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“I took a cab.”
“He told me.”
“What’re you wearing?”
“What?” she breathes into the phone, causing my dick to twitch.
“I miss you, baby, please let me come over.” I’m praying that she says yes to me. My hand squeezes up and down my shaft, and I picture her pink pussy covered by sexy white lace, while she lies there in bed just a few floors up from me. I start moaning into the phone, waiting for her to grant me approval so I can go to her and make everything right. Her breath coming through the phone adding to my desperate need.
“Did you take home one of those girls Kingston told me about?”
I instantly go limp in my hand. This escalated fucking quickly. Why the fuck is she acting jealous?
“What the fuck, Shay?” I tuck myself back in my jeans and close my eyes, using my free hand to pinch the bridge of my nose. I’m not in the fucking mood for this.
“He told me you were fighting off this bimbo with fake tits. Did you take her home?”
The jealousy in her voice makes me rethink my strategy. I can’t flip out on her.
“Baby, why would you think that? Why are you acting jealous right now?” I ask, exasperated, I’m starting to think there is more going on than the situation concerning Gwen. She wouldn’t be acting jealous because of something like that.
“Because you complained about us not having sex, isn’t that why you went out tonight? To find someone to give you what I can’t.”
“Honestly, I think you’re acting crazy. Where the hell is your mind? Damn it!” I yell into the phone. She’s going to make me lose my fucking sanity.
“Nothing, I’m sorry, I just need sleep. Can we talk later?”
“Yeah, sure, whatever.”
Standing up, I throw my phone hard on the bed. This is fucking bullshit. I can’t believe we are in this place, as much as I swore I wouldn’t admit it or let it happen, I don’t know if we are going to make it through whatever we’re going through, which I’ve yet to figure out. That was some over the top, unbelievable shit that just transpired. Shayla Donovan knows me better than that. How could she question me?
I take a scalding hot shower, letting it burn my skin. Tomorrow, I need to fix us.
Shayla
I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP last night. I miss Trey more than anything; not having him here with me all the time is like living without air. I’ve been dragging myself through the work day, scared to tell him what’s been going on and why I’ve been avoiding him, knowing that I need to do it soon, because I might lose him if I don’t.
My current customer comes out of the fitting room in a gorgeous new dress. Plastering the best fake smile I can on my face, I give her a compliment.
“I like it. We’re expecting our first child so I’m going to surprise my
husband tonight! I want to look stunning!” She shrieks excitedly while holding her tiny stomach. I blink back the tears and swallow hard, feeling like I was sucker punched in the heart.
My appointment last month, for my checkup, was not a good one. I went in fearing the worst and got it. The doctor said the tumors are still there. We discussed further options, and when we started talking about pregnancy, he told me that I am in the third percentile of ever conceiving. A three percent window of ever conceiving, which he said is not high—no shit. I’ve been doing my best to avoid Trey, too consumed with guilt to even be around him after that.
“I think that’s the one, I’ll be right back.” Walking out of the fitting room as fast as I can, the air in the room is thick, suffocating me. I didn’t miss the weird look she gave me when I didn’t even say congratulations and bolted out of there as if the room were on fire.
“Hey, Shay.” Standing at the register, I look over to Lana.
“Hey.” I make myself busy with an inventory count. She stays right next to me, and I can feel her eyes blazing into the side of my face.
“What’s going on with you? I haven’t seen you much lately. You’ve been avoiding me.”
I shrug, ignoring her question.
“Shay?”
Bending over, I grab a binder from under the cash wrap. I’m yanked by my arm and turned to face her. Catching me off guard, I jump.
