What did I tell you about hurting him? You are lucky the man is in love with you or he would be taking a woman to his bed tonight. If you get some sense, your man is at the Fairmont room 403.
It hadn’t dawned on me that he would find someone else. I rushed out of the house without even getting my coffee. If he had some bitch with him, I would kill him.
I got to the Fairmont, and I snuck up to his room and started pounding on the door like a crazy person. I was hurting, afraid that I pushed him away, and he had said I wouldn’t like the consequences. It took him a long time to open the door, but when he did, I ran in looking for a bitch who wanted to die. I noticed the messed-up bed. So, I went searching, and there was no one in the room.
“Alexandria, what are you doing?”
“Looking for the bitch you picked up last night.”
“I sent her packing.” I ran up and struck him across the face.
“How could you!? Was that my consequences?” My tears were pouring down my face. I started pounding on his chest, and he stopped me.
“Woman, please calm down. I didn’t have a woman up here.” He pushed away from me and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I was confused. I sat there stewing in my own thoughts while he took a shower. It seemed like forever before he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“What are you doing here, Alexandria?” He sounded pissed that I came.
“I came to see if you were cheating on me.”
“Well, I wasn’t. There was a bitch that approached me at the bar last night after I tried calling my fiancée who refused to answer or return my calls, but I told her to move along. Right now, I am not sure that was the right move. Now that you know I am not cheating, you can go.”
I stood up and felt my world crumble. He was making me leave. I reached for the ring on my finger and started to slide it off. Before I knew it, he was on me.
“Don’t you fucking dare take that ring off, unless you plan on making it permanent,” he growled and stepped back to see what I would do.
“I don’t understand. You are telling me to leave, and yet you don’t want me to take off the ring.”
“Good. Now you understand some of the shit you put me through, yesterday. You sent me packing without letting me explain, made me feel like an asshole, refused to take my calls, and then have the nerve to come here thinking I would betray you. You said you only came here because you thought I would fuck another woman, like what we have means nothing to me. I have done nothing but treat you like a fucking princess, giving you more of me than I could have ever given anyone else. I told you I loved you, and I meant it. Yet, you keep pushing me away.”
“I am sorry,” I cried. “Please don’t leave me.”
“Go take a shower.” Okay, I would do whatever he asked if he could forgive me for losing it completely. I turned and started walking to the front door.
“Where the fuck are you going?” he said gruffly.
“I am going home to take a shower.”
“Get in that fucking shower over there right now,” he roared, and I didn’t know what he was thinking, but I was fucking turned on like a cat in heat right now.
I nodded and walked into the bathroom. I washed up and hoped that we could get past this. Once I finished, I walked out in my towel, and he was standing there like a solid wall of delicious muscle wearing only his boxers.
“Stand right there.” I stopped in place and waited.
“We are going to get some shit straight, and then I am going to teach you a lesson. Okay?” I nodded, and he continued.
“I didn’t want to keep it from you, but as your father, I respected him enough to honor his wishes.”
“I know. I am sorry. I should have not pushed you away.”
“You had a right to be angry, but since you heard my conversation, you knew that I didn’t want you upset, yet you didn’t even wait to see why I would keep something like that from you. Your father has known for four months. I have known six weeks and only because I stuck my nose in his business. I told you I would do all I had to do to protect you, and this was it. I am not only protecting you from physical, but also from emotional harm which includes being unfaithful. You need to trust in that.”
“Can you do that? Because I cannot go through this again.”
“Yes. I am sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am.”
“Well, you are going to prove it,” he said as he walked up to me.
Chapter 15—Max
“I had been through hell and back in the last day. I don’t expect that to happen again.”
“I won’t do that again. I promise.” I really didn’t want to punish her. She was somewhat justified in her anger, and hell if I wouldn’t have knocked down the hotel door well before now and murdered a motherfucker if I thought she was with someone else.