Violet Ankamah's POV.
"Violet, it's not what it looks like!" Kayla squeaks, bringing the quilt up to cover her chest.
She said that already.
I look at the floor to see torn clothes all over the place.
Again, I say nothing, going into my closet and grabbing an oversized shirt off of a hanger.
I turn to them both and I look at Kayla, throwing the shirt at her.
"You have 10 minutes to get out of my house and order a cab out of here, before I call the cops" I say cooly, folding my arms.
"But-" she starts, and I interrupt her harshly.
"Don't argue with me. Get out." I tell her.
"I'll see you tomorrow. On time" I add, frostily.
She stands up, looking at Zahair, who stares at me in shock.
She wears the shirt I gave her and gathers what remains of her clothes, scurrying out of my room and sprinting down the stairs.
There is a silence as I stare in disbelief at Zahair.
"Baby, I swear I can explain-" Zahair starts, but I roll my eyes, walking out of the room.
"Clean that shit off of your face and come down to the kitchen. This so called 'explanation' should be good" I say, buttoning my shirt up again, my heart pounding against my chest, pure embarrassment hacking into my heart.
I walk down the stairs and I go into the kitchen, picking up the kettle and filling it with water.
I put it on to boil and I grab a mug, placing a green teabag into it and I sit on one of the stools, my head reeling.
Zahair has been cheating on me!
With my fucking assistant!
How long has this been going on?!
When did it start?!
What the fuck, even?!
"Violet" I hear his voice call.
I turn on my stool to face him.
He is now wearing a crumpled shirt and a pair of boxers.
I roll my eyes at the guilt and fear on his face as I get up to pour the steaming water into the mug, watching the water brew and turn green.
I stir it in slowly.
"Violet, talk to me" Zahair says.
His voice sounds hoarse, making me wince.
I grab the sugar pot and I open it, ditching the use of the teaspoon and just pouring it into the hot tea, until I'm satisfied.
"You said you would explain yourself. I'm waiting, Zahair" I clip.
I stir the sugar in, before returning to my stool, watching him.
"Talk" I say.
I take in his slumped nervous posture.
"I- I didn't expect you to be home early" he croaks.
My expressionless mask cracks slightly.
"Is that what you call explaining?" I ask cooly.
"I- we didn't mean to! I- she...." he takes a deep breath.
"It just happened" he says in a small voice.
I sigh, my head pounding and my heart snapping in two.
"How did you meet?" I ask, sipping my artery clogging tea.
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Violets Are Blue
Romance(EDITING BUT COMPLETE) Roses Are Red And Violet Is Blue. Doctor Violet Ankamah is a surgeon and a great one at that. Her life is perfect. Her job is perfect. Her poise, natural elegance and cold demeanor, makes everyone around her fawn. It's alm...
