I don't hear the door close when Jerome get's back because I'm blasting music and singing along, something I only do when I'm in a good mood. I'm chopping up onions for dinner tonight. I'm singing along to Amerie and swaying my hips.
"What's got you in a good mood?" my man asks. I look up at him startled. I feel my face reverting back to it's solemn-try-to-act-happy version.
"No reason. I just felt like playing music. How was work?"
"So Shawn isn't a factor?" Jerome asks, completely ingnoring my question.
"What?" I ask innocently. How'd he know about Shawn? ... The friend! He must've told Jerome! Thhat's how he knew I was taken... Jerome's voice takes me out of my thoughts, "don't 'what?' me." Jerome looks at me sternly. "You ain't stupid. I ain't stupid. So let's not act like it."
Internally, I scoff. if he knows that I'm not stupid, they why is he playin' me and acting like I don't know wassup?
"Seriously, babe," I say forcing a small smile. "Shawn is just a friend. He knows that. It's only you."
My man is quiet, analyzing me. He nods once, "Better be." Walking off he lossens his tie and makes his way to our room. I sigh, feeling down.
I finish making the mean, not listening to the music filling the air.
Just a Short Story Inspired by the song Love by Keyshia Cole
Summary: Sierra knows her man's been cheating on her and lately she's been falling deeper into depression. But why can't she let him go? He was her first and she wants him to be her only. So there has to be a way she can fix this situation, fix him, fix herself.
This art IS NOT mine (I found it on Pinterest) here are the links to all art and photos that I use:
Cover Art: https://pin.it/5WTsS6Y
Series Banner: https://pin.it/16sfHrO
Thumbnails: https://pin.it/2muqQXc and https://pin.it/4TKgdXD
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