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I narrowed my eyes at him. “What do you mean?”

“Even how you’re looking at me right now is different. What really happened while I was gone?”

“Nothing happened.”

He let out that same nervous laugh. “I don’t know if I believe that.”

So, I said, fuck it. I wasn’t about to beat around the bush. “Okay, fine. I kissed someone else.”

His eyes got wide. “You did what?” He pushed his glasses up on his face with his index finger.

I looked down for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

He stepped a little closer, and something about his demeanor, the expression on his face, and the way he stared at me threw me off. It felt like I was looking at a whole different person.

“When the hell did you have time to meet another man and kiss him?”

“He’s someone from my past.”

“Who?” he asked, glaring at me, wanting desperately to know who I’d kissed.

“He… he’s someone I met right before meeting you, I swear. I didn’t just meet a random nigga at a bar and kiss him.”

“So that makes it better?”

“No. I’m not saying it’s better. I’m saying it wasn’t intentional. I didn’t expect it to happen. We went out to eat as friends. I thought I was eating lunch as a single woman. You can’t fault me for that.”

He shook his head. “See, my mama was right about you.”

He went to turn around and walk off, but I shouted, “Wait… What the fuck do you mean she was right about me? What did she say?”

I was confused, because I didn’t know me and her were beefing or that she felt some type of way about me. She seemed pleasant every single time I saw her ass.

“Nothing,” he said over his shoulder, but he kept walking.

I ran around him, so I was standing in front of him, blocking his path. “No. Tell me what she said right now. Because if y’all are having conversations about me, I need to know what the hell is being said.”

“She told me you weren’t the one for me. And you know what? I’m starting to see it for myself.”

I laughed because now I felt offended. I didn’t wanna lose him. I loved this man, but clearly, things were being said that I had no clue about, and that hurt.

“Oh, so because I decided to kiss somebody after you asked another bitch to marry you, I’m wrong?” I snapped, crossing my arms.

He surprised me when he shouted, “I didn’t ask anyone else to marry me! I already told you that! My coworker was trying to help me. But you know what? None of that even matters anymore. Go be with whoever the hell you were kissing. I’m done.”

I felt my heart practically stop for a few seconds. “You’re done with me? Are you serious right now? I said I needed time to think about the proposal, and now the proposal is off the table? Is that what you’re telling me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want to marry you.”

“Okay, look…” I paused, swallowing hard. “Can we go inside and talk about this? All of it? I really don’t want you to leave like this, and honestly… I feel bad. I—I didn’t try to⁠—”

“It’s fine… I was good to you. But I won’t marry a hoe.”

Before I knew it, I slapped the hell out of him. His head turned to the side, and he stayed like that for a second, like he was trying to recover. My eyes began to water.

How could he say that to me?

“You are way out of line, and if that’s how you feel, then yeah, you need to go!”