We've been back in New York for almost three weeks. I was eager to get back since I didn't want to leave in the first place. When I saw how devastated and unhappy she was about not attending the funerals, I folded to her request. I knew going back would most likely make things worse, but I know how stubborn she can get. She would just go on her own, but I knew she shouldn't be alone.
Even though she tried to make it seem like she was okay, I knew she wasn't. I know her inside and out. I know when he gets really quiet and aloof, she's sad and hurting. When she smiles, but her dimples aren't as deep, she's uncomfortable. When she's really horny, she runs her fingertips along my arms and blushes. When she's happy, her eyes get so bright and alluring that they automatically pull you in.
I knew the night before the funeral she was anxious, but there was nothing I could say to talk her out of going. She acted stoic as nothing bothered her, but I knew better. When she finally broke down, I knew I had to step in and stop this. I didn't like seeing my wife like that. It became more clear what was wrong, she was blaming herself for everything that happened. None of it was her fault. I hoped that she would soon realize that.
There were some highlights of going back to Atlanta. Our son's party was fun. It was a break from all the chaos going on in our lives. My children are happy and most importantly, my wife was herself again. She was smiling and it was genuine. Blaire interacted like nothing ever happened. I enjoyed watching her play with our kids and laugh and talk with our family and friends. She was the fun, happy, easygoing, charismatic woman that I fell in love with. It was like seeing her again for the first time.
When we got home, the first thing we did was take a shower together. I couldn't recall the last time we did that. Seeing her beautiful and sexy body had me in the mood. My dick was throbbing, but I wasn't sure if I should even try to go any further. Our prior attempts ended up with her crying herself to sleep. I knew she wasn't ready, so I continued to wash her body. Then I gave her soft kisses on her neck and back. She unexpectedly got on her knees and sucked the soul out of my body. I was on cloud nine. I haven't cum that hard in a long time. After she was done, she walked away like nothing happened. I didn't push it because I was just grateful for that. I was happy to get whatever I could get, but there was still a disconnect between us.
During our first week back in New York, Blaire tried to be like she was before everything happened. She continued meeting with her therapist via video conference. I was happy that she was finally getting some help. I noticed that she was focusing on the kids more than anything. She went out of her way to spend time with them and to make them happy. She was buying them toys, clothes, and spending money like crazy. That wasn't her at all. She gave me hell about spoiling them and now she was doing it.
We rarely talked unless it was about them. She seemed to avoid being alone with me. It was like she was keeping something from me. I couldn't think of what it could be. I tried not to overthink it. Then she went back to work last week without even talking to me. I'd never tell her what to do but I would like her to tell me what's going on.
I wasn't comfortable with her going back so soon. Initially, I was pissed but then I thought about how she's always worked since she was a teen and it was probably hard for her to just be home all the time. I knew keeping busy helped her cope with things.
I let it go and went back to my music as my way to cope. I was in the studio listening to a few singles by some of my artists. I was really feeling one track by one of my singers. It was a hit and I was ready to release it soon. My phone buzzed on the counter. I didn't feel like being bothered, but I figured it might be my mom or Blaire. So, I checked it.
Unknown: This isn't over, Profit. I always get what I want.
After three weeks of having peace from all the random messages, I thought it was all behind me. I guess this wasn't going to go away as I hoped. I just forwarded the message to my lawyers and Alex. Then I texted Alex to get on it. He still didn't have any evidence against her, but he did find an address in Atlanta connected to one of the random phone numbers. So far, it was a dead end. I was tired of her harassing me. It was time to put Anastasia in jail or better a psychiatric ward. I put my phone down and continued listening to the tracks.
A few minutes later, I felt arms around my shoulder. I was a bit startled. I looked up and saw my beautiful wife. Her makeup was light and her curly hair was loose and free, just how I like it. It was early for her to be home. She seemed to be in a good mood. I got up and kissed her on her cheek.
"Hey, baby," she said.
"Hey... What's up?" I asked cautiously.
"Nothing. I just missed you. I realized that I haven't been spending any time with you since we got back from Atlanta. Drew is going to take the kids to Stephanie's after school. I thought we could have some alone time for a few hours."
"Sounds good to me. What do you want to do?"
"Whatever you want. I just want to be with you." She smiled.
I pulled her onto my lap. I looked up at her and realized she was really happy. Her dimples were deep as she smiled down at me.
"You want to listen to my music? I want your input before I release my single," I asked.
"Sure! I know I'm going to love it."
I turned on my single. She smiled and bobbed her head to the beat. Then she closed her eyes to take in the music and lyrics. As the song ended, she stood up and smiled.
"I really like it. It's going to be a big hit, but I think you just need a little more harmony on the background vocals. I'll do them for you if you want," she said.
"Well, get your sexy ass in the booth then," I said playfully.
She giggled as she headed to the booth. Once inside, she put on the headphones. I turned on the track so she could hear it again. She was warming up her voice and working out the harmonies. She was in her zone and sometimes I wished she would have pursued a music career instead of the business side of it. She always seemed so happy singing. She has a voice that gives you chills and makes you feel her emotions. Not too many people had that.
Then my phone vibrated in my pocket. I quickly checked it and it was Kai. I knew something had to be wrong for her to be calling me. Lately, she's only been calling to give me bad news.
"Hey, Kai! What's up?" I asked.
"Did you know that those pictures of you and Anastasia are out? That crazy hoe is doing the most. She's claiming that she didn't want to expose you like this but, she had to prove to the world that you two are together and she's carrying your child. She's clearly a clout chaser and wants money."
I quickly put her on speaker. Then I looked at the blogs and there were the pictures that she sent to Blaire on our wedding day. Then she posted a picture of her baby bump. She looked like she was a few months. I was a thousand percent sure that her baby wasn't mine, but all of this wasn't looking good for me. On top of that, my dick was out for the whole world to see. I was pissed. I wanted to find her crazy ass and strangle the crazy out of her.
"Sh!t! I'll take care of it," I said.
"No! I'm going to take care of it. You keep quiet. Don't address this. Let me and your legal team handle it. I know you. When you get angry, you lose control. Just lay low and focus on your family," she countered.
"Alright. I have to go."
I hung up and rubbed the temples of my forehead. I really didn't need this mess right now. I looked up at Blaire and she immediately took off her headphones and came out of the booth.
"What's wrong, Av?" she asked worriedly.
"More Anastasia drama." I sighed.
She grabbed my phone and looked at the pictures. She shook her head in disgust. Then she looked at the last one and looked up at me with hurt in her eyes.
"I know those pictures are old. She's pregnant, Avery. Why would she say it's yours? I've been ignoring this situation because of everything else that's happened. I need to know everything," she said.
"I've never had any sexual contact with her. I've been faithful to you since we got back together. I would never cheat on you again. I did once it and I almost lost everything that ever mattered to me. I would never hurt you, Blaire. You should know that I would never do this to you. She's just a crazy obsessed fan," I explained.
"She's more than that. She's been hanging around your friends and associates. She gave you head and took pictures of it. Now the world knows that you were actually with her at one point. So, everyone is going to believe that you are cheating on me and everything you said was a lie. You need to fix this and fix it now! I swear if I see her it's not going to be good," she said harshly.
"I'm going to fix this," I said, lowering my head.
I felt terrible. My one mistake seems to be haunting me forever. If I could go back and stop myself from doing the most stupid thing I've ever done in my life, I'd do it in a heartbeat.
"You better. I don't need this. I've already been through hell. We don't need any more stress and drama in our lives. You need to go find Kai and get started now. Don't come back until you do," she ordered.
"Bee, don't-" I started.
"Fix it, Profit! Get up and do what you need to do."
I got up, grabbed my phone, and left. I couldn't believe she was kicking me out over something I had no control over. I called my dad and asked him to meet me at my office. Then I called Kai and told her the same. I arrived at my office in 15 minutes. I ran into William on my way to my office.
"Hey, Mr. Rowland. Your pretty little wife just left to be with you. So, why are you here?" William asked with a smug grin.
It took everything in me to slap it off his face. I only tolerated him because he's good at what he does, but I know he still wants my wife. I can see all in the way he looks at her. I didn't have time to even care about his little fascination.
"When you own a company as successful as mine, sometimes you have to come in at inconvenient times," I said, smiling back.
"I guess you are right. Well, I'm here to help with investments... Oh, I would invest in a DNA test if I were you." He smirked.
"If you were smart you would invest in shutting the f*ck up," I said, walking away from him.
I went straight to my office. I had to calm myself down before I made any more stupid decisions. A knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts. It was my dad. He gave me a very disappointed gaze.
"I hope you didn't ask me to come here to confess something. I'm not blind to what's going on," he said as he sat down.
"I'm not. I told you I haven't messed with that girl since four years ago. I just need some advice. I don't what to do. This girl has been ruining my reputation and life for the past few months. I ignored her, put a restraining order against her, and damn near-threatened her to leave me alone. I even sued her but it still won't stop. Now Blaire has had it. She kicked me out today," I said.
"The old me would have had put a hit out on her, but I'm promised your mom I wouldn't... Anyway, all you can do keep reporting her. Let the authorities deal with her. It seems to be a ploy to get attention. You already addressed it once don't do it again. Just beef up your security and keep you and your family safe. I'll have someone to keep an eye on her. I never had to cash in so many favors in my life. This is it, son. Stay out of trouble from this point on," he chastised.
"I will. I just want this to end."
I heard the door open and I knew it was Kai. She's the only person that comes into my office without knocking because she's rude as hell. She greeted my father then sat on the couch. She was typing away on her phone. Then she looked up at me.
"I told you I had it handled. You don't trust that I'll take care of this?" she asked.
"Blaire is pissed and it needed to be handled yesterday!" I spat.
"Calm down. I get it. I'm pissed too. You are my brother and she's my sister. I hate to see this happen to you. I have a solution to this, just give me a day or two."
I wasn't sure if my wife was going to give me any more time. I didn't have any ideas l, so I decided to trust my friend and publicist. We talked and brainstormed for a while. Then I decided to leave them to it. I walked down to my car. Then I went to my sister's house to get my children. Stephanie was distant and angry with me.
"What do you want?" she said, rolling her eyes.
"I came to get my kids. What's wrong with you?"
"Blaire already picked them up. You hurt her again and you need to get your sh!t together before you lose your family, " she snapped.
"I am. You always got to be so damn extra.. Check your attitude because you don't know about us. I'm out of here."
I left her apartment and got back in my car. With so much in my mind, I just sat there for a while. I didn't know where to go or what to do. My phone dinged. I hoped that it was Blaire but of course that wasn't the case. It was another number I didn't recognize.
Unknown: All of this will go away if you'll just meet with me. I promise just one night alone with just us and no one will bother you again.
She's insane. There's no way in hell I'm going to be alone with her. I don't even want to see her. I hated this chick. I don't understand what she wants, so I decided to just ask.
Me: What the hell do you want? Money? Fame?
Unknown: I want you.
Me: That's never going to happen. Leave me alone. Don't contact me anymore. Get some help.
Unknown: We are going to be together. You'll see. Your good-for-nothing wife has already left you.
I put my phone down. I was mad at myself for even entertaining this psycho. In the back of my mind, I was panicking. If Blaire really left, I didn't know what I would do. I rushed back home when I opened the door it was dark and quiet. I looked around for them and any sign that she packed up anything. The condo looked the same. I called Blaire a few times and there was no answer.
I was getting even more anxious and my nerves were at their peak. I needed to drink or something stronger. I went to the pantry found a bottle of vodka. I poured a glass and took it straight to the head. Then I took another glass. I just stood there staring at the half-empty bottle. I called her again and still no answer. I prayed to God that she didn't leave me.