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She groans. “Can’t.”
“Oh, yes, you can. I need to sleep, so you need to leave.” I don’t see the point in niceties. She got what she wanted, and so did I. Now, it’s time for the evening to be over.
Her eyes snap up and glare daggers at me. “Are you kicking me out? After that?”
“No, I’m telling you to leave on your own accord, so that I don’thaveto kick you out. I’ll call you a ride to take you home.” I turn for the bathroom to grab the clothes I left in there. When my back is to Kenzie, a pillow hits me in the head.
“You’re a dickass,” she says, then I hear her get out of bed.
Before I can grab my pants to find my phone, she’s in front of me and shoving me out of the bathroom. “I’ll get my own damn ride.”
She slams the door in my face, and I grin again. I thought I might regret this night, but maybe I won’t.
I hear the slamming of drawers and cabinets. “Or maybe I still will,” I murmur to myself.
I’m settled into bed by the time Kenzie exits the bathroom. “I assume you can show yourself out?”
She scoffs. “I assume you can go fuck yourself.”
She spins on one heel, and I watch her round ass sashay out the door. Her feet stomp down the stairs, echoing through the quiet house. The locks turn, and I hear her mutter something before slamming the door closed on her way out.
“Well, that was fun.” I decide to wait several minutes before getting out of bed to lock up behind her.
I sit up in bed so that I don’t fall asleep while the time ticks by. The room is now deathly quiet, and I don’t like the emptiness that returns.
I’d headed out to work, because I thought it was a good idea. I went to that bar, because I didn’t want to be in this house alone.
After bringing Kenzie into it, I’m even more uneasy about the quietness closing in around me.
I give my head a shake. No, this has nothing to do with that vixen and everything to do with the fact that I’ve just gotten home from a three-month stay in a foreign country. Plus, the lack of sleep.
I’m certain that after a good night’s rest and my first day at a new job that I’ll feel more like myself again.
I have to. There are people who depend on me. Like my sister, the workers of the shelter I’m on the board for, and now the thousands of employees at West-to-East, Inc. I can’t be anything other than perfect and in control.
Not now and not ever.
