“Simple Things”....Pt. 4
During my flight home from Lucky Palms, all I could think of, was the look Moses would have on his face when I popped up. After seeing his boys’ Snapchat posts from last night, I know I made the right choice in ending my trip early. From the hoard of strippers present, when he claimed there would be one or two, the fact that he got uncontrollably wasted, and his ass enjoying fully naked lap dances, I am disgusted as hell. According to Nica, if her husband Blake wasn’t there to stop these nasty ass chicks from getting at him, some unforgivable shit may have gone down. He got so damn, drunk and high that he actually thought one of the strippers was me! Moses would have never pulled this crap before I moved in, so it’s obvious he’s not over his “freak out”, like he claimed he was. Even though he admitted he was wrong for putting his friends before me these past weeks, it’s still a little hurtful that he’s having issues with me moving in. What’s even more fucked up about this situation is that he asked me to do it in the first place and now he’s regretting it because he doesn’t want to, “tone down his lifestyle”…Humph. All of this just shows that Moses and I have to have a serious talk. I’m tired of bullshit affecting our relationship, and it needs to end today. Before I pop up on Moses, there’s one person I need to confront first. His friend Eric has completely lost his mind thinking he’s gonna stay up in my home screwing some stripper. Nica decided to meet me here for support and to, “check” her cousin for involving Blake in his nonsense.
“Damn bitch, it took you long enough to get here.”
“The car took forever to get to the airport. Anyway, what the hell are you wearing?”
“Some shit you need to have on, ha. It’s hot as hell and you have on sweat pants. But seriously, you really do need to step it up a bit. Did you know, since a lot of blogs covering the Simmy Awards mentioned you and how great everyone you styled looked, social media has been talking shit about you, calling you basic and whatnot? You’re the future wife of a fucking mega millionaire and you should look like it. Now that everyone knows you moved in and that this is for real, you’re gonna get way more criticism and hate.”
“Oh my gosh! Yes, I’m aware Nica but I honestly don’t care right now…Shit. And as for future wife, who the fuck knows how long we’ll last if he keeps going down this path.” I said, rolling my eyes as I walked towards her. “Let’s hurry the hell up and kick Eric’s ass out so I can talk to Moses.”
Once we got to the guest room, or house I should say, Eric and his thot were nowhere to be found. One of the maids was busy cleaning and making up the bed. It was pretty early and with the amount of weed and liquor, there was no way he was good to leave…Unless he called a car. I really didn’t want to hint at any problems, but I had to ask her if she knew anything.
“Hey Lacy, I don’t want to bother you but I have a quick question. Did Eric and his lady friend leave?” I asked, trying not to sound too irritated.
“Oh, Hi Ms. Leah…Umm yes, I’m sure he did. The only person I saw when I was in the main house was Mr. Muse. He asked if I could just clean in here since his guest messed it up and that I didn’t need to work on the main house today.”
“Oh…Okay, thanks for letting me know.”
As we walked out, I couldn’t shake this feeling that came over me. Something wasn’t right about what she said. Why on earth would Moses ask her not to clean up after his party? Why did Eric’s mooching ass leave so early? It’s as if he didn’t want anybody in the house. He’s not expecting me to be here until tomorrow night so why the hell does the house need to be clear? Both Nica and I were silent as walked through the house and headed upstairs to find Moses. I could tell she was just as concerned as I was, since she was biting her lip. We got to the second floor where his party room is, and damn near fell over each other as we stopped, shocked at what we heard coming from it. The sound of some bitch enjoying my man’s dick!. As her extra ass moans made me cringe, I became filled with rage and overwhelming sadness. I flashed back to the moment I walked in on my ex-husband fucking his current wife, and got a terrible sense of Deja Vu. Unable to process that this was happening, I broke down in tears. I naively, thought that Moses would never do this to me, but I guess that’s just some dumb ass fantasy in my head. This shit is ten times worse than what I went through with Ryan and it’s killing me. As I continued sobbing, barely able to catch my breath, Nica tried to rationalize the situation.
“Twin listen” She said frantically, with her voice cracking. “There has to be some explanation, you know? That could just be some loud ass porn. Or shit, he’s probably still high and drunk and has no clue what he’s doing.”
“Veronica please! Porn?? These mothafuckas are doing it in that room.” I said pointing towards the door. “He’s cheating on me right now just like Ryan. I’m fucking done with him, with everything, with everybody. Fuck love, Fuck men, just fuck it all. Now I would appreciate it if you’d move out my way so I can go. I can’t do this shit again. Not with him. I can’t go through that door”
“Ok…ok. Let’s go then.” She said, trying to calm me down.
As we walked downstairs and headed toward the front door, I started to think about everything Moses and I have been through. These past two and a half years have had some of the best moments of my life and I’ll be damned if he doesn’t see what the fuck he just lost. I came here to confront him and now were gonna have that confrontation. I quickly turned around and hauled ass, back up the stairs. I promised Nica, who was now waiting in the kitchen, that I wouldn’t do anything crazy towards Moses but I can’t say the same thing for the ho that he’s fucking. Shit, one thing I do know for sure is that our relationship is over and I am personally going to let him know!