Chapter 1
The LA sun began drifting off to the west. There was no way she would have made it in time. Camille drove her red Porsche on the strip. Deep down she knew that was her way of dealing with the guilt. Convincing herself she had a justification for how things went down.
Fixing her deep brown shades on her nose, she hoped to conceal the mischief in her eyes. After all, the eyes are normally a window to the soul right? Her straight long hair blowing with the wind somehow gave her a feeling that she got this.
Getting in character was always the way out, she silently reminded herself.
Making a left, then a right onto Oak Street, she carefully pulled alongside the blue sedan in the driveway. She gave herself a minute before shutting off the engine to rethink her strategy..
Adjusting the rearview mirror she looked at her reflection. How could you? Out of everything thing he has done for you, all the hoops he jumped through, all the risks he took... and this is the thanks he got?
No! She scolded herself.
You deserved this. You worked hard just the same. You were dedicated also, she continued to remind herself.
Then why did she feel so bad? Why was she sitting in a parked car trying to convince herself she was right instead of talking it out with the one who needed to hear it the most.
Camille finally got out the car, straightened her white chiffon blouse which was tucked into the beige straight cut pants she wore and walked to the house with every step in her heels made her feel a little more powerful.
There he was sitting on the chair hunched over, his elbows on his knees with his hands more or less supporting his forehead showing the two corn rows on top his head stopping a little after midway. Antwon wore the maroon shirt she loved to see him in. It complimented his smooth dark brown skin. The chain he wore just hung in the air. The sleeves were rolled up just below his elbow showcasing the Rolex she had given him for his birthday. His shoes shined below his khaki pants and in an instant she just wanted to have her way with him. He was her husband and she was still entitled to at least touch him. She couldn't tell just how long he had been sitting there and if he was willing to hear her out.
Without looking up, in a calm but stern voice he asked, "Where have you been Camille?".
Too calm for her liking, she studied if to go straight in with the truth or ride out the lie a bit more. Getting into character was what she did best.
"And just why do you care Antwon, huh? So you can feel like you're my husband again? Is that it?" She sucked her teeth, placed the keys on the table and walked towards the kitchen.
Antwon sprang up from the chair and reached in front of her before she got a chance to the kitchen. Placing her between himself and the wall he growled, "I asked where da fuck you've been, don't get smart with me."
The Bvlgari Cologne made its way from her nostrils to her senses. She really wanted to taste him. It has been so long since she even had him in her. He turned her on when he got like that. She wasn't one for the abusive kind and she knew him hitting her had never occurred and always prayed that with all the buttons she pushed it never reaches to that because she was not the type to just take physical abuse lightly. Yet her heart had still went on its own race pumping rapidly.
Refusing to look up at him not wanting him to see the slight intimidation in her eyes, Camille kept her head straight. Her hands at her side sweat forming in her palms. He was slightly pressed against her and definitely starting to cloud her judgement.
"You're pressed up on me Antwon, I can barely breathe, you need to back up a bit.", she said nonchalantly.
Antwon grabbed hold of her neck with one hand, tilting her head towards him. Forcing her to look at him. "You think I'm playing your game right now Camille?", the irritation and anger grew in his voice. He shouted at her "Where da fuck you been? His voice much louder, his eyes squinting as if already knowing the answer. "You need to back the fuck off me Twon", she felt his grip getting tighter.
"You was with that nigga wasn't you?" He felt his grip getting tighter and couldn't let go.
"Twon get up off me." Camille started to push but little effect to his six feet, toned body was being shone. Antwon didn't move.
"That nigga fucking my wife? Is that it huh? Antwon was enraged. Still holding Camille in place, he punched the wall and screamed out "Fuuck!"
Realizing how close he had come to hitting her he let her go and backed off. He had sworn after what he'd seen his mother went through he could never hit a woman. But this time he started doubting his self-control.
Camille held onto her neck and started gasping. Tears running down her cheeks. "How dare you", Camille leaned on the wall with tears flowing freely. "After all those nights your ass been missing where da fuck were you then huh? She shouted at him with pain in her voice, but deep down she knew she was in the wrong this time. Even though things hadn't gone as planned, she knew what was just about to go down.
