ROLL BOUNCE LOVE - FIRST CHAPTER

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Aubrielle’s Prologue

“I should have left the first time I caught his ass,” I said to myself as I threw clothes into a suitcase.

When Damon and I started dating, he was the perfect boyfriend and felt like a dream come true. He was tall, dark, handsome, well built, college educated, and treated me like a queen. At the time, he was thirty-three and working his way up the corporate ladder at a finance company. He was different from the men I typically dated, which I thought was a definite plus. I tended to be attracted to thugged-out niggas, and Damon was the complete opposite; there was nothing thug about him. I truly thought I’d hit the jackpot. Being thirty-one, I was ready to settle down, possibly get married, and start a family.

About eight months into our relationship, I lost my job. I worked as a dance instructor at one of the hottest studios in Atlanta. I taught various dance types, but most of my clientele were strippers who worked at some of the most-popular strip clubs in the A. My pole dance classes were so popular that there was always a waiting list.

The owner was doing some fraudulent shit that caused the studio to be shut down, leaving me unemployed. Even though I had enough money saved to carry me for at least five to seven months, depending on how frivolous I was, I didn’t hesitate to accept his offer when he invited me to move in with him. What I should have done was moved back in with my parents. They offered, but Damon and I were still in the honeymoon stage of our relationship, and I thought he was my knight in shining armor, so I moved in with him.

A month later, I ended up accepting a position at another dance studio. Because I was new, I had to teach the classes that nobody else wanted, but it was cool. The pay was decent, and I still was able to do what I enjoyed. Damon refused to let me pay any bills, which was another bonus of living with him, and my savings account continued to grow.

As soon as we hit the one year mark, everything went south. Women were sending me messages on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter about their escapades. Some would send pictures, and others would send screenshots of text messages or DMs. It just goes to show you that all men have the potential to cheat, no matter the age, education, or upbringing.

Damon was a real smooth talker, though. Somehow, he managed to talk his way out of every single situation. Deep down, I knew his ass was up to no good. I’d gotten too comfortable with him taking care of me, and the thought of leaving seemed overwhelming. I lost track of how many times Damon cheated on me over the past two years, but it stopped today!

After packing four suitcases and three duffel bags, I requested an Uber to take me to the airport. My flight wasn’t for five hours, but I wanted to be out of the house before Damon got home. Some days, he came home for lunch at noon, which didn’t give me much time. It took a few trips, but I got all of my luggage to the end of the driveway. Turning on the alarm, I exited through the garage, leaving the house keys on top of the deep freezer.

Looking at the Uber app, I saw that it was still seven minutes away. While I waited, I FaceTimed my cousin Keyla, who I would be staying with until I found a place. She lived in Washington D.C.

“Hey! You at the airport?” she answered the call.

“No, not yet. I’m waiting for the Uber.”

“Girl, I’m so excited. I can’t wait until you get here. It’ll be just like back in the day.”

Keyla and I spent most of our teenage years together. When her parents were killed in a car accident, my parents gained custody of her. We were both fourteen at the time, and neither of us had siblings. When we graduated from high school, she decided to go to Howard University and loved D.C. so much that she never moved back to Atlanta. I decided to stay close to home and attended Emory University, majoring in dance.

“I know! But I promise I won’t wear out my welcome at your place. I already have a few interviews lined up, and as soon as I get a job, I’ll be out of your way.”

“Cousin, please! I’m glad to have some damn company, and you can stay with me as long as you want.”

“Oh shit! Key, let me call you back. Damon just pulled up.”

“What? You make sure you call me right back. If you don’t, I’m calling the police.”

I ended the call and tucked my phone into my purse. Damon couldn’t pull into the driveway because I had my luggage blocking it. He hopped out of his Benz with fire in his eyes.

“What’s all this?” he asked, waving his hand in the air for emphasis.

Releasing a deep breath and rolling my eyes, I replied, “What does it look like?”

“It looks like you trying to leave me.”

“My, my, my… aren’t you perceptive?” I said, laced with sarcasm.

“I had a feeling you were up to something when you didn’t get mad about those pictures. I swear—”

“Damon, don’t even tune your mouth up to tell me another lie. I’m done! Now you can go fuck as many women as you want, and you don’t have to worry about hiding it from me.”

“Come on, Bri! I promise you. You don’t have to worry about—”

“Aht, aht!” I held my hand up and shook my head. “We’re done. I’ve given you way too many chances, and I’m tired. I thought you were my forever, but it’s obvious I ain’t who you want.”

“You are, baby! I swear you are. Give me one more chance, and I promise you’ll see a whole new man.”

Thankfully, the Uber pulled up right behind his car. Ignoring his pleas, I picked up the two duffel bags that were on the ground and approached the vehicle. The driver popped the trunk, and I carefully placed those bags, along with the one I had on my shoulder, in the truck.

“Bri, you can’t be serious right now. After all I’ve done for you, you’re leaving me?”

Damon stood in front of the four suitcases and blocked me from getting them.

“Will you stop playing and get the hell outta my way?”

“No! Baby, let’s just go inside and talk this out. I know you don’t want to throw away the two years we’ve spent together over a misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding?” I said with a frown. “There is no misunderstanding. I understand that you have a community dick. Your dick is for every-fucking-body. It’s real clear to me. Now move, or I’m calling the police!”

He was slow to move at first, but when I took out my phone, he got his ass out of my way.  I grabbed two of the suitcases and put them in the trunk. When I went back for the other two, he reached for me, and I slapped his hand away.

“Damon, the way these police officers out here shooting niggas at will, I would hate to have to call 911.”

He released a deep breath and stepped away from me. After putting the last of my luggage in the trunk, I hopped in the back seat and threw up the deuces. I’m already over that nigga!

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