Page 31 of Intentional Foul
“This number is no longer. . .” I hung up.
This slut changed her phone number. I covered my mouth, faced with one last ditch effort. Somehow, I had to get Marquise to see my side and do the right thing. Toggling over to his name, I called him.
“What’s good, Jhae. You and Malcolm cool?” he asked.
“Marquise, I’m asking you to help me. Your twin is living in a fantasy world. Please help me file for an annulment,” I begged.
A pause stood between us.
“He says he loves me. Help me, Marquise,” I continued.
“Jhae. He isn’t lying. Malcolm loves you. Women throw themselves at him, but he turns them down. No woman measures up to you,” he said.
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Marquise. Did I do something to lead him on? I didn’t mean to do it.”
“No, you didn’t do anything. It was love at first sight for him. Jhae, he saved himself for you.”
My eyes widened as I pondered the meaning of his sentence.
“Are you insane?” I questioned.
“No, he plans for you to be his first and only.”
“We are not consummating this marriage. How is he a virgin with you as a brother?” I whisper-yelled into the phone.
“I’m the better-looking twin. Jhae, Malcolm is diabolical when it comes to getting what he wants. He will wait you out and blast your status to get what he wants.”
I kicked my feet repeatedly, having a mini temper tantrum like a child being told no. Malcolm was light years ahead of me with nothing to lose. I didn’t think he was capable of pulling something off this elaborate. One thing was for sure, he wore patience with honor.
“Nooooo,” I whined into the phone.
“Why do you think Mom put him in therapy? He is a master manipulator.”
Anissa warned me not to be quick to give Marquise the good twin status. She said he was sneaky but in the same sentence said he was consistent and reliable. He never showed me anything else but the thoughtful, good son. At this point, do I even know the person I’m fraudulently married to?
“Helloooo. I need your help,” I requested, because he had proven my point.
“Don’t be mad at me, but I can’t cross my twin,” he said, and I hung up in his face.
Malcolm
Ivey
Jhae called
Me
I knew she would.
Ivey
She hired a PI. I caught him snooping on my program. I sent him on a wild goose chase.
Me
What? He can’t hang with you, Ivey.
