“I’m fine.” I said in a dry tone.
He paused before he said something again. “You don’t sound fine.”
“I’m just tired.” I told him looking over my shoulder to make sure Dom’s crazy ass wasn’t around.
There was a pause on the other end again. “I saw your name everywhere,” he said. “They said you got shot at.”
“I didn’t get shot.”
“It don’t matter, that’s still crazy. They had your picture all over the news.”
I didn’t say nothing for a second because honestly I didn’t know what to say. Dru seemed to always have bad timing in the short time that I’d known him. It was like no matter how many times I tried to make it clear that there was no space for him in my life, he always found his way back around.
“You really shouldn’t be calling me,” I said finally said hissing low through my teeth. It’s not that I disliked him because he hadn’t done anything to me, but unless he wanted to get kidnapped again, he needed to leave me alone because we could never be friends. Next time, he might not make it out alive.
“What?”
“You heard what happened and you still thought calling me was smart? Especially after what happened to you.”
“I was checking on you.”
“I know, but it’s dangerous for you to even be attached to me in any kind of way.”
He let out a deep breath on the other end and chuckled. “Carmen, I’m not scared of no cartel.”
“It don’t know what cartel you’re talking about right now.” I told him with my eyebrows furrowed.
He laughed softly, but it sounded forced. “You really think he’d kill me for calling to see if you was okay?”
“I think you should stop playing with your life.” I rubbed my forehead and looked up at the ceiling. “Dru, I’m married, I’m pregnant, and I just got shot at yesterday. Please stop calling me.”
“I’m not trying to disrespect your marriage.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” I repeated. “Because every time you call me, you already know what it is. Unless you want to end up in a body bag, leave me alone.”
He got quiet again. Then finally he sighed. “I’m glad you okay.”
I closed my eyes again. “Thank you.”
When I hung up, I just sat there in the tub staring at the ceiling because that man would not let it go. A minute later the bathroom door opened and Dom walked in. He had changed clothes now wearing those gray sweats that had his dick print showing. He was shirtless showing that ripped chest and tattoos with a glass Hennessy glass in his hand. He looked so good it almost irritated me. He sat down on the closed toilet seat and looked over at me in the tub.
“You look better,” he said he told me taking a sip. It smelled so potent I was mad I couldn’t take my own swig.
“I feel better.”
“You still tired though huh.”
“A little.” I shrugged.
He took a sip another from the glass, then looked at me for another few seconds. “I want you to chill for a little while.”
I already knew where this was going. “I am chilling Dom and I already know where this is going.”
“You know what I mean then.”
