26 year old Cookie Lyon lives a happy, lavish and stable life with her husband 30 year old, Lucious Lyon. He is a big time drug dealer in the city of Philadelphia. Very well known, well respected and so is his family. Cookie wants her husband out of...
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"I'm going to lunch. If I get any calls just forward them" I told my assistant Porsha while locking up my office.
"Yes ma'am" She said while smacking on her gum never looking up from her computer.
I hurried to my car, considering that my feet were killing me. They had been swollen all day and sore for the past couple of days. I also had a fever I couldn't shake, but I made a doctors appointment for tomorrow.
Every day during my lunch break, I used this time to go to the house I shared with Lucious to get clothes and other stuff, for Lyric and I to have at my house. I go during my lunch only because I know he isn't home.
We haven't seen each other in two weeks. I really didn't care because I don't want to see his face. But I cant keep my baby away from her dad, and I cant keep him away from her. But right now, I could kill Lucious.
After pulling up in the driveway I hopped out of my car and quickly made my way into the house. Not wasting anytime I went into Lyrics room and gathered some more clothes and shoes for her.
"So you jus gon ignore me?" I heard him say making me jump and turn around to look at him. I eyed him from top to bottom still not saying a word.
He started walking closer to me, making me scoot back.
"Yo cook, listen. I-" He started to say before I shook my head. "No, Lucious no. Don't tell me you're sorry. Please save it" I said feeling the lump form in my throat form. I refuse to cry in front of him, I won't shed any more tears over him.
"Cookie just listen. She mean nothing to me aight?" He said stepping closer making me back up again.
"You had sex with another bitch and then come home and lay in the bed with me? When I say you ain't shit...tuh I mean it." I said turning around to finish packing up Lyrics stuff.
"Cookie"
"Lucious get the fuck out my face. Please." I said looking and picking out another outfit for my child before making my way to our master bedroom.
"You hear me talking to you?" He said raising his voice a little. I began to pick out some outfits to take for myself as well as some shoes before I heard his voice again. "Can we talk about this"
"YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT IT?! FINE LETS TALK!" I yelled catching him off guard. "HOW WAS SHE?" I yelled throwing the clothes I had in my hand on the floor.
"What? Cook you trip-"
"No no no you wanna talk about it lets talk, How was she? Was she good?"
He scratched the back of his head making me throw a shoe at him. "NIGGA HELLO!"
"Calm down. I'm not answering shit yo. You gon be mad either way" He said.
