Khadijah's POV
Chris didn't even blink. His eyes were open wide and staring right at me. They were also slightly red, probably from crying, which made him look even more terrifying. I felt so uncomfortable. It's like he was trying to read my thoughts or something. His hand was still tangled in my hair. Now, he was gripping it tighter. It was starting to actually hurt. I winced before stepping back and pushing his hand away from me.
"So, you forgive me, right?" Chris asked. He didn't take his sight off of me for a second.
I wasn't sure what to say. No, I didn't forgive Chris. But I wanted this conversation to be done with. I wanted to be alone and not in his presence for a while. On the other hand, if I said I forgave him, he would think that doing stuff like watching me is okay when it's absolutely not.
"Just say it!" Chris snapped. He yelled out of nowhere which caused me to jump.
"I can't!" I yelled back equally as loud.
Chris sucked his teeth. "Why the fuck not? I said sorry, didn't I?"
"You obviously don't mean it. Do you even know why I'm mad at you?"
"Not really," Chris shrugged. "I didn't even do anything."
"You were watching me! That's so creepy and weird."
"You just mad about it because I caught yo ass," Chris retorted.
"You didn't catch me doing anything. It was a hug! Nothing more and nothing less," I said.
"You shouldn't be hugged up on any nigga besides me."
"So, going by that logic you're telling me that ever since we've gotten back together, you've never once hugged another girl?"
"That's not the same thing."
"Thats not the same thing," I mocked Chris. "Yes, it fucking is! It's the exact same thing. You always do this "
"Do what?"
"Everytime I point out that you're being a hypocrite, you say that. It's so damn annoying," I said.
Chris wasn't staring at me in a deranged way anymore. He turned around and walked in the other direction towards the front door. Of course he was leaving. He always does.
"Where are you going?" I questioned.
"Somewhere," He replied. I don't know why I even expected for him to really tell me. I should've known better considering we've been in this same scenario a bunch of times before.
Chris's POV
I took the condom off and threw it into the toilet. I flushed and proceeded to wash my hands. I purposely kept my head down so that I wouldn't look at myself in the mirror. I cheated on Khadijah. I felt horrible. I was disgusted with myself. This was the third time. I can't believe I did it again. I was mad at her for hugging ol' dude but that didn't mean she deserved this.
I have a problem. Maybe I'm like a nymphomanic or something. No matter how many I say I'll never do it again, I end up doing it again. The whole point of asking Khadijah to move here, was to help me be more faithful. It's been the complete opposite. All we do is argue which leads me to get mad and fuck other girls.
After I was done reflecting on how much of a dumbass I am, I left the bathroom. Nia was changing the bedsheet. When she heard me walk in, she turned around and threw my clothing at me. Me and her had developed a schedule. Everytime I come over, we do the same thing. We smoke some weed, have sex, get something to eat, and then I end up passing out until the morning. After Nia was done with what she was doing, she ordered some Chinese takeout. We sat patiently in the kitchen, waiting.
"She called you," Nia said. "She" was of course, Khadijah.
I went to the bedroom to get my phone and then came back. Sure enough, I had 4 missed calls and 2 messages from Dijah.
Where are you? -Khadijah, 6:46 pm.
Can you reply just so I know that you're okay -Khadijah, 7:02 pm.
I didn't feel like talking to her so I clicked the screen off and put my phone down.
"When are you gonna tell her?" Nia questioned.
I threw my head back which was followed with a loud groan. She asks this every single time. Why the fuck doesn't she understand that this is supposed to be a secret? I'm not telling Khadijah shit. Then again, I didn't want to risk having Nia tell Khadijah herself.
"I'll tell her one day, alright? Just not now," I replied.
"Why not now?"
"Because I said so," I snapped.
We were both silent for a moment.
"I don't even know why you're with her. You're obviously not happy," Nia said.
"Yes I am," I not so confidently responded.
There was some truth to what Nia was saying. I wasn't all that happy.
"No, you're not. If you were happy, you wouldn't be here with me right now. Y'know she's gonna find out one day, right? You might as well just be honest with her."
"Why you even want me to tell her so bad? You got a boyfriend, remember. Telling Khadijah is gon' ruin my relationship and yours."
"I don't even know why I'm with Carter. I don't feel like I love him anymore," She muttered.
"Don't tell me you caught feelings," I exclaimed.
"Kinda," Nia said.
I had no type of feelings for Nia. It was casual sex. Nothing more than that.
"And I know we could've been a great couple if you hadn't moved her out here," Nia bitterly ranted. "I still don't understand why you did that. She ruined everything."
I was glad to hear a knock on the front door. I got up and paid for the food before handing it to Nia.
"Chris, you really need to tell her about us before I do," Nia threatened.
"Alright, I will. Just gimme a few days."
The stress of potentially having my side hoe mess my relationship made me tired. When the food was all gone, I fell asleep. I woke up at 7 in the morning. This was the latest I've ever stayed out. The 12 missed calls I had from Khadijah let me know that she was pissed. Since, Nia still sleeping, I left myself out but I didn't go home just yet. I decided to make it up to Khadijah with some jewelry. I drove to the closest Cartier store. While there, I bought Dijah 3 pink gold LOVE bangles. She was awake when I finally got home.
"Good morning baby," I smiled at her.
All I got back was a mean mug.
"I'm so tired of you always leaving," Khadijah spat.
"I got you something," I tried to change the subject. I hand her the small, red boxes. When she same the brand, her eyes widened a little. When she opened it, her mouth fell open.
"Oh my god, Chris. These are gorgeous," She cried. She put the bracelets on and immediately started hand modeling. Suddenly, the smile dropped off her face.
"Why'd you buy this?" She inquired.
"I wanted to get you something nice," I replied.
"I'm not gonna forgive you just because you bought these." Khadijah took off the bracelets and handed them back to me. "I don't want jewelry. I want a happy relationship."
I wasn't surprised to hear that Khadijah wasn't happy either. To be honest, if we weren't living together I'm pretty sure we would've broken up by now.
"Maybe we should try couples therapy," Khadijah suggested.
"No," I said firmly. "I don't need a stranger all up in my business."
"So, let's try to fix the problem ourselves. Why are you unhappy? Why do you leave every single night?" She questioned.
I awkwardly scratched the back of my neck. I had no idea what to say. I was not about to admit to cheating. Living with my ex-girlfriend sounds like a nightmare. Nia's threat of telling Khadijah creeped into my mind. That worried me greatly. Right now, I was really stuck between a rock and a hard place. I really didn't want to tell Dijah but maybe that was the best option.
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Hey everyone! I apologize for not updating last week. I had the flu which completely killed all my motivation.
Do you think it's best for Chris to tell Khadijah or keep it a secret?
Don't forget to comment and vote. I hope you liked the chapter. -Khadijah