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“What? You said we were pretending this would work when it wouldn’t because we were in two different income classes. You rejected me because I didn’t meet your financial standards. Those were your words.” Irritation overwhelmed me as I continued. “You never fucking take responsibility for anything you do. It’s always someone else’s fault instead of yours. You’re blaming my family for telling people shit you said to me and you can’t see how fucking selfish that is? But you know what? I had plenty of time to think about the shit you said to me before I left. Maybe you were right. Maybe we aren't right for each other. I spent years of my life blindly loving you and doing everything to make you happy and for what? You don’t appreciate shit! You’re just self absorbed and stuck in your own little world and think people are suppose to ask how high when you tell them to jump. I’m over that. I’m over you. And I know that even more now that I've met Ashton."
She scoffed. "You're in love with her or something?"
"I am," I answered with no hesitation. She looked at me in disbelief. "I'm in love with her, Kayla. I'm not going to lie; losing you hurt me to my soul. But why fight for someone who couldn't fight for me against her family? Who would want me to change who I am just so I won't embarrass you when you introduce me to your rich friends? I don't want to settle for that life.
"I want the girl that's cool with getting dinner at a Sonic drive-in, one who isn't afraid to throw on sneakers to go to an arcade. Someone who isn't uptight all the time and knows how to joke and have fun. I want someone like me, someone who can appreciate me for what I have to offer and not what they can turn me into."
Kayla looked away and wiped her eyes. "You should leave," she said, getting off the bed and rushing to the bathroom, slamming the door.
I sighed, walking over to the bathroom door, but paused when I touched the knob. This was typical of her. Anytime she disagreed with what I’d said, she’d run off, attempting to make me feel guilty about it and to settle for whatever made her happy. My days of running after her were over. I’d made it perfectly clear that I didn’t want to be with her and I wouldn’t allow her to guilt trip me into going back on anything I’d said. Instead, I put my hands in my pockets.
“Goodbye, Kayla,” I said, loud enough for her to hear me through the door. When she didn’t respond, I turned on my heels and left her room, officially closing that chapter of my life.
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I walked a few doors down and knocked on the door of the room my mom and sisters shared. “Come in, baby,” my mom said, looking around me at the rain pouring down outside. “It’s raining cats and dogs out there.”
I flopped down in a chair and rubbed my forehead. “This has been the absolute longest few days of my life,” I muttered.
My mother rubbed my shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby. So how’d it go with Kayla? Did she take the test?”
“No. She finally just told me she wasn’t pregnant.”
“Then what was the point of doing all that then?” Paris asked.
“Pretty sure she only made it up to trick Mama into letting her come with us,” Olivia mentioned.
“It wasn’t that simple. She claimed she needed me back to repair her reputation,” I muttered. “What’s this I hear about our breakup being in the news and shit?”
“Oh yeah…people heard that you ran off and no one knew where you were, so there was a lot of shit in the news and the papers about Kayla being the girlfriend from hell, a heartless woman, and that she ran you out of town with a broken heart. All the stories were in your favor though.”
I shook my head. “Then I’m glad I didn’t stick around,” I said with a light chuckle.
“So what happens now? Your roommate kicked you out and you don’t have money saved for a place,” Paris said.
I sat quiet for a moment. “I’m going to go back to the apartment and talk to her.” Everyone looked at me without saying anything. “And I’m finally going to tell her how I feel about her.”
“Good. I’m glad you’re actually admitting you love that girl. All of us could see that and we’d only been around you two for a few hours that day,” my mom said with a light laugh.
I looked over at her. “What do you mean you saw it?”
“Shea, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know you’re smitten with her. You do remember I sat next to you at Olive Garden, right? I saw how you held her hand under the table to keep her calm and how protective you were of her when Kayla got a bit rowdy. Not to mention the look on that poor girl’s face when Kayla kept going on and on about fiancée this and fiancée that. I knew then that whatever you two had going on was much more than a roommate situation.”
I sighed, unable to deny it and no longer wanting to. She touched parts of my heart from the moment I spoke with her as Natasha, even more so when we moved in together and I slowly got to know her. Unlike Kayla, I couldn’t imagine a life without Ashton even though we weren’t officially together. Even now I felt weird not sitting on the couch and cuddling through this storm while watching a movie. An unshakeable chill always covered my body, missing her warmth. I missed the way she looked at me when she was amused, her blue eyes twinkling as she laughed. I missed our meals on the couch. At this point, I’d happily eat TV dinners or Hot Pockets on the couch with her with no complaints. I just wanted to be close to her; I needed to be close to her.
After a while, Paris clapped her hands together. “So, are you going to sit and mope in the chair all night or are you gonna go get your woman?” she asked. I looked at the three women who smiled at me, signaling their stamp of approval.
“I guess I need to go get her,” I said and stood. They all walked over and gave me a tight hug.
“We’ll see you in the morning. If things don’t work out, you can always come back and crash with us. I think the couch has a pull-out bed,” my mother said.
“Let’s hope everything works out,” I murmured, hugging her once more before leaving their room. Lightning illuminated the sky as I ran to my truck in the rain, which came down harder than it was a few minutes ago. I started my truck and pulled my phone from my pocket, finding the number I was looking for. My heart beat a little faster as I stared at the number, my insecurities swirling in my mind. What if she hangs up? What if she doesn’t feel the same way? After everything that happened the other day, what if it’s too late?
“It’s better to try than to spend the rest of my life wondering what if,” I said to myself and pressed the number to call. I put the phone to my ear, eased out of the parking lot of the hotel, and headed for the highway.
“Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies. This is Natasha, what’s your fantasy tonight?” she asked. My heart ached to hold her. Even her voice sounded as sad as I felt. I took a deep breath, hoping this plan wouldn’t backfire on me.
“Hey there, sex kitten.”
