Page 68 of Kove and Xiah
“Nah, you ain’t told me a gotdamn thing. I heard some shit because your life blew up in your face, Xiah. I’ve been fucking another man’s wife and that doesn’t sit right with me because that’s not how I get down. Maybe that’s your shit, but it damn sure ain’t mine.”
As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them, truth or not, because the way her expression dropped and hurt shifted onto her face had me feeling all types of fucked up. I wasn’t a hateful ass nigga. If you were straight with me, I offered the same respect, but this had me out of my comfort zone.
“It’s not like I’m playing both sides or cheating. Even though the documents filed between us say I’m married, I left him and the marriage when I found out he got another woman pregnant on our honeymoon. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to leave when it happened because he was really good at hiding his shit from me. I didn’t find out until the woman sent me an invitation to their son’s first birthday. She respectfully informed me she would allow me to tag along withmyhusband while he celebratedtheirchild.
The fuck…
That nigga’s face was probably still swelling from the work I put in but I wanted to cave that shit in a few more times.
“He really did that?”
She nodded. “I know I should have told you I was married…”
“Yeah, you should have. I’m in a complicated place with everything going on in my life and tonight wasn’t where this needed to come out.”
“I’m sorry.”
I dropped my head back to the head rest, closed my eyes, and raked my palm down my face. I remained that way for a minute before I pulled myself together enough to think level headed. I got out of the car, rounded the front, and opened her door.
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“I told you that you were coming up with me.”
“I gave you what you wanted. I can just go home and…”
“Xiah, bring your ass.”
I extended a hand to help her out and shut the door, hitting the locks before we headed to the elevator. Neither of us said a damn word until we got to the suite. I walked in the room, found a T-shirt, and tossed it on the bed while she watched.
“Get comfortable and get some sleep. I’m about to smoke and deal with whatever the fuck Sovoya is gonna have to say about all of this.”
“Kove, I think it’s best if…”
“You didn’t ask what I thought about you having a husband, so I’m not asking you what you think about how I’m handling this now that I know. Go to bed, Xi. I need a minute to clear my head.”
I dropped a kiss onto her forehead. She nodded, lifted the shirt, and headed to the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, I went to the closet, opened the safe, and removed a blunt. I waited to fire up until I was in the living room. I shrugged out of my jacket, removed my shirt, tie, shoes, and socks, and stretched out on the sofa to smoke. I needed the high to settle in before I hit Sovoya up. Unfortunately, she didn’t give me a chance because she called after my first pull.
I answered and lifted the phone to my ear, expecting her to go the fuck off, but she surprised me.
“How is she?”
I frowned hard as hell, confused by her question and calmness.
“Xiah?”
“Yes, Kove. How is Xiah?”
“You care?”
“Yes, I care. Please answer my question. How is she?”
“She’s cool. In the shower right now. I told her to get some rest.”
“Good. You’re staying with her then?”
I laughed dryly. “So after all that shit tonight you want me with her?”
