“I love you so much,” he says before kissing his future wife.This time I got it right.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
Twin telepathyor twin bonding is real as shit. It has to be because not even twenty-four hours after the best day and night of her life, Sunjiya’s sister reaches out. After buying the office space for her business and asking her to be his wife, Akeem brought Sunjiya back home to their bed and made love to her until her body was exhausted and satisfied in the best way. Nothing and no one else in the world matters, just them, and they stay in their love intoxicated bubble together the next morning and well into the weekend. This Sunday morning is the first time she’s thought about her cell. She has seven notifications, a missed call and text from Darisha, and two missed calls and three texts from her twin.
305-392-1311: I miss my sister
305-392-1311: Twin, please don’t cut me off.
305-392-1311: We need to talk. Come to me or I’m coming to you. I don’t want to blow up your spot in Austin
“Austin,” she utters, surprised. “How the hell does she know where I am?” She has so many questions that are too much to text. Before dialing, she eases off the bed and checks the condo for Akeem. He left to go for a run and she wants to make sure he’s still out. When she realizes he is, she hits her sister back.
“Hey, Twin,” her sister answers and the sarcasm in her tone is loud and clear. “Happy belated birthday, happy Thanksgiving, Christmas, Kwanza, and every other holiday I missed.”
“What do you want?” Sunjiya.
“My sister. I miss you and I think we need a redo. Antigua was…I don’t know…”
“Needed,” Sunjiya adds.
“I was going to say bad. I think we both said things we didn’t mean.”
“Nah, I actually meant everything I said and nothing’s changed. My life is my life and you need to find contentment in yours. I’m not switching ever again.”
“I know. I heard that part loud and damn clear but does that mean we’re not sisters anymore?” she asks and her voice cracks. “I can’t accept that, Twin, and I don’t know how you can. Please come see me. Let’s talk and figure this shit out. Please,” she says and Sunjiya hears her crying.
After releasing a heavy sigh, Sunjiya looks down at her beautiful ring. “It’s complicated,” she mumbles.
“I’ll come to Austin and you ca?—”
“No. How do you even know where I am?”
“You’re using my damn name. You’re excelling in my career lane. Melanin Voyages. I saw your social media pages.”
Shit!When she was on the run and living in fear, Sunjiya was careful, very careful. Living her new soft life and feeling safe with a man has her living out loud. Creating her business social media pages seemed like the right thing to do. It didn’t cross her mind that her sister would find out where she is.
“Where are you?” Sunjiya asks.
“In the house in Conyers. I’ve been home since the new year.”
“I’ll come to you,” Sunjiya says resignedly. Everything in her soul screams not to go but she can’t risk her sister coming here and exposing her. Nothing about that would be good.
“When?” her sister asks, her tone perkier.
“Give me two weeks,” Sunjiya says, choosing the only time she’ll be able to get away. In two weeks, Akeem will be in Crescent Falls with Axton. She can make the trip to Conyers and return before he does. “I’ll come the first Thursday in April.”
“How long can you stay?”
“We’ll take it one day at a time but I have to come back Saturday.”
“Then, try to come in early Monday.”
“I’ll see and let you know, okay? But I gotta go,” Sunjiya says, then ends the call before her sister can say anything else. She sighs. Her sister reaching out right now is bananas. The cloud she’s been floating on this weekend just dissipates and she feels like she just crashed onto the floor.What the fuck!
With a worried mind, nervous being, and body full of dread from what-if scenarios, she ambles to the bar. After filling a tumbler with ice from her machine, she walks into the kitchen, searching the pantry, fridge, and freezer. After closing the freezer door she realizes her search was fruitless.
