Free Unfaithful Ties by Nisha Le'Shea Page B

Jesus! I hope he’s my Mr. Right ” I mumble amongst myself and head to my car.

CHAPTER 3
    Kenneth & Lena...Atlanta Georgia
    "Well how has the birthday girl's day been so far?"
    "It's just another day to me"
    "Hopefully I can change that, I have something that'll help brighten up your day"
    "Look I've had a long day okay, I just-"
    “ Shhh” Kenneth said with his finger pressed against his lips. He revealed the rectangular box hidden behind his back and handed it to Lena. “Happy birthday baby” he was standing right beside the front door entry. He'd been standing there since the moment Lena walked inside their high-rise condo. “Go ahead, open it" he begged her.
    "We can't afford this so it needs to go back"
    "I swear woman your detrimental attitude can spoil a damn wet dream. Why do you always have to be so damn negative?"
    "If stating the facts means being negative, then so be it"
    "And I guess saying thank you is a little bit too much for you?"
    "Thanks" Lena said, and flashed him a cynical smile. She was a little frustrated because he hadn’t given her time to get in the house good. “Can I at least get in the house and get settled first? I wasn't really looking forward to being harassed as soon as I walk through the door" Lena sauntered pass Kenneth and headed to the kitchen, dropped the gift box on the countertop and grabbed the container of coffee grounds out of the Monaco designed cabinet. “Money is tight right now and he goes and buy a damn piece of jewelry" she mumbled sarcastically amongst herself as she dumped a few teaspoons of the instant coffee into a mug.
    Her behavior had Kenneth rattled as he remained at the entrance of the doorway, where he stood still for a brief moment with a stunned expression on his face. Why did I even try to do something special for her? Every fucking time this is what happens he thought. The heels of his leather shoes clacked briskly against the hardwood floor as he cantered towards the kitchen. Once there, he sat down on one of the four bar stools that were in front of the bar counter and just stared at Lena for a long silent moment. "So you don't even want to know what it is?" He finally asked.
    Lena finished pouring the steaming hot water into her mug before focusing her eyes on him. "Why should I? It's going back to the store anyway. What part of we cannot afford it don't you understand?"
    He was broiling with anger as he pulled the dark gray collared shirt out of his black slacks and loosened his necktie. "How in the hell can you tell me what I can and can't afford?"
    Lena walked over to the glass pub table and sat down. "Because I'm the one that foots majority of the bills around here, that's how."
    Kenny released his gun from the holster attached to his slacks and set it on top of the bar counter. He could feel his forehead knotting. So, rather than study Lena’s pulchritudinous features such as her big beautiful eyes, that one dimple that transpired every time that she smiled, her creamy exotic skin and the connect-the-dot freckles on both sides of her cheeks, her long curly hair, her hourglass figure and the way that her perky D cups looked in the purple silk blouse that she was wearing, he ignored all the things about her that usually turned him on. At the moment none of those things mattered to him and he couldn’t remember one thing that he loved about her. He didn’t even know why he'd even tried to make her day or why he'd put up with her attitude for so long. He was flustered. He then crossed over to where Lena was sitting and slammed his enormous hands down on the table "You know, I'm getting sick and tired of your bullshit Lena. I've put up with it for years and I have had enough of it"
    He accidently knocked over the cup of coffee.
    "Now, look what you’ve done” She yelled, then pulled away from the table. “Unlike you, I work hard on my job and I’m too tired to clean up behind your ass! So will you please learn to be careful?”
    She flounced