Two days. It’d
been two days since Amari had dropped off the kids and gotten upset after
seeing Jenelle. She took off and hadn’t returned my calls, hell she wouldn’t
even take calls from the kids. She sent some vague ass message to them about
needing time for herself, that she was fine, and that one of the kids needed to
take care of the dogs. She left no way to reach her in case of an emergency,
she just took off.
The ceramic
tiles in the shower cracked under the impact of my punch. How could she just
take off like that? How could I make her take off like that? Things were to the point that I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore.
Shutting off the water, I stepped out of the shower, not
feeling any more relaxed than when I got in. Since finding out she’d taken off,
there’d only been one thought in my head about where she’d gone. It’s all I could
think about and each time that I called her and got voicemail those feelings of
jealousy and hatred that I’d been trying to move past took a stronger
foothold. No matter how I’ve tried,
based on her past actions, I’d been unable to make myself believe her when she
said I was who she wanted.
Something in the
back of my mind kept nagging at me that Amari’s settling, that she was putting
forth this effort out of guilt more than love. That thought had me rethinking
my answer to her question last time we talked. While I did love Amari and
admittedly a part of me always would, was I hanging on for the wrong reasons? My actions were pushing her away. I was now doing the same thing she’d done, sabotaging things whether it was consciously or unconsciously, it was happening.
I was an ass for not talking to her for weeks, but I didn’t know what to say. I’d used my wife in the worst possible way and to hear she let me because of my past attitude towards her stripped away everything I was trying to reclaim. I was left with feelings of shame, completely embarrassed that I could have stooped so low. Like she’d said, I was supposed to be better than him.
The doorbell
rang bringing my thoughts back to the present. I needed to get my day started.
Jenelle was already here and I heard her footsteps as she walked across the
hardwoods to answer the door. Voices. A male voice. His voice. My mind had to
be playing tricks on me because there was no way that he would be at my house.
Hell, how would he even know where I lived? As soon as the question popped into
my head, the answer followed. He had to have gotten the information from Amari.
The sight before
me was the last thing I expected. That son of a bitch was holding my daughter,
giving her a bottle like it was the most natural thing in the world for him.
“What the hell
do you think you’re doing?”
The smug bastard
smiled at me. “With all the kids you’ve made, I’d have thought this would be
fairly obvious. Your very sexy…assistant here had her hands full so I offered
to help.”
“I…I’m sorry
Marcus, he said he was a friend,” Jenelle stated, clearly picking up on the
tension that quickly filled the room.
“Friend? There’s
a lot of things I’d call you, but friend wouldn’t be one of them,” I responded
keeping my eyes fixed on Mulo. “Jenelle, please take Gwen and Gracie upstairs
and stay up there with all of them until he leaves. Which should be shortly,” I added.
She nodded before walking over to gather Gwen from him. Mulo’s eyes
followed Jenelle as she walked up the stairs. “I can see why you hired her. The
sexy nanny thing, a lot of men have that fantasy. You even have the built in
excuse of having actual kids for her to also take care of. A win/win.”
Jenelle cast a
quick glance over her shoulder and smiled. I ignored his implication, it was
the same one Amari hinted at when she was here. She instantly assumed I was
sleeping with Jenelle. It was the excuse she needed to go running back to him
guilt free this time and she seemingly wasted no time in doing so. I sent her running straight to him.
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