deny lying, I didn’t expect him to say he didn’t mean to. “How do you mistakenly tell someone your mother is sick then go out and get drunk with your buddies? It ain’t like I woulda cared, Grant. You ain’t some child who needs to lie. I can’t deal with liars.”
“You become unreasonably upset all the time,” he claimed. “It was easier to tell you what I thought you’d want to hear so you didn’t feel bad. Why can’t you ever just let things go?”
Now I was ready to explode. “What? You don’t lie about your mother bein’ sick, Grant! You said the woman has a blood clot in her lung. It can be deadly, you asshole.”
“Yeah, I know, Mia. That’s exactly what killed her a couple years ago.”
Stunned. I was stunned. He didn’t even sound upset or remorseful. My blood boiled and my head began to throb. What kind of man uses his dead mother as an excuse to go out and party? My anger was so potent, I truly thought my head was going to explode.
“WHAT?!” I screamed. “You’re tellin’ me your mother’s not even alive anymore? You’re usin’ her as an excuse and she’s dead? You’re a bigger asshole than I ever imagined.”
“Mia, it’s not like that. I was just tryin’ to spare you.”
“Spare me from what? You don’t even make sense. Whatever, I’m done. Don’t …”
“What’s your problem, Mia,” he snapped, cutting me off. “You’re not pissed at me, you’re pissed at yourself because you don’t have any real friends. You’re jealous of your friends’ lives and you’re jealous of me going out without you.”
“No,” I said firmly. I found myself defending myself yet again. “I ain’t jealous of …”
“Okay, Mia,” he said in a sarcastic tone. “You’re too damn sensitive. Nothing ever makes you happy. Nothing is ever good enough for you.”
Completely fed up with this conversation, I didn’t know what to say anymore. Somehow the entire situation turned around on me. How the hell did it go from him lying to me never being happy? What the hell was he trying to do to me?
“Whatever, Grant. Don’t call me anymore.”
Without another word, I hung up.
Chapter Three
Jake
You know those moments in life when you can’t figure out how you found yourself in particular circumstances? When you look around and realize your life has taken control and you have no idea what exactly led to your current situation? Tonight was one of those nights for me. Life seemed to have been on autopilot for a while and I was struggling to catch up.
Monique sat on my couch next to me, her long, slim fingers skimmed along the skin of my stomach, and moved toward my groin. Her skirt barely covered her ass and showed every inch of her long, dark, shapely legs. She was the picture of beauty and sin with her low-cut sweater which hung off her smooth shoulder, revealing a tantalizing amount of dark-brown skin. Her corkscrew braids spilled over her bare shoulder and down her chest.
Monique was a good friend; a sweet, intelligent, beautiful woman with an amazing business and a bright future. Self-reliant and self-assured, she knew what she wanted and how to get it and she didn’t rely on anyone to give her anything. Monique didn’t need anyone. She wanted the same things out of life that I wanted; easy and no commitments. That’s exactly what we were for each other, neither of us expected anything more than friendship and casual sex. There were times when we would get together and just hang out. The problem was, tonight wasn’t a night where she just wanted to chill. She wanted more and she was making sure I knew what her intentions were.
Monique called earlier and said she was coming over so she could bring me fliers about different storefronts that were going on the market in Mooresville. She was persistent, she felt I needed to follow my dreams and stop putting
“You become unreasonably upset all the time,” he claimed. “It was easier to tell you what I thought you’d want to hear so you didn’t feel bad. Why can’t you ever just let things go?”
Now I was ready to explode. “What? You don’t lie about your mother bein’ sick, Grant! You said the woman has a blood clot in her lung. It can be deadly, you asshole.”
“Yeah, I know, Mia. That’s exactly what killed her a couple years ago.”
Stunned. I was stunned. He didn’t even sound upset or remorseful. My blood boiled and my head began to throb. What kind of man uses his dead mother as an excuse to go out and party? My anger was so potent, I truly thought my head was going to explode.
“WHAT?!” I screamed. “You’re tellin’ me your mother’s not even alive anymore? You’re usin’ her as an excuse and she’s dead? You’re a bigger asshole than I ever imagined.”
“Mia, it’s not like that. I was just tryin’ to spare you.”
“Spare me from what? You don’t even make sense. Whatever, I’m done. Don’t …”
“What’s your problem, Mia,” he snapped, cutting me off. “You’re not pissed at me, you’re pissed at yourself because you don’t have any real friends. You’re jealous of your friends’ lives and you’re jealous of me going out without you.”
“No,” I said firmly. I found myself defending myself yet again. “I ain’t jealous of …”
“Okay, Mia,” he said in a sarcastic tone. “You’re too damn sensitive. Nothing ever makes you happy. Nothing is ever good enough for you.”
Completely fed up with this conversation, I didn’t know what to say anymore. Somehow the entire situation turned around on me. How the hell did it go from him lying to me never being happy? What the hell was he trying to do to me?
“Whatever, Grant. Don’t call me anymore.”
Without another word, I hung up.
Chapter Three
Jake
You know those moments in life when you can’t figure out how you found yourself in particular circumstances? When you look around and realize your life has taken control and you have no idea what exactly led to your current situation? Tonight was one of those nights for me. Life seemed to have been on autopilot for a while and I was struggling to catch up.
Monique sat on my couch next to me, her long, slim fingers skimmed along the skin of my stomach, and moved toward my groin. Her skirt barely covered her ass and showed every inch of her long, dark, shapely legs. She was the picture of beauty and sin with her low-cut sweater which hung off her smooth shoulder, revealing a tantalizing amount of dark-brown skin. Her corkscrew braids spilled over her bare shoulder and down her chest.
Monique was a good friend; a sweet, intelligent, beautiful woman with an amazing business and a bright future. Self-reliant and self-assured, she knew what she wanted and how to get it and she didn’t rely on anyone to give her anything. Monique didn’t need anyone. She wanted the same things out of life that I wanted; easy and no commitments. That’s exactly what we were for each other, neither of us expected anything more than friendship and casual sex. There were times when we would get together and just hang out. The problem was, tonight wasn’t a night where she just wanted to chill. She wanted more and she was making sure I knew what her intentions were.
Monique called earlier and said she was coming over so she could bring me fliers about different storefronts that were going on the market in Mooresville. She was persistent, she felt I needed to follow my dreams and stop putting
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