by Tysha
“Are you straight? Do you need anything?” Karl asked before he got comfortable next to Shy.
“I’m fine. Come on and sit down.” Shy smiled.
Karl found a position on the couch that allowed him to hold Shy. She pressed play and the movie played. Like the teenagers they’d run from, Shy and Karl kissed, fondled, and whispered sweet nothings to each other. Just as things got heated up, there was a knock on the door.
“Who could that be?” Karl wondered.
“Whoever it is, get rid of them,” Shy said seductively.
Karl was in the midst of fixing his pants as he swung the door open. He was shocked by who he saw. His stomach tightened.
“Hello, Karl.”
“What are you doing here?” Karl asked, confused and displeased by her unannounced presence.
It was Vaughn, his ex-wife. She smiled as she walked past Karl and into the house they once shared together.
“How are you, Karl? Judging by the bulge in your pants, it seems this isn’t a good time.” Vaughn smirked.
“Why are you here? And you’re right, this isn’t a good time,” Karl said angrily.
“Oh, you’re entertaining company?” Vaughn looked around as she spoke.
“My girlfriend and I are busy. Maybe you should call next time you want to drop by,” Karl suggested with displeasure.
“Yeah, maybe you should,” Shy chimed in and began a staring contest with the disrespectful woman.
“I’m sorry, have we met?” Vaughn extended her right arm.
“Trust me, if you’d ever crossed my path, you wouldn’t have to ask that question,” Shy replied straight faced, leaving Vaughn’s arm hanging in the air.
Karl was just as surprised by Vaughn’s visit as Shy must have been. He watched the exchange between the two women and a feeling of dread washed over his happy mood. Vaughn needed to leave and Shy had to remain calm.
“Vaughn, this isn’t a good time. Call me later in the week and I’ll try to meet you for lunch or something.” Karl held the door open for his ex-wife.
Vaughn took one last look at Shy before rolling her eyes and walking toward the door. Jealousy had snuck up on her at lightning speed. If she had any chance at getting Karl back, her game had to be stepped up. Shy was going to be a challenge. “Okay Pooches, I’ll talk with you soon.” Vaughn called Karl by her nickname for him. The peck on the cheek she gave him was purely for Shy’s benefit.
Karl closed the door behind Vaughn and inhaled deeply. He could only image Shy’s wrath. Her attitude alone could be intimidating. Shy stood with her hands on her hips and fully loaded with questions. She loved Karl with all of her heart but would be damned if any man played her.
“So, why the fuck was she here?”
Prince, Jayden, and Quincy sat playing Mortal Kombat 3 in the family room. All of the food they ate had them feeling lazy. It was like old times. Prince and Jayden argued about nothing and Quincy refereed. There were times when they could all get along.
“Is everything cool with Unc?” Quincy inquired.
“Yeah, he’s cool,” Prince replied.
“Did he ask you about the hit on Raequan?” Jayden probed.
“And you know it. He didn’t come out and ask if I was behind it. He just assumes it was me by process of elimination. Unc understands why it had to happen. Everything is good,” Prince promised.
“Good, it can never surface that I was behind Raequan being put down. No one can ever find out that there are two young-minded hustlers in the family.” Jayden laughed.
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