“Have you talked to him?”
“Stop torturing yourself. What’s done is done.”
“You’re right. I’m not going to dwell on it.”
“Good. I’m going to let you get to sleep so you can be prepared for those bad-ass kids in the morning.” She laughs.
“Don’t remind me. I’ll talk to you later.”
“All right, babes.”
Instead of going to bed, I plant my ass back on the sofa and turn the television on. My body is too active to settle down for sleep. I slide my hand between my legs, thinking of him. There’ll be nothing left of me after six months of Art.
I glance at my cell phone lying on the desk when it begins to ring for the eighth time in the span of ten minutes. My grandfather is annoyingly persistent. The goddamn bastard irritates the fuck out of me, so I avoid conversation with him at all costs unless it’s absolutely necessary. Grimacing in irritation,I answer my cell when it rings for the ninth time, just in case there’s an emergency.
“Yeah.”
“Finally,” he says dramatically.
“What do you want?”
“Joshua told me you’ve been seeing that girl from North Carolina.”
The piece of shit actually ran and snitched on me. Tattletale-ass motherfucker. He’s due for a beatdown the next time I see him. I’ve warned him several times to stop discussing my business with our grandfather.
“I thought something major was happening since you called back-to-back,” I deadpan.
“Leave her alone. You have women falling at your feet.”
“But they’re not who I want.”
“Have you forgotten about her treachery?”
“I haven’t.” How can I when the knife is still protruding from my fucking back?
“She’s going to make a fool of you again.”
“Your concern is very touching, but I can handle her.”
“Are you sure? You spiraled out of control last time.”
I was naïve to trust in her so explicitly, but that was then, and this is now. It’ll be a cold day in hell before I let her into my heart again. “Stay out of my personal matters!”
“Tell me you’re at least using protection.”
“I fucked her raw and came in her more than several times.”
“Is she on birth control?”
“She isn’t.”
“What if she gets pregnant?” he shouts.
“Then that’ll be my fucking business. Now, if you don’t have anything important to discuss, enjoy the rest of your day.”
“You’re making—”
I disconnect the call.
