At the Heir's Request

Chapter 35

Anderson Grant

I sat around my desk staring at Shanique like she was crazy. I really do believe that my wife is insane.

She was dead ass serious right now?

I don't know what convinced her that it was okay to come to me with this her stupid idea. She just pissed me the fuck off and ruined my day.

"Come out a mi office Shanique." I tell her after awhile of processing.

She looked shocked at my words. I don't know why.

"Are you being serious right now?" She asked incredulously.

She nuh see that mi dead serious?

"As a judge Shanique. Come out a mi office and gwaan go find something productive to do." I say, feeling the irritation seeping in.

She huffed at me before storming out of the room. The door slammed loudly behind her and I sucked my teeth loudly at that.

I didn't even want to put too much thought into our conversation so I refocused my energy on work. It's like Shanique go out of her way to test my patience, deliberately.

Mi nuh know how much more patience mi can have.

Shaking my head, I hit send on the contract I was working on for CJ. I had reached out to ATL's Honda division because that's the brand the team used. They were open to having conversations around possibly coming on as the team's top sponsor.

By securing this deal, I'm potentially propelling Supreme Racers into the International market. I'm excited for the possibilities that this deal could bring us.

With a bit of idle time on my hands between now and my next scheduled meeting, I sat back to think. Worse thing mi could a ever do because my mind goes straight to Shanique. Instantly, I'm upset all over again.

The last thing that I want to do is go into my meeting agitated. I'm meeting with some potential clients today by AC Hotel, and I need to bring my A-game.

Taking a calming breath, I decide meditation may be the best option for me at this time. Pulling out the bottom drawer from under my desk, I remove the yoga mat I kept here.

I  am ashamed to admit how many times in the past year, that I have had to use this mat. Keeping me and Shanique's situation under wraps, while trying to pretend that everything was peaches and creams, was hard.

There were days when I would just lay out on the floor, picturing myself in a different dimension. I wanted a different reality for myself. One where I wasn't watching my wife slowly kill herself over something she thought I wanted.

I wanted to disappear, but I couldn't. I had to be here for us. I was practically all we had.

Sometimes I think Shanique and I are toxic. In a weird way, her love for me is so potent that she would sacrifice herself for my happiness. I'm so into her, where if someone even thinks about her wrong, they're dead to me.

We love each other so fiercely, it kinetic.

In my eyes, she can do no wrong. Except for today. She has substantially pushed the barriers of my boundaries.

Thinking about it, I would say she has asked of me, the impossible. The fact that she even felt comfortable enough to approach me with such a preposterous proposal, speaks volume. I have lost my edge. Shanique tek mi fi a menkeh!