shit. We was fucking and just I guess kept fucking! I was supposed to be home around 9. I slide from under a sleeping Malaysia and put my boxers on. I look at the nightstand and see my phone I pick it up and turn it on. 1 missed call from....wife💍💕.....damn! "Baby come back to bed" I sighed. "I can't man" I put my clothes on and shoes, grab my phone, head home.

20 minutes later

I get to the front door and sigh and rub my hand over my face. I unlocked the door and walk in. Damn. Guilt hit me hard as I see the roses and candles, and the dinner. Damn. I go to the room and see a sleeping Kim with mascara smeared on her face. I put my head down and take my clothes off, only left in boxers and slide in the bed. I pull Kim close to me and wipe her face, her eyes open slowly, she looks at me with the saddest and most hurt face I've ever seen her. She looks at me then at my neck for a few seconds then back at my face. She gets up and leaves the room, I notice the lingerie, shit. I get up to see where she's going and she goes in the guest bedroom. I walk up to the door and it's locked. I go back in our bedroom then to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Shit! Great just fucking great! I turn off the lights get in bed and go to sleep.

Kimberly

Hickies. Fucking hickies. The man I love comes home late as hell with fucking hickies. Wow. Cheating ass nigga....I should of known with all the mysterious phone calls, and always leaving, always wondering what exact time ima be home. I should've known. I can't believe this shit. I always try to be understanding that hes famous, but this is some bullshit. I'm tired of this, I deserve better. But I have a child with this man, I am in love with this man.. Sobs and sniffles is all that happened in this room, cried myself to sleep.