Page 36 of Love Blitz


Font Size:  

She licked her lips and walked up to me. Her hand cuffed my balls and she said, “I think you’re right.”

I bit the side of my mouth. “Fuck,” I screamed. “Why couldn’t we have met at the beginning of the summer?” I leaned into her neck and nibbled her earlobe. “The things I would have done with you.” I reached down to her waist and pulled her robe closed. “Come walk me to the door, beautiful.”

“Okay.” Her voice sounded deflated, and I would have stayed to inflate it again, but she asked, “Will you be back?”

I smacked my lips. “Will I?”

She grinned and said, “Good,” before opening the door. She stood on her tippy toes and kissed my lips. “I’mma hold you to it.”

“Gianna?” A man’s voice sent a shiver up my spine. I stiffened with Gianna still in my arms as I turned.

ChapterSeventeen

Gianna

“Who the hell is this?” Angelo sounded like an attack dog, ready to sink his teeth.

“Angelo Isaac?” Shawn had a broad smile on his face. He stretched his hand out like he wanted to shake Angelo’s.

I clutched my robe closed and stared at him. “What are you doing here?”

Angelo moved me to the side. Standing between me and Shawn. “You know this dude?” he sneered at Shawn’s outstretched hand. “You rolling up trying to shake my hand?” he scoffed. “Tell me this is your brother or some shit.”

“No,” I said firmly. “He’s not.” A hand went over my face. “He’s my ex.”

“Wait.” It was Shawn’s voice of confusion I could hear. Whenever he got lost in one of my stories, he’d say the same thing.Wait.He’d want me to start over and explain again. Not because I didn’t explain it well the first time, but most times because he wasn’t listening. “You fucking my girl?”

I could feel Angelo’s back shudder as he said, “Your girl?” His legs stretched open, and his arms flexed. “Better question, why areyouhere?”

It was the answer I wanted too. The one Shawn ignored, and Angelo was kind enough to repeat. Still, Shawn didn’t respond. Instead, he took to trying to claim me. “Two weeks ago, she was wearing my ring.”

“Two weeks ago,youfucked up. Unless, I misunderstood. You fumbled the ball, my guy. You have no claims to her anymore.”

“Gigi.” Shawn tried to look over Angelo’s shoulder. He was a few inches shorter than Angelo, and thinner. He wasn’t getting around Angelo, even if he tried. “We need to talk.”

“Talk?” Angelo wasn’t budging. “The fuck you got to say now? Two weeks later, bruh? You should get the fuck on.”

I wanted to say the same thing. I could have co-signed what Angelo said, let his words speak for me. But somewhere deep down, I needed to end what me and Shawn had. Last time we spoke, I wasn’t open to hearing anything after the words, “I slept with someone.” It was me who could have said, ‘wait,’ because my ears were not open to hear anything else. I stopped listening and finally walked away.

Through tears, and an ache in my chest, I called my sister and told her the wedding was over. She managed telling the wedding party, my family. Thankfully, there wasn’t anything I needed to speak to Shawn about. He wasn’t involved in the planning. It wasn’t him who made the calls for any of the vendors in the first place. I didn’t need his help canceling them.

Someone along the way must have relayed the message that our summer wedding was over to our guests. That#aislebelovingvictorswas no more. I didn’t care to follow up with Shawn to make sure he knew. Or that his parents’ got reimbursed for their flights. That he and his groomsmen called the tuxedo shop. The minute he uttered the words, “I slept with someone,” he was no longer my concern.

“Gianna.” Shawn sounded like a spoiled child. One begging for his favorite toy. “Say something.”

I stared at him and didn’t recognize the man I loved for three years. The man I expected to see at the end of the aisle wasn’t the one standing in front of my door. The illusion that everything would be wedded bliss no longer evaded me. Still, I turned to Angelo, placed a hand on his cheeks and said, “Hey, I’m good. But I should talk to him.”

Angelo stared into my eyes, then kissed my forehead and said, “You’re right. You were about to marry him.” I saw the browns of his eyes darken. “Let me get out the way.” He shoved passed Shawn and I didn’t stop watching him until he was in his car, out the driveway, and down my street.

“Shawn.” I tugged on my robe a little tighter. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen every inch of my skin before. Not like my nipples weren’t his favorite thing at one time. Like he hadn’t traveled the trail from my chest to my panty line more times than I could count. That wasthenthis isnow.“What do you want? Why are you here?”

He scoffed and shook his head. “Are you really standing here asking me that?”

I tilted my head to the side. While narrowing my eyes, I repeated, “Shawn, why are you here? I haven’t seen or heard from you in two weeks.”

“You would have heard from me if you hadn’t blocked my number. I’ve called. Several times.”

Blocking Shawn’s number wasn’t something I did. In the agony of everything else, it wasn’t something I thought to do. Between Georgia and Tatiana, one of them must have done it. “It doesn’t matter, honestly. You cheated on me.” The words didn’t feel as heavy as they did when he told me. That week when I holed myself up in the house, those same words felt like a doctor telling me a life-ending prognosis. “In case canceling our wedding didn’t make it clear, I have nothing left for you.”

Source: www.allfreenovel.com