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Although I laugh, she isn’t lying. Gabriel has been good. Not only did he buy me a house and keep my bank account full, I don’t even pay the bills. Fem explained that everything would be taken care of, and she meant it.
“You have a point. He’s definitely doing his part.” I twirl the end of one of my small knotless braids around my finger.
“You know what I think the problem is?”
Leaning forward, I grab my mug off the table in front of me and take a sip. “What?”
“Every time I ask you about that night, you downplay it. You say it was nothing. That he’s just some dude you met. Yet, your face lights up every time you talk about him. I think you like this guy and don’t want to admit you really want more with him.”
I scoff, opening and closing my mouth a few times as I try to come up with a response that will refute her claim.
The night I had with Gabriel was life changing. I won’t lie. I felt a connection with him unlike any I’ve ever felt with anyone else. We were like two broken shards of glass that somehow miraculously fit together.
However, although much about that night is wrapped in a withdrawal induced fog, I am aware that it wasn’t the romantic evening my brain wants to make me believe it was. Yes, the way he smelled was real. The rough pads of his fingers brushing against my skin and the growl in his voice when he spoke were definitely real.
The way he truly listened to me and called me on my bullshit wasn’t a delusion. The way he spent most of his night protecting me even before he walked into that room with Nic, all of that was real.
But it was also real that Gabriel wasn’t stable. The dark look in his eyes before he killed wasn’t something I made up. It was the same look he gave me numerous times throughout the night. Reminding me that I was going to be one of his victims.
Gabriel is a dangerous man. A beautiful one, but dangerous no less. No matter how good he’s been to me, he and I would’ve never worked. This is as close of a relationship I can have with him.
“It was a good night,” I admit, lifting my shoulder and dropping it lazily. “But no, I don’t want anything more with him than what we have. I got the best thing I could out of that night, which is my son. I’m content with that.”
I bring my mug up to my lips and take a sip feeling confident in my reply to her.
“Okay, I’ll take your word for it. But I know that if Mr. Mysterious showed up at your doorstep tonight, you’d be popping that underused pussy for him by the morning.”
I spit out my tea and snort. I swear this girl has no filter.
Rolling my eyes, I lean forward and place my drink back down. “First of all, my stuff is not underused.”
“Your toys do not count,” She chuckles taking a sip of her wine before continuing. “Speaking of…”
“Ugh,” I groan lying my head on the back of the couch before looking back at the screen. “No Trina. No more blind dates. I still haven’t recovered from the last one.”
“I don’t understand why you and Chris didn’t work.”
“Girl, he showed up to the date in a full face of makeup better than mine.”
“First of all, that’s not hard to do, your entire makeup collection is just mascara and lip-gloss. Secondly, Chris is metrosexual. He takes pride in the way he looks.”
Shaking my head, I go on to explain. “Trina, Chris is gay. And the only person that doesn’t seem to know that, is you.”
“He is not.”
“He told me. And even if he hadn’t, I would have known when he gave the valet his phone number. He honestly thought you were playing a prank on him when you set up our date.”
She looks completely shocked by this information, despite Chris explaining that he’s never kept his sexuality from her. My friend can be a little self-absorbed sometimes.
“Hmm,” She hums as if she still doesn’t see it. “Well, this guy is definitely not gay, and I think you will like him.”
I doubt it.
“He’s a friend of James—”
“He’s old?” I nearly shout.
She pinches the bridge of her nose. “No, he’s not old. He’s only thirty-five, he has no kids, a PhD, and specializes in child psychology. He’s also 6’2 with gorgeous brown eyes.”
