Page 26 of Intentional Foul
“According to the state of Nevada, we’ve been married for about two and a half months,” I said, and she paused, slowly turning to me.
My preference would have been to keep this card tucked in my back pocket. Right now, my back was against the wall.
“Malcolm, we are not married,” she said with a hint of uncertainty.
I removed my phone and played the video Ivey sent. With the volume on max. “Do you, Jhae Davis, take Malcolm Shaw-Jefferies to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do. Wheeeewww. Marquise, we are officially family,” she yelled.
I’ve never seen anyone with short legs and small feet move at her speed. She snatched the phone from my hand and watched the video again. We sealed our union with a kiss to the temple instead of our lips.
“Congratulations Bro,” Marquise can be heard in the background.
“This . . . this . . . isn’t real. You had Ivey do some tech stuff,” she stammered over her words.
Jhae’s hand trembled as she played the video again. The color flushed from her face as she looked from the phone to me for confirmation.
“It was your idea to get married,” I reminded.
My phone slipped from her hands, hitting the floor. She trembled as her mouth parted.
“Did we have sex?” she whispered.
My nose hiked at her question as I motioned my head backward. “Jhae, do you not know me? I wouldn’t degrade you in that manner. You passed out in the car. I carried you to bed and tossed the blanket over you. Marquise and I played the game all night. Don’t ever disrespect me by suggesting I violated your temple,” I said with hardness.
“You married me while I was drunk, Malcolm. Is that not disrespectful?” she questioned.
I tossed the thought around in my head before I answered. “Yes, but you suggested it and I wasn’t passing you up on your offer,” I said with no shame.
My actions were fucked up, but I needed to cuff Jhae to me. When my Music Note’s eyes squinted, an invisible fire left hernose and ears. She lunged at me, pounding my chest with her small fists. The taps did nothing to me, but she needed to get it out of her system.
“Malcolm, are you fucking crazy? Anissa is going to kill me. She is going to kill me. We’re getting this thing annulled now. You’re going to show her the video, and we will put this behind us,” she screamed before she hit me one last time.
Chapter Five
Let It Begin
Jhae
Malcolm sat on the cream plush couch as I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
“You gon’ have to prove it was fraudulent,” Malcolm informed as he watched me pull out my phone. He knew I was searching for how to get an annulment.
“The video is my proof, you crazy person,” I rebutted.
Malcolm folded his arms across his chest. “What video?” he questioned.
My eyes twitched at the same rate as my hands. Tapping the internet, I searched for ways to get this marriage annulled. I needed hard proof this union was a fraud and right now Malcolm held all the cards.
“Your last option is a divorce. And we both know I’m not signing shit,” he said.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried regulating my panicked breathing.
“Malcolm, this isn’t a joke. You are playing with my life and my livelihood,” I yelled with aggression.
“Sit, baby. Let’s discuss this,” he said, and I saw red as my body tightened.
“Malcolm, I want this thing annulled,” I screamed and stomped.
