ADLEY

“Mykel?” I woke up at two in the morning to his call. I found missed calls and messages from him. I thought I was dreaming, hearing the constant playing of a song. I realized it was my ringtone.

After two days, it finally got into his freaking mind that he had a wife he left in New York.

“Baby, I wasn’t sure you would answer.” Really? That was the best excuse he could think of. There was also a hesitation in his voice.

“After two days, then you are about to drain my batteries. Why are you calling, Mykel?”

“Baby, I’m sorry, okay? I’m coming home. My jet is...