Kam
I CAN’T WAITto see Laney. She’s all I could think about on the plane ride home. I concocted a huge plan to take her out to her favorite restaurant tonight, shower her with compliments and affection, and let her pick out whatever she wants at the closed jewelry store. She deserves at least that. And then when we get home, I’m going to make love to her while she’s wearing that piece of jewelry and nothing else.
My blood is pumping already. I haven’t felt this good in weeks.
“Lemon!” I burst through the front door of our condo, ready to tackle Laney, but I’m met with a surprise instead.
“Asshole!” I duck just as my prize, signed football comes careening toward my head. It misses me by half an inch and shatters the window behind me.
What the flying fuck?
“How could you!” Laney verbally pounces on me as I collect my bearings. What the fuck is going on?
“How could I what?” I put my hands up and take a step back as she charges.
“Don’t fucking play dumb. It’s all over the news. You and your good time last night! Jesus, Kam, if you were going to cheat on me, could you have at least been discreet about it? Did you have to flaunt it in my face and make me look like a goddamn jackass?” she unloads, and I’m left speechless.
“I didn’t—”
“Don’t. Don’t you dare,” she cuts me off. I have never seen her so livid. “I have done nothing but try and be the doting fiancée the past few weeks. Tried to give you everything you need. Space, time, understanding, love, and this is what I get? A public slap in the face? I know you’re upset, and I know you are hurting. But I don’t even know who you are right now.” She rips off her engagement ring, and I choke. Her focus is zeroed in on my neck, and it’s then I realize what she thinks.
“This isn’t a hickey.”
“Oh, please.” She chucks the ring at me and I barely catch it. “Don’t insult my fucking intelligence. I saw you come out of the strip club with all those girls. It looks like one of them latched on to you like a suction cup. Did you let her suck your fucking blood like a vampire? That damn thing is huge.” She pushes past me, and I grab her arm, desperate for her to calm down and just listen.
“Goddammit, Laney.”
“Don’t fucking touch me.” She jerks away, anger raging in her big blue, watery eyes. For a split-second, things are calm, silent. Laney shakes her head at me with shame before she escapes out the front door. I’m at a loss what to do. Should I chase her? Give her some space and let her calm down? My decision to go after her is too little too late, because just as I make it out the door, she speeds off in the silver Audi I bought her for her birthday.
I slump on the sidewalk eating her dust.
Shit just got really fucked up.
