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Eighteen
Strike One
Byron
Damn it all to fucking hell!
Rushing down the stairs, Byron did his best to remind himself he’d never been in a place in his life where he felt the need to set boundaries for chicks. So, he never had. There’d been times he’d even appreciated unannounced booty calls.
Not tonight.
This was thelastthing he wanted tonight. Especially not after just having dinner with Savannah’s family, but especially not after being explicitly threatened that his ass would be grass if he did her wrong.
One look at Irma and he knew without a doubt she was here to finish what they hadn’t last night. Tonight. On the night he’d just gotten shit straight with Savannah and thankfully so. Because after the scene at the gym today he’d wanted to make sure she knew he wouldnotbe okay with her doing anything that might set him off again and have him losing his shit. It’s why he’d been so quick to make sure he got that straight. Now this!
“Fuck my life,” he muttered as he opened the door.
“Hey!” Irma said smiling broadly as she reached out to hug him.
Feeling like a dick, but having no other choice, he held her at bay and shook his head. “Can’t do this, Irma.”
Her face jerked back. “What do you mean? The game got boring, so we left, me and my cousin, that is. I figured I’d come back here, and you and I could go back to where we left off last—”
Byron closed his eyes when she looked up behind him and went silent suddenly. Her face turned back to him. “You have company? Is that it?”
“Yeah, I’m busy right now. I can’t—”
“Are you kidding me?” She got louder. “Does she know your bed is still warm from my naked ass?”
“Lower your fucking voice,” he said hushing his own words, even as he felt his heart spike. “You and I have never—”
“What is she sixteen? You fucking little girls now, Byron?”
“Shut the—"
“Look at her!” She pointed up again.
Taking a deep breath, Byron reluctantly turned up to look at the cracked open door of his apartment as his eyes locked with Savannah’s. He was only locked in her eyes for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity before she closed the door.
He turned back to Irma feeling a fire inside him. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I don’t mess with minors.”
“She sure as hell looks like one.”
“I don’t give a shit what she looks like to you,” Byron spat back feeling his insides flare with every inference she made regarding Savannah. “All you need to know about her is she’s theonlyone who belongs up there now.”
Her eyes went wide as she jerked her face back. “Is that right? So, just this morning it was okay for me to be lying naked in your bed, and suddenly you’re in a committed relationship?”
“Something like that.” He squeezed the door he was still holding open. “So, now that you know, I need to get back to her.”
“You’re a fucking asshole!”
“You can feel however you want, Irma.” He lifted and dropped an indifferent shoulder. “Just go do it somewhere else.”
“Yeah?” She leaned into the doorway getting loud. “Did you tell her about—”
“Look!” He startled her as he stepped out suddenly, slammed the door closed behind him and spoke through his teeth. “I’m sorry shit changed so fast I didn’t get a chance to give you a heads up, but it did. But now you know and I sure as fuck am not gonna stand here and allow you to do or say anything to upset her. I know you’re still on probation. So, unless you want me calling the cops on your ass, I suggest you get the hell out of here.”
If a glare could kill, he’d be six feet under already. “Go fuck yourself.”
