“Can’t afford a wallet these days?” It might sound rude, me judging her for stuffing her tits with cash, but she isn’t the type to do that shit. Mya was pure class and the trashy side of her is in my bed only.
“Not that its any of your business, but Micha shoved it down my shirt when we were fighting.”
The fuck did she just say?
I jerk my head to her, furious at what she just said. “He did what?”
She groans and rolls her eyes at me. “We were fighting. I got up, dropped fifty dollars on the table and text Lex. He came out pissed and gave me it back. Couples fight Sully, unless its us. We don’t fight we send mean letters and go silent.”
I laugh the same shitty humorous laugh she gave me moments before. “Are you seriously comparing me to that bitch that shoved money down your top?”
I wait for her to respond, which she doesn’t. “I might have fucked things up with us Mya, but I would never do some disrespectful shit like that.”
She rolls to sit on her hip and face me. “No, you’re the valiant type that dumps someone in a letter and took me off your visiting list. It’s as bad as dumping someone on text and blocking them. At least Micha gave me my investment back.”
As words go, they hurt bad. Still, I wouldn’t let her shit on me while it’s him she’s pissed at.
“Pet, if your investment was fifty-dollars then you are better off alone.”
She looks at me with, if I didn’t know any better, hatred. “I don’t need your advice. I don’t need anything from you Sully.”
I hate that she calls me that. I miss hearing her pant my name when I was inside of her. “Other than a good ride, that is.”
I swear I could feel her anger like a heartbeat in the car at my double meaning. “How mature of you, Sully. What is this? Some twisted way to put me off balance so I remember what you and I did? Well, I remember. I wish I didn’t, but I do. You reminding me isn’t making me reminisce or daydream, it just helps my resolve to never let it happen again.”
“It will happen when you realize you miss me as much as I have missed you.” It terrifies me to admit it, but I can’t hide it from her.
“I never said I didn’t miss you. That was the whole issue. I was left here mourning something you threw away.”
I pull into her complex and kill the engine before looking at her.
“Look at me Pet.”
“I said don’t call me that.”
“I said I didn’t give a shit.”
She finally looks at me.
Small victories.
“What?”
I clear my throat and scrub my face with my hands. “If you miss me, then it means you aren’t over me.” I take her hand in mine and pull until she finally looks at me. “I fucked up Mya, I was in my head and couldn’t see the future.” I cup her chin and lean in, so we are nose to nose. I need her to feel me, to see that I won’t ever give up on us again. “I dreamt about you, fuck I missed you. You are my butterfly.”
“Stop.”
“Why?”
I watch as tears line her perfect eyes and I want so bad to erase the last two years and start over. “You can’t begin to know what it was like for me and I am not trying to pretend I know what it was like for you.”
“It was hell, Pet.”
She nods and I wish I could explain to her that I was wrong. I keep trying to find the words, but they are never there.
“Then you should know why that pisses me off. If you were as miserable as I was, why the fuck wouldn’t you fix it?”
She tries to open the door, but the door is locked. By no means am I going to keep her in here against her will, but for now it’s the only thing keeping her here.
