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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

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I've never been the one to go tic for tat. Yeah, I might have some petty attributes, but none to what I have at the moment. However, living with Jax has taught me two things in life. One, his mere presence can absolutely throw off my mood. Two, going tic for tat wasn't that bad.

Matter a fact, it was appealing. So much so that here I was sifting throughly closet so I could find an appropriate outfit for tonight. At one point in time I was a partyer', had an outfit for every occasion. Now that I was mother however things change and now my old outfits are either outdated or can't fit.

It was another sign that maybe I should stay home and enjoy my child free day, but I couldn't. The pettiness in me couldn't rest. The man had the upmost audacity to think that I wasn't going to do what I wanted to do being a fully grown woman. With a body like this and face like mines the world needed to see it.

He had his turn to act a fool and now it was my turn. This ring was nothing but a constant reminder on how void our relationship was.

As I skimmed through my closet a leather burgundy pants caught my eye. My original plan was a nice tight dress, but as I continued to look and found a matching top and shoes I knew that I had found my outfit for tonight.

I squeal ran past my lips as I held the outfit up to my body so I could get a sense of how it would look on me. I took off my robe and began to put them on. I took the pins out of my hair and touched up on my lipgloss.

By the time I was done it was eight-fifty and Keke was already downstairs waiting for me. I use the term waiting very loosely seeing the fact that she was rushing me.

She was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago but you know how black people are. They'll say they're two minutes away and when in reality their about twenty five minutes out and didn't account for traffic as well.

I hurriedly made my way downstairs but stopped as I heard the door shut and a pair of keys being set down. My self conscience sang happily.

It was him.

I took a deep breath and continued to make my way downstairs. As he walked by I just acted like I didn't see him and flat out ignored him.

We haven't talk for two days since he pulled that little stunt. You would think that after our argument he would  stay home and try some sort of bonding with his child, but boy could I have been wrong. Instead, he came home five  o'clock in the morning smelling like cheap perfume, alcohol, with another set of hickeys.

I honestly don't understand why I thought so highly of him. It's was probably the clairvoyant side of me, nevertheless, it was embarrassing of me to even remotely think that Jax cared about anyone but his damn self.

"What the fuck are you wearing?!" I heard him say behind me.

I continued to walk towards the door, but I was only able to get two steps in before he was reeling me back. Annoyed, I snatched my arm from his grasp and turned around to face him. "Clothes. Is it that hard to put two together?"