Pain, Pleasure and Lies by Qiana London

…I turned around11377246_10152924635021732_4244307403564397866_n to see what had suddenly gained her attention. I didn’t realize I’d begun shaking until Lee took the fork out of my hand.

“Dezzy, let’s leave. Now isn’t the time or the place.”

Zereck was being seated in the restaurant with another woman. Once the host walked away, he took her hand in his. He had never looked at me the way he was looking at this chick. “You have got to be kidding me.” I said.

He was totally consumed by this bright-eyed, bushy-tailed bitch. Her frame was petite and disproportionate from what I could see. She was hiding behind layers of make-up, and she wore a long, raggedy weave. Damn, he couldn’t even make sure she was a bad one? I didn’t know if I should be pissed or insulted.

“Let’s go, Dezzy.”

“Now you know I ain’t going out like that.”

“Look, we don’t need to make a scene in this restaurant.”

“Lee, damn! I’m a grown woman. I know how to act.”

The waitress returned with the check and Lee took care of the bill. Once she placed the tip in the bill holder, I stood up from the table and Lee was on my heels. I felt like I was walking in slow motion toward Zereck’s table. My knees grew weak as I got closer. I considered turning around when I realized I didn’t know what I was going to say. I knew I would kick myself later, though if I didn’t say something, so I was determined to go through with it.

“What the fuck is this?”

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