"Where did you go?" Analise asked from the top of the steps while she watched Daniel walk up.
"Watch out, bruh," he mumbled while trying to push past her.
"No. Where were you, Daniel? You weren't at the studio."
He smacked his teeth and kept his eyes downward. "Bruh, can I just take a shower? Damn."
Analise frowned while crossing her arms over her chest. "Now you have an attitude? Where were you?"
"Word to my motha you about to piss me off, bro."
"I don't care. Where were you? Your location was off the whole night and now you're rushing to take a shower?"
"I ain't finna argue with you. Move, my nigga. Damn."
"Look at me."
Daniel sucked his teeth again, and his eyes remained at his feet and not at her. She didn't want to believe he cheated on her, but that was the impression she was getting. He randomly left in the middle of the night after what she'd just went through. Then he comes home early in the morning, refusing to look at her and eager to shower. All of his behaviors lined up to what Jordan would do when he would sneak around and cheat.
"Promise, move," he repeated.
"Did you cheat on me?" She asked.
He smacked his teeth. "You dead ass, right now? Why the fuck would I cheat on you? You hear how you sound, bro?"
"Then where were you?"
"At the studio."
"Then why was your location off?"
"I don't know."
She scoffed and shook her head. "You don't know? So, you're man enough to cheat on me after I was assaulted, but not man enough to admit it?"
Daniel finally looked up at her with a mug. "Nobody cheated on you. Fuck outta here with that dumb shit. Can you move?"
