I ignored him and looked at his date. “Aye, lil’ baby, he gon’ have to run that whack-ass game on you later. You can see yourself out.”
“Nigga, you can’t walk in my shit as if you own it! Marlo! Carl!” he yelled for his bodyguards.
“You really need to hire better security. These niggas you got ain’t trying to protect you for real.”
“I’m calling the police. I’m sure your convicted-felon-ass would be back where the fuck you belong in no time.” He pulled his phone from his pocket, and before he could press number nine, I was across the room, elbowing him in his face while snatching the phone from his hand. He screamed, falling on the couch as his girl got up, grabbed her belongings, and fled. I took my foot and pressed it against his chest, applying pressure.
“Arrggh.” He groaned.
“I came here with the intention to be civil with your bitch ass, but now I see you want to play roles. So let’s play, bitch.” I kicked him in his chest, then sat down in front of him on the coffee table. He coughed and cried while blood leaked from his nose.
“My manager already told me to take the fucking photos down! I did the shit already!” he yelled.
I nodded. “Good for you, Kodak. Now you can move on to the next phase of this shit. I want you to go online and apologize to my lady. You better make that shit sound like you’re reallyfucking sorry, or I’m gon’ have my niggas do some shit to you that you’re not going to like.”
“Man, look. The shit is already?—”
My fist flew and landed right in his mouth. More blood pushed out of his mouth this time as he cried out. “Come on, man. You ain’t gotta do that shit!”
“Raise your voice at me again.”
“Alright! Fuck! I’ll do it!” We both stood, and I followed him to the bathroom. “Can I take a piss first?”
“Nah, bitch-ass nigga. Clean ya face, get the fuck on that internet, and do what the fuck I told you. You got two minutes, or I’m going to walk out that door, and somebody else is going to walk in this bitch and end you. You don’t want that shit to happen.” He blew out his breath, grabbed a towel, and cleaned his face.
“I think you broke my shit.”
“Boohoo, bitch. Hurry the fuck up.”
He hurriedly cleaned the blood from his nose and mouth, then led me down the hall to what I assumed was his office. My cell rang with Meeko’s name on the screen.
I answered. “What up?”
“Everything good?”
“Shit sweet. Crybaby about to go live and apologize.”
“A’ight, we got his ho-ass guards in the garage. Holla if you need us.”
“No doubt.” I hung up and waved to him to proceed.
“What you want me to say?” he asked.
I frowned. “Nigga, you need a fucking script to give a fucking sincere apology? You know what the fuck you did; now undo it,” I told him. He dropped his head, then picked up his phone, clicking around on it. I stood behind him to make sure he wasn’t on slick shit. “You need some music or something? I got just the song for you.” I went to my Apple playlist, some shit Dinnyhelped me navigate, and searched for the song I was looking for, then pressed play. The beat to Rueben Studdard’s “I’m Sorry 2004” began to play. The nigga side-eyed me like he wanted smoke, so I mushed his ass and told him to start the shit.
It didn’t take long for people to start joining, and I moved out of the way of the camera, sitting on the edge of the desk.
He cleared his throat. “What’s up, everybody? I just hopped on here to simply apologize for what I did yesterday. I was wrong for posting those pictures, and I regret ever exposing her like that. She didn’t deserve that. I was in my feelings because we were supposed to be living out our happily ever after, but clearly, I wasn’t the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
“I was on some drunk shit, and I swear, Jordin, if you’re watching, I’m so fucking sorry, love. You didn’t deserve that. I know it can’t be undone, but I did my best to get them taken down. Um, I-I hope you find happiness wherever you are. I just hate that you couldn’t find it with me. That’s it. Y’all be good, man. Peace.” He ended the live, and I slapped him upside his head.
“Don’t call my wifeloveno more. If you really loved her, you wouldn’t have done that weak-ass shit. I have a good mind to have my niggas come in here and beat your ass, but I’ma spare you since you did sound like you meant that shit.” I could see him relax his shoulders, then took out my phone to call Meeko.
“What up, bruh?”
“Bring them ho-ass guards in here and that paperwork I had to draw up earlier.”
“Got you.” I hung up and looked at his punk ass.