“Are you still mad?” I ask, confused as hell.
“Yep.”
Damn, I didn’t fuck it out of her yet?
“You worry too much. Rest assured that you will still have the contract with Cabot University. Your boy was practically jacking off at the idea. He loves it.”
Her posture stiffens.
“I guess we’ll see.”
I pull back to look directly at her.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean, we’ll see if he still wants to do business with me once I go there next week.”
I almost drop her juicy ass on the floor.
“Go where?”
“To Cabot.”
“So you’re going to leave me and Knox and go miles away to take a preliminary meeting in person?”
“It’s not preliminary. He’s ready to sign a contract. I just have to complete some numbers for him.”
“You’re not going any fucking where.”
15
ROMAN
Ididn’t mean for that to come out as authoritarian sounding as it did, but my response is visceral to her announcement. I just fucked her well, I feel like we’re finally connecting again, and five seconds after she comes she wants to talk about leaving?
“I’m going, Roman.”
She wiggles herself off of my lap and looks for the box of tissues I knocked on the floor. She grabs a few and wipes between her legs. It almost feels as if she’s trying to completely wipe the last thirty minutes away.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m looking for my panties.”
The casualness in her voice irks me. It lacks warmth and feeling. It doesn’t even seem like she’s present in this conversation or that she wants to be. It’s like she hate-fucked me and now she’s trying to make the great escape.
“You know that’s not what I’m talking about. What the hell are you doing to us right now?”
Elizabeth places her hands on her hips in a defiant stance.
“What amIdoing?”
“It damn sure isn’t me.”
“Is that so? Well, let’s see, you always complain about me working and you may have just sabotaged my chance of getting a six-figure contract. You think I’m a bad mother and you definitely think I’m a terrible girlfriend. You go out every other night and I don’t know where you are or who you’re with, yet on the other hand you seem to like to keep tabs on my every move.”
“That’s not true.”
“Which of the things I said isn’t true?”
