Page 16 of This is Law

“I don’t know. It’s been a while,” I lied my ass off, knowing this nigga just fucked me a few weeks ago, when the divorce cleared. I’ll tell my girls a lot of shit, but I didn’t have the balls to expose that. Hell nah. They would judge me big time.

“Look me in my eyes and say that again. I feel like your ass is lying,” Milan said, still holding the blunt. She wasn’t that far away from me, so I stuck my foot out, and I playfully kicked her.

“Girl, move. What I’m lying for?” I asked.

“Because I know you, Ya. You would have known the last time you had sex with Law. You remember everything about that damn man. Answer it. You acting like we going to judge you,” Milan probed, letting all the smoke just leave out of the blunt because she was too busy with her eyes on me, waiting for me to answer her question.

“I really don’t remember,” I still lied. My sister laughed, and then she picked up her phone, and she sat it down on my lap.

“Pretend that my phone is the bible. Put your hand on it and swear that you don’t remember the last time you had sex with him,” Shai said. Now, they were fuckin tag teaming my ass. For Shai to make me swear on the bible, that meant that she didn’t believe my ass, either.

We used to do this as kids. If we weren’t near a bible, we would grab whatever item that we were near, and make each other swear on it, just to see if we were telling the truth. I didn’t have the balls to lie on this bible, even if it was just a phone, so I laughed, and handed her back her phone.

“Like three weeks ago,” I honestly said, and when I said it, all the women out here shrieked. Milan started coughing from the pull that she’d just taken from the blunt, showing me how caught off guard that she was. My sister was sitting on the arm of my chair still, and she was using her fingers to count, as if she was solving math.

“Three weeks ago? Ya’ll divorced three weeks ago,” Shai pointed out the obvious.

“I know. He fucked me after the people came and loaded up all his cars. It was a weak moment. He hasn’t touched me since,” when I said that, the women around me were screaming, and they were telling me that they didn’t blame me. That was their way of telling me that they knew Law was fine, so they totally understood it.

“See, maybe I lack common sense, but I love that kind of toxic shit. You took that nigga to court. Ya’ll had to sign on the dotted line and bring your marriage to an end. Even with you doing that shit, he still came over there and dropped off dick. I feel like you and Law going to get back together though. Best friend, I don’t see you with anyone else. You used to be so gone off that nigga. Like, your ass was down bad. So many times, me, and you damn near fell out because I would be trying to get you outside, and you wanted to be laid up with a nigga that youlay up with every night,” Milan shared, and I was cracking up because the things she was saying were true.

Me, and her got into a big ass argument like four years ago. She called me at the last minute, asking me to meet her at a lounge, so we can have drinks and food. When she called, I was laid up with my man. The boys were with my mom. I told Milan that I couldn’t go, and her ass started going off on me. We cursed each other out. When we hashed shit out the next day, after she called me back, that’s when she told me that she’d fallen out with a dude that she was dealing with, so she just wanted to get out of the house with me, and vent. Milan and I were sisters. We just didn’t share the same blood. I’ll argue with her, just as I would with Shai. She’ll aggravate the fuck out of me just like my twin sister, but I loved her to pieces and wouldn’t trade her for the world.

We talked about so much shit while we were out here. I took shots, and had another strong cocktail, so no lie, by this point, I was just about tore up. As we were out here, I should have never picked up my phone and strolled social media because I stumbled across one of those blog pages, and someone had secretly recorded footage of Law, and that bitch Gina. I didn’t know Gina personally, but I knew who she was. We’ve crossed paths before. During the end of my marriage with Law, I remember seeing her at the nail salon. Suddenly, everything was so fuckin funny when she saw me. I knew when a bitch was trying to be funny, and tell me something without telling me something, so later that night, when Law came home, I looked him in his eyes, and asked him if he ever fucked that bitch, and he told me that he hadn’t. I gave a good description of her to him, so he knew exactly who I was talking about.

Maybe it was because I’d checked out after losing Sarai, but I never nagged him anymore about it. I trusted his word. Here it was, a little over a year later, and him and this bitch wereout, having wraps, and smoothie dates. The drinks in my system, mixed with the edibles were the worst combination for me to have right now because I was going to call him, and boldly ask him if he was fuckin that bitch, and if he had fucked her back then, when I asked him about it.

We made it back to the bedroom, and Shai went to the bathroom, so that she could take her shower first. While she was in there, I sat at the ottoman, that was at the foot of the bed, and I zoned off. I pictured Law, and that bitch fuckin, which was crazy on my part because all it was going to do was drive me crazy. While it was after two in the morning here, it was after two in the afternoon in Orlando, where Law was with the boys. I didn’t even know if he was around them, or where they were right now, but I still picked my phone up, and I put a facetime call in to his phone. I wanted to see his eyes and tell if he was lying to me.

“What’s good?” he answered. He was in the bathroom, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. The bathroom that he was standing in was at our vacation property that we owned in Orlando. During our time of marriage, it wasn’t uncommon for us to just get on the road to take the boys to a theme park, which was why we had a vacation property out there. In our divorce, we both still had access to that property.

“Why did you lie to me back then when I asked you if you fucked that bitch, when you knew fuckin well that you did?” I got right to the point and asked him. You could tell that he was caught off guard by my question because he froze in putting the product in his hair that he was using, so that he could look at me.

“What bitch are you even talking about Soraya? Who you feeling like right now? Why you calling my phone, questioning me about a bitch, when me and you are no longer together?” he asked, eyes trained on me, waiting on a response from me.

“You told me that you didn’t fuck Gina when I asked you that shit a year ago! I told you I saw her at the nail salon, and that bitch was laughing at me! You lied and said that you didn’t fuck her!” I screamed. My sister came out of the bathroom because she heard the commotion.

“Hang the fuckin phone up, Soraya because you going to do that stupid shit with him, and be crying in the morning, embarrassed about it!” Shai said, walking over, and I knew she was going to try, and take the phone from out of my hands, so I stood up, and it’s like the liquor went right to my legs, so I stumbled, and I fell right on my ass. Still in my swimsuit, I sat on the floor, and because tequila was going to do that shit to me every time, I sat here on the phone with my ex-husband, and stupidly, I started crying.

“What the fuck she drank, Shai?” Law asked my sister. You could hear the concern all in his voice.

“Fuckin Tequilla. Law, hang the phone up because she not going to let me get it, and I don’t feel like fighting with her,” you could hear the annoyance all in my sisters voice, like I was ruining her high.

“Your such a fuckin liar. You knew you fucked that bitch when I asked you-

“When you asked me that, me, and her hadn’t fucked yet. She only sucked my dick!” he said, and that comment broke my heart, and I hated that for me.

“Sevyn, what the fuck! Just hang the phone up. She drunk, and by you saying that, you not making the shit any better!” my sister screamed at him. Tears were steady falling down my face, and I was using my free hand that wasn’t holding onto the phone to wipe the tears away.

“It’s cool. Watch I fuck another nigga. I’m going to do some foul shit to you Law, and Ima fuck a nigga that you know, and have him all in your fuckin face, laughing at you, so that youcan see how that shit feels. You probably couldn’t wait to go and fuck that hoe. It’s cool. Watch how I do you. Just fuckin watchhhhhh!” I was hysterically crying and using my hand to wipe the tears. I was so mad that I was shaking. Law was unfazed by the shit that I was saying because he was just staring back at me with that permanent mug on his face. He looked like he wanted to knock my ass out so bad.

“Why you called me, crying about that bitch, Yaya? You saw some shit on social media?” his voice was calm.

“You took the hoe to lunch, and you fucked her!” I screamed, already coming up with my own version of the story.

“I took the hoe to get a five-dollar wrap, and a buy one get one 50% off smoothie. You speaking on shit like you were there. I ain’t fuck that bitch the other day. I got a lil head, but that was it. I shouldn’t have to explain that to you though. You left a nigga, remember? Then, you out there, drinking tequila, knowing that shit make you act stupid, and delusional. Get yourself together before I hang the phone up, bruh. You wilding tonight,” he went on.

“I don’t believe shit you say. I know you fucked that bitch,” I damn near mumbled, as I struggled to get myself together.

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