She reads them. But she doesn’t respond. Not to me, anyway.
I exit out of the chat with her and move over to the one I have with Ezra. We’ve been sending messages to each other.
Me: Have you heard from her?
Ezra: No. Not a word. She won’t answer my calls. She sends them straight to voicemail.
Me: We fucked up. We shouldn’t have told her how we weasled our way into her life.
Ezra: Maybe.
Ezra: I fucked up the most. Honestly, I’m glad she finally knows the truth.
He did lie to her longer. But the way he kidnapped her is what made it worse for him. I just need to keep hope alive that she’ll forgive us and agree to being with us.
Me: Want to meet for drinks tomorrow? Maybe some dinner? Get to know each other more.
Ezra: Sounds good. We can just chill at my place. I’ll order some pizza and wings.
Me: See you then and I want a list of all your favorites and three childhood stories.
Me: Add a few stories about you and Felicity. Maybe how you planned meeting her.
Ezra: I expect the same from you. Not the meeting her part, but how you first saw her.
Ezra
As much as I hate Roxy and how she’s captured Felicity’s heart, she’s actually nice. Any other time I could’ve seen her as a best friend, not competition for the heart of the woman I love.
Competition.
I need to stop looking at her as that. Not if I want this fucked up relationship between the three of us to work.
Is it really still considered a menage if Roxy and I don’t want anything sexual between the two of us.
Me: I love you Felicity.
Me: No matter what you think, I’d never hurt you.
Me: Please just respond to my message. Answer my call. I don’t care if you just say fuck you and hang up. I just need to know you’re okay.
Me: I’m getting worried. Roxy told me about that crazy ex stepbrother of hers. If he lays a hand on you, I’m going to kill him.
Me: Can you believe I’m actually starting to like Roxy? We’ve been talking. Getting to know each other so you’ll consider our plan. Baby steps.
I drop my phone on the couch. It’s been a week. I don’t think I can go much longer without seeing her. It’s taking everything in me not to get in my car and drive over there and drag her out of that house.
If she’d just give me a second chance. Us a second chance.
I can’t think straight. Not without her.
Me: Please baby. I love you. Give us a chance.
Felicity
It’s been a week. A very long week of averting advances from my creepy ass new step brother. How Calvin and Mom don’t see how weird he is astounds me.
After the second night, I started pulling the dresser in front of the door. I was convinced he had a key to my room after I woke up smelling his cologne on my pillow.
