“Are you using it?” Olivia asked.
“No, this is the first time I’ve been here in over six months,” Kyla answered.
“What did you pay for it?” Olivia asked.
“Five fifty.”
“I’ll pay twenty-five percent over whichever is more, the current market value or the original price, and I want the furniture,” she replied calmly.
“You’re serious?” Kyla asked.
“I’ll have my lawyer contact you tomorrow.” She picked up her bag and started toward the door and noticed the bags by the door. “What’s this?”
“Some lingerie I was going to throw out.”
“Leave it,” Olivia said.
“Leave it…why would you want it?” DeeDee asked.
“I have my reasons. I’ll be outside, when you’re ready.” She turned to face Kyla. “I wish I could say it’s been my pleasure, but seems only my husband can honestly say that.” She walked out and slammed the door.
DeeDee walked over and hugged Kyla, “Are you okay.” Kyla was shaking.
“I’m fine. Man, if this were a couple of months ago, I’d be leaving in handcuffs, and she’d be leaving in a body bag.”
“And I would have said it was self defense.” They laughed. “I’ll talk to you later.” DeeDee opened the door, looked back at her new friend and closed the door.
Kyla let out a deep breath. “God, I didn’t want to say those things. I wanted to keep that part of me a secret. It wasn’t how I wanted to do it, but it was how You wanted it done. I see now, that I needed to say those things, to confess my sin so Satan couldn’t try holding it against me. Thank you God. I feel clean and free. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”
She walked around the apartment looking to see if there was anything she wanted to keep. After a few minutes, she realized the only thing she wanted, wasn’t in the apartment, but on his way to her home. She slipped into her jacket, turned off the lights and walked out. She closed the door hard, locked both locks, took a deep breath, turned around, got on the elevator and didn’t look back.
She was grateful to have the elevator to herself. “Thank you God for this new beginning. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”
She walked outside and hailed a taxi. Twenty minutes later she was about two blocks from her street where she got out and started walking. She needed some fresh air. She wanted the stench of her old life completely off her before seeing Sean. She turned the corner and, coming up from the south end of the block was her best friend. Sean’s hands were full…the dog leashes in one hand and the dinner bags in the other. Both dogs started barking and pulling Sean toward her.
He looked up and his smile instantly calmed her. She hurried toward him. A few seconds later, she stopped in front of him smiling.
“Hey baby,” he said, smiling. She pulled his face down to hers, kissing him passionately. She pulled back smiling. “Wow, that was some kiss. I take it everything went well?”
“Not like I planned.” She took the dogs’ leashes and grabbed his hand. They walked into her building and stopped at Jerome’s desk.
“Well, if it isn’t the happy couple,” Jerome teased.
“Hi Jerome,” Kyla smiled.
“Hey, Jerome. Wait a minute baby,” Sean reached inside his pocket. “Jerome, are you a Knicks fan?”
“Die hard,” Jerome said proudly. “Since I was a boy.”
“I have a couple of tickets I can’t use. Do you want them?”
“Are you serious?”
“These are behind the players bench,” Sean handed him the tickets.
“You’re kidding?”
“They’re yours if you want them.”