Page 39 of Surrender to Love

“Is that your fucking response?” She huffs then shakes her head in pure disgust. “I swear. Shiro, please give me my keys so I can go. I’m not about to sit here and let another man lie to my fucking face about cheating. I shouldn’t have trusted your ass in the first damn place,” she says and her eyes gloss with tears.

Fuck. I can’t stand to see her cry, especially over Matika and her lies.

“I’m not fucking that girl. I haven’t fucked anybody since our first night together.”

“Okay,” she says.

“I’m not cheating, baby. I promise you that.”

“Okay,” she says dismissively. She’s really not trying to listen to me at all.

“Are you hearing me?”

“Okay.”

“Baby, quit saying okay and talk to me for real. I need you to hear me. I’m not fucking that girl.” I step closer to her and she backs away, bumping into my desk. Staring into her eyes, I repeat, “I’m not fucking Matika.”

“But she knows about your piercing. Yeah, okay!” She nods and rolls her eyes again. “Save your lies for your bitch out there bleeding and just let me leave.”

“I’m not lying. I’m not fucking her now but we did fuck once. That shit was so long ago, and besides, I don’t even remember her.”

“Lucky her. Keys, please,” she spits, sounding disinterested as hell.

“Baby, I swear,” I plead because she’s giving me no understanding and I can’t have her thinking I disrespected her and cheated on her. I would never do no shit like that.

“You swear what? Are you swearing that you did or didn’t fuck her? Or are you swearing you don’t remember her, but you ended up hiring her to work in your damn shop and be here with you every fucking day? Is that it? Is that what you’re swearing to? ’Cause I’m confused as hell right now.”

“I didn’t hire her. You know Tre handles all of that shit,” I counter.

“It’s your fucking shop!” she screams. “At some point you realized who the fuck she was. Please! Just like she didn’t hesitate to let me know she fucked you, I know she did the same to you.” Whatever facial expression I make infuriates her and she slaps the side of my face before I can stop her. “She did! Wow!”

Stunned that she actually slapped my ass, I slip up and she rushes past me out of the office. As soon as I shake that shit off, I’m behind her. She passes the front desk area then quickly turns into it.

“And if you didn’t figure this shit out, bitch, you’re fired! Now, get your shit and leave before I drag your trifling ass out of here,” she grits.

“You can’t—” Matika begins in a muffled voice. The huge wad of paper towels she’s holding to her fucked up mouth and her busted lip affect her speech.

“You’ve gotta go. She’s right. You’re fired. Fighting on the job is an immediate termination,” I say.

“What?”

“Go, bitch,” Kyrah says, then storms out to the bays.

Because I know Kyrah’s ride is on the lift and her keys are in the pocket of my coveralls, I don’t immediately rush after her. As determined as she is to dip, she can’t. I help Matika get her shit and leave. She fucked all the way up today by saying that shit to Kyrah.

“Really?” Matika cries when I open the desk drawer for her to get her shit. I don’t bother to respond because she knows exactly what she did. “Shiro, please.” When I grab her bag and cup and slam them on the counter, she shakes her head but snatches her stuff from the desk. She eases off the chair and I step from behind the desk. She storms past me and utters, “Fuck you,” before rushing to the door.

This whole shit plays out in front of the three people in the waiting area and I just shake my head. After sighing, I tell them, “I’m sorry about all of this. You’ll get twenty percent off your final bill today when we total you out.”

Two of them nod and one says thank you. This shit that popped off is going to be all around Diamond Falls. I turn and walk out to the bay. As soon as I open the door, I hear Kyrah arguing with Black.

“I don’t have the keys,” Black says calmly, in contrast to her rage.

“Just let my shit down. The keys are probably in there!” she yells.

Black’s eyes meet mine and he pleads for me to come handle her. “Alright. I will but I don’t know what he was doing to it. You might not be able to drive it,” he says as I step over to them.

“He’s right. I’m still working on it. You can’t drive it,” I lie. I can’t have her leaving like this. She’s angry as fuck and we haven’t resolved shit.