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“Easy there. I’ll make it up to you tonight, double time. Does that make you feel better?” he asks while putting on his boxers and shorts, covering up my happy place.

I groan out loud while rubbing my face. “Promises, promises, Stone. I’ll see you out there.” And with that, I turn around to the sound of him belly fucking laughing, making me even more pissed, vowing that he is going to work triple time tonight. Now that thought puts a smile on my face!





Chapter Twenty-Three


Cooper





This day is going to shit. First, I was interrupted while eating my favorite meal—Parker. Then I get home to a strange car in my driveway only to be confronted by Monica, my ex. My very clingy ex. Her coming to visit me shocked the shit out of me. I had no words for her. I just wanted to get away from her. I hadn’t spoken to her in over four months. Why she chose to show up and act like it wasn’t a big deal was a reminder of why we could never work.

A shower was my out of that conversation. I had to get rid of her. She had to leave.

I’m dressing in my joggers when I think I hear the front door shut , which is strange since I didn’t even hear the doorbell ring.

When I’m finally fully clothed, I walk out just as Monica is coming into the kitchen from the front door, wearing my motherfucking T-shirt. The same T-shirt I was wearing some twenty minutes ago.

She must have gone in my bedroom while I was showering, which is crossing the fucking line. We haven’t been with each other in over six months. What she is doing here is baffling me.

“What the fuck are you wearing, Monica?” I ask with not one ounce of patience. This has gone on for long enough.

“I thought I’d get more comfy since I was in the car driving here all day, silly. I knew you wouldn’t mind if I got comfy, and you know I love wearing your stuff,” she says, smiling and walking toward me, trying to snake her hand into my hair. I dodge that bullet and go to the fridge to look for juice or something, anything, to make sure I’m out of reach from her hands.

“I think you should go put your clothes back on since you’re leaving in about ten minutes anyway. This visit is over.”

“Baby, I spent four hours driving here ‘cause I missed you. I know you don’t want me to leave just yet. We can have a picnic like we did back home. Remember when I was the main course and—”

Was she always this ditzy? Was she always this annoying? Jesus, what the fuck was I thinking?

“Monica, we are over. We were over a long time before we were over. We won’t ever be back to where that place was.”

“Baby, just one night. That’s all I’m asking for. We could watch a movie. Then see where it goes.”

“It’s not going to go anywhere.” I cringe, thinking of her calling me baby and think how I ever thought she was what I wanted. I breathe in deep, looking at the ceiling, not sure what to do next. After we broke up, she moved three hours away from ‘our condo’ and when I say our I really mean mine. “Okay, fine, I know it’s a long drive and it’s late, so you can stay the night, but come morning you have to go. I don’t want to drag this on, Monica.”

She looks defeated, but something in her eye sparkles. I don’t even know why.

“Okay, baby, want to order something to eat or do you want me to cook something for you?”

“Yeah, I guess we can order something for you. I’m training, so I can’t eat that food.”

I’m standing in the kitchen thinking I need to text Parker and cancel the plans for tonight. The thought of Parker writhing beneath me gets my dick semi hard, but I block it out before Monica thinks that it’s for her.



Babe, something came up. I gotta bail tonight. Will explain tomorrow.



I send the text, waiting by my phone for that ping with a response since she is always near her phone. When ten minutes go by, I look at my phone and see that I don’t have an answer, so I text her again.



Babe, did you get my text?



Ten minutes later still nothing.



Babe, call me.



One hour later.



Babe, is everything okay? I’m getting worried.



I haven’t heard anything from Parker, which doesn’t make sense. She always answers, but now my texts remain unanswered, my phone calls going straight to voice mail. I’ve been sitting down watching this chick flick, biding my time till I have to go to bed and making sure Monica doesn’t get too close.

Who the fuck knew she was this annoying? It’s been four hours since I’ve heard from Parker, and I’m about to lose my mind. I don’t know why but something in my gut tells me that something is wrong.

When my alarm rings at two-thirty, I wake up covered by a naked Monica. What. The. Fuck. Before going to bed, I closed the door and told her to take the spare room. How I didn’t hear her come in is beyond me. This is fucked up. I shake her off me while getting out of bed. She sits up and makes the cover fall off her tits, tits I loved, before Parker’s.