One Week Later

E'mani POV

| Melrose Avenue | 

Los Angeles, CA 

"Girl, you need to just call him." Henree said to me as she thumbed through the rack of shirts at Neiman Marcus.

| Heyyyy sisssss.. . Henree Wright ! | 

I decided to call my older sister. Henree for a little retail therapy. Erica was going to meet us later on at Dinah's Family Restaurant to catch up and get some of their slamming soul food, which I need to get my hands on before I take a flight out to Africa next week for another photo shoot in the safari.

Its been a whole week since I've heard from O'shea. I have been calling him nonstop and leaving voicemails, text messages and even tried DM'ing him on Snapchat, Facebook and hell even Instagram. I know he sees them because he is constantly posting pictures and recording snaps. I never thought that he would be this upset with me. But I guess I deserve it right?

I sighed as I picked up a Moncler Blue Bubble Vest that was on clearance for $567.00. it was a beautiful Sky blue with glossy overlay that gave it the extra umph. With a fur hoody that made it look even more diva-like was definitely enough for me to say yes to this vest. I was so in awe at the coat, I didn't even notice Henree staring at me.

"What?

"What you mean what?" she asked with a snooty tone. "Did you even try to call O'shea at all since ya'll argument?"

"Henree. I left this man 200 voicemails this past week and I lost count on how many times I have called and texted. I am pretty sure if he wanted to file harassment charges on me all he had to do was show the damn police his call log."

"Damn babe. I mean, maybe he is still trying to clear his head. Everyone knows that O'shea loves you baby. Even though he did mess with Daijah."

I cut my eyes at Henree, who gave a "oops" smirk. Speaking of Daijah, I've tried calling her too, but of course she always sent me to voicemail. She knows that I have a bone to pick with her scandalous ass.

"You really had to say that?", I questioned with an attitude, flaring my nostrils.

"You damn right. I just wanted you to get mad." Henree admitted.

"The hell?" I questioned back with a laugh. "Why?"

"Cause my baby sister so cute when she gets mad.", Henree squealed and cooed at me like I was a little girl. I guess to her I will always be a little girl. She was always the nicest to me besides Erica. I guess they kind of took me under their wing. I always thought me and Daijah would be close. I mean, we were but ever since the start of Straight Outta Compton casting, she did a total 360 on me.

"You are sick." I laughed as I found a White Moncler Bubble Jacket that was also on sale. I grabbed the two along with the buggy filled with Shoes, Fragrances like Marc Jacob, YSL, Juicy Couture, Ellen Tracy, Glenn Perri and some Burberry cologne in case my fiancé decides to come back. I knew he liked to smell good so picking up a little something for him isn't too much.

"You ready?", Henree asked as she scrolled through her phone. "Erica said she on her way. she said Eric coming with her."

"Dad?" I asked quickly. "I'm not in the mood to talk to him", I said as I pushed my buggy towards the registers to begin checking out.

"I said Eric. Not dad."

"Aint Dad name Eric?"

Henree sucked her teeth. "Lil E nigga. Stop playing. Always gotta be extra as hell man."

I giggled to myself as I placed all of my items on the checkout lane and watched my total go up. I bit down on my lip as my final total came out to $3,678.39. I didn't intend to spend this much today but fuck it.

"Are you paying with cash or card." The young lady asked me with defiance.

"Who the hell you ever see pay this much in cash?" Henree questioned as she looked the slim, caramel skinned toned cashier up and down.

"I've seen plenty." She retorted back, putting her hand on her hip.

"They must have been stripper hoes then." Henree spat as she pouted her lips like she was saying something.

"Anyway." I interrupted. "I'm paying with credit." I dug down in my pink MCM handbag and pulled out my credit card that was in my dad's name. he gave it to me in case of an emergency and in this case, it was an emergency. Thanks daddy. I handed the card to the cashier and watched as she pressed buttons on her touch screen terminal before swiping my card. She stared at the card and then looked at me.

"Your ID please."

I frowned. "For what?"

"The card says Eric Wright, and you definitely don't look like an Eric to me."

"Okay?", I said unsurely as I dug down in my bag to get my drivers license out of my wallet, handing it to her.

I began to get impatient with this bitch. She takes her job a little too serious. I watched her stare at the ID for a while before looking back at me.

"You look younger than what your age is. 22. Thought you was at least 18 because of your boobs." She said as she handed the it back to me. I made a mental note to kick her ass later.

"Excuse me?", I raised my voice. "Can you please just process my shit because you really starting to piss me off now." I snatched my ID and tossed it in my purse.

She snickered to herself as she handed my credit card back and handed me the printed receipt after bagging my items up.

"You have a great day E'manare", she said to me as I walked away.

"Yeah good day to you fuck bitch.", I spat as I strutted my ass out of the store like the bad bitch that I am.

"Damn sis." Henree said as she placed her Celine shades on her face. "The hell took you so long?"

"Yuck face bitch was giving me a hard time. Calling me E'manare like bitch can you not read?", I replied, shaking my head in annoyance.

"She lucky Erica wasn't here. She would of choked the bitch out behind the register then been like don't fuck with me, Eazy our daddy hoe. Better act like you know." Henree laughed as she mimicked our older sister voice.

I laughed as well. one thing about Erica is she did not play when it came to our dad. She didn't care who you was, where you from or who you knew. You fucked around or talked about our dad anything less than the king he is, she will try to kill you. Period. The Wright girls are something else, for real.

Henree and I laughed and talked as we walked down the strip of Melrose Avenue, enjoying the weather. Talking about the latest fashion, what we were going to do after leaving Dinah's and whatever else seem interesting at the time. We were so caught up in our conversation that I wasn't, of course looking where I was going and bumped into some jerk.

"Damn girl. Watch where you going!"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't...- "

I stopped as I felt my heart stop and everything around me was at a standstill. I blinked slowly as I breathed as if I was trying to savor my last breath. He was looking so scrumptious and I knew he wasn't even trying. Hot damn, finest thing that I ever did see. Such a sexy creation with this hat tilted the side. I was staring at him and he had my nostrils opened wide.

| Issa wholeee fuckinnn meal DO YOU HEAR ME ! | 

"Sup E'mani." Jason smiled, showing that gleaming bright white set of 32 teeth. "Henree.", he acknowledged as he turned to her, then looking back at me.

"W-What are you doing here?", I questioned faintly.

"Melrose is a public place girl." He laughed. "but nah, I'm here with Corey he baby shopping"

"No shit.", I retorted with a smile. "I need to go see Solana. I miss her I hope she don't think I'm neglecting her."

There was a small silence between us as I watched his eyes roam my outfit, making me feel a little self-conscious but sexy at the same time. How the fuck is that even possible? I knew I looked half way decent in a tight fitted belly shirt, showing off my flat belly and diamond belly ring, a pair of hip-hugging Balmain distressed jeans with a pair of Patent white Gianvito Rossi ankle high heel sandals. My hair was pulled into a tight bun with my baby edges on fleek.

"You still fine as hell.", he whispered to me.

"Thank you. You too...I guess." I blushed before looking away.

"Hey umm...I'ma run in footlocker really quick to look at some shoes for Cobe", Henree said to me as she looked at us two before laughing and walking away.

"How you been though? Jason asked with sincerity.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess I'm okay. how's things with you and Daijah?", I said, with my hand on my hip.

Jason shook his head. "We good."

Ouch. This nigga confirmed that they are seeing each other by saying We. Like damn, he could of just lied and said I don't talk to her. but then again, I would have been even madder cause then that would of meant he blatantly lied in my face.

"I bet"

"Really E'mani?" Jason leaned on the crossing light pole and looked at me. He squinted his eyes at me. "Nah but I'm sorry man."

"Sorry for what?", I raised a brow.

"That you know. You and my man's split."

"What you mean? who said that O'shea and I split?"

Jason side-eyed me. "What, I thought you...Oh shit. O'shea told me that ya'll broke up...Ohhhh he aint tell... my fault." Jason stammered as his eyes got big.

I looked away and I knew Jason could see the pain in my face as well as the embarrassment. Here I am, leaving so many fucking voicemails begging for this man to come home to me and he's out here not returning calls but updating his homies that we are no longer together. I bit down on my trembling bottom lip.

"E'mani" Jason interrupted my thoughts. "I aint know..."

"Its fine.", my voice cracked. "I- I gotta go.", I said as I pressed my lips together as I felt the tears form in the rim of my eyes.

I tried to walk past Jason with my bags in my hand but was stopped as he slid his hand around my waist with his right arm. Jason stared into my eyes, reading that he knows I'm hurt but he's here for me. At this point, the tears were flowing freely down my face as I sniffled. My chest was pounding as I heard those words ring through my head. It was devastating.

"Look E'mani. On the real I aint know he did it like that. That's why I asked was you okay."

I nodded my head and looked away, shaking my head. I was fuckin embarrassed but I got something for O'shea ass. You wanna have me out here looking like a fucking fool. Bet my nigga.

I started laughing to keep from crying more.

"What's so funny?", Jason said.

"Nothing. Nothing at all.", I said as I pulled myself from out of his grasp. "Ima see you later okay."

I began to walk away with a pep in my step. This dude got to be kidding me. Yeah, I was wrong for having the bogus excuse for not telling that I was engage but here I am thinking we just having a rough patch and O'shea is out here running his mouth, returning people texts and calls, letting them know that we are broken up. Then finding out from the man who took my virginity that we're broken up was like spitting right in my face.

At this point, I've lost all respect for O'shea and there is nothing at this point he can do to redeem himself.

At fucking all. 

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