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“I’ll take a Uber, and I’ll go somewhere else!

You can stay here. I’m not,” I tried to walk away from him, but he grabbed my arm, and instead of letting me go, he pulled me over to the side, put his finger up to the lady, telling her to give us a second, and he took us out of a good shot from the woman, so that she couldn’t see us.

“I don’t want to sleep in the same room with you!” I screamed at him.

“Then don’t take your ass to sleep then!

Stay up! You act like a nigga is thrilled to be sleeping in the same room with your ass.

I don’t want to have to room with you either, but this is our only fuckin option!

We not here for us right now, yo! We here to pay our respects to our childhood friend and then get the fuck on.

You be spazzing out about the stupidest shit, man.

Funeral is just hours away, and your choosing to throw a fuckin tantrum now about a fuckin rooming situation?

Tighten your ass up man, and stop acting stupid! ” he snapped, eyes looking down at me.

Law was tired. I saw it in how red his eyes were. I knew when to push him, and when to leave his ass alone, and right now, it was in my best interest to just leave him alone, so I did. He let go of my arm, and instead of walking back over to the counter with him, I stayed put, while he went over.

The second he left; my phone buzzed in my hand. It was my sister texting me. In Dubai, it was eight in the morning. While I was getting ready to call it a night, her day was just getting ready to start.

Twin: I’m looking at your location. I see you landed. What are you doing?

Me: Checking into the hotel. Me and Law just got into it.

Twin: Lol. Why?

Me: It’s only one room left. I don’t want to sleep in the same room as him. I tried to leave. Shai, he gets on my fuckin nerves.

Twin: I give you two hours, and you’ll be fuckin him. Call me in the morning. Goodnight. I love you.

Me: I love you too.

Law didn’t come over until about ten minutes later, and when he did, he was holding the key sleeve in his hands, that held the keys to the room.

He handed it to me, so that he could wheel both of our suitcases.

I led the way, taking us over to the elevators.

Once we were in front of them, I pressed the button, and the doors opened in a few seconds.

I walked on first, and he came in after me, going on the opposite side.

He pressed the number 20, so that it could take us up to the 20 th floor, and while it was going up, I was stealing glances at him.

He was dressed comfortably in a beige colored knit sweater.

The sweater was thick, and it looked so comfortable.

The bottoms that he chose to wear were brown, almost gave off a vintage look to them, and they were tailored to fit his tall, muscular body.

A pair of brown, and crème Travis Scott sneakers were on his feet, that really helped to compliment the outfit.

He had a fresh line up, his curls looked so healthy, and his beard was nice and full.

Because we were captured on the elevator together, I couldn’t ignore how good he smelled.

His hand reached up, where he dragged it down his face, and you could see his tatted-up hands, and the single Cuban link bracelet that was on his wrist. The doors to the elevator opened, so that’s what stopped me from discreetly looking at him.

I walked out first, and I led the way to our room.

I used the key card to scan, and even with him being pissed, and probably even annoyed with me, he moved my ass out of the way, so that he could open the door.

He pushed it in, caught it with his hand, and allowed me to walk in first. Just like the woman up front told us, it was just a standard room, that held two queen beds inside.

We did have a beautiful view of the city though. The room was nice, and clean too.

I chose to go for the bed that was furthest from the door. Once Law saw that that was the bed that I was going to take, he wheeled my suitcase over to me. I sat my purse down on the table, and I got on the floor, sitting, so that I could open my suitcase, and pull my things out for my shower.

“You taking your shower first, or you want me to go?” he asked, standing over me.

“You can go. I have to pull all my stuff out,” I let him know. He just nodded, and then he walked away.

He went for his bag too, pulling out what he needed for his shower, and then he disappeared.

Five minutes later, I heard the shower cut on.

That’s when I went for the room phone, and I called room service.

I saw that they had a chicken sandwich, so I ordered that with some fries.

There was a lengthy wine list, and even though I could use the entire bottle right now, I wasn’t going to do that because the last time I drank a whole bottle of wine while I was with Law, I ended up fuckin him, so I just asked for a glass.

Once I put my order in, I went back over to my suitcase, pulling out what I was going to need, along with getting my dress, and stuff out for the funeral tomorrow. I pulled out my make-up bag, accessories, and heels, putting these items in the closet for me to put on tomorrow.

By this time, Law was finished with his shower, but I could hear the sink running, so I knew that he had to have been washing his face and brushing his teeth.

When he eventually came out, he had the nerve to just walk out in briefs, where you could literally see that big ass dick resting on his thigh, and he wore socks.

His big broad shoulders were exposed, along with his hard abs, and firm chest. I knew that Law didn’t like to get dressed in a bathroom, so I couldn’t even say that he was doing this on purpose, but for once, I just wished that he would have not did the norm and would have just slipped on his sweats in the bathroom.

I cleared my throat, and I looked down at my suitcase in front of me.

His sweats were on the bed, and he stepped into them.

When he turned his back to me, I could see the full mural of our daughter that was tattooed on his back.

It was such a beautiful piece of art. I hated that I was looking at him in this way, but it was hard not to.

The sound of someone knocking on the door got both of our attention. I was the one to move, going over to the door, knowing that it was most likely my food.

“You got up like you expecting somebody,” he said to me.

“I ordered room service,” I said, and when I reached the door, I pulled it back.

There was the room service attendant standing on the other side, and he had a cart in front of him, that held my food, that was covered by a silver lid, along with my glass of wine.

He offered me a smile, wanting to know how I was doing tonight, and after I assured him that I was fine, he wheeled the items in for me.

I was holding cash in my hands, so I passed it to him, giving him a tip, and he thanked me for it, and then walked out of the room.

The whole time that this exchange was taking place, Law was standing there, watching. I pretended that I didn’t even see him, as I wheeled the cart over to the table, where there was a chair, and that’s where I was going to eat my food, right after I washed my hands.

I walked out of the room, and into the bathroom, using the soap that was here, and I quickly washed my hands, and then dried them off on the nearby hand towel.

“You still selfish as fuck, Soraya. You selfish, and you weird. I would have never ordered food in front of you, without offering you anything. Together or not, I’m not doing shit like that.

If you had been the one to take your shower first, and I ordered food without you, and you had walked in this bitch to see a nigga wheeling my food in here, you would have told me that I was the dirtiest, and grimiest nigga in the world for doing that shit,” Law spat to me the second I made it back out, and I took a seat down on the chair.

“I’m still selfish? When the fuck was I ever selfish towards you? Name on instance,” I shot, turning around in my chair, so that I could look at him. He was still standing, and he was looking down at me. He sucked his teeth at what I’d said, followed by him shaking his head.

“Shit, I can spit out at least one hundred instances,” he was exaggerating terribly.

“Okay, so give me one then. I would like to hear it,” I was on him hard with this because I felt like I was a lot of things in our marriage, but I was never selfish.

I used to love this man with every bone in my fuckin body.

Law could have asked me to hand him over my fuckin life, and I would have done it, without any kind of hesitation.

I’ve loved him since I was a kid. I was never selfish.

He stared at me, looking at me in a way, as if he was thinking. As if there were so many examples that he was thinking about of me being selfish, that he couldn’t think of which one he wanted to use.

“When Sarai died, you never took my feelings towards that into consideration. Only yours. That example alone tops every selfish thing that your ass ever did,” his words stung.

Like, it hurt me to hear him say this to me because I never knew that he felt this way.

The second he said it, my heart shattered, my eyes got watery, and when I blinked, tears immediately started falling.

“My baby died Law. She died-