He nodded but didn’t elaborate verbally.
“Why?” Irish felt her body temperature rising at a rapid rate.
“Because…” He sat on the bench in front of her bed. “I wanted to ask her about you.”
Irish jumped from the bed, body naked as the day she had come into the world.
“Why would you be discussing me with your ex?”
Noble eyed her. “Calm down. She’s a therapist, and I wanted to ask her how to deal with you while you're grieving.”
“And you had to go to her house to ask her that?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?” she barked. “Why would you have to go to your ex-girlfriend’s house at night to ask her some shit you can ask over the phone?”
Noble narrowed his eyes at her. “Do you think I was cheating on you ‘cause you know I would never do that to you.”
“I don't know shit!”
“Word?” he was stunned, standing. “You don't know that I wouldn’t cheat on you, Irish?”
“Nope,” she spat defiantly, folding her arms over her breasts. “You brought your ass here last night and didn’t tell me you went to spend time with your ex. You think I would be certain that you wouldn’t cheat on me?”
Irish suddenly felt nauseous. In all the areas of her life, she always thought her relationship was solid. She assumed she had nothing to worry about because Noble was always honest with her. He wasn’t deceitful but as he stood in front of her, she didn’t know what he was capable of.
He approached her, gently putting his hands on her shoulders. “Listen to me, I’m committed to you. You're the only woman I love, and I would never fuck that up for nobody else.”
“What happened when you were at her house?” she interrogated, dismissing his latter statement.
Noble stalled then shook his head. “None of that shit matters. Give me my phone.” He snatched it from her hand.
“Why doesn’t it matter? What happened, Noble? Be honest.”
“Nothing fucking happened!” he raised his voice.
“So why did she say last night was a lot?”
“You know what? Fuck it!” He stood directly in front of her. “She wants to get back together. She made that shit known last night and guess what I did? Shut that shit down because I don't want nobody else unless her name is Irish.”
Her head reared; her eyes shooting him with a piercing gaze. “So you just found out that she wanted you? Last night was the first time that you knew your ex wanted to get back together?”
“What the fuck, Irish!” He threw his arms in frustration. “Damn, did you not just hear what I said? I said I shut that shit down. We don't even need to be having this conversation, fuck.”
Irish opened her mouth to retort but there was a knock at the bedroom door. Quickly, she grabbed her robe and covered her body before hurrying to the door. Cracking it, she noticed Ivory standing with a look of concern on her face.
“Are you okay?” she asked in a hushed tone.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Irish assured, inhaling a deep breath.
Ivory peered at her. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, yeah, are you getting ready to go to the warehouse?” She changed the subject.
“Yes, are you coming?”
Irish bobbed her head. “Yep, I’ll be there in a little while.”
