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ask who’s calling?” I replied, trying my best to remain cool. The last thing I wanted to do was to let this chick think that I was the least bit upset or jealous at the fact that she was calling Bishop’s ass this time of the night. When you find out that your man has another bitch on the side, you gotta play the game with those hoes. You can’t let them see you sweat. You’ve got to act as if you aren’t fazed by them calling. If anything, play the role and be cordial, because, remember, bees are attracted to honey.
    “Can you tell him Chrissy called,” she told me.
    “Sure. I can do that,” I assured her.
    “Alright. Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome,” I said.
    Then, as soon as I was about to disconnect our call, she interrupted me and said, “Excuse me.”
    “Yeah, what’s up?” I asked.
    “Um . . . never mind. Thank you,” she replied and then she hung up.
    By the time our call ended I was in my bedroom sitting on the edge of my bed. After I pressed the end button, I placed Bishop’s cell phone next to me on the bed and wondered what the hell I got myself into this time around. At that moment, I really couldn’t paint the full picture, but I knew it was a matter of time before I would be removing myself from this situation. And best believe that I would be compensated for my pain and suffering too. It didn’t matter if I took it or he gave it to me freely. So, I guess, time would tell.
     
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    In Over My Head – Chapter Four
    The following morning, I was awakened by Bishop’s numerous telephone conversations and instead of getting up to start my day I laid there and eavesdropped. The first call I heard him make had to be Keisha because he sure did a lot of explaining about why he hadn’t answered his phone when she called. The second call he made I assumed was one of his employees because I heard him literally spit fire through the receiver and threaten the person that if they hadn’t taken care of what he instructed them to do, then it was going to be their ass on the chopping block. And during that conversation he also instructed that person to go back and make sure they did a thorough cleaning. “Yo’ I swear, if that spot isn’t squeaky clean, then we’re gonna have some major fucking problems!” Bishop roared through the phone. “And the next time you wanna talk to me don’t call me on this phone, hit me up on the throw away phone.” he continued and then he ended the call.
    Several minutes later, I heard him make another phone call. But that call only lasted sixty seconds. And before I realized it, Bishop had burst into the bedroom and startled the hell out of me. He literally stood over top of me and screamed like his damn mind was going bad. I opened my eyes and saw the anger in his face.
    “Haven’t I told you not to answer my motherfucking phone?” he roared.
    “Yeah, why?” I replied, knowing exactly where he was going with this conversation.
    “Well, then, why the fuck you answered it while I was asleep last night?” he continued.
    “I tried to wake you up,” I lied. I needed a defense and I hoped that the lie I had just told would work. Unfortunately for me, it didn’t. Bishop was not letting the matter go. He felt the need to chastise me because I caught his ass in the wrong. Not only that, it took the spotlight off him from the night before when I caught his ass standing outside the apartment talking and grinning from ear to ear with his new chick. But it was cool. I was a big girl so I knew what to do for his ass.
    “Look, Lynise, I don’t give a fuck if I’m in a coma, don’t touch my cell phone anymore. Do you understand me?” he asked me.
    “Yeah, I understand,” I assured him.
    Without saying another word, he stormed back out of the bedroom. And seconds later, I heard the front door open and then I heard it slam shut. “And fuck you too!” I mumbled.
    Unable to go back to sleep after Bishop’s tirade, I grabbed my