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“Where were you tonight?”
I stepped back; this was it. “Club R.”
Her eyes widened, tears pooling at a rapid rate. “Club Rendezvous? Why? Why would you go there?” She sniffled, then her breathing hitched, and I knew she smelled the perfume mixed with smoke. “Will…” She reached for my collar where Cori had smeared a tiny bit of red lipstick.
I stood there like a guilty, cocky son of a bitch.
Miranda’s skin turned blotchy as tears cascaded down her face. My fucking heart shattered when she took several steps away from me, shaking her head no.
“Who is she?”
“I’m tired. Let’s go to bed.” I reached for her hand. Somehow, I had to defuse this fucking situation.
“Who is she?” she yelled. It was then I noticed she was fully dressed in shorts, a shirt, and sandals. How did I miss that before? “Talk to me, dammit!”
“She’s nobody. Just someone I danced with and talked to.”
“And kissed!”
I didn’t deny it, as Cori had directed, even though it just about killed me.
“I won’t do this. I won’t allow this kind of disrespect!”
“What are you going to do about it? You’re never home!” And I’d lowered the boom.
She shook her head, lip trembling. I wanted to grab her and hold her close and tell her the truth. If I could just tell her everything. Then I’d apologize for lying to her and raising my voice, but I couldn’t.
“I want you to stop this bullshit. No more Club R and no more hanging out with Jason. If you want to be with me, you’ll stop screwing around.”
“You don’t own me.”
She gasped, hand on her chest. My pulse hammered in my ears as she stared perplexed for the longest moment of my life. I couldn’t read her, and it fucking scared the shit out of me. “You’re absolutely right.”
I turned away, heading to the bedroom like Cori had said to do so I didn’t crumble under the weight of my guilt. What I didn’t expect was hearing the garage door slam shut.
I ran out as she was putting the car in reverse.
I gripped the door handle, but it was locked. “Miranda! Don’t leave! We’ll talk! Let’s talk now.” Panic had overcome my logic. Screw the plan, I couldn’t let her go. “Please, baby, please don’t go!”
She shook her head, bawling her eyes out as the car crept down the driveway. I wouldn’t release her door handle. I held onto it for dear life in the street. The car inched forward, gradually picking up speed. I ran alongside, holding onto the handle until finally, I couldn’t keep up.
Gasping and heaving, I emptied my stomach onto the pavement. She wasn’t supposed to leave. It wasn’t part of the plan.
Her leaving wasn’t part of the fucking plan!
