The prayer I said that morning in the hospital kind of brought me back to believing in God. I would say a silent prayer every morning and night in the shower, asking for guidance and help.
I had no clue if my prayer was being heard, but it felt good to say it. Christian was upfront with his faith while I was tiptoeing myself back into that lane.
Christian was down at the construction site for the new church hall. He added to the insurance money and expanded the facility. The blueprints to that thang were ones to see. Didn’t understand why they needed two levels though.
My phone was ringing off the hook, and all I was tryin’ to do was soak my swollen feet. I stomped across the room to it. I had ignored it twice already. It didn’t sound off with Christian’s special tone, so I knew it wasn’t him.
“Man, what… fuck! Bangin’ my fuckin’ line like I’m yo’ bitch. The fuck you want, Jourdell?”
He had got on my fuckin’ nerves. Every day I had over ten missed calls from him since I cut all ties again. I was over it and planned on blocking him after I hung up.
“Journei, please give me another chance. I’m really tryin’ here, baby girl. I’m goin’ to my meetings. I’m attending church twice a week. I’m on the right path. I just need you to work with me.”
Mentioning his meetings softened me up a bit. To know that he was staying away from alcohol made me give him one last shot.
I sucked my teeth and said, “Fine. Pick a day this week and make plans. Me and Christian won’t assist with a damn thing. If you can’t pull shit together last minute, then you don’t need to hit my line ever again. Ball in yo’ court.”
Hanging up, I instantly felt a wave of regret pass through me. Kind of like the feeling I had goin’ back to Sunset Cove. However, I shook it off and continued with my relaxation.
As soon as I sat down, my phone rang again. I almost threw it just from the sound of it irritating me. Looking at the caller ID, I saw that it was my assistant manager, India.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Hey, girl. I was calling ’cause the couple that booked for this weekend didn’t send over the direct deposit and won’t answer. What you want me to do since they’re the first to not pay?” she asked.
“What are their names?”
“I have them down as the Sinclairs.”
I burst out laughing. Now best friend knew better to give my staff a hard time. I barely got out my next sentence. “It’s okay, India. They don’t need one. I told them it was on the house. Please make sure they have everything they requested.”
“Got you, boss.”
The call was disconnected, and I was still in tears. Hunz and Belle were coming up on six years of marriage, and I wanted to throw them an anniversary party. I was excited to see their public affection.
They were the couple to be until Christian and I hit the scene. Nothin’ against their union, but it was just my baby daddy, and I had some good love goin’ on over here too.
Puttin’ my phone on silent, I placed it on the side table and laid my head back. That warm water felt so good surrounding my feet. I regretted not adding lavender to it.
“You might want to close your mouth before I put somethin’ in it.”
I jumped up when Christian whispered in my ear. I fell asleep alone and woke up to his creepy ass next to me. I stood with my chest heaving and my heart tryin’ to break free. I couldn’t stand his light ass.
Once again, my attacks amused him. He sat roaring with laughter. It wasn’t shit funny about me almost dying of a heart attack.
“The fuck you always playin’ for?”
“Mama, yo’ mouth was wide open with slob gettin’ ready to trickle out that left corner. I could’ve just did it without warning you.”
His comment made my pussy jump. I had to look away and focus on somethin’ else ’cause tasting him didn’t sound too bad.
I threw a pillow at him when he caught on to what was happenin’ and continued to laugh. He was makin’ his way to the list of aggravation right along with Jourdell fuckin’ Evans.
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My sperm donor called us over for dinner and movies two days later, so there we were, looking at him looking at us. I was aggravated and ready to go. I could sense that somethin’ was off but couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
He was jittery, and his body was sweating a lot. Christian told me not to sweat it, but he was in the same state when he gave me that bullshit apology on why he couldn’t make it.
