Cheaper to Keep Her Part 3 by Kiki Swinson Read Free Book Online Page B

didn’t need and then leave before I got back. What kind of inconsiderate shit was that?
    I wasted no time getting Bishop’s ass on the phone. His phone rang twice before he answered it. “What’s up?” he said.
    I didn’t want to come off strong or cause an argument, but I knew my tone had to be stern. I needed to let him know that I didn’t appreciate the way he played me. “Are you coming back to the house?” I asked him.
    “Yeah, later. Why?”
    “Because you sent me to the store to get those things you had on the list but when I came back you weren’t even here,” I replied. I sighed so he’d know that I was more frustrated than angry.
    “I had to make a quick run. But I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he replied nonchalantly.
    “Yeah, a’ight,” I said as I ended the call.
    I stormed out of the kitchen after I hung up with Bishop. The fact that he had no regard for my feelings made my blood boil and I felt the need to do some more snooping. There was something he was trying to hide from me and the only two things that came to mind was money or dope. Bishop didn’t know me that well. I was going to find out which one it was.
    The first place I searched was the bathroom. I took the lid off the back of the toilet, I looked underneath the sink in the bathroom, I searched through all the contents of the cosmetic drawers and then I looked through the dirty clothes hamper. Shit, nothing. I found absolutely nothing.
    The next place I searched was the hall closet. Bishop had a few boxes of his things stacked on top of each other, but I didn’t touch them. I could tell he hadn’t moved them. I could also tell he hadn’t moved the two storage containers stacked on the shelf and since I knew there weren’t any secret storage place inside the closet I closed the door and headed into my bedroom.
    From the moment I crossed the threshold into my room, I could tell that Bishop had been in here. The mattress on my bed was moved. I could tell because the flat sheet was no longer tucked completely between the mattress and box spring. I learned in jail how to make and tuck your sheets the way the military does, which was exactly the way I had it before I left the apartment. I rushed over to that side of the bed and struggled to lift up the king size mattress. I grunted, struggling to hold up the mattress while looking to see if Bishop hid money or dope under the big ass mattress.
    When I realized he hadn’t, I let that heavy ass mattress go and watched it as it flopped back down on the box spring. I was breathing really hard because I was tired. That mattress was heavier than I thought. But that didn’t stop me from continuing my search. I stood by the bed and wondered why the mattress was moved when there was nothing out of place but the sheets? Then it hit me. Bishop wanted me to find the bed messed up to throw me off track. I kind of smiled inside. That motherfucker didn’t trust me and that was cool with me. I wasn’t going to disappoint him. So I continued my search.
    I began to look around the room. The thing I noticed was my perfume bottles on the dresser were moved. I always positioned them three inches apart from each other and I made sure all the bottles were faced forward. Now they weren’t the way I left them. I rushed towards my dresser because the only reason Bishop would have to rearrange my perfume bottles were because they fell down. And the only reason they would fall down was because he opened up one of the three drawers on the right side.
    I didn’t waste another second as I opened the top dresser drawer that stored my socks and footies and noticed he hadn’t stuck or tried to hide anything in there. Next, I opened the second drawer with all my bras and panties in them and realized he hadn’t hid any money or drugs in there either. For some reason, I knew my bottom drawer might be the hideaway spot I was looking for, because it stored all my lingerie and I had a lot of that.
    Before I