Morgan took her seat, but before she could get comfortable, she felt Bash’s hand tighten against her thigh. He was squeezing so tightly under the tablecloth that she knew he would leave bruises on her skin. She turned to him, frowning, but she got stuck when her eyes landed on the door.

Ahmeek Harris.

Black pants, tailored fit, black shirt, no tie, and a leather jacket with leather boots. Morgan knew he’d ridden his bike, and she wanted nothing more than to run out of the restaurant and ride off with him.

Morgan’s eyes misted as they met his, but Bash’s hand kept her seated. She felt like absolute shit. She had felt nothing when facing Bash after sleeping with Messiah, but looking at Ahmeek, seeing him, hearing him, he brought the aura of love into the room, and it infected her just by looking in his eyes. She had been disloyal to him. Letting Messiah touch her the way he had, if Ahmeek knew, he would never forgive her. Morgan loved this man. She loved them both, and it was killing her. She couldn’t even breathe as he stood there staring at her. She was transfixed, under a spell. Meek shit, as he called it. He was too good for her. He had come to see her despite how angry he was at her, and Morgan had just finished having sex with another man. She felt horrible. She regretted it now, in this moment; she wanted to take the past two hours of her life back. Rewind the clock and make a different decision. How had she forgotten how much she loved him? How could she do such a terrible thing to him? Even when he wasn’t around … even when he was mad at her, he still loved her; she could feel it in the air. It was so potent it choked her. Everyone at the table felt it too, so they didn’t dare disrespect the moment with words. It was silent, and Bash’s hand was so tight around her thigh, and it hurt so badly that Morgan wanted to scream.

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” Ahmeek stated. “I’ma be quick cuz this ain’t really my scene, but I just wanted to say congratulations, Mo.”

Morgan couldn’t look away, and words evaded her.

The energy between them was loud despite the silence that stilled the room. It was like someone had cast a spell over the room, because no one spoke. The heartbeat of their connection pulsed through the air. It was felt. Morgan could hear it beating in her ears.

I’m fucking up so bad. I’m going to lose him.