Star Struck(33)

His cell phone ringing brought her out of her trance. He stirred but didn’t make any effort to answer it. She tip-toed to the side of the night stand on his side of the bed and picked up the phone. He didn’t turn over. She saw Shareeka’s name displayed on the caller ID. A beeping noise sounded to indicate he had a message. She looked at the phone and looked at Trevon in the bed. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to wake up; she took his phone and walked back into the bathroom. She closed the bathroom door as quietly as she could.

Her bathroom was an inner sanctuary. With a small purple chaise sitting in the corner, she walked and sat down. She flipped open his phone. When the words popped up, asking her if she wanted to check voice mail, she pressed yes. Relieved that it didn’t require a password, she listened to a few of his messages left by Caroline. She hit the pound button until she got to the one that was left a few minutes before.

“Sorry about last night. My sister can be a pain sometimes. Let’s meet up for lunch at our special place. Miss you. Love you.”

Hailey slammed the phone down on the porcelain floor not caring that the case cracked. She picked up the broken phone and stormed out of the bathroom. She threw the phone at Trevon hitting him waking him out of his slumber. He rubbed the top of his head. She jumped on top of him and started hitting him.

“Girl, what’s your problem,” he said, in between trying to block Hailey’s punches.

“You lying bastard. You told me you ended it with her.”

He grabbed both of her arms and was able to stop her from hitting him, although she got a good swap upside his head before he could. “Calm down. I can explain.”

Hailey’s nostrils flared and she had a hard time catching her breath. “Let me go.”

“Only if you promise me you won’t swing at me again.”

“Like you promised me that you ended things with your fiancé. That you and I were going to be together.”

Hailey gathered more strength and was able to move away from Trevon. She jerked her arms away. He jumped. She laughed. “Punk. I wasn’t going to hit you again. You’re not even worth my energy.”

Hailey moved away from Trevon and stood up on the side of the bed. A quick glance in the mirror revealed her hair going in various directions.

“I tried to tell her but she wouldn’t listen. I’m doing it today.”

“Whatever. And I got a beach in the North Pole that I want to sell you.” She picked up his slacks and shirt and threw it at him. “I suggest you get your clothes on and leave before I have another tantrum.”

Hailey turned to leave him alone, but thought second about it. “Let me see your phone.”

He frowned.

“I said let me see your phone,” she snapped.

He picked up his cracked phone and she snatched it from his hands. She flipped it open. It was still in working condition.

“What are you doing?” he asked, as he reached for the phone. She slapped his hand away.

Hailey dialed Shareeka’s number. “We’re calling your fiancé. I mean ex-fiance so you can tell her you’re ending things today.”

Trevon stood up to get the phone but fell because his pants weren’t all the way on.

“Look. This is something I don’t want to do on the phone. Give me a few hours and then.”

She threw the phone at him. “That’s what I thought. You had no intentions of breaking things off. Good thing you didn’t get a chance to taste these goodies again.” She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.



~ 20 ~



Garrett spent the morning schmoozing with his clients. Their signed signature on the five year contract made it all worth it. He had called Trevon on his cell phone and at home to share the good news, but he was nowhere to be found. He left a few messages and spent the rest of the day going through his normal routine.

His eyes skimmed the files on his computer one last time. He had stayed longer than he anticipated. If he left now, he could avoid some of the rush hour traffic and cut off his time by thirty minutes. Well, he hoped anyway.

“Ouch,” he said, as he bumped into Trevon on the way out the door. “Man, you look like crap.”

Trevon responded, “I feel like it too.”

He allowed Trevon to push him back into his office. He closed the door. “I’ve been trying to reach you all day.”

Trevon walked over to the bar in his office and poured himself a drink. He held one up to offer him one.

“No. I’m cool,” Garrett responded.

He watched Trevon gulp down a few glasses of Hennessey. The normally well put together man that stood before him looked like he had been put through the ringer a few times. Since it looked like he needed a friend, he took off his jacket and sat down at the conference table and vowed to listen.