In Spite of the Bosset Life(32)

“What’s wrong?” asked Ace, stroking my hair back. He checked to see if I had a fever and I swatted his hand away. I wasn’t no f*cking baby. I was annoyed with Rodney but I clearly was taking it out on my husband.

“I’m tired. Let’s go,” I said, getting my purse out the closet. Ace followed closely behind. I could see Rodney watching my every move. I went over to my assistant’s desk.

“I need all these filed. Also, here’s those checks. Ace, come sign this,” I said, lying the thick stack of papers on her desk. Ace came up from behind signing the papers. He was taking his time reading, so he could press his hard on against me. I heard some commotion going on behind us and I quickly turned my head. All I saw was Rodney storming out the building. I turned back to my assistant’s desk and pointed out some key facts on the desk.

“These niggas taking forever on this renovation. I need to talk to the manager,” said Ace. My heart started beating rapidly because Rodney was the head manager. I tried to change up the conversation.

“We have to go. I can’t be late picking Majesty up,” I said, dragging Ace along. He opened the car door and put me in. Ace reached in and put my seatbelt on, and I just sat trying to ease my mind.

“Bae, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” We rode in silence the rest of the way. Ace tried to ask what was going on with me but I kept telling him I was fine. At this point, I didn’t want him. I wished Rodney was asking me the same questions Ace was asking. I had a meaningless conversation discussing how his visit with his sister went. I knew Ace got a vibe from me that I didn’t care. We got home and I went my own way, not really trying to talk to anyone.

“You wanna play spades?” asked Ace, trying to change my mood. Majesty was taking her after school nap, so it was quiet around the house.

“I’m about to go workout,” I said, not wanting to be bothered. Ace watched me until I was finished juicing my fruits. He knew I was about to work out. It was obvious.

“After?”

“I don’t know. I have to read these books to Majesty and go over some stuff the teacher sent home.” I closed the fridge and started strolling through my phone to get my music set.

“Well, can I run with you?” Ace was really bugging me.

“Ace, I don’t care.”

“What’s wrong Mook? You act like you got an attitude? Did I do something?”

“No, your phone is ringing,” I said, pointing to the counter.

“Oh shit... look bae, I’ll run with you another time. I gotta take this,” said Ace, kissing my cheek and walking off with his phone to his ear. I heard him lock the door on his office door and I started stretching for my run. Soon as I was about to go out the door, Ace was stopping me. I took my headphones out and looked at him.

“Lose the attitude! I didn’t do nothing for you to be acting like this.” He let my arm go and I just rolled my eyes. I was so mad. My emotions were everywhere at this point.

As I was running, I couldn’t help but to think about Ace. How we used to work out together and play spades. We had fun. I missed that. Now, I felt like I was just roaming around. I guess I had really high expectations on what we would be like. It was nothing like in my dreams.





Chapter 15



The next couple of weeks were just hell. Ace and I stayed bickering. He stayed on his laptop and phone. He was tired of trying to talk to me. I would cuss him out and tell him I wished he stayed gone. He didn’t like that. I was just being a bitch for no reason. I would say off the wall shit because Ace hated that. My potty mouth caused a lot of problems.

Since he was retired, you would think he would want to spend time with his family. I was growing thin on patience and trust. I was stressed out because numbers weren’t adding up at the offices as well. I had just paid for Kori to get a f*cking abortion last week because her dumb ass been raw dogging. I cussed her simple ass out too. No one was safe. Everyone stayed clear of me and tried not to piss me off.

I needed a breather from everything. I had been trying to reason with myself the importance of my happiness. I wasn’t happy. I couldn’t even say what was making me act like this. I dreaded going home from work. The only thing that made me happy was Majesty.

“Sorry if I woke you up,” I said, closing the notebook. I had been playing the piano all night and writing things down. I had been so stressed out, I needed to reevaluate things with myself. Everything around me was breaking and I needed to get right with me. I cracked open the notebook I had in prison. Looking at all the letters and poems I wrote made me want to start writing again. It made me think about my relationship with God and my husband. I promised myself that I wouldn’t only talk to Jesus when I was down. That seemed wishy washy. I also said I would figure out my relationship with my husband. We needed to talk and not argue so much.

I hadn’t played the piano in years. Ace had bought me a brand new piano shortly after I moved in with him. Every place I ever lived in, I made sure I had a piano. That was my go to.

“You straight. You really good. I just missed you being next to me. I didn’t know where we went wrong... what’s been going on with you. Did I do something? Is it something I need to know?” asked Ace, sitting on the bench with me. It was two in the morning and I was up like always. I had my natural curly hair in a high ponytail and had on my nerdy girl glasses. My edges were on fleek and slick like a baby. Ace played in my hair, waiting for me to say something. He loved my curls and liked when I wore it natural.