14 - Sick and Tired

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A/N Simone is very much still in the picture. Let me know what you think of her Pov

I tried calling Samuel today. It's a Friday, so I know he's working but I thought maybe, just maybe he would answer thinking it was some type of business call. Or maybe he would answer during his lunch break, even if I was just going to hear his cold voice - at least it would be his voice. I miss his voice. But he didn't answer. I looked at my call log, and realised I had called him over twenty times. That's just ridiculous. That just takes the bloody piss.

"Do you know what?" I asked Toya rhetorically, "I'm sick and tired. of all of this."

I was angry and I wanted to vent. I didn't want to drop another teardrop at this situation.

Toya used to be one of Trae's girls. Trae cut her off too. He left her high and dry just like me, after she messed up a job. She's lucky she didn't lose him any money, otherwise she would be dead. She's got herself a sugar daddy now anyway.

"Sick of what?" Toya asked me like she had no clue I was abandoned - and that I'm now pregnant and alone. My face screwed so hard, that I'm sure my veins were protruding out of my head.

I took a deep breath before speaking. This girl is so dumb she sometimes makes me think of murder. I could pop a bitch. These hormones be making me vex. "Samuel disappearing and thinking it's alright to leave his unborn child" I spat angrily.

"But you got a big house and all the money though" Toya stated blankly.

"That ain't the point. The point is he should be here" I continued ranting.
It felt good to let off steam.

"But-"

Toya's voice started to piss me off so I spoke over her, "But what Toya. I get he's mad, it's been 5 months though. Every time I call him, he don't even speak to me. I'm here crying every night, with his baby in me. What the hell is he doing? I don't even know where the hell he's at!" I stroked my belly, thinking about how it's daddy wasn't around.

"But he don't even know if that baby is his though?" Toya snapped with an attitude. "You should be grateful that you entitled to half his shit, you tripping girl" she said chuckling.

She had the audacity to laugh at me. She don't know how this feels. I stayed silent though. Partially because this is my the only friend I have now. And also she has a valid point. I don't technically know it's his baby, but I can feel it is. My gut feeling has never lied.

I tried to defend what my heart was feeling, "I still think he should have gave me the chance to at least say something though. If I'm lucky to hear his voice for two seconds, it's only for him to tell me he's busy."

"Girl, what? You wanted him to give you the chance to lie? Like common he caught you out. The truth could not set you free"

The feeling of me wanting to cut her throat suddenly came back. I don't like the way this girl is talking to me right now. I don't like it.

"I wouldn't have lied to him Toya," I said, trying to remain patient with her, "I really have changed"

I have changed. I have. It's not all about the money anymore. It really isn't. I just wish he would learn to forgive me, maybe even remember what he fell in love with. Shit, nobody has every loved me like he does. Nobody. I felt my eyes beginning to get watery; I'm not going to cry though - not one more teardrop. I'm sick and tired of crying.

"Look, I get that you are all up in hormones, but the truth is you messed up when you started catching feelings" She sighed like she was a teacher explaining a math problem "You weren't supposed to do that, it was about the money, and it should have stayed about the money."

"But, he was just so perfect. Shit, don't you ever think about the perfect life Toya? When you are with someone that actually loves you, and you love them. " I asked her honestly. It hurt that I could have had it, but it's gone.

"I already have that, I love my money, and my money loves me." Toya spoke bluntly. Her response was very quick and laced with anger. "Besides, if you wanted that you should have ended things with Trae. I thought Samuel was just another toy. I mean, that just don't make no sense. You tripping."

"Alright, I am tripping. You right, I have the money." I admitted defeat.

"Exactly girl, " Toya cheered triumphantly.

"But these times I was scared to end it with Trae. He's the one that brought me here in the first place. Toya, I know deep down your right but I want him. I want Samuel back. Do you think I could get him back girl? I just want to talk to him" the volume of my voice was lower due to me getting upset.

I heard a big sigh coming from the other side of the phone, "What you really should be doing is signing those divorce papers, if you had any sense BUT, if you really want to get your man back you need to force him to talk to you"

"How?" I asked helplessly, "I'm always calling him. I call him all the time" I didn't even care I sounded like a wimpy bitch.

"Obviously calling him hasn't been working. You don't know where he lives but you sure as hell know where his second home is at." She said, sounding like some type of evil genius.

I still didn't get it though, call it baby brain. "What second home? You mean here?"

It was her turn to snap at me, "No, his work place Simone! He spends most of his hours there"

"Oh, but what if I don't get let in?" I asked thinking about our relationship not being made public, due to everything that happened.

"Trust me, if you go in there and make a scene, he will make sure he talks to you in private. You know he don't want everyone to know his dirty laundry. That's what those type of guys are like" She said knowingly.

"Would you come with me?" I felt stupid for not thinking of this sooner. But then again, I was more upset than angry before. Now I wanted to demand that he hear me out. I wanted to claim back my man.

"I guess" Toya replied casually, like this didn't affect my whole life.

And just like that we had a plan.

Shoutout to CrystalDiamond2 as her inbox made me write this just now, and post it up today

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