Loving Angel (33 page)

CHAPTER FORTY

ANGEL

I had just got
ten home from dropping Mina at her house. She had completed her six weeks in rehab and seemed like she was doing better. The house was empty and I wondered where Tyga was. He had told me he was at Excellence going over some paperwork with the club’s manager when I spoke to him approximately four hours ago, but he should have been home by now and I’d been calling him all evening and he wasn’t answering his phone.

I gave him another call that went to voicemail and I left him another message
asking him to call back.

I sat on the couch watching a reality show for a minute but got bored and decided to drive up to the club and get my husband and son. I grabbed my purse and truck keeps and was out the door of the empty house. Chance seemed to have moved out on us because I couldn
’t tell when the last time he came home was. I was a little worried about the places and people he was hanging with in Harlem, but having to deal with Mina and her near suicide I’d had my hands full lately and didn’t have any time to spare for anyone else.

I parked my X5 in th
e employees’ parking lot and was accepted into the club without question even though it wasn’t opening hours. Everyone knew I was the boss’s wife so they wouldn’t dear bar my entrance.

I was making my way down the hall towards my husband
’s office when I heard voices coming from the jarred door. I recognized the male as Tyga but although the female voice sounded familiar I couldn’t seem to place it. She was asking if she could talk to him and he was denying her request in an irritated voice. I was about to make my presence known by pushing the door fully open, when his next words stayed my hand.

“
What do you want,” he asked her angrily. “I already told you it’s over, now you’re stepping to me when you see me with my son.”

I backed up a bit and made sure the door hid me completely.

“I had to talk to you.” Her voice sounded desperate and whiney. “I’m pregnant.”

“
Why are you telling me this?” he seethed. “What the fuck does that have to do with me?”

“
I’m telling you because it’s yours,” she revealed.

My heart stopped in my chest at her revelation and I had to brace myself against the wall or I would have fallen because my knees felt so weak.

He laughed derisively.
“Don’t even try to play that shit with me, because we both know I used a condom every single time I fucked you. If you think you can…”

I don
’t know if I had made some sort of sound because his words stopped suddenly and the door was thrown open. He looked at me like he was seeing a ghost and reach for me. “Angel.” His voice was so soft I read the words on his lips instead of hearing them.

I backed
away from him, shaking my head in anger, sadness and disbelief. “Don’t touch me!” I didn’t realize tears were running down my face until I felt them dripping onto my neck and chest. “Where’s my baby?” I didn’t bother waiting for a reply instead I marched through the door past Tyga who was still in his shocked stupor.

His
bitch immediately scurried out of my way in fear. I guess she knew my reputation for beating a bitch’s ass. I recognized her as the same girl that was mean mugging me on New Year’s Eve night in the V.I.P room when she was serving as a waitress and figured she had done that shit because she was fucking my man.

I glared at the little rabbit and
snatched my son’s car seat from the desk. I would have snatched her wig and beat the shit out of her but I wasn’t gonna fight with my son around plus I was pregnant and wasn’t about to risk my unborn baby. The two of them should have been happy I wasn’t the type of chick to risk my kids or I would have fucked up their asses.

I stormed right back
out the door and startled Tyga from his temporary inertia. He grabbed onto my arm stopping me into my tracks causing me to glare at him.

“
It isn’t what you think, I swear to God,” he pleaded.

“
Let me the fuck go Tyga!” I was getting past my hurt and heading towards utter fury.

“
No, not until you listen to what I have to say.”

“
I’m not listening to any more of your lies,” I fumed. “All this time you’ve been acting like I was overreacting.” I shook my head and laughed hollowly. “When I found a condom receipt in your pocket you bought them for Delco. When I caught you with a stripper all over you it was only a lap dance. What now, am I supposed to believe that this is only a disgruntled employee?” I asked sarcastically.

“
I’m not trying to tell you I didn’t mess up Sexy, but I swear to God I’m not sleeping with her anymore and she’s not pregnant with my baby,” he denied vehemently. I guess I should be happy he didn’t think I was stupid and try to deny what I had heard. But I didn’t care if he was still sleeping with her or not, the fact was I had irrefutable proof he cheated on me and even worse the bitch could be carrying his child. I couldn’t even imagine her being pregnant with his baby while I was also, that shit hurt like hell.

“
I don’t really give a fuck. Go be with your woman and her baby. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“
I’m gonna give you some time to calm down. I’ll follow you home in my car.” He released my arm.

I walked away without responding, I really didn
’t care what he did, I was just gonna grab my stuff and then I would be out his house. I heard him following closely behind me as I made my way to my car and wished he had stayed behind for a while so I could get my things without any fuss.

The entire ride home my mind kept replaying
the conversation between my husband and his lover. The tears wouldn’t stop coming and I kept asking myself why he would do something like this to me.

I was hardly through the door when I headed to bedroom, placed a fussing Ricky onto the bed
, popping his favorite pacifier in his mouth and then started gathering my things. Tyga arrived right on my heels and instantly became angry when he realized what was happening.

“
You ain’t going anywhere!” he ordered, forcing the bag I was stuffing clothes into from my hand.

“
You think I’ll stay here with your lying cheating disgusting ass you’ve got another thing coming,” I yelled, moving away from him and into the walk-in closet where I started grabbing more clothes from wracks.

“
I said you’re not leaving!” he picked me up and moved back out the closet. “We’re married Angel, have a baby together and another on the way. Stop acting like a child and let’s talk. Look how you’ve got our son crying.” I guess Ricky could feel all the tension in the room because he wasn’t sucking on his pacifier instead he was screaming at the top of his little lungs. I began crying because like my baby I was feeling utterly miserable. My world felt like it had literally crashed down around me.

“
I fucking hate you,” I spat. “I hate the fucking day I ever met you.”

Tyga looked like I’d literally slapped him.

He shook his head.
“I don’t care if you hate me, but you’re still not leaving.”

“
You think you can get me to stay.” I chuckled evilly. “As soon as you turn your back I’m outa here. I guess you’ll have to watch me twenty-four seven.”

He thought
about that for a moment and then replied, “Stay here, I’ll leave and go stay in the loft until you cool off.”

“
Go,” I spat, “I don’t give a fuck. Be with your new baby mama.”

“
I guess you ain’t listening to me,” he said sadly. “I’m sorry I hurt you Angel, but all of this happened before we got married and I keep telling you if she’s pregnant it’s not mine. I wouldn’t have risked you catching something I got from some chick.”

“
As I fucking said, I don’t fucking care!”

He shook his head at me and went over to a crying Ricky and placed a kiss on his forehead. As he headed for the door I could hear the sad sigh that escaped his lips but I didn
’t even feel bad for him. Not when he cause this sadness on not only himself but on me and his son. I went to my son and took him in my arms and comforted him. He stopped crying within seconds but my sobs lasted hours after my husband had left.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

ANGEL

It had been two weeks since Tyga started staying at the loft. He stopped by the house every day and was always trying to reconcile with me but I wasn’t having it. That nigga had broken my heart and I didn’t want anything to do with him.

My cousin Daisy and her baby were
staying at the house with me and she was helping to take care of Ricky. Most days I couldn’t even get out of bed I was so heartbroken. It was one thing to suspect your man was creeping on you, but it was an entirely different thing to hear it from his mouth and the mouth of the bitch he was fucking.

My cousin was starting to pester me to take him back because he had won her over pretending to be all contrite and repentant.

He sent me flowers every day, which I immediately dumped in the garbage upon receiving them; Daisy always fished them out and placed them in a vase. My jewelry collection and wardrobe had also increased substantially from all the gifts my husband kept bringing when he came over. I was tempted to throw them away also but I wasn’t a damn fool to get rid of perfectly good shit.

“
When are you gonna take him back?” Daisy asked for what seemed like the millionth time. She was lounging in bed with me eating ice cream while the kids slept down the hall. “I know you aren’t about to throw away your marriage for some chick that your man dumped once ya’ll got married; Especially when you have a young baby and another one already on the way.”

“
I really don’t want to hear any of that shit right now,” I complained. “I know you’re nagging because you think I’m making a mistake but I really don’t want to talk about my deceitful husband right now.”

“
Ok, I’ll shut up about Tyga, but you should at least get up and take a shower. Go by Theresa and get your hair and nails done. I don’t like you moping around like this, it scares me.”

I understood where she was coming from because we
’d both seen Mina moping around for a man for months and then she had suddenly started doing drugs and then tried taking her own life.

“
OK, I’ll go by the shop.”

After a very long shower to wash away weeks of stink
I went by the salon and got my hair and nails done and didn’t get home until hours later. I was feeling a lot better after hanging with Theresa and Nancy at the shop and catching up on my gossip.

It was a Saturday night and I felt like goin
g out and getting myself away from my depression so I wouldn’t get back into my funk. I realized it was the end of the month and that Kitsune would be having one of his parties.

Daisy was m
ore than happy for us to get it popping in the club for the night. I didn’t tell her we were going to Kit’s spot, I was gonna wait until the last minute to fill her in because I knew she wouldn’t be with it because she thought he was nothing but trouble.

We were leaving
the kids with my aunt Missy but when Daisy called she found out her mom was sick with the flu and couldn’t babysit. My cousin decided to drop by her mother’s house and spend the night taking caring of her and taking the kids so I could have my night out. I was thankful and wasn’t about to argue with her.

I took shower, lotioned and perfumed my body and put on some sexy lingerie under
my little black Chanel dress. I slipped on my jewelry and my four inch purple Red Bottom booties that went with my purple Chanel clutch. My hair was down in big loose curls and after adding a small amount of lip-gloss and eye shadow, I was good to go.

The line to get into the club was mad long
, but fortunately after giving the bouncer my name on a whim, I was escorted directly to Kit in the V.I.P. I guess he always kept my name on the list in hopes I would show up one night.

His face lit up like
a Christmas tree when he saw me and he was blatantly checking me out. “Well this is a very pleasant surprise.” He extricated himself from the groupies that were hanging all over him and gave me a hug. The bitches all glared at me as he politely asked them to make space for me on the couch and took a seat beside me sitting real close.

Soon I had a glass of crystal in hand and Kitsune whispering in my ear.
“I’m glad you came out tonight.” His lips brushed against my skin and I wonder if he was doing it on purpose. “What made you change your mind?”