India pov-
Mariah was sleep in the room part of the hotel Suite, I closed the door and sat at the island wit a steak knife in my hand .
The concert ended a hour ago and I was waiting for his ass ta come back.
12:00am hit .
Then 1 :00 am
Then 2 :00am
And the hotel door finally opened , key turned the light on and jumped , like i scared him or sum .
"The fuck you sitting in here in the dark for?" He asked taking his coat off .
"So you lied ta me?" I asked .
"What I lie about?" He asked . I got up off the table "when you gave me this . You said you wouldn't cheat on me" I spoke dropping the ring back in his ashy ass hand .
"India Ian even cheat on you" He said.
"You lying again!" I simi yelled . And here comes the water works .
"Key I seen the video, you was sleep in that bitch bed . Who is she ?" I yelled .
"I didn't fuck her India!" He yelled back.
"Okay , lemme see yo phone" I said
"fa what?"
"If you ain't got shit to hide let me see yo phone!" I yelled .
He handed me his phone and I unlocked it with the password .
I went to his iMessage . And seen my text I just sent him 30 mins ago and right under it was a unsaved number .
I opened it and read a little before throwing his phone .
"You lying ass nigga!" I yelled and started punching his chest .
"Man move!" He yelled holding my hands . "Let my hand go I'm finna cut you!" I yelled .
He let me go and grabbed the knife off the table before I could "India chill the fuck out!" He yelled .
I walked up and slapped the shit outta him with all my might .
And seconds later his hand connected with my face .
I fell to my knees and he dropped down with me "india I didn't mean too!" He whispered holding me.
"I didn't mean too" he repeated
