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Another long one y'all. It wasn't intentional lol but I heard y'all like them long anyway so you're welcome lol ♥️
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"I was just trying to get back in here to look at this." I point to the pregnancy test.

"Oh! You took it? What's it say?" he asks

"I don't know yet. You scared the shit out of me when I was trying to pick it up."

He laughs and places his hands on my hips. "Well, let's see what it says."

I reach for the test again and I pick it up.

My stomach dropped. What? How? I mean I know how but we were completely prepared for this. I'm just shocked that I'm actually seeing it.

There it was, clear as day.

Not pregnant.

"Oh." Jey says, I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

I didn't say anything right away. I was trying to figure out my own feelings. I was happy with the results. I was actually very happy with the results, but why do I feel disappointed in a way? Did I want the baby? I don't know, but judging how I feel right now, maybe I did.

I feel Jey's hands tighten on my waist. "Baby, say something."

"I don't know what you want me to say." I break out of his hold and throw the test away.

"How do you feel about it?" He asks

"I don't know. How do you feel about it?" I lean on the counter, looking at him.

"I feel however you want me to feel." He says, cautiously. "I told you regardless if it was positive or negative that I wanted whatever you wanted. Now seeing actual results that you're not pregnant, I wanna know how you feel."

I just look at him. I know I was visibly upset because I could feel myself getting emotional over the situation. He looked me in my eyes and I saw that he was worried for me.

"Did you want me to be pregnant?" I ask

"I wanted whatever you wanted." He says

"No, Jey, answer me." I demand

"I told you I didn't mind if you wanted to have a baby. I told you I would give that to you because you wanted it. But the results show that you're not and I'm not gonna say I'm happy about it." He says, honestly. I know he's only trying to spare me. I know he's upset.

I took a deep breath and let it go. I didn't know where to start. Trying to put what I was feeling  into words was hard.

"Why do I feel like I wanted this baby? Why do I feel sad?" I finally say.

"Maybe because you kept telling yourself that you didn't want a baby when you really did?"

"I—This is so fucked up." I shake my head.

"If you want a baby—."

"You'll give it to me. I know. I said regardless of the results that it was supposed to happen, so this wasn't supposed to happen. I guess we just move on and forget it's happened." I say with a shrug, but I was so emotional I was tearing up.

He grabs me and pulls me into a hug.

"If shit is meant to be for us then it will happen. That's something I know. Ain't shit about what we got going on normal. We just not supposed to be pregnant right now. When all of this is figured out and we want it to happen, it will happen. Don't be sad about this. It just isn't our time, baby. It's not the right circumstances."

I nod my head and pull away from him. "Okay."

He wipes my face free of tears. "I love you." He smiles and kisses me on my forehead.

"I love you, too."

*********

Later on that night, I was sitting up in bed with my third glass of wine, thinking about everything that transpired over the course of our relationship. Jey was asleep next to me and he had two weeks left to get this bitch to sign the divorce papers. His family had been coming down hard on him and I couldn't do anything about it. I thought it had something to do with his brothers but he would've told me about that. I think it had to do with the business. I hate not knowing much about that side of him.

The wife situation though, I'm worried. I just have a feeling she's not going to sign those papers. I just don't see her changing her mind within these next two weeks. Which makes me sad. Honestly, I didn't want to leave him. I think we have a good thing going. I wholeheartedly love him and if I could help it, I would snap my finger and everything would work itself out, his bitchass ex wife is making our lives harder.

I sat there thinking of something I could do. I knew there had to be something, anything. Only thing I could think of was to talk to her. I know Jey doesn't want me to but I feel it's worth a try. I mean she seemed like a bitch but I can be a bitch too.

But I don't want to get involved with a marriage.

But I'm also already involved in this marriage.

Fuck it.

Against my better judgment, I grabbed Jey's phone, unlocked it and went to his ex's contact. I went to her address and sent it to myself. I got out of bed and went into my closet. I put on my boots I had on earlier in the day and attempted to walk out of the closet but I almost broke my neck when I tripped over that Marc Jacobs duffle back Jey got me a few weeks back. I stare at it for a few long seconds. Then I had a thought.

I slowly squat down to the duffle. I believe this is a sign. I quietly say to myself as I unzip the bag. I pull out the black and silver metal case, put the code in and I open it. I stare at the gun for a minute contemplating if I should take it or not. I thought it wasn't a good idea but I decided to take it just in case. Putting it in my purse, I had the thought to put it back but I ignored it. It's mine. I can take it if I want. Maybe I might need it for protection. I grab my keys and I leave out. I jump in Jey's Cullinan and head right over to the address.

After only fifteen minutes I arrived at my destination. I didn't pull into the driveway, I stayed parked on the street. I instantly get nervous.

It was a very nice house. Not as big as I would've expected but it's still big enough for a family of four.

I found myself wondering what it looked like inside. What type of decor did she have? What color scheme did she go with? Was it traditional or modern? Not important but it just made me wonder what type of woman she was.

I shake myself out of those thoughts and call Danielle. I need her to talk me out of this because I'm angry as hell and although I want to do this, I know it's not the smartest decision. She needs to talk me down.

I didn't even give her time to say hello, I just started talking.

"Danny, I'm sitting outside of the ex wife's house."

"Bitch, I told your ass don't put yourself in that. What are you doing there?"

"I think I should talk to her." I say feeling overwhelmed with emotion. "He says she won't sign the papers and I'm tired of this shit. He has two weeks before I leave. And I'll do it. I'll fucking leave and never look back." I yell

"Okay. Hazel, calm down. First, I want you to just drive off. Don't sit in front of that woman's house like that."

"I'm going to ring the doorbell."

"What if the kids are there? Jey would get pissed at you for doing that while they're there."

I know she's right but I just don't want to leave. I feel I need to talk to her.

"I need to speak to her." I say

"Are you drunk?" She asks

"I'm a little buzzed but I'm not drunk."

"Hazel what's going on with you? You don't normally act like this." She says

I sigh, "I don't know. I've been on edge lately. Jey has two weeks to get this situation together and it's looking like I'm going to have to leave. I guess it's just getting to me." I explain

"Okay, just relax for a second. Breathe." She says and I take a deep breath then let it out. "Do you think it's a smart decision to go to this woman's house and demand that she sign divorce papers?"

"No, I don't. I know it's not, but what else can I do?" I say, frustrated. I just want this to be over.

"You need to let him handle it. There's a reason why he's doing it how he is. Either he doesn't want the divorce, or he really does want to be with you and he's trying to do this the best way he knows how." She says. "It's not your place to do this. If this is a situation where if you can't be patient, then you don't need to be in it. You have two weeks left. If nothing changes, then leave. You said you would do it. That's the consequences of his actions and you need to follow through."

I know she's right but damn, I really thought this was going to work out.

"This is the reason why I didn't want you to get involved in the first place. Men lie all the time saying that they're gonna leave their wives and they don't. They want to keep stringing you along as long as possible but you are in control of your life and you gave him a time limit, and his time is up if he exceeds that. Follow through if it comes to that, but baby, it's looking like that's what's going to happen." She says.

"He gave me 200 thousand dollars in cash." I say

"Why?" She asks. I could hear the judging in her voice.

"Because I have no money. You know, I'm used to my independence and he's been telling me the whole time we've been together for me to use his money and I have not and I don't have any income. I've gone through my checking account, so he was paying me back, plus more. I still don't know how to feel about it. On top of all of that, he bought me a house and two cars. He opened a bank account for me that he says has money in it already, plus a joint bank account with his brother, just in case he ever needs to send me anything." I explain

"What?" She says confused. "I don't understand."

"I know it's a lot. I have been going through a lot these last couple of weeks with him and he's just saying he wants to set me up in case things don't go our way."

"That doesn't sound right, maybe he really is planning on ending the relationship."

"I don't think he is though. He is still adamant about getting these papers signed, but it's been 2 1/2 months." I say

"Whatever his reasoning is, you came into that relationship with what you had, which was whatever you had in your bank account and clothes. He bought you all of that stuff and gave you a ridiculous amount of money. Cut your losses, which aren't much, and just go. You're leaving in a better position than you were when ya got there." She says. "And you still have whatever earnings you have coming from selling your condo and your car. Just leave because this shit is starting to get weird."

I was sitting there processing everything she was saying to me and she was getting through. I can't believe I really thought I was about to make this woman sign her divorce papers. I don't know what I thought was gonna happen. This isn't my place. I need to back up and handle what I need to.

I was about to respond to Danielle when the passenger car door opened and I saw Jey get in the car and sit down in the seat. He didn't look at me, he just closed the door.

"Drive off." He says, looking straight out of the windshield.

I don't say anything. I just put the car in drive and I pushed the gas.

"What are you doing?" I hear through the speakers of the car.

"Danny, Jey just got in the car and I'm driving off. I'll call you later." I say

"If you don't call me, I'm calling to check on you because I'm worried about you." She says

"Okay." I say then end the call.

He reached on the dash and started doing something on the screen. He put in an address and started the gps.

"Go there." He says and sits back in his seat. He took his phone out and didn't say anything else to me.

I was kinda scared to talk. Like, where did he come from? I know he had to check my location to know where I was, or maybe he saw that I sent the address to myself from his phone. I really wanted to know if he was upset with me but he didn't say anything to me the whole ride.

The GPS took me to the St. Regis hotel in Union Square. I wasn't sure why we were here but if he's gonna kill me, at least I'll be comfortable.

We pull up to the front of the hotel, stopping at the valet stand. We get out of the car, but before I could make it out, I reach for my purse, but he grabs it out of my hand.

Damn, he knows I have the gun with me.

I let him take it and didn't say anything. I follow him into the lobby and we go to the receptionist.

"Hazel Fox." He tells them and they ask for my ID. He goes into my purse and hands me my wallet. I take my ID out and I give it to the lady. She does whatever in her system and hands it back to me and I put it away. She gives him the key to access the room and we walk off.

I follow closely behind him. I know he's pissed off. He hasn't spoken a word to me since we left that house and it's giving me flashbacks from when he showed up at my parents house. I think I'm scared.

We take the elevator up to the 47th floor. The ride in the elevator had so much awkwardness and it was silent. I didn't know what to do. He's never been like this with me, only that one time so I really don't know how to react.

We arrive at the room, which is actually a 2 bedroom suite. He opens the door and we walk in, but he closes and locks the door behind me and that made me feel uneasy as well. Everything he's doing has me on edge. I kinda just stood there watching him trying to get a read on his demeanor.

He walked in, sat my purse on the table and sat down on one of the chairs. I stood in the middle of the living room looking at him. I didn't know what his next move was going to be. I was so nervous. I wish he would just talk.

He looked at me for a few seconds then slowly went into my purse and pulled the gun out. My heart dropped. I knew he knew it was on there but seeing him holding it made things feel worse. He took the magazine out and placed it on the table along with the gun.

"What are you doing with this?" He finally speaks. Looking at the gun and not me.

I felt like when I was a little kid in trouble with my dad. I didn't know what to say nor did I want to say the wrong thing so I kinda just shrugged my shoulders a little. My dad hated it when I did that.

"You took this to my house where my soon to be ex-wife and children live, for what?" He says, calmly. "What were you gonna do, shoot her?" He looks at me.

I sigh, "I was gonna make her sign the papers but—."

He cuts me off. "My kids live there."

"I wasn't gonna use it unless I had to. I just wanted to scare her." I try to explain.

"Baby," he starts but stops. He exhales and shakes his head at me. I could tell how disappointed he was in me. "You can't do shit like that. Thankfully the boys were at football practice." He says

"Are you mad at me?" I ask. I felt horrible, but only because of how he was acting towards me. I didn't like it. 

He looks at me and exhales again. "No, baby. I'm not, but this is a dangerous situation. If you would have followed through with this, that'd put us in a worse position than we've ever been." He says. "So when you wanna do shit like this, you need to let me know.....so I can make it happen for you."

"Excuse me, what?" I was shocked.

"You heard me. I heard you leave out and when I went to call you, I saw that you sent her address to yourself, so I knew where you were going. I called her and I told her the boys needed to be picked up early. So she wasn't home when you got there."

"Oh."

"Let's keep this shit a buck, I'm a killer. If you ever need any shit like this done, I'm the person you're supposed to talk to." He was with a serious face. "But I don't want you to do that." He says. "I don't want any of this around you. You say you just wanted to scare her and I understand that but I got things in place right now that don't allow you to make those types of moves."

"I'm sorry." I say

"You're serious about wanting to talk to her? You really wanted to do that?" He asks.

I nod my head. He just stares at me for a few seconds, then he speaks.

"Aight. I sent her this address and I told her to meet me here. If you wanna talk to her, you can talk to her, but I can't let you put a gun to her."

"Okay." I say. "She's on her way?"

"Yes." He puts the gun back together, stands up and in his waistband. "Come here." I walk over to him and he hugs me. "Don't ever do no stupid shit like that again."

"I won't." I say

"Promise me."

"I promise I won't. I'm sorry."

"What are you supposed to do?" He asks

"Talk to you about it."

He pulls away and looks at me. "That's right. Let me handle shit. That's what I do. All you need to do is look pretty." He smiles and I laugh.

"So now that I've granted you a conversation with her, what are you gonna say?" He asks

"I don't know. I just want to talk to her and see if I can change her mind. She doesn't owe me anything so I really don't expect anything positive to come out of this, but I'm just hoping I can make some type of impact on the situation."

"I know you mean well and she's not a bad person, but I just don't think this is going to help. She's stuck in her way and she wants what she wants. She's used to a certain lifestyle and she wants to keep that up, and staying married to me is how she thinks she'll keep it." He explains

"But Baby, that means we won't be together." I say

"I'm working on it, babe. That's all I can say."

The only thing I can do is take his word for it. So that's what I'm gonna do until these two weeks are up.

*******

We waited for about an hour, and then he received a text message from her saying she just arrived and she was on her way up. I got nervous because I've never seen this woman a day in my life. She could really be crazy. Just like Danielle said, we don't know what type of woman she is. I don't know her personality. What Jey said might be true, she could pull a gun on me. I don't know what he said to her to get her here. I don't know if she knows she's coming here to talk to me. Yeah, I'm having second thoughts about this now.

She knocked on the door. Jey gave me a kiss on the cheek, and he went to answer.

"What's up?" He says, answering the door.

I could see her as soon as she stepped through the door. Not what I expected. Not that she was uglier or anything, she was beautiful, but I just expected her to look somewhat like me and she looked nothing like me.

She sees me then she quickly turns to look at him.

"What the fuck is this?" She asks

"Just sit down." Jey says

He closes the door and walks over to sit beside me on the sofa. He gestures for her to sit across from us. She slowly walks over and takes a seat.

"What the fuck is going on??" She asks to Jey. "Why am I here?"

"T, this is Hazel. This is who I've been spending time with the last, almost 4 months. This is my girlfriend."

I don't say anything. I'm still trying to get a read on her. I don't wanna be too eager nor do I want to give off attitude or come off standoffish so I just sit there and wait for her to address me.

"Okay." She says still looking at him.

"We talked about it and we think that you guys should have a talk. She's clearly going to be around, T. Regardless of what you want or how you think this is going to play out, you two have to have a conversation. You have questions about what's been going on with me and she has unanswered questions as well. I just want us to be mature about this."

"You can't ambush me into talking to her. I don't wanna talk to her." She says

"Well, this is what's gonna happen. You're gonna stop acting like she's not sitting in front of you." Jey says. "I'm telling you you're gonna talk to her and y'all are going to have a conversation about whatever the fuck y'all wanna talk about. I'm going to excuse myself and go in the other room so y'all can have some privacy."

He gets up, takes her purse then leaves.

She just looks at me then rolls her eyes. We were silent for a few minutes. I knew she wasn't going to say anything so I knew I had to start this off but I didn't know what to say.

"Look, I know this is weird. I think I know how you feel." I say

She cuts me off. "You don't know shit."

"Oh-kay then I don't." I say, taking a deep breath. "I just wanna talk about what's been going on. Maybe we can come to a happy medium."

She scuffs. "A happy medium when it comes to my marriage? Girl, you sound crazy. You're in a relationship with my husband. What do you want?" She says, with an attitude.

"I don't want anything from you." I say

"Not true." She stops me. "You want my husband. You want Jaciyah and Jeyce to grow up without a father."

"What? That's not true."

"It is true, you fucking homewrecker."

"He says you guys are unhappy in your marriage and he wants a divorce, but you won't sign the papers. I'm not a homewrecker. I don't want to take him away from his children, I would never do that. He definitely wants to be with his sons. I'm concerned about his happiness." I say

"Now that one part is true. We are unhappy. We talked about getting a divorce, many times. He actually went ahead and filed and got the papers drawn up and no, I'm not signing them. I just feel it's best to stay together, for business."

"But he doesn't want that." I say

"And I guess you know what he wants? You've known him for five minutes." She says with an attitude.

"That may be true and almost every day of these four months, he's said that he doesn't want to be married anymore. All we wanna do was move on with our lives. He is still going to support you. He is still gonna support his kids. I don't understand why you just won't do it. Just let him go."

"Because I don't want to." She says. "And I'm definitely not gonna do it because his random female, he just happens to be currently fucking is telling me to do so."

I stop and take a breath. I'm irritated because she keeps hitting me with these smart remarks, but I gotta remind myself that this is his wife and putting myself in her shoes, I would be doing the same thing. On top of that, she hates me so yeah, ima just try to let it go.

"I understand that. Like I said, I just want him to be happy. That's all I care about." I say

She stares at me for a few seconds. I don't know why she was looking at me so intensely but I was starting to feel uncomfortable. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Lol this is what I get for trying to fix stuff. 

"You're really in love with him, huh?" She asks

"Yes, I love him. And all we wanna do is be happy together."

Her face softens and she smiles but I don't think that's a good thing.

"Oh, baby," she says, shaking her head. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. The drugs, the late nights, traveling in and out of town every other week. His temper.. and don't even get me started on the family...girl..." She gets up and walks over to the mini bar and grabs a couple of bottles. "Are you ready for that? That's what you want?" She says, looking at me amused.

"I love him so whatever mountain we have to climb, we will."

She laughs. "Wow! He's really got his magic working on you." She smiles while she opens the little bottle of brown liquor then she chugs the whole thing. "You've worked your little magic on him as well. It's pretty obvious you're fucking him good. He seems pussy whipped. No, correction, I know he's pussy whipped." She says, looking at me.

I sense a little jealousy.

"You sitting there with a $6000 purse over there on the coffee table. $2500 Gucci boots on your feet and a $1500 dress. If he didn't give a fuck about you, he wouldn't spend a dime on you. He never did shit like that for me, and I was with him from the beginning, when he didn't have shit. He always told me I got lucky for "trapping" him so early." She opens the other bottle and takes a sip, then rolls her eyes. "I don't know why I'm telling you this but I hold a lot of resentment towards him. Many years of resentment." She looks at me. "I smell your perfume on him every time he comes over for dinner with the boys. I see all types of charges from all of these upscale stores and expensive restaurants and I know it's all for you."

"You share a card with him?"

"Nope, but I open his statements. I'm not on anything of his...but I bet you are."

I didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's cool. He's in love with you." She says with a shrug. "That's obviously how he shows it. I can't even tell you the last time I got a fucking piece of candy from him."

I just sit there listening to her. I feel bad because she's holding on to a marriage that's been done and she knows it. She clearly  knows he's in love with me, but she won't go anywhere. She won't just end things. Why does she want to continue to put herself through suffrage?

"So why are you holding on to something that has clearly run its course?"

"He's dragging his feet for good reason." She completely ignores my question. "His family will rip you apart." She laughs and takes another sip. "I would gladly hand him over to you, honey. The motherfucker is bat shit crazy...you know he pulled a gun on me once?"

"No, I didn't know that?" I say

"Of course you didn't know that. He's not gonna tell you the crazy shit he does. He does this thing with his eyes, it's like you can see the switch in him. I'm sure you know that too. He's far from perfect."

"I don't think he's perfect, we've already talked about all of that." I say. "I don't know everything you guys have been through. I know you have been married to him for a very long time..but I also know that he wants out. That's all I care about. I can deal with all the crazy shit when it gets to that point."

She smiles. "What Jey fails to realize is there's no out for him. They won't let him do it." She says. "He can feed you all the lies you wanna hear for as long as you want but he's never going to be yours."

That comment sent a chill all through my body. Sounded like a warning. This is the shit that I'm scared of. I don't want all of this to be for nothing. I've sat here and let this woman taunt me and give me a bunch of attitude in which I know I deserve because I'm the other woman, I can be big enough to take that, but like I said, I don't want all of this to be for nothing.

"We're gonna be together and we're gonna continue to be happy and we're not gonna let you or his family come between that." I say

She crossed her legs. "So what are you gonna do about that?"

I didn't know what to say. This will be the point where I would pull the gun out, shove the papers in her face, and make her sign, but I don't have that option.

"I just want you to sign the papers." I get up and walk over to my purse. I pulled the documents out along with a pen and I sat them on the table in front of her.

"He really has his hooks in you. Got you walking around with our divorce documents in your purse?" She laughs at her own joke. I don't find it funny. If she knew the real reason why they were in my purse, she wouldn't be laughing. "Fuck you, I'm not signing them."

I exhale in defeat. I was thinking that a woman to woman conversation would help the situation but she is not budging. Not that I 100% thought that would work, but I hoped something good will come out of it.

I felt myself getting angrier and angrier by the second and I was overcome with emotion, almost desperation.

"JUST SIGN THE FUCKING PAPERS!!" I yell.

She smiles. "Girl, you don't scare me. I have the support of his family behind me. I'm not worried about you. You can play big and bad right now, when they pay you a visit, you won't be acting this way. When they're standing in your face, you're gonna have to deal with them and I guarantee you ain't gonna have shit to say. They're going to catch you when you least expect it, and it's gonna be over for you. My husband and I are going to continue to live our lives and never speak of you again. You better hope Joe doesn't come, if he does, you're in for it." She laughs. "You're his type too. He's probably gonna fuck the shit out of you just so you can tell Jey about it. He loves getting under Jey's skin. Let's just hope Joe doesn't come by himself. If he comes with Dwayne, then you may be okay. Dwayne likes to do things with a level head." She smiles.

"Shut up and sign them." I say. I don't know what all this means. I don't know what this bitch is talking about.

I was about to say something else to her then Jey walked out of the room. He had his gun in his hand and he was holding it down by his waist. He walked over to her, and he held the gun up to her head.

"Do what my Baby says." Jey says

She laughs. "Ain't this some shit! You're gonna hold a gun to my head and make these sign the divorce papers, Joshua?"

Now this feels good. I didn't know he was going to do this. I don't know if this was his plan all along, but this felt good. I felt vindicated because I didn't feel alone in this. This was the first time I actually saw with my own eyes that he was really trying to get this shit done and over with.

"Takecia, pick up the pen and start initialing what needs to be initialed and sign what needs to be signed." He stood there holding the gun to her head and all I could do was smile. He smiled back at me and I melted. I love him so much. Even his crazy side.

"No." She says

I didn't even have a chance to react before he took the butt of the gun and clocked her in the back of her head. She fell out of the chair and hit the floor. I was in shock. I can't believe he just did that to her.

"Oh my God!" I said with both of my hands covering my mouth.

Jey dropped his hands to his sides and he looked up at the ceiling, shaking his head.

"Baby, why'd you do that?" I panic

"She wasn't gonna sign the fucking papers." He says

"Is she dead?"

"Naw, I just knocked her out." He takes his phone out of his pocket, puts it on speakerphone and sits it on the table. He bends down next to her and checks her pulse. "Yeah she's still alive, baby."

He stands up and reaches for me. I walk over to him and he wraps me in his arms while his phone rings.

"Hello!" Jon answers

"I just knocked this bitch out. I need you to come get her out of here and take her home."

"Who?"

"T." Jey says, then kisses my forehead.

"What you mean you knocked her out?"

He runs his hands over his face. "I was trying to get her to sign the fucking documents and she kept saying no. It pissed me off and I hit her with the gun."

"With the gun? I thought you said you weren't gonna kill her?"

"I'm not. We thought we could talk to her and that didn't go well. How soon can you get to the St. Regis?"

"Give me about 45 minutes." Jon says, and then he ends the call.

Jey looks at me. "We'll stay here for a couple of days so you can relax. Book some spa services, get your hair done, whatever you need to relax. But I need you to do me a favor..I need you to go into the room right now and chill out. Jon will be here soon and I have to leave but I'll be back."

"I can do that."

"Aight. And tomorrow, we can do some shopping." He says

I smile. "You love taking me shopping, don't you?"

He laughs. "Whatever to make you happy."

I grabbed my purse off of the coffee table, and I went into the bedroom, closing the door behind me. This shit is getting crazier and crazier, but I am still down for this ride. I love that man in the other room so much and I'm gonna give him the full two weeks to make this shit work.

He didn't come back until almost 5 o'clock in the morning. I don't know what he did and I didn't ask. I don't know if she ever woke up, I didn't ask. I knew he took care of what he needed to and I asked no questions about it.

We stayed at the St. Regis for a few days and then we went back home. I did exactly what he told me to do, I booked services. I relaxed myself by getting a full body massage the next morning. It was so needed and it was amazing. I got my nails and feet done. I got a facial. I got my hair done as well as my lashes and I got my brows touched up. I did everything. My baby also took me to a few restaurants and we ate well.

We finally got to spend some much-needed quality time together. He turned off his phone, so there were no calls from his family. He mentioned that Jon had taken care of everything.

During our time together, Jey and I had some deep conversations. He opened up about his family and past, sharing stories from his childhood that shaped him into the man he is today. He even explained his thought process when he has to do things he doesn't want to do, especially when it involves hurting people. I felt bad for him. No one should have to endure what he has, but I told him that his experiences don't define him, even if he struggles with believing that.

In a moment of vulnerability, I did something I've never done before. I wanted him to feel good about himself, so I listed every reason I could think of why he is worth it and why I love him. He needs to know his worth, and I think he struggles with that. He's shown me my worth in so many ways, and I wanted to reciprocate.

These last few days were crucial for us. I feel a stronger bond with him now, more connected than ever. I hope our relationship can only grow from here.

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To be continued...

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