Page 13 of Kove and Xiah
“You sure because you know we stay talking shit about funky hoes. Don’t let today be your karma and end up on the other end being the one talked about. You hit all the spots?”
I laughed and yanked a towel from the rack to dry off. “I assure you all parts of my body are fresh and clean.”
“Okay good. I’m not gonna hold you since I know you’re in panic mode. I’ll see you tonight. We have Seduction in the City.”
Seduction in the City was a black-tie social for singles to meet and mingle. The guests were vetted prior to being sent an invitation, so it wasn’t as simple as pay to play. I didn’t want to go but Koa did and that meant I would be there. She supported my bullshit, so I supported hers.
“Shit, I forgot. You still want to go?”
“Hell yeah I do and you’re not bailing on me because you owe me some good dick after last night’s catastrophe. Since you’renot equipped with the tools, you’re going to be my wing woman until I find someone who is.”
I grinned and rolled my eyes. “I wasn’t going to bail but I have to go so I can finish getting dressed.”
“I mean it, Xi. Do not bail on me. I’m tired of being single and you should be too.”
“I’m not single.”
“You’re single, Xi. Fuck that man and his wayward dick. The minute he played you and cheated, you became single. As soon as I locate his pussy ass, he’s going to be served. Regardless, you have the right to live like he doesn’t exist.”
The blessing of my girl being a family law attorney meant she could represent me with my divorce.
I’d married my college boyfriend, but not straight out of college. We didn’t say I do until three years after we graduated. Originally, we had gone separate ways. Things ended between us because he was drafted to play baseball in the MLB and I had aspirations to be a flight attendant. Our goals didn’t align. I wanted to travel the world and figure out my life plan.
He wanted me to be his wife and support his career with my only aspiration being having his children. I was young and that wasn’t what I wanted, so we went our separate ways, but not before the embarrassment of me turning down a marriage proposal he delivered at his draft party.
We ran into each other years later when he was traded to the Badgers and spent six months rekindling things. Life was good, I was in real estate, more settled, and he was newly traded to the local team. He pushed hard and I assumed it was because he really wanted us to work this time. We were married quickly, only for me to find out six months after we took our vows that he only married me to prove he could have what he wanted all these years later…me.
According to him, I ruined him years ago when I ended the relationship and he had been harboring the feelings from the breakup for years. Star athlete that had it all, but couldn’t keep the girl.Fucking narcissistic asshole. The entire time we were married, he had women in other cities, some in the one we lived in and a child that had been conceived the week of our honeymoon based on the timelines. I found out when I received an invitation to their son’s first birthday party that he’d flown her to Tulum that same week we were there on our honeymoon.
Nothing about this man made sense, I was fooled and so was everyone else I loved. It was damn near impossible to fathom that someone could be so spiteful over a breakup. He married me just to make me miserable. That was our story. I truly believed he wanted to tarnish the fairytale I had about wanting what my parents had. Rekindling old flames and falling in love after a reconnection years later was their romantic story
Kaden Perry was the asshole who married me to prove he could have anything he wanted. I foolishly believed I had his heart because I’d given him mine.
After a little over two years of marriage, I learned that the only thing he ever gave me was false hope that I could have the same type of love that I was born and raised in. He ruined my perspective on love and I hated him for that.
It would have been great if he at least cared enough about me to move on with his life and allow me to do the same, but he refused. Even after crushing my fairytale, he would not let me go. I wanted a divorce and he had been hiding for the past six months. I regretted not filing while he was in the league, because at least I could have tracked him down, but now that he was retired with no permanent residence listed in his name, Kaden had yet to be served and I was unhappily married to a man I loathed with every fiber of my being.
“In theory, yes, but on paper, I’m very much still married.”
“I’m going to reserve the right to keep my thoughts to myself, but again, fuck him.”
I grinned. “That’s not really keeping your thoughts to yourself, friend.”
“I’m a work in progress, but the point is, don’t bail on me. I need support and at five hundred dollars per ticket there better be some quality men at this damn thing too.”
“You do know price is no guarantee for the quality of men who will be there, right?”
“Yes it is. A nigga who’s just trying to hit wouldn’t pay that much.”
“Men spend twice that daily at strip clubs, Koa.”
“Exactly my point. Why would they pay five hundred dollars for a black-tie social when they could pull up at Poles and Pastries, slap some ass, and fuck something. Black-tie means they’ll have to work for the coochie. I’m expecting some top tier brothers tonight, and if not, I’m demanding a refund.”
“Friend…” I smiled, tucking my towel so I could finish my skincare routine: toner, brightener and moisturizer.
“I know, I know. I love you, see you tonight, byeeeeeee.”
She ended the call and I grabbed my toothbrush to finish getting ready. Once I was done in the bathroom, I quickly yanked on a matching bra and panty set because I’d never be caught unprepared if a fine ass man who checked all the boxes on my list decided he wanted to bless me with some phenomenal dick.
