He nodded.
She reached down to caress the back of his hand as it eased between the juncture of her thighs.
“I don’t think I could go more than a day without my fix.”
Her phone vibrated in her pocket.
“Where do you want me to give you your other dose of medicine? The wall, counter, on the floor?” She kissed, licked, bit, and sucked the side of his neck and he groaned, turning her so she faced the table, her legs straddling the outside of his.
Looked like they wouldn’t be getting out of the chair.
She felt his hand slip in her pocket and pull out her phone.
She thought he’d turn it off, but he placed it on the table.
She felt him tense. Opening her eyes, she looked at the phone’s display. She went to turn it off and he stopped her.
“You said you needed to start clearing up things back home.”
“Now? Fuck Derrick, I don’t need closure with him.”
“I need this to be the last time I see his name on your phone.”
There was nothing about clearing up her life back home that involved Derrick. They
didn’t have shared accounts or household expenses. The few items she’d had at his place were easily replaceable and she didn’t even want the shit. Everything important to her was with her or in storage. The proof of how un-integral Derrick was to her day-to-day life was profound. Santi already had boxes of her things at his place; had already set up a home office for her downstairs.
Now that her family was here, the only reason she had to go back was to deal with her storage and to renegotiate the contract with her job since they weren’t “willing” to accept her resignation.
“If it’s done let him know. Wish him whatever end he meets and tell him to lose your number.”
The phone stopped ringing, and she thought she’d been given a respite until he immediately called back.
Adjusting herself on Santi’s lap, she leaned her elbows on the table and answered the phone.
“Derrick,” she said flatly.
“Lauren...I thought it would go to voicemail again.”
“Well, you lucked out,” she said, looking behind her to roll her eyes at Santi.
“What do you need?”
“I left you dozens of messages, did you at least listen to them?”
“No, I deleted them, because what could you have said that would have possibly
mattered?” Heavy silence reigned on the other end.
“As I think about it, not much,” he said. “Nothing that could’ve expressed how sorry I am, how much I did love you, still care for you, that I deeply regret?—”
Santi lifted her off his lap and placed her in the chair next to him. He leaned into the table, almost in her face and glared, tapping the table near the phone.
She shook her head, lifting her hands in confusion.
What? She mouthed silently. He motioned to the phone then to her as if to sayhandle this shit now.
“You regret that you didn’t love and care for me enough to not have sex with my sister. Would I have ever known if she didn’t get pregnant?”
