“I think you do know.”
“Leave it alone, Jakari.”
“Fine.” I got up and walked to the door. “I got work to do.”
She nodded, and that’s how we left it.
But I didn’t really have shit to do. I mean, I did, but I wasn’t in the mood for it. I was horny and frustrated and on edge. If I didn’t fuck my wife soon, I was gonna have to end it. Cuz how much is a nigga supposed to take?
I picked up my phone and went to my contacts. I was about to block Kittora, but not before giving her a parting shot:
come near my wife again hoe. bet money i won’t fuck you up