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Chapter 30
Andre
His chest ached like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. Anger burned so hot inside him, his skin itched as he tightly gripped the steering wheel.
“Why!” He slammed his fist into the dashboard as searing pain shot up his arm.
Mia lied to me this whole time.He’d been the other man and not even known. Why does this keep happening to me? He should have gone with his first instincts. Now his friends would see he was right all along.
Somehow, he made it home.
Andre got out of his car, slamming the door. Glancing at the taut skin on his fist that was swelling quickly, he walked up his porch to the door.
“Dre?”
He whipped around. This is just not my fucking day. Can’t I get a break?
“Tiffany?” he barked.
The infant in her arms began to wail as she swayed and soothed him. It was another stab to the heart to see her holding the baby that was supposed to be his.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He didn’t have time for games.
Tiffany looked down, tears welling in her eyes as she answered, “He left me—he left us.”
“Well, you aren’t wanted here either.” He stuck his key in the door and turned it.
“Please, Andre. I made the biggest mistake treating you like I did. It wasn’t until I left that I saw you were the best thing that ever happened to me and I ruined it. I don’t know if you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”
He shook his head, annoyed. I can’t deal with this too.
“I just need a place to stay until my sister can get here from Virginia. I don’t have a penny to my name. I used the last dollar to come so my son can be safe for a night.”
“Guess you should have thought about that before you fucked another man behind my back for a year.” He got in his house and slammed the door. The baby outside started screaming again. Payback is a bitch. Stalking to the cupboard, he pulled out the bottle of Jack Daniel’s and took a big gulp, enjoying the burn of the whiskey. He drank it down until he had to come up for air.
Fuck.Revenge didn’t taste as sweet as he’d thought. Even he couldn’t be this heartless. What have I become?
He stalked to the front door before yanking it open. Tiffany was sitting on the edge of the porch, soothing the baby. She turned to him with watery eyes.
“One night.” He turned back to the house, her timid steps following behind. The door clicked shut.
“Can I lay him down in the guest room?” she asked.
He grunted and took another gulp from the bottle.
He lost track of time, focusing on the black label and dwindling amber liquid. Why couldn’t he numb this pain? Because you love her.
“Here.” Tiffany came in the room with a bag of frozen peas. “For your hand.” She placed the cool package onto his swollen knuckles. Rain pelted the roof as thunder rolled.
They sat in the silence as he nursed the whiskey.
“Is this because of me?” she asked.
His eyes snapped to hers. She’d showered and slipped on an oversized men’s T-shirt that he didn’t recognize. It only fueled his rage.
He shook his head.
“This isn’t you, Dre,” she whispered.
He laughed bitterly, the room spinning slightly. “She lied to me—just like you did. Only this time, I was the other guy and didn’t know it.”
“You met someone?”
He brought the bottle to his lips. “And now I need to forget that someone.” He took another gulp.
She leaned over, resting her hand on his knee. “Let me help.”
