The Wrong Shade of Lipstick by B.m Hardin

Author:B.m Hardin [Hardin, B.m]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: United States, Urban, Urban Life, African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00ICRJQ26
Publisher: Savvily Published LLC
Published: 2014-03-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

I heard Levi pull up into the driveway and rushed to the bedroom to pretend as though I was sleeping.

He was almost two hours late getting home from work. I wanted to believe that he was working late, I really did; except I called his work phone three times and Levi never answered.

Naturally, I called his cell phone afterwards but it was going straight to his voice mail. I didn't bother leaving a message…after all, what was the point?

The fact that he actually turned it off said more than enough. Levi never turned his phone off.

For starters, he was a mama’s boy and since we had moved from California to North Carolina, he made sure that she was always able to reach him. And trust me; she called us both more than enough.

Levi was just that kind of guy. He always wanted to know where you were; and he wanted you to know exactly where he was; at all times.

But I guess that wasn’t the case anymore.

Though it was only seven o'clock in the evening, I laid across the bed as if I was napping.

I didn't want him to know that I had been sitting by the window waiting for him.

I heard the beeping noise that indicated that he had entered the house and soon he entered the room.

He didn't say a word; he didn’t have to.

What was that smell?

I sneakily sniffed the air to try and catch the scent, but it wasn't anything I recognized nor was it a fragrance bold enough for me to pin point it down to anyone…particularly my sister...but it was something.

Suspiciously, Levi didn't attempt to wake me or even come over to the bed to kiss my forehead like he used to.

Though my eyes were closed, I got the feeling that he was tip toeing. He headed straight for the bathroom.

Once I heard the shower come on and the bar of soap hit the floor, I rolled over to his side of the bed and picked up his phone.

Surprisingly, it was turned on. I noticed that his phone had a full battery, fully charged, so he had no real excuse as to why it was going to the voicemail when I called his phone,; unless he was pressing the ignore button on me.

Pissed to the max, I checked his call log; nothing was there out of the ordinary---as usual.

Actually, there was nothing there at all. It was as if he had erased the entire call log and all of his text messages.

My calls weren’t there either. If that wasn’t what you called or defined as sneaky and suspicious; then please, somebody, anybody, smack me with a dictionary!

Placing the phone down exactly the way I found it, I checked my phone to see the exact times that I had called Charlotte. I called her every time after I called Levi, but she never answered either…what a coincidence.

But get this, just before Levi pulled up, she called me stating that she was busy and with her mystery man.

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