Emma came back to the city on the early morning plane. Cray didn't come in until late that night. She went out brought herself a nice little room for her comfort. Before she got to her room, reporters were following her, and she was kinda confused about everything and why they were there but lucky the security guards stopped. There was a lunchroom right in the center when you walk in, it was a nice little comfortable sitting.
Malia was there eating privately and alone. She looked happy by where she sat, but then Emma approached. Malia dropped her fork onto the plate, and the fork clings onto the plate.
I can't even enjoy my food! Malia said. Smacking her lips loudly. People looked at her as if she was famous.
Emma sat down without being invited to sit. She grabbed the menu and started to look at what was on the menu but glancing at her as Malia was not looking.
Malia was trying to tame her tongue, Emma was there to get under her skin but couldn't. Being in the position that she was in, Emma felt powerful but even though she thought nobody knew anything about what was happening. She just had to make herself important but failed miserably.
We went to Paris for our wedding! We had a good time. Emma said. Chuckling at the same time.
Malia nodded quickly with understanding, trying not to tell her business to a stranger. Malia knew she was telling a fib cause Paris was the same place he took her but with her money.
Honey, you don't know. We went shopping.. And everything. Something he wouldn't do for you. Like I said. Your not his type.
Honey, don't bring that man's name in my presence when eating. He makes my stomach turn.
Said Malia
Does it really! Emma teased.
So, y'all went to Paris...huh?
Yeah, yeah, we did! Said Emma. Giving a cockiness smile.
And he sat by the TV and wanted to a drink beer like he had a long day at work, he wanted you to cook, when you wanted to get take outs from the restaurants, you wanted some attention and affection but yet you got a push off the chair arm, and then... You withheld your tears but wanted to be a strong woman, and not get angry about small shit, but yet the abuse of neglect was still there. Then you said " what he wanted to eat" he demanded to look into the refrigerator and GUESS what he wanted to eat.. He didn't tell you. You tears flew like water. You ran to the bathroom, and cried. When you got back he was gone. Malia said. Glancing at the newspaper.
Then you ran outside to try to catch him but some birds flew over you and you wanted to play with them but lead you to your first husband cheating on you with a beautiful woman that looked just like you and then you went across the way from the other hotel, went on top of that building, and then shot that BITCH that was Fucking your husband. Malia said. Giving another look at Emma, smiling.
Emma was speechless, she didn't know what to say. Everything she described was true. As like she was in her shoes.
That man will eat you with no mercy. Believe me I was there. In your shoes but now I'm awake, and stronger. I know better now. He is probably at the jewelry store getting her an engagement ring, to try to take your place but yet... Nobody can take the places of the first, and last ex-wives, right.
Why would he do that? Asked Emma. Emma started to cry. I got to go! Emma said as she gets up from the table. Malia continued to eat again. She was almost finished, she opened up the newspaper.
Cray found another woman that he wanted to get engaged to but he wasn't going to go through with it. Malia kept on eating and eating, until she was full, and full of mucus. She threw up inside of the plate. The man of her dreams came and got her by picking her up. Emma watched as Malia was being picked up by prince charmer.
Emma started to call cray but he was too busy fucking someone else that he admired and desired by imagining Emma. Yet, he ignored her phone call, and kept on doing what he does best. Ignoring. A man approached Emma. Emma was going to refuse and deny the drink that the young man was offering but she couldn't. She allowed herself to cheat as much. Malia propped her drink to her without Emma looking.
Malia walked in the long hallways were it empty. Throwing her two fingers in the hair as a peace sign.
Wanna dance? Asked the man.
Of course. Emma said. Getting up, moving her hips, swirling her hips and ass side to side as the dress was tightly around that part of her body. The man smiled and then got up to dance. They danced all evening. When Cray arrived to the hotel and saw that his wife was talking to another man, up close and personal. He went into a rage. His nose spread out, his face turned red.
When she felt his rage come near, she acted like she was drunk. He pulled her arm, nobody around to see, but she yanked her arm away and ran to the other side of the room. Cray chased her to the other side. She yanked him on the table, and got on top of him. You will do what I will say. Reporters started to take pictures without them knowing it. One reporter was stupid enough to come up and close to them while they were beginning to make love. Cray got angry, dumped Emma on the other side of the table, next to the glass. and chased him until he couldn't run no more. Emma arm bleed a little bit, she licked her lick, swallowing the taste of her blood, enjoying each and every lick. She laughed as her plan worked.