The car seemed to take on my energy as I sped down the 85 Highway, aggressive and reckless. I didn't know where I was going and I didn't care. I just couldn't be at home. I hated to leave her, but Blaire didn't deserve all the hurt and chaos I've caused over the last few days. My emotions were too unstable and I didn't want to say or do anything I would regret.
It was late and I didn't have too many options. I just sold my condo. The office probably had a few people hanging around. There was no way I was going back to Drew's place. I wasn't in the mood to hear another lecture. The way I've been acting, I don't think any of my in-laws would take me in any way. Brent might have let me stay, but I didn't want to burden him and his family. Then I thought about going back to New York. A few days away from everything and in the city I love would probably be beneficial.
My son and daughter came to mind. I missed my kids like crazy. I wish that I could see them, but I knew it wasn't the wisest choice right now. They were probably with my mom. So I decided to call her as I exited toward downtown. I decided to just check into a hotel until things settled down. My mom didn't answer the first time so I called her again. She finally picked up.
"You better be telling me you are finally home with your wife after ignoring my calls for an entire day." She scolded me.
"I'm sorry, mom. I honestly was asleep most of that time. Obviously, I'm not home. I would be talking to you face to face if I was. Anyway mom, I just wanted to check on my kids. They're okay?"
"I'm not at the house. I'm with your father at a hotel. The kids are with Brenton and Brandy."
"Oh, so Nick is at the house, then?"
"No. He's with the kids too. Blaire said that she wanted to be by herself. I didn't want to leave, but I knew she needed some time to herself. So, we all left."
I was starting to panic a bit. Blaire wasn't in any condition to be left alone. Her delicate pregnancy alone was a reason why she shouldn't be by herself. With Henry still out there and these random messages, I didn't feel like she was safe.
"You left her alone? What's wrong with everyone?" I asked harsher than I intended.
"Calm down, Avery. You left her too so don't start. Trust me she's fine. Andria said that she and the baby are doing great. You know there is security personnel watching your house. She really needed a day to herself. The way you've been acting lately, I don't blame her."
"I know, mom. It's just a lot has been going on. It's been hard."
"Then talk to me, baby. You know I'm here for you."
I saw the Ritz-Carlton and decided to stay there and pulled up in the valet.
"Ave, are you still there?" she asked.
"Yes, mom. Hold on."
I gave my keys to the valet and picked up my phone switching it off speaker mode. I took the ticket and went inside.
"I'll call you right back," I said.
She said okay as I approached the front desk. The young man helped me. I booked the Executive Suite for the night. After giving me my room key, I headed to the elevators. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out to read the message.
Unknown: Your terrible wife is with your "friend" again. I wouldn't be surprised if they are having sex again. She is not loyal, but I am.
I was pissed that this crazy chick kept playing on my phone. This person obviously didn't know my wife or me. I know Blaire would never mess with Aubrey or anyone else. I was just mad that he was there at my house when he knew how I felt about the whole situation. I was jealous of how comfortable she was with him. She let him touch and comfort her something she hasn't allowed me to do in weeks. It hurt that I couldn't be there for her. I kept letting my anger get the best of me. I didn't understand why he was there in the first place. I knew he had a show out here, but I didn't understand why he went to see my wife at midnight. It didn't make sense. I should have stayed, but I was too angry to find out.
I made my way to my suite. I opted to text my mom instead of calling her. It was late anyway. She texted me back that she'll talk to me in the morning. I took off my shoes and sat on the couch. I turned on the tv since I wasn't sleepy yet. Just as I was getting into this movie my phone was ringing and it was my dad.
"So, you are finally answering your phone, huh? Your momma told me that you are not at home. Why would you leave your wife home alone with that nutcase Davidson out there? You want to protect your wife, right? Start by getting your ass home!" He chastised me.
Man, my parents have been on my case all day.
"I know, dad. I shouldn't be around her with the way I'm feeling right now," I said harshly.
"You're messing things up. She's already been through hell."
"You don't understand," I said in frustration.
"Help me understand then."
"My wife has been keeping things from me! I'm tired of it," I spat.
"It seems like you know now. So whatever it is, it shouldn't matter. She needs you. Have you been upfront with her about the stalker? Drew told me that Anastasia has been messaging you and it's got you acting up."
I didn't even think about those messages. I was so worried about what happened to Blaire and what she's been keeping from me that I haven't told her anything about Anastasia or the person that's been texting me.
"I haven't but she doesn't need to be worried about that right now," I said defensively.
"You need to and as soon as possible. If you are messing with that girl, you need to end it now."
"How many times do I have to tell you that I am not involved with that girl? Like I said she doesn't need to know right now. She's already going through a lot. Blaire isn't a saint," I said bitterly.
"Where did I go wrong with you? How can you be mad at her when you are doing the same thing?"
"I'm not in the mood for this sh!t," I scoffed.
"And you still ain't too grown to catch these hands. Boy, I will beat the black and white off yo ass. Watch your tone with me," he threatened.
"Sorry dad," I said calmly.
"You better be. Anyway, I talked to his cellmate. I think I got a good lead. We need to talk in person. Meet at the spot for lunch."
"Why can't we just meet now?"
"I'm with your fine ass mama that's why. See you at noon."
I shuddered in disgust. I did not want to even think about my parents doing anything ever. I vow to never do my kids like that.
"Bye," I said.
I hung up before he said anything else disturbing. It was twenty minutes after two. I decide to get in bed. I still wasn't sleepy, but I knew I had to get my sleeping schedule back on track. Before getting in the bed, I washed my face and brushed my teeth with the complimentary toothbrush kit. I got in bed and checked a few emails. I saw that Kai cleared my schedule for the rest of the month. Misha and David notified me that they had everything taken care of with the company.
My phone buzzed again. It was my backstabbing friend, Aubrey. This nigga was all up in my wife's guts and was never going to tell me. Now, I had a lot of doubt about our so-called friendship.
AD: I know you are mad at me, but I need you to hear me out. I only went to your house tonight because I was told by someone pretending to be Kai that you were being really rough and abusive with Blaire. I wasn't going to allow that so I went to help her. She's good people and she doesn't deserve that.
Now it made sense why he was so overprotective of her. Drake wasn't really a fighter, but he didn't let anyone disrespect or hurt the people he cared about. I realized he did love her and he still cares about her. Blaire said she didn't love him, but she had to feel something for him to be so hurt.
Me: What you mean? You know I'd never lay a finger on my wife. I love her.
AD: I know. You've been off lately. Stephanie told me how you have been aggressive with Blaire. The way you attacked me showed me that you might be capable of anything.
Me: I would never hurt my wife. I just feel betrayed and blindsided by both of you. You are supposed to be my boy. You should have told me years ago. To be told by some random person was messed up. So, who did you tell that you slept with my wife in the first place?
AD: Mom, Trey, and Future.
I could understand his mom. I can tell my mom almost anything too. I was even more pissed that he would tell Trey and Nayvadius out of all the people in the world. Trey sleeps with anything. Who knows which one of them hoes he told during pillow talk. Future and I haven't been on good terms since the wedding that never happened in Savannah. He's been coming for me ever since I told him I didn't trust him and didn't want anything to do with him. I pulled his verse off my track and cut all business ties. He wasn't happy about it and then he started attacking me and my marriage. He was being mad disrespectful and talking all that sh!t. It had to be him. He had the most to gain from this, free publicity and revenge.
Me: That wasn't cool, man.
AD: I was wrong. I definitely shouldn't have told them or anyone. I should have told you, but I thought you knew. You'll never have to worry about me trying to get at your wife. I am sorry, man.
Me: I know. I shouldn't have attacked you like that. All I saw was red.
AD: Nigga, I know. I kinda deserved it. So, we good?
Me: Somewhat. You got to stay away from my wife for a long time though. Like at least a year. You looked way too happy being up on her.
AD: A little. She still fine though.
Me: Watch it!
AD: I was just kidding. FYI. She got a strange message too. Someone claiming to be my assistant told her that you were trying to kill me. That's how we ended up talking. Somebody plotting against y'all.
This was getting too real. Now this person was setting up my wife and friend. How did this person even get our numbers? I had to find out who was behind all of this.
Me: This is crazy. Thanks for looking out for her.
AD: No problem. She's really shaken up and thinks you are going to leave her. You need to go home. Whatever's going on isn't worth throwing away your relationship.
I wasn't going to leave her. I hated that she would even think that. I love her with all of me. I just needed some space and some time to cool off. Now that I think about it, leaving her wasn't the right thing to do. She wasn't safe. We had too many things and people coming for us.
Me: I know. Ttyl.
AD: Aight. Be safe.
I decided to home to my wife. I realized how selfish I've been. She needed me right now more than anything. I put my phone down and put my clothes back on. I grabbed my phone, my shoes, and wallet. I headed to the main lobby to check out. After he gave me my receipt, he called the valet for my car to be bought out front. I waited for my car and dug in my wallet for some cash to tip the valet person.
My car came a few minutes later. I thanked the young man, tipped him, and got in. I charged my phone first and then pulled off ready to see my beautiful wife. Then my phone rang again. I smiled when I saw my wife's name on the screen.
"Hey, Bee." I smiled.
"I know you are mad at me, but you need to come home. I'm really scared. I feel like someone is watching me."
Her voice was laced with panic and it scared the hell out of me.
"Calm down, baby. I'm on my way home. Did you tell one of the guards?" I said a bit worried.
"No one is answering."
"Sh!t! I'm coming. Go to the panic room right now!" I ordered.
"Okay. I'm really scared. Something isn't right. I-," she whispered.
It was a long silence. I was freaking out. I hit the pedal harder. I was driving over a hundred to get to her. Praying that what I was thinking wasn't actually going to happen.
"Blaire! Blaire! Talk to me." I panicked.
"Someone is in the house. I'm calling the police," she whispered.
"Blaire!" I yelled.
I didn't hear anything and I realized that she hung up. I had five more exits to our house. I drove faster. After getting off the highway, I ran every light to get home faster. I quickly called my dad. He answered groggily.
"Meet me at the house now! Someone is in the house with Blaire!" I shouted.
"Damn! I'm on my way."
He hung up and I kept driving as fast as I could. It almost felt like I couldn't breathe as my heart was raced faster and faster. All I wanted to do was protect my wife. I shouldn't have left her alone. If something happened to her again, I could never forgive myself.