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“Bathroom. Be back.”
I didn’t know he’d followed me out of the ballroom until I felt him grab my arm. He pulled me where I had been headed anyway, toward the restrooms, gently pushed me against a wall, and placing his hands on either side of my head, caged me in place.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on with you? Why you’re acting like this?” he asked, in a low voice.
His face was so close to mine, I started feeling antsy, and at the same time, couldn’t remove my eyes from his lips. My desire to taste them was overwhelming my senses. “Acting like what?”
“Rolling your eyes and scowling every time I look at you.”
“If that’s what you think I’m doing, stop looking at me.”
“I will when you stop looking at me and my date.”
“Your date,” I scoffed. “Whatever.”
“You’re pissed I came with a date?”
“What do you think?”
His eyebrows flew up. “I didn’t even know you’d be here.”
“So?”
He shook his head with this incredulous look on his face. “Shit, you made the rules, Doc. No contact, no friendship, no nothing while you’re still married. Did your divorce go through and you failed to inform me?”
“N-no.”
He brought his face even closer to mine. “Then what’s your issue?”
“My issue is you just gave up on me! Said okay, acted all cold toward me at Genesis and I was in a really bad place that day, and now you’re here with Sofia Vergara’s ass, just flaunting her in my face!”
“What was I supposed to do? Beg you, chase you, wear you down until you gave me another taste of that sweet pussy of yours?”
“Yes!”
“Why didn’t you just say so, Doc?”
My eyes widened. “What?”
“Why didn’t you just say so?” he asked, his words slow and deliberate. “You think I won’t chase your sexy ass?”
“I…I—”
“Have you changed your mind about being true to a nigga you’re divorcing?”
I sighed as he moved his hand from the wall beside my head to my cheek. “I don’t know. I just—I miss you. A lot. And-and my husband is pulling all these stunts, making these outlandish demands. He’s trying to take Genesis from me, or at least my half of it, and I’m stressed and it feels like I’ll never be free of him, but I can’t really move on until—”
“What’s his name?”
“My husband?”
“Yeah.”
“Robert. Robert Mattison. Why?”
“Because, I’m tired of you calling his bitch-ass your husband. Call him Robert or Mattison or anything but your husband. Fuck him! If you want me, if you want us, then let’s do this, but seriously, fuck him, Doc. He doesn’t deserve your fidelity.”
“I wish it was that easy, Zo. But it’s not for me.”
His lips finally met mine in a soft kiss before he backed completely away from me. “It’s as easy as you make it, Doc.”
“Zo—”
“Call me when you’re ready for me.”
“What about your date?”
He was back in my face again. “You think she’d be here if your ass would stop pushing me away? I don’t want her, Doc. I want you.”
Then he left me standing there, my heart thrashing in my chest.
