“What do you mean, what am I doing here? How the fuck do you think it feels seeing my girl running around Vegas with some other nigga?” His nostrils flared. “Oh, and not only were you running around with him, but it’s also a rumor going around that the two of you got married.” He glanced down at my hand, and when he spotted the ring, he got even angrier.
“I understand I do owe you a conversation considering we were on a break, but that doesn’t give you the right to just pop up at my house.”
“That’s all you are worried about? Me popping up? Not the fact that you up and married someone else. Were you cheating on me this whole time and already had this shit planned?”
“Not at all. Look, I’m sorry for how things turned out. The break was because things with us weren’t going well anyway.This trip showed me that we don’t need to be together. You didn’t even call me until that picture came out, so clearly, you weren’t worried about me.”
Before Victor could respond, my phone rang. I pulled it out of my bag and debated on answering when I saw Boston calling. I already knew he probably was wondering if I made it home or not. I decided I would just call him when I got rid of Victor, but the phone rang again.
Reluctantly, I answered.
“Hello.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Victor shouted, and it was wishful thinking that Boston didn’t hear him. Maybe he would think it was someone outside or something.
Victor looked like he was on the verge of blowing a gasket as I held the phone to my ear.
“Was that person talking to you?” Boston asked.
“Um.”
“Harvest.” All it took was the tone of Boston’s voice to know that I needed to tell him the truth.
I didn’t want things to turn out like this, because Victor wasn’t a bad person. He should have given me time to call him, and we could have had a civilized conversation, but he couldn’t wait.
“Yes,” I answered Boston. I looked up at Victor. “It’s my ex, and he was just leaving.”
“Put me on speaker,” Boston demanded.
“Everything is fine, Boston. I’m about to go in the house and unpack.”
I tried my best to defuse the situation, but that didn’t look like it was going to happen.
“Harvest, put the phone on speaker.”
“Okay.”
I removed the phone and put it on speaker. Victor looked at me like he wanted to strangle me, but I knew he wouldn’t. He wasn’t that type of person. He really was a good guy, for the most part, but our relationship had run its course.
“You’re on speaker,” I told Boston.
“Yo, my man. I’m going to need you to get away from my wife and stay away from her. You don’t want to find out what I’ll do to you if you bother her again.”
Boston’s dick must have had some type of magic on it or something, because his menacing tone made me want to suck it. I should be worried that he, in so many words, threatened Victor, but all it did was make me miss him.
Victor swiped his thumb over his nose and nodded.
“Fuck this, I’m out.” He walked around me and headed down the hall.
I waited until he was on the elevator before I opened the door and pushed my luggage inside.
“Harvest, I thought I asked you to call me when you got home,” Boston said after a few seconds passed.
I kept the phone on speaker but put it on the table so I could make sure my door was properly locked.
“I was going to when I got inside, but I had an unwanted visitor.”
“He didn’t get out of pocket, did he?”
