“What the fuck are you doing in my car? How did you even know I was there to begin with, Quameer?” I had steadied my breathing and calmed down, and now I wanted answers. “You supposed to share locations with your husband.” He pulled on his spliff, as he sped down the highway toward the lake house. I stared at the side of his face as he continued on like all was great in his world. It was probably great in his world because his ass was the one causing the mayhem. “You are not my husband, Quameer… you had no right to switch my contact’s name, stalk me, and then climb in the back of my truck.
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