Celebrity Wives Association by India Williams & Cassandra Williams & Dynastys Coverme

Author:India Williams & Cassandra Williams & Dynastys Coverme [Williams, India & Williams, Cassandra & Coverme, Dynastys]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Contemporary, Romance, Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction
Amazon: B00P06TU14
Publisher: Grade A Publications
Published: 2014-10-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Jasmine

It had been twenty-four hours and I was still raging. “How could he? I mean it was one thing to accuse me of cheating but it was another thing to do it in a room full of people while pulling my hair!” I screamed into my phone.

“Wait ‘til this nigga get back in the D! I got heat for nigga’s like that!” Stacey yelled.

“I swear I’m done with this shit! I can’t take it anymore, Stace. The killing part is the whole time the nigga was in my face yelling, his breath was smelling like pussy! He fucked the bitch and ate her pussy while my dumb ass waited in the lobby.” I shook my head and wiped at a tear. I was dressed in a peach, Juicy Couture sweat suit with gold sandals, gold, hoop earrings and my real hair slicked back into a ponytail. After leaving that nightmare of an event yesterday, I checked into a Holiday Inn that was about eight miles away from our room at the W. I paid the concierge to transport my luggage over here and begged her not to tell King where I was. I took a long shower, washed my hair, and removed my tracks. I turned off my cell phone and refused to watch television or turn on the radio. I knew that it wouldn’t take long for my business to hit the airways, so I needed time to reflect before it did.

My only reason for turning my phone on today was to check in with my mom and Jordan then book a flight home. The minute my signal came in, my shit began to blow up. There were fifty messages, most of which were not from King. They were from his publicist Danielle, my mom, and a few other relatives, who had more than likely, saw that crazy shit on TMZ or something. “Do you want me to come out there?” Stacey asked, grabbing my attention.

“No, I’m cool. I’m leaving here first thing in the morning. Tonight, I’m just going to chill here at the hotel. I might call Amelia to see if she’s available for dinner.” I said thinking about my good friend that lived in Cali. Amelia was the ex-girlfriend of Kold Hart, another rapper in the game. She left his ass last year after finding out he had gotten two people pregnant during their relationship. Since then, she’s made a name for herself in the fashion industry both as a model and designer.

“Okay that’s cool. Well tell Amelia hello for me and I’ll see you tomorrow.” We ended the call then I walked onto the balcony to catch some sun. It was beautiful outside; it felt good to have some alone time. No King, no press, no Jordan, no anything. I didn’t have to be a mom, wife, nurse, teacher, and maid all while in six inch heels and smiling for the cameras. Actually, it felt good to be makeup free with no hair extensions. This reminded me of the old days; I was enjoying this time away from my real life.

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