Lethal

Chapter Fourteen.

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It took a month for me to find and move into my new apartment; a process which was made all the more difficult by my workload, I officially had two clients and Ms. Fox had taken me on as the wardrobe stylist for any production that she was in charge of. My new apartment was everything that I ever wanted; its main selling point was that it had a view of the city and a large bathroom, two things that made waking up that much easier.

Regardless of how nice my apartment was, I was rarely ever there; during the day, my time was taken up by planning outfits and searching for rare or unusual pieces that would make both of my clients stand out while sill sticking to their individual brands. On the other hand, I found myself in Jibri's bed on most nights, it seemed to be the only time that we had for each other, but I didn't mind; we made it work. Our relationship was blossoming, progressing at full speed as we let each other in completely; I often joked that our first time having sex was a testament to the strength of our connection, I'd never been comfortable enough with a man to have sex with him in broad daylight- at least not the first time.

I was content, snuggled into my boyfriend's side while having the purest dreams that I'd ever had. That was the second reason that I spent most nights with him, his presence warded off the demons that infiltrated my dreams and caused me to reach for a bottle.

My dreamscape started to become distorted as the persistent blaring of my notification tone forced me awake, at first, I tried to ignore it, but decided that it may have been important. One, then two eyes squinted open while I reached for my phone, it was eleven in the morning on a Sunday and I had eight new messages on Instagram. I opened them, stomach churning at what I saw; several photos and videos of Jibri engaging in various sexual acts with two unknown women. The videos were taken from someone's Snapchat, the date and time stamped on the filter letting me know that they were recent.

My blood boiled as I watched each video, then I looked at the man next to me; I grabbed my pillow and hit him with it repeatedly until his eyes opened and he sprung up in confusion. "Baby, what the fuck?"

No words left me as my phone collided with his forehead, I sat there with my arms crossed as I watched him, watch himself. His confusion seemed to grow more and more as each video played.

"This is what you do Jibri? Huh?!" I asked, using yet another pillow to hit him with.

He easily wrenched it out of my hands. "What the fuck? These are old." Was his simple response, something about his nonchalant tone only turned my anger into rage.

"Try again and try harder." I scanned the room for my next weapon, settling for the shoes that I'd thrown into a corner the night before. I hopped out of bed, picking the shoes up and preparing to launch them at his next misstep.

Jibri's composure was dissipating with every second, as if he had the right to be upset with me, "These are old Zana! Don't fuckin' throw--" He ducked as one shoe soared in his direction. "Crazy bitch." Jibri muttered under his breath.

"I thought you said that you had to do a back piece?! That it was going to take hours and that I should just go straight home?!" I threw the second shoe, then looked around for other possible projectiles, settling on my hair brush.

Jibri made a few short steps towards me and yanked the brush out of my hand, "I said that they're old! What the fuck I got to lie to you for Za?!" He yelled at me, his anger matching mine. "Crazy fuckin' bitch! Calm down!"

"Calm down? Okay, I'll leave you here while I find somewhere to calm down! Where's my phone?!" I pushed him out of the way, trying to figure out where my phone was.