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"That's the bullshit you tried to sell me. You got that job in Hammond Hills and didn't trust me enough for a long-distance relationship."
"I had my reasons," she flirted, allowing her eyes to roam my body before taking a seat behind her mother's desk.
Being a Meraux came with lustful intentions from women who wanted her spot. The attention I garnered made her question herself at times and me too. I never stepped out on Ky, but I only sometimes handled those situations correctly.
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"House hunting."
"Hammond Hills wasn't the move you thought it was, huh?"
"What can I say? There's no place like home."
"The city welcome's you with open arms. Hit me if you need anything."
"Thank you."
Winking at Kyerra, a smile ruffled her mouth as she dipped her head. She didn’t want me to see the effect I still had on her.
"Gianni," Kyerra called out, pausing my stride. She hesitated, torn by conflicting emotions. She tapped her fingertips against the desk to keep her fragile control when she voiced, "Can I trust you now?"
"Hit me up sometime to find out." Tapping my hand against the door frame, I left Kyerra with the erotic thoughts I saw storming through her eyes.
The ball was in her court. If or when Kyerra did, I hoped she had worked on her confidence while in Hammond Hills. I was preparing to take over the empire. If she couldn’t handle being with me then, she damn sure wouldn’t now.
Marcel: Please call me back, Hailo.
Marcel: I'm worried about you. At least let me know you're okay.
Marcel: I'm sorry I hurt you, Hailo. Please call me back.
Marcel: Where the fuck are you? I've been calling you and your mom. What the fuck is up, Hailo?
Marcel: All this shit has me stressed. When can we talk?
Marcel: I know I disappointed you. I accept that, but please give me a chance to fix it. It didn't mean anything to me, I swear. I don't deserve it, but I'm asking for a second chance anyway.
Marcel: YOU know me, Lo. You're going to see another side. Pick up the phone.
Marcel: I'm sorry I spazzed. You don't deserve this, but I can't function without you, Hailo. Please talk to me. Let me know what you think.
A dull headache formed behind my brow at Marcel and his attitude. I knew audacity was at an all-time high, but he was beside himself. Marcel wasn't the victim. He brought this on himself and me, for that matter. I loved Marcel unconditionally and sacrificed so much of myself, only for him to break my heart. Dropping my phone, I nestled with my pillow to hide the tears in my eyes.
"Good morning, sunshine," My mother, Sadie, paused, hoping that after two weeks of silence, I would finally open my mouth and explain why I called off the wedding and had been hiding out at her house. "I made your favorite blueberry pancakes."
Sadie sat the plate on my nightstand before easing onto the edge of my bed. Brushing the hair out of my face, she wished she could take away my pain. I could see it in her eyes. Sadie was suffering, watching her only child in pain.
"Hailo, talk to me. Did that boy do something to you?" she asked, but I wasn't even sure where to begin.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"You have to do something, baby. Laying here in this bed isn't going to erase what happened," she reasoned, and I knew she was right. I wasn't in the mood to face reality.
Thankfully, there was a light knock on the door before it crept open, and Niyomi walked inside along with Denim.
"She still isn't talking?" she asked, and my mother nodded. It wasn't their first visit, but I intended to spend this one just like the others- laying in my bed trying to figure out where the red flags were and how I missed them.
"Can we have a moment alone with her?" Denim asked.
