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“Baby, what’s wrong?” He reached for her again, but she backed away.
“Don’t call me that,” she sniffed.
“Alana, what are you talking about? What did I do?”
“What did you do?” His heart ached at the sight of her tears sliding down her cheeks. “Do you think I’m stupid? Go call whoever you were with last night, baby.”
“Last night? I stayed at my house last night.”
“Oh, I know. Just stay over in your place, and never knock on my door again.”
With that, she slammed the door shut.
London stood there, stunned.
What the hell just happened?
Turning, he went over to his apartment, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.
He didn’t know how he went from flying on top of the world to falling down to the depths of hell.
“I guess I didn’t mean anything to him after all,” Alana murmured, snuggling up under her blanket on the couch, trying to watch television.
The giggling and non-stop partying was pissing her off.
Nausea rolled through her.
Of course, while London was partying it up and living the good life, she came down with some nasty bug. It had been two weeks since she’d cut all ties with him.
But that didn’t mean anything.
He was everywhere.
Television. Newspapers. Radio.
Everyone was talking about Khalil coming to Cleveland, thanks to London Keith. Not only was Cleveland gaining one of the best basketball players of all time, but London had negotiated the craziest deal any professional athlete had received.
She couldn’t help but see him anywhere and everywhere she looked.
This was the same London who had broken her heart.
As much as she wanted to hate him, she was proud of him. He’d worked so hard to get his client, and he’d succeeded.
She tried to avoid anyplace she would see him. Her new routine was work, then home, until lately. She’d been cooped up in the condo for the last two days, feeling as though she were dying.
Reaching for her ginger ale, she took a sip before putting the can back on the coffee table. She tried to focus on the movie, but all she could hear was the thumping music coming from London’s apartment.
It was as if he was purposely trying to piss her off.
There was a knock at the door.
“Finally,” she groaned. Sofie had promised to stop over after work.
Using all her strength to push up off the couch, she stumbled over to the door, still wrapped in her blanket. Opening it, she found Sofie standing in the hallway with a wide smile on her lips.
“God, you look like shit,” Sofie huffed, coming into the apartment carrying a few bags.
“I love you too,” Alana mumbled, following her into the kitchen.
