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I looked at him. "Oh, you haven't seen the freak part yet, buddy," I warned him, holding Becca close to me. "Leave."
He promised he would see us again as he walked away, but I clarified that we would never see each other again.
"It should be in your prayer to never to see us again," I added, as a warning.
I took out some wipes from my purse and cleaned up Becca's face. She explained to me that he was her ex-boyfriend and a complete jerk. We left the restroom and made our way back to our table, where Becca started to loosen up again and forget about what had just happened. She said she didn't want the jerk to ruin her mood.
As the night went on, we danced to the music, letting the rhythm pulse through our veins. The club was a sanctuary where I could forget about the stress of my day and simply be myself. Despite the commotion, I was grateful to have a friend like Becca, who stuck by my side through thick and thin.
As I left the club, I felt renewed and refreshed. The thumping beat of the music still echoed in my ears, and I couldn't wait to return.
I watched Becca's cab pull away from the curb, and I felt a sense of relief mixed with anticipation. It was getting late, and I still had a lot to do at the apartment before heading home for the night. I was checking my phone to ensure my taxi was on the way when I saw a familiar car pull up in front of me. No way!
"What?" I exclaimed. You waited?
Anthony got out of the car and went around to open the passenger door for me. I hesitated for a moment, but then canceled the taxi and got in. As soon as Anthony settled back into his seat, I asked him, "Why did you wait for me? You didn't have to do that."
Anthony smiled at me and said, "I just wanted to make sure you were safe. I don't get to meet someone as interesting as you every day."
I wanted to roll my eyes at his response. Maybe I had been wrong about him all along.
"I didn't expect you to wait here. I could have found my way home," I said.
"But you might have been drinking," Anthony replied with a grin. "So, where to?" Anthony asked, pulling out of the curb.
"I have to pick up some stuff from my apartment and then head home," I replied.
"Home… You mean theotherhome?" he chuckled.
"Yes."
"No problem. I'll take you there," he said with a smile.
As we rode in the car, the only sounds that filled the air were the hum of the engine and the occasional honk from other cars on the road. I couldn't help but feel uneasy about the silence, and I found myself stealing glances at Anthony every few seconds. He seemed so calm, his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel as if he had done this a million times before.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he turned his face toward me and offered a small smile. I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter at the sight of his smile, and I quickly looked away, hoping he hadn't noticed the effect he was having on me.
As we continued down the road, my mind began to drift to darker thoughts. I had never had a man genuinely care about me before, not even my own father. Sure, my dad had all the money in the world, and he would give me anything I wanted, but that didn't mean that he cared about me. All he ever cared about was power and wealth—the same power and wealth that had cost him his two sons.
I sighed heavily, realizing that I had never truly felt cared for. I had been on my own for a very long time. And now, as I sat in the car with Anthony, I couldn't help but wonder if I was wrong about him. Maybe he wasn’t just like everyone else in my life, only pretending to care about me so that they could get something out of me.
My apartment came into view, the tall building standing amidst the dark sky. The city was quiet at this hour, with only a few cars passing by in the distance. As Anthony pulled over, I turned to him.
"I will be back in a few minutes," I said, opening the car door and stepping onto the pavement. The sound of my heels clicking on the sidewalk echoed in the empty street.
As I approached the building entrance, the warm lights illuminating the lobby welcomed me. The security man was half-asleep behind his desk, but he managed to wave back at me as I passed by. I headed towards the elevator.
The elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for my floor. The ride up felt like an eternity.
Finally, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened to reveal a long, brightly lit hallway. My footsteps echoed as I walked down the corridor, my eyes glancing at the door numbers until I reached my apartment.
As I unlocked the door and stepped inside, the familiar smells of my home comforted me. I walked around, packing my bags as quickly as possible, but my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Anthony. He kept filling up every space around me without even being present.
"Should I invite him in? There’s nothing wrong with a fling," I said aloud, trying to convince myself.
I finished packing my duffel bag and headed back out into the hallway. The elevator ride down seemed quicker than the one up, and before I knew it, I was back on the street, the cold air hitting me like a ton of bricks.
"That was fast," he said, looking at me with his warm, hazel eyes.
