Facing Redemption by Kimberly McKay

already!” 
                  “You think it’s that easy?  You assume I’m cheating, get all possessive and you expect me to overlook that?”
                  “Yes, think about how you would have felt if it happened the other way around.”
                  “I - I w-would have been mature enough to handle it,” Chastity stammered, “and a lot better by the way.  I would have trusted you.”  Trust him that easily … with your history?  Come on Chaz … be honest with yourself … you’re lying to him and yourself!
                  The problem was Chastity liked being angry.  She liked it too much. But was it that she was still reeling from her anger from the effects from the letter, or was she really this angry in result from an honest mistake made by Timothy, who was a good man?  When she stopped sulking long enough to notice how miserable Timothy looked, she knew the answer.
                  “Excuse me?  I notice you were interested in a dance?” 
                  Timothy looked up to the sexiest woman at the café, other than Chastity, staring down directly at him.  Chastity opened her mouth to speak, but before she could tell this woman where to go, the young Italian beauty beat her to the punch.  Without taking her eyes off Timothy, she used her best English.
                  “Your woman turned you down, no?  My name is Gabriella…If I was yours I wouldn’t turn you down.”
                  Timothy shook his head and was about to decline, but Chastity, still wanting to prove a point, answered for him.
                  “He would love to.  Go ahead,” she said in defiance.  “Dance.  See? I don’t care.”
                  “You don’t?”  Timothy narrowed his eyes.
                  “Nope.  I think I’m mature enough to handle it.”
                  “Okay,” he shrugged.  “If you say so.” 
                  Gabriella took Timothy’s hands and walked backwards, with every intention of showing him a good time.  The music held an easy beat to move to, which they both easily fell into pace with one another.  As his dancing partner’s hips were swaying, she was looking into Timothy’s eyes with a promise of what could happen if only he spent more time with her.  There may have been a language barrier, but some things didn’t need interpretation.
                  Chastity sat still cringing from jealousy.  She made it a point to sit on her hands to keep them from throttling the little wanton who was seducing her man.
                  What are you angry with now Chaz?  She asked herself.  You should be angry with yourself…you’re the one who pushed him out there into her arms.
                  S he watched as the little Italian goddess grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, to feel them as they swayed back and forth.  She also noticed how quickly Timothy drew them off, trying to keep them to himself before she grabbed them and placed them on her hips again.  The music ended and turned from a fast hot beat to smooth sexy one, as Gabriella bridged the gap between their bodies. 
                  Just as Timothy was about to decline and turn back to his table, he felt a hand on his arm.
                  “Excuse me,” Chastity said firmly and slipped in between. “My turn!”  She said to the brazen Italian goddess with the iciest stare she could muster.
                  Gabrielle smiled and gracefully slipped off to the side, but before leaving whispered in Timothy’s ear.
                  “You get what you want now, yes?  Your woman’s attention?”
                  Timothy couldn’t contain his laughter, and quickly winked in her direction.  He swiftly turned to smile at Chastity, who was as green as they come.