Scandal in the Dark *extra scene*
Thanks for clicking that link. If you haven't read the other 6 parts, you might be a little lost & will run into spoilers. But if you don't care, then this part will definitely grab your attention to want to read everything before and grab the book when it comes! This story drop is an "appreciation post" for my readers as I've had a lot of good feedback from this story & a special reader who begged me for one more free part before the book comes. So, here we go LOL. Thanks for reading everyone!
For those of you who have read this story, this part takes place directly after Hailey finally calls the Uber to pick her up from her overnight sexcapade and take her back to her hotel. ENJOY.
My Uber arrived quickly and promptly, as if it were waiting for me to finally call. I was a mess and didn’t know what I was going to do next. I was confused, I was heartbroken, I was sore from all of the good sex I’ve had in the past 12 hours, and nothing, not one thing at all, made any sense. Who was this mystery man who just walked into my life and rearranged my insides, literally and figuratively? How in the fuck could my sister have sex with who I thought was the love of my life? How could the love of my life fuck my sister? I mean, all of these questions and no answers. Nothing but a broken heart and wet panties. You are a genius Hailey, you really are. I mean, just go from one bad situation to another huh? I said to myself, out loud, yet again.
Excuse me? The driver said confusingly. I shifted my eyes and squirmed in my seat from embarrassment. Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. I'm just talking to myself, don't mind me. How many times is that going to happen? I might as well get evaluated at the psych ward for all this baby ‘cause this is too much!
We finally arrived at the Hilton, the hotel I booked for myself for this weekend. Even though Jaylen lives here full time, I still like to have an extra space booked when I come into town just in case. Sometimes, it never gets used. But thank the Lord almighty that I do this every time. Because, if there were ever a time I needed a separate space, it was now. Thanks again for the ride, I yelled before jumping out of the car and throwing a twenty dollar cash tip into the window of the passenger side before the driver jetted off.
I wasted no time to scurry inside. I didn’t want to be seen by anyone in the public eye. Since Jaylen didn’t know I was in town, I’m sure he has no idea where I was staying. But, that didn’t make my anxiety feel any better.
Once I got upstairs to my room, I realized that I was finally, truly alone. No cheaters, no city noises and fine men bumping into me, no sex with a stranger going on, it’s just me. In this room. Alone with my thoughts. I figured I would go ahead, shower, order room service and figure out my next move. Things will have to start making sense, because otherwise, I am going to lose my shit even more.
I wrapped my curly hair into the pale white hotel towel with the word “Hilton” written on it and put on the beautiful red silk robe that I brought with me in my luggage. I opened the curtains and let in all of the light from the outside because who was not about to sulk in the dark, was me. I could see the entire Dallas area from up here and it was breathtaking, even though I’ve seen it a million times. This is what I need right now, this view, and some food. I said to myself. I pulled out the menu that was in the side table next to the king sized bed.
Lamb chops, steak, grilled chicken, baked fish, vegan cauliflower steak, hmmm. What do I want? Nothing really sounded appetizing honestly, but I was starving. The anxious butterflies in my stomach ate all of the food that I had this morning, feeding themselves for their next appearance. I knew I needed to eat something, especially if I wanted to think with a clear head.
I dialed the extension 044 for the ordering service.
Hi, this is Hailey in room 516, can I please order the Lamb chops, medium rare, with a side of mashed sweet potatoes and fried egg plant? Let’s also add two bottles of champagne on there as well, Rose Moet, if you have it. Thanks so much.
I knew I had no business ordering the same champagne that Roger got for me last night, knowing it would bring up the present memories. But, I couldn’t help myself.
I hung up the phone and got my body cuddled up inside of the soft king size Egyptian cotton sheets. All I wanted to do was eat and watch lifetime movies all day. Did I need to figure shit out? Of course, but, too much has happened and I just need a day to recharge and think of what I am going to do or say next regarding this entire situation. I hadn’t managed to check my phone because truly, I didn’t want to confirm all the things I already knew. But, then again, I did. I couldn’t make up my mind on whether I was going to just ghost Jaylen from now until the end of time and run off with Roger into the sunset, or if I was going to attempt to talk to Jaylen and figure out what the fuck. I figured since I was so conflicted about it, a part of me did want to see what happened and why he did what he did. Was that wrong? No. The only reason I am questioning it is because some fine ass man came and put all his good shit in my life and now I don’t know how to think. I needed to remember that regardless of whatever Jaylen had done, that was still my man at this moment. I needed to hear him out as much as I didn’t want to, it just makes sense to at least get some closure, no matter how uncomfortable the conversation would be.
Just as I was about to drown in my thoughts again, a knock came at the door. But, it wasn’t followed by the words “room service”. I was curious to know who would come to my hotel room, being that no one knew I was in town.
Another knock followed quickly, but this time, more erratic. I got nervous and quickly hurried to the door. Before I could even ask who it was, a very familiar voice came through.
“Hailey? I know you’re in there. It’s Jaylen. Come on now you know I have access to your credit cards. I knew that was the only way I’d find you. Please open up! I need to talk to you right now.”
I couldn’t believe this fucker had the audacity to look through my recent transactions! But, then again, he’s desperate. And desperate times, calls for desperate measures.
I shook my head and opened the door slowly, not really knowing what was going to take place here in this room. Still not knowing whether he truly knows if I saw him or not. But, from the wording in his texts, I would think he knew.
Jaylen, what the fuck are you doing here? I said in a harsh tone. My robe started to get damp as sweat started to form all over my body from nervousness. I just knew that he knew that I knew about his bullshit. It just didn’t make any sense that he would decide to do something so fucking cruel, but even though my mind was focused on Roger, I still wanted to hear his excuse for all this.
Jaylen stared at me with his chinky brown eyes and gave the look he always did when he knew he did some dumb ass shit. He came here looking fresh as fuck so something tells me he thinks he’s about to win me over. He had on his clean white forces, black joggers, a crisp white t, his gold chain, and his black snapback. He came here looking like a straight up slut. Damn, why is this motherfucker so fine??!
He made his way to the window that overlooked the city and as he walked past, I could smell my favorite scent of his. I rolled my eyes telling myself that I need to stop thinking about everything that looks and smells right in this moment, and focus on the issue at hand.
Hailey, what the fuck man. I’ve been trying to call you since last night. You not answering the phone, you not texting me back. Come on now man, talk to me! I know I fucked up, but we supposed to be in love mama. We supposed to be planning a wedding and shit man. I didn’t mean to do what I did. Don’t even try to twist this shit either because I know it was you who left the room like that. The music, the candles. All that. The minute I stepped foot in the room, I knew I had fucked up. I knew it wasn’t Sasha who did it, I know it was you. She tried to play the shit like she did it for me. I bet she didn’t even know you was in town, huh? Jaylen shook his head and dropped his head in resentment as if he the one who is supposed to be hurt right now.
Is this nigga serious? He talking about this shit like… like it wasn't nothing. Like Sasha isn’t my fucking sister!
Tears instantly formed in my eyes as I couldn’t hold my contentment anymore.
Everything blacked out and I went to wailing on Jaylen. You motherfucking bitch! I said.
BOP BOP BOP
How fucking dare you???!? How could you fuck my sister!??!?!??! After everything that we’ve been through. After everything I’ve done for you and proved to you that I’m worthy? I continued to wail on him as I screamed and cried like I’ve never done before. He didn’t even move a muscle. He sat there and allowed me to take out all of my anger and frustration on him. His eyes were filled with tears as he looked at me with so much guilt. I couldn’t believe that the man I thought was my everything betrayed me like this.
Hailey, Hailey baby… I… I’m so sorry mama I swear on my soul I am. I don’t know what the fuck got into me man. Foreal.
Man, Sasha been hitting on me from jump I swear! Remember the Christmas party your moms and nem threw last year at the big house in New York? Well, this was the first time I had even met Sasha. I made my way to the bathroom and she was there too. I guess coming out or whatever so, we locked eyes and she gave me this look. I knew right then. I knew it was wrong to even look at her with any type of lust, but to be honest Hailey, I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t thinking that day and I wasn’t thinking this entire time up until now. I guess whatever look I gave her made her think she could have her way with me. My dumbass fell for it. I don’t even know how I let it get this far.
I instantly stopped crying and took a step back from Jaylen. I squinted my eyes and cocked my head because I’m trying to figure out if im really hearing what the fuck I am hearing.
I sat down on the big king sized bed and tried to wrap my head around what I just heard. Wait a second, are you telling me that since the Christmas party last year, you’ve been fucking my little sister? Is that what you’re telling me???
Man, Hailey don’t say it like that. Like, like she some little girl or something. Like I’m a predator or something.
Nigga, shut the fuck up! She is my little sister!! She’s 4 years younger than me. I don’t care if she’s of age. I mean, if you wanted a little young bitch you could’ve just said that from jump and saved me the mother fucking headache!
I mean, this shit just don't make no sens-
Knock, knock. We were quickly interrupted by the sound of the knocks on the door. Room service! The woman on the other end of the door yelled.
Finally, I said. I’m fucking hungry and I have a major headache, I said. I am just at a loss for words Jaylen, I really am. I walked over to the door and greeted the beautiful oriental woman that was staring back at me with a smile that instantly turned into worry as she saw my face. She looked over at Jaylen, and looked back at me. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. The look on her face said it all. I’m sure she could feel the tension and see the brokenness on my face. But, she just allowed me to take the rolling cart from her and said, enjoy your stay. She stuttered and her voice cracked as she spoke. I looked at her and mouthed the words, “Don’t worry, I’m okay.” Hopefully to give her some peace of mind. Lord knows I didn’t need her calling the cops for domestic violence. Hell, I’d end up being the one being hauled off.
Her smile then reappeared and she nodded almost in a bow motion, and took off down the long hallway of the hotel.
I closed the door and rolled my cart near the bed so I could eat. I don’t even have the stomach for it, but I’m starving. Before I pass out from what I am dealing with, I need to eat.
I took a deep breath and sighed extremely hard. I just didn’t really know what to think. I popped open my champagne and poured a glass. I opened the tray and saw the beautiful lamb chops and instantly my stomach began to growl. I may not even want this right now, but my body sure did.
I took the fork and knife and began to cut through the lamb chop, imagining it was Jaylen’s thirsty, young hoe loving ass.
I shook my head as I took my first bite. Jaylen, like on some real shit, I am not comprehending what I am hearing right now. I cannot believe you’ve been fucking my sister for damn near a year. I mean… truly I don’t want the details. But, you owe me the truth. I mean all of it, not half of it. So, I am all ears. I won’t interrupt you. I really just need to hear how this happened from start to finish. I need to know everything.
Jaylen gazed in my direction looking like a lost puppy. Nothing about him right now made me want to feel sorry for him. But, my lustfulness was very curious. He looked so good and I wanted him to do all the things to me I knew he could, in the worst way. I don’t get it. I’m so disgusted at him, but at the same time, I want to fuck the shit out of him too.
Get your fucking brain in check Hailey, I said to myself. This is not the time for this! I shook my head again and immediately took more bites of my food so that I didn’t look like a crazy person talking to myself in my head while staring back at this man. I knew I was not going to be able to stare at him for too long because then I’d start feeling more inclined to say fuck all this and allow myself to fall weak.
OK, I’ll start from the beginning.
Like I said this all started back in December. When we walked past each other, we knew what was up. She kept looking at me the entire party, I kinda knew what she had on her mind, but I was trying not to allow temptation to get my ass. Nothing happened that night, though. Once it was time for us to head up to the rooms, I went outside to smoke a blunt. You know how your parents feel about that shit, so I went around back, hoping nobody would see me. I’m vibing and shit minding my business and then I see a light come on from one of the rooms. It threw me off cause I thought everybody was asleep. But, when I took a second look I saw it was Sasha. She was looking at me through her window and she was standing there butt ass naked. I aint know what to think of it, but obviously I liked what I saw.
Jaylen shook his head and said, damn I’m a fucking idiot man.
With a mouthful of mashed sweet potato I snapped, OKAY FINISH THE FUCKING STORY JAYLEN.
My loudness startled him. I have never seen him in such an emasculated state. It seemed as if he was completely humiliated by the fact that he’s telling me this story. As fucked up as this is, I really needed to hear this. So I know exactly what to do next. Every detail matters and every detail will allow me to feel exactly what I need to feel to make a decision. Although, my heart didn’t want to even deal with Jaylen anymore at all. I knew that at the end of the day, a decision needed to be made and as dumb as it sounds, I still haven’t come to the conclusion of what I was going to do.
Bonus Part: Meet, Sasha
Man, I haven’t heard from Jaylen since last night. I know something must have happened. Who the fuck left that shit in his room? Hell, I know I didn’t! I had to play that shit off like I did because I didn’t want to ruin the night. I wonder if he’s fucking somebody else! I know I shouldn’t care. I know I’m the side bitch, but fuck. Hailey wasn’t in town. She always lets the world know when she touches down. It be all over her Instagram and everything. She hasn’t posted nothing in the last 2 days. So, it couldn’t have been Hailey. I mean, I don’t know. I texted her ass a few times but she hasn't responded. That's not unusual for her though, so I'm tryna keep my cool for now.
I paced back and forth as I contemplated on snorting the line that I had on my table. I’d been clean for a while and hadn’t had a relapse ever since me and Jaylen started fucking around. Call me crazy but, his dick game is so crazy, that I haven’t even needed to do a line. I’ve been so wrapped up in him that I haven’t thought about getting high, but after not hearing from him for over 12 hours, I was starting to get that itch. How the hell did I become dependent on my sister’s man? The crazy thing is, I don’t even feel that bad about it. We can’t all win. That bitch has the job of her dreams, she’s making good money, she has a nice ass car, she’s beautiful as shit. Fuck, she gotta have the good man too?!
I was never the one that niggas wanted. It was always her. I was bigger growing up and I used to get made fun of a lot and that shit sent me straight down the dark path of drugs and prostitution. Nobody in the family knew I had a coke addiction nor did they suspect I was selling my body in the late hours of the night. They thought I was just working out, eating right, and hanging out with friends. But, nah. That wasn’t the case. I had such low self esteem that I didn’t really know what to do with myself at the time. All I knew was that I wanted to be noticed. I wanted to be touched and loved. No one had ever made me feel good about myself and my entire childhood and into my teenage years, I was depressed as fuck. Not to mention, always having to be around Hailey’s perfect ass. Everyone always loved Hailey. She was the pride and joy of the family. Everyone seemed to really enjoy being around her and they hated being around me it seemed like. When people would see me, they’d get the look of disappointment. Like I wasn’t good enough to be Hailey’s sister. My parents didn’t have it that well when we were growing up. We weren’t poor, but we weren’t well off either. It wasn’t until my mom left my dad and got married to a new nigga that shit started to change, and not for the better. It just got worse. Not only was I the fat sister, but I was the fat and unattractive sister around a bunch of bougie motherfuckers all the time. Mama’s new man was an insurance broker. He had money to blow, foreal. I really wasn’t too fond of dude, but, the money was nice. Hailey was already 18 by this time. So I had a few years to enjoy the nice house and nice things. My mom called herself trying to send me to a fat camp for a summer. Man, that shit did not go as planned. It’s because she did this, that I really lost my mind. I just knew that I was worth nothing. My own mama couldn’t even stand the sight of me. She treated me like dog shit until I was 18 and I was able to get out on my own and that is when things really took a turn in my life. I started going to clubs, drinking a lot, and getting mixed up with the wrong people. Needless to say, hanging with these people is how I developed my drug addiction. They hooked me on to coke and I loved it from the first moment I allowed that white powder to enter my system. From then, it was over. I stopped eating so much, I was losing weight left and right. My mama was so happy and it made me happy to see her finally accept me. Little did she know what all I was doing to get this figure that she always wanted me to have. I still don’t see how she didn’t notice how high I was all the time. But, looking back, it doesn’t seem like she cared very much. All she wanted was to make sure that I was not an embarrassment to her anymore. She started wanting me around more and I got the feeling of approval that I never had. That shit felt good and it was the best few years of my life having my mama look at me in a positive light. Then recently, I met Jaylen at our family Christmas party in New York. Things really started to look up for me from there. It didn’t matter to me that he was my sister's man. He made me feel good about myself and with him, I felt like I had the world in my back pocket. Yeah, I knew I was a side bitch, but that was better than not being noticed at all. I don’t even know where I expected this shit to go. I mean, there was no way we could go public. Everyone in my family would hate me forever. But a part of me did not give a rats ass what any of them felt like or thought. I wanted him to myself, and I was going to do anything to keep him by my side.
The line of coke sat there screaming my name. It just knew that I was about to fall weak. I really didn’t want to do it, but, to be honest with myself, I’m weak minded as fuck. And I know it. I don’t even care. I am who I am, and this is my life. I was trying to convince myself that I had no type of restraint so that I wouldn’t feel so bad for doing this line. If I could blame it on my weak mind, then it seemed like I was the victim. All my life I’ve made myself the victim and now it just seems as if this shit is second nature for me. I didn’t want to trail back to who I used to be, but fuck it. What do I got to lose right now?
Snnnnuffff, WHEW! I shouted as I rubbed my nose really hard. Fuck, it’s been a minute. I blinked my eyes really slow and hard because the heat of the cocaine was a little much for me being that it had been so long. Man, that shit felt so good. I did another line. Then another. Then, one more.
Within seconds I started to feel like my old self again and for some dark reason, it made me feel good.
Nothing was going to stop me from doing what I needed to do to get my man back on my ass. He’s never gone this long without sending me a message, ever. Hell, we may not be able to talk on the phone all the time, but he always checks in. Fuck this shit! Ima figure out what the fuck is going on!
I grabbed my phone as hard as I could, as the drugs started to react in my body, taking me to a place of rage.
I unlocked my phone and dialed Jaylen's number from my recent call history.
Pick up baby, please.
Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up GODDAMNIT! Pick up motherfucker!!! Shit!!
I dialed him once more and still, he allowed it to go to voicemail. My blood began to boil instantly as I threw my phone across the room and it hit the wall.
I got up and paced back and forth, wondering what my next move would be.
I looked in the mirror at myself. Big brown hair that was ruffled from the night I had and my eyes were blood shot red. I began to cry and punched the mirror so hard, my fist began to bleed instantly.
To be continued.
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