Page 22 of I Heard It All Before

“His ass is up. He’s like a black vampire,” Demi laughed as she headed towards her house.

“Tell him to bring me something to drink when he comes out,” Imani requested when they got close.

Demi dialed her husband’s number from the device on her steering wheel, right as she turned the corner. Her house was at the end of the block, but she saw Kamari’s car backing out of their driveway as soon as she did. That wasn’t uncommon though. Kamari would leave out any time of the day or night if he was hungry enough.

“What’s up baby? I was just about to call you,” Kamari said when he answered the phone.

“You must be missing me. What are you doing?” Demi asked, even though she already knew. She was all smiles until her husband replied.

“Nothing, just watching a movie,” Kamari answered, not knowing that she was right behind him.

Demi’s smile faded as her sister looked over at her in shock. She had never known Kamari to do her sister dirty, but she didn’t put anything pass anybody.

“Really? What are you watching?” Demi asked, already knowing that his answer was going to be another lie.

“Nothing good, but what’s up with you? Did you have fun?” Kamari asked.

“Follow his ass,” Imani whispered angrily.

She didn’t have to tell Demi twice because she was already in pursuit. She kept up with the small talk with her husband until he pulled up into the driveway of an unfamiliar house a few minutes later. Demi parked between two cars up the block and watched to see what he was going to do.

“Baby, let me call you back. I need to run to the bathroom right quick,” Kamari said.

Demi and Imani watched as he got out of the car and went to the trunk. He pulled out an overnight bag that Demi recognized as the one he sometimes used when they went out of town.

“This muthafucker is planning to sleep out!” Demi yelled angrily.

“I can’t believe Kamari. That’s not even like him,” Imani said as they watched him walk up on the porch.

He rang the doorbell and, a minute or so later, he was being let it. They couldn’t tell who opened the door, but Demi just knew that it was a woman. There was no other reason that he would lie to her if he was being faithful.

“He got me fucked up,” Demi fumed as she hopped out of the car.

“Demi, wait!” Imani yelled. “You can’t just go barging up to people’s houses like that. You know the law better than anybody and you know about trespassing. You better think about your career.”

“Fuck that Imani. I know that I’m a lawyer, but I’m a woman first. This nigga got me fucked all the way up. It’s almost midnight and he’s creepin’ out of the house and lying about what he’s doing.”

“I understand that sis, but you can’t go running up in people’s houses like that,” Imani noted.

“I’m not going to him. His ass is gonna come to me,” Demi said as she walked up on the porch, followed by her sister.

“What do you mean?” Imani asked.

Her question was answered when Demi pulled her keys from her pocket and found Kamari’s car key. Imani wanted to run and get back in the car when Demi set off her husband’s car alarm. She had to have her sister’s back, so she kicked off her heels and waited for the action. When the door flew open a few seconds later, Kamari ran outside thinking that someone was tampering with his car. He paused when he saw his wife and sister-in-law standing there instead.

“Lying muthafucker!” Demi yelled as she started swinging on him.

“Baby, calm down and let me explain,” Kamari said while trying to grab her arm.

“There’s nothing to explain. You thought I was staying at the hotel, so you decided to come lay-up with the next bitch. Fuck you, Kamari. I’m so done with your sad ass. I want a divorce,” Demi cried as she moved away from him.

“What?” her husband yelled as he walked up on her and wrapped his hands around her neck. “You better not ever mention divorce to me again in your fucking life!”

“Nigga, you got me fucked up! Don’t put your hands on my damn sister!” Imani yelled as she pushed him, knocking him off balance.

Demi didn’t know if she was more hurt by him cheating on her or the fact that he’d put his hands on her. Kamari was the sweetest man that she’d ever met and he’d never laid a figure on her before that night. He treated Demi like fine china, but she was reduced to paper products since he was in front of his bitch’s house.

“Baby, I’m sorry. You know that’s not even me. Why would you even say some shit like that about divorce though?” Kamari asked her.

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