Fifteen more fucking minutes of work, the employees in here driving me the fuck nuts.

I smiled at one of the kids that I'd Just checked up leaving out. I sat back on the chair deciding to text my baby Jaron's been so, got damn busy lately. I get home and he ain't never home, or just out with his homeboys. Iont complain about, him doing that.

He A man, gotta be witcho' boys right?

Time flew before my eyes, soon I was in the car. On the ride home I got this feeling in my gut that something bad was about to go down, yet I brushed it off. Pulling up to the huge building where I lived. I got out grabbing my Michael Kors bag locking the doors afterwards. I adore this apartment now, it's spacious, and Beautiful.

"Hello, Ms. Smith." The doorman greeted as I walked through the door, politely smiling back I went over to the elevator pressing for floor 12. One fucking thing about our apartment is being on the fucking twelth floor. Bruh, I wanna faint in this elevator getting nauseos that it'll drop down or imma get stuck. Rapped up in my mind the doors opened to A bunch of teenage girls that chatted endlessly waiting for me.

Fumbling to get the keys out, I walked in hearing soft music wave through the house. At first I got the biggest kool-aid smile, that Jaron took the time out, his work to do all this for me. I spotted wine on the table, freshly made dinner, now that it was almost eight o'clock.

"Jaron, baby!" I shouted with an hint of happiness behind it.

"Oh, shit hear I come bae." Jaron responded coming down the steps his, head down as he fixed the bottom of his white plain shirt. I smiled waiting for him to look up at me.

"Damn, chloe you took years to come. Let's get this over with before D-" Bish whet?

"Chole? Before what Jaron Ethan West the got damn, third." I said back fiercly as he blinked numerous times knowing that he fucked it up big time. He'd better answer me with the truth, or else. Regardless the truth or not, I'd caught him in the wrong and I wouldn't stand here to let him think he was right, hell to even think I'm one of those bitches that's gone stay.

"Damia, I-I was just.." Jaron stuttered looking around for some type of help.

I fought back the tears, then lifted my hand up smacking the life out him. He backed up to the wall holding his face, anger hid in his eyes. He was never an man that abused people, and he damn sure didn't have the courage to lay finger on I. I've got niggas that will kill for my ass.

"What the hell are you looking around like yo ass lost something. Eight years man, go and do me like this? call me anova bitch! I won't sit here and rap with ya." I walked over to the door letting him stand out there in shame. I cannot believe him, all these years we shared.. He cooks, popped the finest bottle of wine and got fresh asel for some bitch? Funniest part is in my fucking apartment I payed money for. Oh, man he has so much bravery to pull this bruh.

"Damia.. where I'm gone stay at?" Jaron called out as I started to close the door on em. I burst out in fits of laughter walking over to the table, of food.

"Oh, sweetheart take you, and yo bitch chloe that wine and dinner. En fucking Joy pussy." Each word I said flipping the hot food on him, last I poured the wine out dumping the final drops onto his head. I kicked the door shut locking it after me.

Waltzing over to the table I sat around the island, looking bummed about the sitution. Fuck him I thought, he'd come running back I did not need that motherfucker. I loved him alot, and as days go by I would realise that I could do shit with or without him. Laughing, to myself I picked up the glass of wine sipping it then digging in the last plate of food.

"All I need in this fucking life of sin is me and foood." I sang out loud.

Men, aren't shit.

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"Kourt, hell yas. He called me someone else. No, I won't let him explain. It's simple his ass was out here cheating meanwhile, I'm faithful to him!" I drunk some of my starbucks coffee, chatting it up with Kourt. That night I'm guessing Jaron stupid arse never removed himself from the apartment building. Considering he banged on my door, the got some nerve to apologize to me.

I began to call the po po on dat ass, but I didn't need the person who owened the building questioning me, then I'd have no place to lay my head. Ending the call with Kourt, I got up walking out the door bumping in to another person in result their drink spilt, it was an dark purple color. Lean?

"Shit, I'm so so sorry." I repeated over that's when I glanced up rolling my eyes. I take back being sorry, not bothering to stand near him hd caught up with tossing the white cup, that once contained lean in the trash bin. It was non other than ace. The bull from the beach, he pissed me off that day.

"Hol up girl," Ace tried to keep up with my walking pace continuously failing. Did he not have something better to do?

"Boy move out, my fucking way." I pushed him unlocking my car door, I almost pulled A Jaron on him. Ace blocked my door, then snatched the keys from out my hands.

"Watch ya mouth, when you talking to me," Ace said back trying to sound tough. Staring ahead at oncoming cars that sped down the fast Miami streets, I heard Ace yap on about shit, what did he want with me? First off we did not start on an good note sooo.

"Child please get the fuck out my way, I don't know yo ass." I literally pushed him in the street, making another car slam on brakes, Ace looked the least bit scared to see cars charging at him. I locked the door, rolling my windows down, he took this as another chance to get his smooth talk on. He needs to get his life.

"I Just w-"

Skurt!

I let him stand in the streets lost, like an fucking stray animal. Glancing, in the rear view mirror he stood there talking on his phone also, staring at my car that was now almost down the street. Men, can eat shit for all that I cared from Jaron to Ace's ass.. I thought the man that I spent long eight years with was faithful, and he was done the cheating I was eventually wrong on that. Ace totally got ignorant with me at the beach, with his fucking flunkies.

I got on the highway to make it over to my Apartment rolling in to meet with Jaron's scrub ass.

"Where you been all fucking day, I rung yo doorbell. Called ya ass Damia," Jaron walked up to me as I leaned on my car door. I would let him plead his sorry's and tell me how he know that he fucked up. And I didn't care tho, he should have went over his fucking masterplan that hadn't worked out.

"Out doing me." Simply, replying I folded my arms swinging the keys in A loop. Jaron resembled hell at this moment. His hair scruffy, breath reeked of shit.. I wanted to hush him up with some gum.

"Oh, you funny as fuck fa that one D out doing you! I'm still yo boyfriend. You not out doing shit. I'm sorry baby ok? Let me back in." He came in for A hug I moved back, pulling out that pepper spray. I'll fuck around, use the whole damn, bottle on him.

"It gets like that Damia?"

"And you know this man." I said in my smokey voice not even on no Joking ass tip. I want him to touch me booooy that's his ass.

"Aight." Jaron backed up raising his hands saying something about if I didn't want him in my life nomore it's cool. Leaving it at that, I got to my apartment room. I sat on the couch going through my mail, I had some mail from the hospital for my mother medicine that I pay for. I missed my mother alot it was crazy, I hadn't spoken to her since I left.

I'd call her tonight I layed back, closing my eyes letting the sleep take over my body.