She laughs.
“You and Jordan keep thinking that white boy is cool when you disappear on him. You two don’t notice how he loses his shit whenever he can’t find you.”
“I do know how annoying he can be, but I want some time to think.”
She scoffs.
“Good luck with that. I would be shocked if he didn’t show up before the end of day.”
“He won’t. He’s got work and stuff.”
She gives me a side eye and snickers.
“I’m going to go make a bet with Jordan, because I’m pretty sure Daniel will be here before the day is over.”
“Whatever. Let me sleep.” I adjust the pillow, kick my socks off and get under the sheets. I awake to Jordan nudging me.
“MAK, Daniel is here.”
“What?”
“Daniel, your boyfriend is here, and he want to speak to you. If you don’t want to talk to him, I can send him away,” he says.
Much as I’m a little disoriented, I know Daniel will not leave, and that would be a problem. His being here means it’s time I face him.
Chapter 68
Daniel.
I get to the door and try to calm my stormy raging thoughts and emotions before pressing the bell. I inhale, taking it all in and exhale a freight ton of emotions. I know she’s here with them, and probably won’t see me, but I’m not leaving until I see her, and we talk this shit through. So here goes my readiness to fight for us despite the fucked-up situation that I put us through. I need to apologize again. Like Luke mentioned:the time will come when your only choice is to beg, and beg you must, otherwise you might as well kiss any chance of being with her. Goodbye. Truth is I’ve come to the realization that walking from her away isn’t something I ever want to do. I’m ready to fucking beg.
I press the bell and bang hard on the door, should they not hear the bell. It takes a minute for Andrea to open the door. She sees me and a smile breaks on her face.
“Jordan, you owe me, because I just won the bet,” she yells.
“Please, come right in,” she says to me. I take steps in and watch her close the door. I’m welcomed, that’s a good first step.
Jordan arrives, takes one look at me, and blurts out "Fuck!" as though I'd caused a catastrophe. Yet, his gaze reveals that he's the one who lost a wager.
“Why didn’t you just wait twenty-four hours before bringing your tight white ass here? All you had to do was wait and I would have won. Now I have to take Andy on a fucking helicopter ride. What’s wrong with you, dude?” he chastises me.
I suppress a smile at his supposed annoyance at me showing up now. Not a word or response from me.
“Can I ask why you are here, though I already know?” With a challenging look and a wink, Andrea playfully engages me.
“I need to speak to her,” I answer in a smooth and calm tone. They already know why I’m here; no point trying to lie about the obvious.
“What if she doesn’t want to be bothered with your presence?" Andrea questions.
“Then, I’m going to remain here until she’s ready to speak to me,” I reply just as I hear
“Damn!” from Jordan.
“Told you,” Andrea says to him, with a cheshire cat grin plastered on her face.
“Still, you are not just going to walk in here and expect us to say ‘go ahead’. I’ll speak to her first, and you can only see her if she says yes. Your rich ass better be ready to go back home, if she says no.”
He tries to stare me down with a firm tone before walking away, without waiting for my response. Little does he know that I came ready to battle.
