“What the fuck are you doing?”
She looks up at me, her mouth open in pain.
“I just wanted to make you feel good. I know Tiffany isn’t taking care of you. Let me please you.” She tries to drop to her knees. I squeeze her wrist tighter. She flinches at the grip.
My anger is not only at what she’s trying to do, but at who she’s betraying. Tiffany had been excited to have her mother back in her life. She felt like they were bonding. I watched my girl smile excitedly at the growth their relationship was experiencing, and now Evelyn did this shit.
I fling her ass away from me. Evelyn goes tumbling to the floor. I have to shut my eyes to fight down the rage I’m feeling. Already the bullshit tonight had me ready to explode; now this has me seeing red. I wanted to snap this bitch’s neck.
“Please,” Evelyn pleads. “I’ll make you forget about her.”
When I open my eyes, she’s back on her feet, her black robe wide open exposing a lacy bra and panty set. Evelyn is a beautiful woman. She looks no older than forty at the most. However, she does nothing for me. Even if she were my age, her body wouldn’t move me.
“Close your fucking robe.”
She quickly ties the belt of her robe, cutting off my view of her body.
“I…. I’m sorry,” she says, apologizing. “I thought…”
“You thought what?” I snarl. “You thought you would convince me to betray my wife for your antique ass pussy?”
Her mouth opens and then closes.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think I am, but you are mistaken. The only reason I don’t blow your got damn brains out is because you’re the mother to the woman I love more than my own life. The daughter you’re in my office trying to betray is the only reason you’re not dead right now.”
I try to breathe to calm down the rage boiling inside me, but all I want to do is strangle this woman until she’s no longer among the living. How the fuck could she try to hurt Tiffany like that? How the fuck was she going to face her daughter if I’d taken her up on that dumbass offer? She thought we were just going to walk through Tiffany’s house fucking behind her back? The truth would have destroyed my wife. My anger rears up again. I needed to get out of this house before I murdered her dumbass.
“In order for you to live to see another day, I’m going to get out of here. Before I come back home tomorrow, I want you the fuck out of my house.”
She looks startled. “What do I tell Tiffany? She’s—”
She stops speaking and takes a step back when I move toward her. My hands fist at my side, but I refrain from wrapping them around her throat.
“Figure it out, but don’t you dare ruin the last two months for her.” Evelyn looks terrified. She should be. “Now get the fuck out of my face.”
She scurries out of my office as if she knew her life depended on it. I stand in the middle of the floor, breathing slowly, trying to get my heart rate to slow. Every time I think of the way my wife would be disappointed if she found this out, it sends me back into that rage again.
What if Tiffany would’ve walked in on this and got the wrong impression? I swear I would have ripped Evelyn’s fucking spine out her back. I manage to tame the anger boiling inside me. Quickly, I dress and get to my bedroom.
Tiffany is fast asleep under the covers. I pull the blankets back and climb into bed. With my hands behind my head, I stare up at the dark ceiling. Her warm body presses into me. She throws one leg over my leg, an arm over my chest, and her head on my arm. I turn my head and place a kiss on her forehead.
She’s back to sleep as if she never woke. I continue to stare at the ceiling, anger keeping my mind racing. An hour later, I climb out the bed and head to the office. I needed to be out of the house before anyone woke up.
chapter Twenty-six
Still The Same
Tiffany
Istare down at my phone as I sit in my bed feeling numb. I woke up this morning to an empty bed. Nico told me he would be home late last night, so I didn’t wait up.
I assumed he would wake me when he got home, like he’s done almost every night since St. Croix, with his dick inside me. However, this morning was different. I don’t think he came to bed at all.
Climbing out the bed, I do my hygiene on autopilot. I slowly make my way downstairs after stopping to check on my baby. He’s still fast asleep in his crib.
I walk into the kitchen to find it empty. Making my way over to the coffeemaker, I make myself some coffee by blind repetition. My head is so cloudy and muddled I can barely think straight.
“There you are, dear,” my mother says as she rushes into the kitchen. “Just the person I want to see.”
