Our Little Secret

Fourty-Three

Meek watched as Nicki walked into the house with a sleeping Rihmeek. He followed her upstairs and stared at her as she laid Rihmeek in his crib, taking his clothes off. She treated him with care, making Meek sigh. His heart ached from how much he missed her, but he couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that his wife slept with another man.

"He just went to sleep. He should be hungry when he wakes up," Nicki said, looking at Meek.

He nodded. They stepped out of the room and Nicki sighed, looking up at him.

"Meek, I just want to apologize and I want to give you a truthful explanation. You deserve it.. and I understand if you never want to be with me again," she told him.

"I just want the truth, Nicki."

She nodded. "I met Kyle two months ago. He's one of my newest dancers. I started being distant because I felt guilty. I felt like talking to him was me betraying you. The first time I went to his house was business related, but the second time, he kissed me. Then the third time we all went out for drinks and I got pussy drunk and slept with him."

Meek just stared at her. Nicki sighed.

"I'm sorry, I really am. I never meant to hurt you, Meek. I would never hurt you intentionally. I felt the need to tell you because I felt guilty. I felt like keeping it a secret would create bigger problems. I know I broke your trust, but I just want you to forgive me. Please, Meek. I was super drunk when it happened."

"Was he drunk too?" Meek asked.

Nicki shook her head. "I don't think so. He remembers everything from that night. I can't remember anything past ordering drinks at the bar."

"So he took advantage of you? I'm pretty sure that if you drunk, you don't know what the fuck you doing. That nigga took advantage of you, Onika?"

Nicki looked at him. "Please calm down, Meek. I don't want this to become an even bigger problem."

"Is that where that fucking bruise came from?"

Meek pulled Nicki forward, lifting her shirt. There was a purplish bruise right below her rib cage. Nicki's eyes watered.

"It happened the morning after.. I - I told him that whatever happened wasn't supposed to happen and that I was married. I knew that he had taken advantage of me so I cursed him out and he pushed me into his dresser," she said.

Meek clenched his jaw.

"Where that nigga live at?"

"No, Meek. Don't hurt him."

Meek walked into the bedroom. "THAT NIGGA FUCKING RAPED YOU AND PUT HIS HANDS ON YOU! FUCK YOU MEAN DON'T HURT HIM?!"

Nicki started crying. "M-Meek, I'm scared."

Meek calmed down and sighed. His jaw was still clenched as he pulled Nicki into a hug.

"I'm sorry, Nic. I didn't mean to scare you."

Nicki cried into his chest as he rubbed her back.

"I'm so sorry. I should've never talked to him in the first place. I n-never meant to cheat," she cried.

"It's not ya fault, baby. Chill out. Stay here with Rihmeek, ard? I got some shit to handle."

***

It was two in the morning and Nicki was still wide awake with Rihmeek. They sat together in the California King bed, watching Mickey Mouse. The cheetah was laying at the end of the bed. Rihmeek crawled over, grabbing it's tail, trying to eat it.