It’s not a complete fabrication but the way she twists the story so effortlessly makes me chuckle at the fact that she’ll definitely make an excellent lawyer.

“I’m not sure.” She walks away and I try my best to strain to hear because it sounds like he’s giving her a hard time but I’m not sure for what. The way she shared so easily that I was here, means that this guy probably has no idea who I am or about our previous relationship. I vaguely hear the words ridiculous and trust thrown around and I frown that she’s having to deal with someone who’s so clearly insecure. But I reserve judgment for now because maybe there are things about this relationship that I don’t know. She hangs up the phone with a huff and comes back over.

“I hate when he gets like that.” I can see the irritation on her face and I want to touch her to relax the frown lines on her forehead but I don’t want to make things even more complicated.

“Is he like that… often?”

“It’s like he doesn’t trust me. And… he doesn’t know about you. He has no reason to feel this way.” Her voice is getting more excited as she gets more worked up. “I’ve never even come remotely close to doing anything inappropriate when he’s cheated on me!” She claps a hand over her mouth like she hadn’t just blurted out the truth. Her eyes widen. “I didn’t say that.”

My blood begins to boil. He did fucking what?! I will fucking murder that kid. Aside from still being the most important person in my world and the love of my life, she was also my Goddaughter and I vowed a long time ago to kick the ass of any man that didn’t treat her right. “Yes, the fuck you did.”

“Don’t tell my parents. They will… they already…,” she winces.

“I’m not concerned about Kevin and Michelle right now and neither should you. You need to be concerned about me. I am fucking pissed.” He takes a step toward me. “He did what?”

“It’s not…”

“No, don’t backtrack now. Go get your shoes and get back out here. We need to talk. And if you don’t, I’m coming in the house and you’ll have a harder time explaining that.” My tone is direct and I hope she realizes I am very serious in this moment. She lets out a sigh and I hear a fuck leave her pouty lips as she goes back into the house. She’s back moments later with her heels on and her purse before moving quickly past me toward my Mercedes. She slides in the front seat without even waiting for me to open her car door which pisses me off even more, but I assume she’s just in a hurry to get away from her house and any prying eyes. I follow suit and pull off into the night, going down a few streets and finally pulling out of her neighborhood.