Lex(64)

Me: Yes, thank you.

Suit Master: What’s wrong?

Me: Nothing.

Suit Master: Lex, if you don’t tell me, you know I can find out other ways.

I guess he’s right about that. The Suit Master seems to know just about everything about me. On the outside that is.

Right now, I’m lying in bed. I just took a bath and drank an entire bottle of red wine to drown my sorrows while listening to Patsy. I need to sleep, but I can’t. And the Suit Master just texted me. It’s like he knows I’m in bed, bored, sad, and staring at my coffered ceiling.

Me: Fine…you win. I can’t sleep. I’m depressed and I miss my little girl.

Suit Master: You don’t have a daughter. So who’s the little girl?

Me: A friend of mines.

Suit Master: Male or female?

Me: Male

Suit Master: Do you love him?

Me: I’m not discussing my feelings with you.

Suit Master: That would be a yes.

Me: No. That would be a, none of your damn business.

Suit Master: How about I keep your mind off this new beau of yours? Who btw you’re not supposed to be feeling anything for. I thought we already had this discussion. Me plus you, equals relationship.

Me: I can’t have a relationship with a phone or a computer.

Suit Master: You also can’t have one with me until you get comfortable enough.

True. However, I’m not telling giving him the satisfaction of agreeing with him.

Me: Ok Suit Master, make me comfortable.

Suit Master: I thought you’d never ask.

I can almost see a sly smile through the phone. He’s a good distraction. Gotta give the man some credit, he seems to know more about me than Gage does and he’s still interested. That might be a good thing, or it could mean he’s a psycho stalker like I’ve predicted. Even though, Roni keeps pushing me toward him. I know she wants me to be with someone and I don’t think she cares who.

Suit Master: Chocolate or Vanilla ice cream?

Me: If you know so much about me. Shouldn’t you already know the answer?

Eat that, you dirty scoundrel.

Suit Master: That’s not the fun of the game, Lex. I want you to willingly tell me.

Me: No, why should I? If you already know the answer. Or do you?

Suit Master: Fine. But you have to ask me questions too and pretend to actually want to know the answers.

Me: Deal

Suit Master: You my Angel, like Rocky Road ice cream, with sprinkles, caramel sauce and coconut.

WHAT THE!??

Me: How in the hell?

Suit Master: Thought you had me stumped didn’t you?

Me: Yes!!!!

Suit Master: Lol…I told you… I know you.

Does he know about my lady?

Suit Master: Your turn.

Me: Fine… Favorite food?

Suit Master: Steak, medium rare.

Three hours later

Me: I’m finally tired, thanks for keeping me company.

Suit Master: No problem, Angel. Sleep well. Talk with you tomorrow… The secret of being a bore is telling everything.

Me: Is that your way of telling me you told me too much? Lol…

Ten Minutes later

Evidently, he’s decided he’s done conversing with me tonight. It’s already climbing into the wee hours of the morning. I’m officially tuckered out. Tonight, it was nice to relax and casually chat with the Suit Master. I found out quite a bit about him. He likes steak, hates olives, and owns two vehicles, although he won’t tell me what they are. He admitted that Babs his dog isn’t actually his dog. She’s his dads, but he goes there every Sunday for lunch and that his dad just recently remarried a woman young enough to be his daughter. Which made me laugh. It was an informative and entertaining night, kept my mind from retreating back to Emma and Gage.

Now it’s time for some shuteye.





Chapter Sixteen





Wednesday





Me: Come on Gage… Answer my texts. I want to pick Emma up from school today. Is that okay? I’m going to see her after school unless you tell me otherwise.

I’ve been texting Gage all morning trying to get him to answer me. I even called his office and his bitch ass secretary said he was in a meeting. I want to see Emma today, and I don’t care how much of a bother or pain in the ass I’m being. I miss her, a lot.

One hour later

Gage: No, you may not.

Me: Finally you text back. Aren’t you working late? I can watch her.

Gage: What don’t you get about the word NO? No means no, I conceded to staying at your house on Monday, even after you blew me off. What makes you think I want to relive that nightmare?

My heart pains with malignant shame, and I rub it. I can’t believe he feels this way. It hurts to read.

Me: Being around me was a nightmare?

Gage: All of Monday night and Tuesday morning was a nightmare reincarnated.

Me: Ouch that hurts.

Gage: Yeah…well…the truth fuckin hurts don’t it? You kiss me and then you push me away. You don’t think that hurt me?