She sounds annoyed which surprises me. I've run into her and V when they're out, but I haven't been on their doorstep in a long ass time.
"I want to give Violet some ice cream. She didn't look so good earlier today," I explain, trying to placate the questioning redhead.
Crossing her arms, Cassidy cocks a hip.Christ, I forgot how sassy she can be. She and Violet together,especially after a few drinks, are a force to be reckoned with at the club.
"’Kay, but like, why?"
I can't tell if she's testing me or genuinely confused about my being here. The chill of the ice cream makes my fingertips burn, but I'm not that much of a pussy that I set it down. Instead, I tuck it under my arm, thankful for my leather jacket.
"Is Violet here or not?" I snap as gently as I can. "I'd like to see her. To make sure she's okay."
Her chin lifts, and I know I'm not getting past her. "She's in the shower. I'll take your offering and let her know you stopped by."
Shit. Fuck.I know a dismissal when I hear one.
"Alright." My attempt at keeping my grumble out of my voice doesn't work, making Cassidy smirk and hold out a hand.Damn her. "Thanks," I say and hand over the ice cream. Parting with it fucking sucks because that was my way in.
She doesn't move to close the door, and I'm still rooted to the spot in hopes of seeing Violet. I barely notice Cassidy's face soften while I'm trying to plan the best way to get myself invited in someday.
"Jamie. If you want her, you're going to have to keep pushing. She may gift you a centimeter here or there, but if you wantmore,you'll need to challenge her."
I nod, already working on some ideas. "Great, then you get it. I'll need your help with her birthday present."
"We'll see," she says cryptically, and closes the doorin my face. I don't have Cassidy's number, and I don't need it. I'll be back and get it then.
I'll keep coming back for as long as it takes to get a glimpse of Violet.
Nine
VIOLET
I'm losing my mind. Actually,Jamiehas losthismind.
Who does he think he is texting me shit like this?
Jamie: Hi Sweets. I want you to know a secret that's super important for you to think about okay?
Jamie: I haven't been with anyone else in years. Just you.
I'm angry. No, I'm livid.
He can't be telling the truth. I saw the way that woman was all over him yesterday outside of his tattoo shop. He may not have had sex with her, but he probably got a blowjob as a tip.
The hurt I felt at seeing her fawning all over Jamie yesterday was uncalled for. I can't be jealous of a fuck buddy for having others to warm his bed.
Jamie's hot. Hotter than hot. No way he's just settledfor me all these years. Heck, I'm gone half the time. I figured he has someone in his bed every night I'm not there. Surely, his stamina and needs require more than I've been giving him.
"You look like you either need to punch something or have a stiff drink? You alright, girly?"
Groaning, I hang my head and rub my eyes. They burn, and I can’t tell if it's from the lack of sleep, staring at Jamie's messages, or unshed tears.
"I'm fine," I grumble. Maybe it's all three of those things, because I'm becoming more and more overwhelmed by the minute.
It's only been two days since Cassidy enlightened me about the requirements of personal growth. What I once thought was a good idea to think about has completely opened the floodgates.
My journal has pages and pages filled with so much back and forth it hurts to look at. The anxiety must be radiating from me because everyone I've come into contact with frowns and asks if I'm okay.
No. I'm not okay!
