“What do you want?” I say, not letting him in.
“Please, D, we need to talk.”
He looks like a disheveled mess. His eyes are bloodshot, his hair is a mess, and he smells like a brewery. “I think you said everything you needed to say in the press.”
“Derrick, please,” he pleads, and like the sucker that I am, I let him in.
“You have five minutes and then I want you gone,” I tell him coldly as I cross my arms.
“Please, let me explain.”
“Four minutes, thirty seconds.” I count.
“Derrick!” he screams at me. His eyes are wild as he tugs at the ends of his hair. I take a step back from him. “You know Ididn’t mean those words I said. I had to say them. I thought you understood.”
“I understood them. What I don’t understand is the going out and fucking groupies all night long,” I say with a sneer, he disgusts me.
“They meant nothing.”
“Just like I did to you.” I scoff angrily.
“Please, D, don’t do this. I love you. I know I fucked up, but … I had to prove a point. I can’t have the media digging around about us,” he says, bursting out crying.
“If this is your brand of love, I don’t want it.”
“You don’t mean it. Please, I can make it up to you,” Chance pleads as he drops to his knees and tries to undo my pants.
“Get the fuck away from me,” I yell at him.
“You don’t mean it,” he begs.
“I do. I want nothing to do with you. You need to leave,” I tell him.
“Derrick, please.” He continues to beg.
“We’re over.”
The tears instantly dry up. Was he faking them? His green eyes burn red from whatever the hell drugs he’s been taking, and his lip curls. “You’re breaking up with me?” He scoffs coldly. The change in his demeanor is unnerving. “Good luck trying to find someone who will love you like I do.”
“I’d rather be single than put up with your love,” I spit at him. How dare he talk to me like that.
“You’ll regret this,” he tells me.
“Doubtful. The only person who will have regrets is you when you realize you’re the one who let the best thing that ever happened to you go.” My hands are shaking.
“Maybe having some space is good, we both need to cool down.” He turns and starts to walk out of my home.
“Whatever. I don’t care what you think, now get the hell out of my house.” I slam the door as soon as he steps over the threshold and lock it. I don’t know what drugs he is on, but I want no part of it.
25
DERRICK
It’s my birthday, bitches!
And this weekend is all about me, me, me!
The Dirty Texas gang has graciously provided the use of their private plane for the weekend, flying us to the Caribbean for my birthday. Honestly, I have no idea what Camryn has planned, but I do know that she has invited hot, single guys to my birthday and that is all that matters because I am going to party hard this weekend and indulge in anything and everything. I’m going to start my thirties with a dirty bang.
