Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Bethany walks over having dealt with the customer and takes Hilary away. I sit at the end of the bar until it’s not busy before I call to her. Saying her name, she looks my way, waits for instruction, and when she doesn’t get one goes back to what she’s doing.
“Elicea, we need to talk.”
She doesn’t look back to me when she answers, “If you ask me again what you did last week, I may punch you this time.” Elicea starts packing up, and I glance at my watch noticing it’s her knock-off time. Sitting back down, I wait for her to finish and when she does, she stops to look at me before making her way to the door. Before the door shuts, I’m behind her following her out. She doesn’t turn around or even look back at me. She knows I’m following her, though.
“We need to talk.”
She halts in her step, then puts one foot in front of the other before she starts again, this time with me standing next to her. “I think you said all you needed to say to me.”
Walking around the corner, her apartment comes into view. She takes out her keys to unlock the door.
“Elicea.”
She shakes her head, opening the door and stepping through it, then tries to shut the door on my face. My foot pushes in stopping her from doing so. Her eyes go wide and she looks panicked.
“What are you doing?” Elicea’s voice is higher than normal.
“We need to talk,” I reiterate.
She looks down at my foot then back to me. “And I said no! Do you not know the meaning of the word?”
I huff in anger, this is going nowhere fast.
“I was told I hurt your feelings.”
Eyes so bright scrunch together as she assesses me. “You were told? You didn’t pick that up by the slap across the face?”
I shrug. “You were being a girl? What difference do I know?”
She laughs, it’s fake. Then stops straight away. Elicea leans forward, opening the door so she comes closer to me. “You may have magical lips, hands and cock. But you have serious issues, Creed. And right now, I don’t want you near me, so you need to leave.”
“Not even if I make you come.”
She pauses, and at first I think she’s going to let me in. “Not even then. You need to learn some manners. Now kindly fuck off.” She slams the door in my face.
I don’t bother telling her I can open it. Instead I walk away knowing that’s probably what I should do because I’ll scare her if I do that.
I scare most people in my life, I was hoping she wouldn’t be one of them.
Maybe I’m wrong.
18
Elicea
How does he not understand what he said was wrong? That he just fucked me, then asked me to work by sleeping with other guys.
Who the fuck does he think I am?
He’s made me so angry I can’t sleep. All I can do is pace back and forth in my room like I’ve lost my mind. Quickly changing my clothes, I call an Uber. Ringing Falcon, he answers on the first ring.
“Where does he live?”
“Well, hellooo to you, too, pretty.”
“Don’t pretty me, Falcon. Tell me where he lives.”
“Fine. Fine. No need to get your panties in a twist.” He rattles off Creed’s address and before he hangs up, he pauses. “No one goes to his place, and I mean never. So don’t take it personally if he doesn’t answer the door.”
The honk of the Uber lets me know it’s here. Running out, I jump in as I make my way to his house. My foot bounces heavily and I have to close my eyes several times while trying to count to ten to calm myself down. It doesn’t work, none of it does. My heart beats harder as I come to a stop out front of his home. It’s raised and stairs wind up to the front door, making it seem like it’s almost magical, but in truth I’m about to walk into something that could potentially hurt me. The light color of the outside of the house matches well with the dark trimmings around it. The door is solid wood I can see it from where I sit. Tipping the Uber driver, I try to see if he’s home, but I don’t notice any lights. My hand grips the railing as I pull myself up his stairs. A glass panel is on his wooden door but it’s tinted so dark that you can’t see inside, so I have to tell myself to knock and not to run the other way. But it’s been over twelve hours since I’ve seen him, and I can’t sleep. I need to have this out, so it’s not the only thing I think about. I need him to leave my system. I wish it were that easy.