The Upper East Side of Manhattan was where Kareem Bezel called home with LaToya Eala. He lived at the intersection of Madison Avenue and 86th Street on a lovely tree-lined street. The area was home to P.S. 6, the number one ranked public school in New York City and number two in New York State. There was no doubt that the twins would be attending there. He had access to the Madison Avenue subways which gave him easy access to his midtown office, where he continued to design some of the most fashion-forward streetwear in the fashion business. Kareem found a parking space and parked. Toi hopped right out of the car and did not wait for him to open the door.
“Don’t be an ass, Toi. Why do you continue to...You know what, never mind. It’s nearly five a.m. and I have better things to deal with.”
“More important than me?” It was such a dizzy question and a very loaded one.
If his look could have killed, she’d be dead right there on 86th Street like a bullet had pierced her brain and mangled it. Kareem passed on offering her a reply and headed up the stairs to his brownstone. He was somewhat glad to get out of the high rise apartment that he lived in. There were too many ill memories, and had he stayed, Toi may have found herself thrown through a window.
He opened the front door and was greeted by a home full of passion and unparalleled attention to every detail—timeless grandeur in a first home. Sharing the affluent space was a giant Siamese cat named Goldie.
The entire home was inspired by the Louis XV style of French decor, and many pieces were bought at a Sotheby’s auction. Many hard surfaces were covered in richly veined marble and inlay work in exotic woods, mother-of-pearl and ivory. Raheem even had iPads in every bedroom to control everything from the TV to the lights. And to top all of that, if that was at all possible, 24-carat gold-plated Sherle Wagner designed sinks and fixtures were in all 3 1/2 baths of the four bedroom home.
Kareem went directly to his bedroom and fell into the luxury of the bed. He kicked his sneakers off and his shirt went next. If this bitch slams another door. He stood up and stretched. God give me the strength to do this for the sake of my babies. After undressing and throwing on pajama bottoms, he turned on the TV and caught a small dose of the CNN News before he rolled over to sleep. Toi was nowhere in sight and he was pissed. He was so angry he had trouble falling asleep. He hated to go to sleep mad at Toi, but finally he did.