Billie.
I swear, I could kiss the cleaning crew for the work they did today. The house was always spotless, but those high-ass chandeliers and ridiculously tall curtains were out of my league. Now everything sparkles like a showroom, and dinner is fresh and ready. The only thing missing? My husband.
Lexus still hasn't told me when he'll lift the lockdown and curfew. It's been three days. Three days of waiting to let loose with Riana. At this point, I might start climbing the walls just for fun.
When he finally walks through the door, I expect some kind of greeting, but nope. He showers, then heads straight to the gym.
Something's off. Really off.
I've seen Lexus irritated before. I've seen him frustrated. But this? This is different. The way he's punching the life out of that bag makes me think it personally insulted his entire bloodline.
His knuckles are taking a beating, and honestly, if that bag had skin, it would be black and blue and needing therapy.
