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“Yes.” I felt butterflies forming in my stomach as I snuggled into him, thinking the next stop would be our bedroom. Instead, Jeff’s phone rang, and the small connection we had was interrupted as he answered it with me in his lap.
“Hello? Hey, yeah. What’s up?” Jeff listened to the other person speaking, and his eyes lit up. “Right now? Oh hell yes, I’m in. Give me twenty minutes. I’m on my way.” He hung up the phone and went to stand quickly, knocking me out of his lap and onto the floor.
“Hey!” I argued.
“Sorry, babe. Just got a call from 5-90 club. They need a last-minute DJ, and Cassie gave them my name.”
“Cassie? Who’s Cassie?”
“Another local DJ,” he explained. He looked at me, and a wicked smirk fell against his lips. “Now who’s jealous?”
“What? I’m not…” Okay, maybe a little. But he didn’t have to throw that in my face. He knew everything about Damian and the situation. I’d never heard the name Cassie fall from his lips, not once, but I didn’t want to fight. Not with everything going on. “You’re going now?”
“Yeah. It’s a big opportunity for me. For us, I mean. I gotta go spin.”
“Wait, we still need to talk. Especially about that new equipment you have, and—”
“Stella. Not now. I lost out on money last night, and I can’t again today. Can you chill with the overthinking for a moment?”
I got quiet.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let me guess. You’re going to be pissy now.”
“What? No. It’s just… I feel like we’re having a disconnected moment.”
“That’s just because you’re too sensitive and overthinking this. We’re fine, baby. I forgive you for overreacting.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek before he hurried out of the space and went to collect his things.
Was I overreacting? Was I too sensitive?
He’s right. I’m overthinking it all.
Once he finished, he came out and found me still sitting on the living room floor where he dropped me. He walked over to me and kissed my forehead. “Wish me luck.”
“Luck,” I muttered.
“I’ll see you in a bit, all right? And I’m not kidding, still. Set up a dinner meeting for Damian and me. I want to make my presence known.”
“Okay. Love you,” I called out.
“You too,” he replied, slamming the front door behind him.
14
Damian
That’s him?
That’s the boyfriend?
I’m sorry, but…
What the actual fuck?
How did someone like Stella end up with someone like him?
I couldn’t comprehend how someone as gentle and bubbly could end up with someone like Jeff. He was the poster child for a spineless dick who walked all over women and broke them down just so he could feel an inch bigger and better than the loser he truly had been.
It didn’t make sense in my mind. Sure, Stella had no choice in choosing me as her husband due to the arrangement, but I was beyond baffled that her choice would lead her to a man like Jeff. Her standards weren’t even at ground level. They were completely underground. The bar was in hell, and Jeff set it on fire.
