Page 5 of A Million Boss Kisses

“I know you’re upset but stop talking to me like you lost your damn mind!” I barked, hopping to my feet.

Lil Q waved his hand back at me and stormed out of the bedroom.

“Ma, you…” I raised my hand to stop Quincy from speaking as he climbed to his feet.

“Well, what the fuck happened?” Karina queried.

“I’ll tell you later,” I informed her as I went into the bathroom to wash my face.

Once I pulled myself together, I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my linen shorts.

It was an email from the private investigator I hired to uncover the details Quinten was leaving out about the two kids we had just found out about.

On the walk down the stairs, I reviewed the information and snatched a bottle of champagne before making a beeline for the door.

The more I read, the more the dots connected, and the more enraged I became.

When we re-entered the backyard, the first thing I heard was Troy’s raspy voice, and I immediately rolled my eyes.

That nigga never knew how to shut the fuck up.

He always had to be flapping those stale ass gums. Even the COPD and emphysema couldn’t spare us from his mouth.

I don’t know who I had more disdain for, Quinten or his fucking daddy.

If Troy would’ve just let Quinten and Lavita be together he wouldn’t have played in my face the way he did.

It took no time for me to piece together that my husband was sneaking behind my back to see Lavita throughout the duration of our earlier relationship, if not all of it. I wouldn’t put shit past this no good nigga at this point.

The thing that hurt the most was the fact that I wanted to try for another child. I wanted a baby girl, but Quinten was against it after we had Lil Q. It made so much sense now. He had all these other kids running around here. Not just our two.

“You went and dug up your illegitimate kids?” Troy spat, pausing to cough.

Nigga probably should’ve went to take a nap with his wife with all that damn coughing.

I didn’t believe in that illegitimate kids shit, those were just Quinten’s kids.

No extra words needed. “And there are three outside kids? Not just two? When did that happen?” He threw his hands up in surrender, and my gaze followed his.

My eyes widened when they landed on a new face sitting next to Tech and Quinten.

“Well, I know who Tech and Quori are. What’s your name, boy? ”

“Corey.”

“Corey?!” Quori and I shouted in unison.

“Yeah. I’m twenty, and I live in Detroit,” he smiled.

“Marissa…”

Quinten’s attention was on me and my body moved like it was possessed by the devil. I darted over to my husband and bashed him across the head with the bottle of champagne.

CLASH!

Quinten fell onto the table, champagne shooting everywhere. I didn’t give a fuck about anything going on around me. I heard movement, but my focus was on this no good ass nigga. With all of my pent up anger, I swung wildly. Landing blows everywhere. I felt someone tug on me, but I kept going.

“It wasn’t enough to cheat and have kids outside of our marriage, but you gave her the same name as our deceased daughter!”

“What?” Quori’s shriek caught my attention, and I gathered myself enough to address her. My story was fighting to come out.

“Yep, we delivered a stillborn baby. I just went online to look up your birthday, and you guys were born a few months apart. Her name was Quori, same spelling and all,” I informed her, then turned to face Quinten.

“We came up with that name on our honeymoon and always planned to name our daughter that! We can’t come back from this.

I’m filing for divorce. I fucking hate you, Quinten!

You couldn’t even prep me beforehand. You just let that come to light.

And then you have another child named Quori? Is it spelled the same too?”

“My name is spelled the regular way,” Corey interjected between bites of his chicken.

I huffed in frustration, grabbing plates of food and throwing them at Quinten.

Was I showing my ass? Absolutely. Did I give a fuck?

Hell no! Some of the women started ushering children out of the backyard.

There was shouting all throughout the backyard, but my focus was on Quinten.

He was up on his feet, fighting to gain control of my arms.

“Let her go, I got her!” Karina shouted, coming between us.

With that moment of distraction, I snatched a shard of glass from the table and drove it through Quinten’s shoulder.

“AGHHHHH!” He shouted and I felt myself get swept off my feet.

“I hope I hit an artery bitch! You could bleed out right here and I wouldn’t give a fuck. Widow me, please!”

“Ma, chill!” Quincy yelled.

My son’s voice was what I needed to check back into reality.

When I looked around, the backyard was in complete chaos.

Somebody was pulling Troy’s cripple ass out of the pool when they should’ve let him drown.

Quinten’s other children were gone, and nothing that I just did to Quinten could heal the hole that formed in my heart.

“Put your mom in my car. She is coming to the hotel with me,” Karina ordered Quincy.

I didn’t give a fuck where they took me as I burst into another fit of tears. Three kids that I never knew about. A marriage that was based on lies. And worst of all, he gave our deceased daughter’s name away. My husband was fucking despicable, and I wanted nothing to do with him.