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Closing my eyes, I hang my chin to my chest, breathing in slowly, my mind wandering to the letter on my laptop.
This morning before all this shit started, I began drafting a letter to ‘G,’ telling her everything about Maxxy. That I was sorry I hadn’t written for a while, but I had fallen in love, and I wasn’t sure how to tell her. I then go on to say I’m not sure how to broach the subject of her to Maxxy, and if she has any advice on bringing that up, I would be grateful.
I poured my heart out because I felt like it was time.
Maxxy and I are in a great place, and I don’t want to jeopardize that.
But I don’t want to shut ‘G’ out completely and not tell her why I haven’t been around. ‘G’ has been a part of my life for six years, and I can’t stop writing to her cold turkey. I need to tell her what is going on. Hell, Maxxy is pretty chill. She might let me write to ‘G.’ Perhaps Maxxy can help me write my future letters.
Who am I kidding?
Maxxy will think it’s weird that I have been pouring my heart out to a woman I don’t know. So that’s why I’m asking for ‘G’s’ help on how to tell Maxxy, and I’m hoping ‘G’ can provide me with some advice.
My mind is rushing all over the place, but I know I can’t stay in this shower forever. So I wash myself now that my back feels less angry. Then I turn off the shower, move out of the alcove, and use the towel.
Looking in the mirror, I see the bruises on my face from the fight with Trap and the slight reminder of the abrasion from the FBI raid. I can’t help but let out a sigh. “You look like shit, old man,” I tell myself, repeating the nickname Maxxy gives me, even though I am only thirty-two.
Once I am fully dry, I turn to head back into the bedroom. I aim to crawl into bed, snuggle with Maxxy for the rest of the night, and completely relax.
I’m not going to get up or get dressed for anyone or any damn thing.
Loving this idea, I slowly open the bathroom door to enter the bedroom and quietly enter. I gently close the bathroom door behind me with a slight click, then turn to look at Maxxy, but I jerk my head back when I see she’s not in bed.
I glance around my room, spotting my door slightly ajar.She must have gone to get a drink or something.I move to shut the door so no one walks past and sees me naked, but as I edge past my desk, I spot my laptop open and on. Furrowing my brows, I spin it to face me, and my mouth opens wide when I spot my letter to ‘G’ in bold black and white letters.
“Fuck,” I murmur under my breath.
Maxxy doesn’t know anything about ‘G.’
I never said a word to her.
I’ve been hiding this part of my life from her for the past couple of months, and for her to find out this way is fucking shit. She’s probably angry as hell that I have this whole relationship with another woman behind her back and didn’t tell her.
“Fuck,fuck, FUCK!”I grunt, slamming my laptop shut and spinning to find some jeans.
I grab them from where they fell and jump up and down on one leg, trying to put them on as fast as possible. I’m moving so fast I almost fall over in my frantic movements. I don’t put shoes on. I just take off running once my jeans are pulled up.
I need to find her!
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Maxxy
My eyes read over the letter, my heart thumping in my chest so furiously as a trickle of sweat runs down my temple. I scroll reading in detail how he is telling ‘G’—tellingmeall about his relationship withme.How he is asking ‘G’ how to tellmeabout ‘G.’
My head is spinning!
I feel sick.
All this time.
All these years.
‘N’ is Hoodoo.
Hoodoo is ‘N.’
How the fuck did I not figure this out?
