Oh, Crescent. My heart ached for him. I really wanted to see how he was. I mean, I could only imagine. I didn’t know much about his relationship with his family. Hell, I didn’t know much about him at all. But losing a parent had to be hard. Regardless of the relationship he had with her, I knew he was in a great deal of pain.
“Did you take photos to show Mr. Carter?” I asked Judah, looking away from the ceiling.
He shook his head with his mouth turned down. “Unnecessary. He trusts your vision enough not to need photos.Besides, he should be available for the next tour. Two weeks, right?”
I nodded. “Yeah… Two weeks.”
I wrapped my arms around myself and rubbed them as I stared off into space, thinking about him. I wanted to see him. Wanted to wrap my arms around him and just hold him.
Judah cleared his throat, pulling my attention away from the slew of windows I was focused on. With a deep breath, I turned to face him with raised brows. “Okay. Where next?”
“The lounge. The light fixtures came in the other day. They just put them up,” Judah said, giving me this pensive stare I couldn’t really read.
I tilted my head to the side a bit and frowned at him, as to say ‘what’? He shook his head with raised brows. I wondered if he was just being Judah. Flirtatious, his mind swimming with inappropriate thoughts. I shook my head and continued through the building, taking notice to the subtle changes before we got to the lounge.
Addison was in awe. Her attention was on every little thing. While she walked around the room, admiring the decor, Judah and I stood at the doorway. Every so often, I caught him staring.
With a deep breath I shook my head. “What Ju? Can we work together without you… being weird.”
“I’m being weird?”
“Yes, you’re being weird,” I whispered. “You keep staring at me.”
He turned his mouth down. “Just peeping shit.”
“Shit like what, Judah?”
“You got a divorce?” He asked me.
I squinted. “In the process.”
“Bro got anything to do with that.”
“Bro?” I asked with a frown.
He twisted his lips up. “Crescent. Mr. Carter. He play a role in that?”
I drew back. “Judah… what?”
He shrugged. “I’m just asking. I peep shit. It’s not just business between the two of you.”
I brushed my hand down the nape of my neck and sighed. “Judah, shut up. He said something?”
He laughed and tugged on his ear. “If nothing happened, there wouldn’t be anything for him to say… right?”
He needed to shut the fuck up.
Crescent might not have said anything, but the niggas Crescent was at the bar with might have. There was no way Judah came to that conclusion on his own. And if they had, the only person to blame would be myself. I should have handled myself differently that night. But shit, in the moment, I wasn’t thinking. The only thing I cared about was getting out of that restaurant with Crescent.
I frowned. “This isn’t appropriate workplace conversation.”
“Ah shut that shit up,” he dismissed, nodding toward Addison. “Ol girl all the way over there. This just me and you. Judah and…Mahogany.”
We locked eyes and he smirked at me. I couldn’t stand his ass sometimes. What the hell was that smirk for?
“Answer my question though,” He said, circling back to the question about my divorce.
“No. Crescent has nothing to do with it.”
