He sighs, folding his arms over his chest. “In the room. Still hasn’t come out. When I took her lunch today, she was crying.”
He didn’t have to tell me that; I could feel her tears as if they were coming down my face. Her sadness felt like a heavy wet blanket covering me. It made me feel irritated and annoyed. I hated this fucking feeling.
“Did she eat?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing this morning. Took two bites out of her lunch before leaving it.”
This was pissing me off. I don’t know if I was madder that she was punishing herself and not eating, or that her love for this man made her sad.
I didn’t want Nasiah to care about him. He didn’t deserve her tears or sadness. It pissed me off that the human had that much of her heart. A heart that belonged to me.
When I first created this bond, I did it to save myself. I couldn’t care less if she loved me or not. Hell, I didn’t care if she liked me. However, now it’s different. Now she’s mine, and I refuse to share her with anyone else. Even the memory of anyone else.
Turning on my heels, I head toward the bedroom. Without knocking, I enter the dark room. The lights are out, and the blackout blinds are down. If I didn’t have perfect eyesight, I wouldn’t have been able to find her. However, I spot her form lying under the covers.
“I’m not hungry, Era,” she says with a raspy voice that tells me she’s crying.
I flip on the lights and march over to the bed.
“Get up,” I demand.
She tosses the covers off her head and glares at me with puffy, red-rimmed eyes.
“Leave me alone, Razzy,”
Every fucking time she calls me that name, I get this weird feeling in my chest that almost makes me believe I have a heartbeat.
She tries to bury her head back under the covers. I snatch them back and toss them off her.
“What are you doing?”
For a moment I couldn’t think. My eyes fell to her bare thighs and the tiny pink underwear. It takes a got damn miracle to pull my attention away from the way her hip rises like a damn mountain and drops like a valley into her waist.
“Get up,” I finally say, focusing on her face.
She tries to reach for the covers again. I snatch them completely off the bed. She sucks her teeth.
“I’m not in the mood.”
“I don’t care. I don’t do depression.”
Her eyes flare with anger. It doesn’t bother me, I just need her to feel anything other than this fucking sadness.
“Leave me alone. You don’t understand.”
“I understand you’re lying in this bed smelling like wild onions and crying over a muthafucker that never gave a shit about you.”
I was lying, she didn’t actually smell like wild onions. I can tell that even though she’s been sad, she’s had the hindsight to shower.
She sits up, her eyes narrow. “I don’t smell.”
I fight the smirk that’s trying to appear on my face. I just wanted her to feel anything but what she was feeling.
“You sure about that?” I taunt.
She swings her legs off the side of the bed and gets up. She storms past me toward the bathroom. Everything I thought about saying leaves my mind when I turn and see her ass in those panties. If I hadn’t been created in the heavens and already knew there was a God, this would have been my reason to believe.
Nasiah had one of those asses that women took pictures of to take to their doctors to recreate.
