Page 15 of Embrace

Blaze sighed. “Shopping?”

“Shopping!” I exclaimed as I jumped up. I walked over to my suitcase and rummaged through the clothes to find something to wear for our outing.

“Are we going to the mall or the outlets?”

“Both.”

Blaze huffed. “Okay.”

“Turn that frown upside down!”

“Nah. You’re about to make my pockets hurt.”

“You can afford it!”

“Yeah, but it’s still gon’ hurt.”

Blaze and I were complete opposites when it came to shopping. He didn’t mind recycling outfits to wear. I, however, loved having new looks for new adventures. I could spend hours walking through clothing stores while Blaze was more of a grab and go kind of guy. He suffered through while I did the shopping and footed the bill every time.

“You’ve already bought like five swimsuits. How many do you need?” Blaze complained as we stopped at another swimsuit display.

“I need at least ten. One week in a tropical area means I’ll be in water at least eighty percent of the time,” I explained.

I’d grabbed bikinis, one pieces, and a couple pullovers. I also grabbed sandals, jean shorts, biker shorts, sun dresses, three formal dresses, and a bunch of crop tops. I wanted to have as much skin showing as appropriately possible. Blaze was being a sport about it as he carried all the bags. I’d been kind enough to shop for him as well. I tried to get as many complementary swim trunks as possible with my swimsuits. If he liked it, I tossed it into the bag. We’d spent about two hours going through all the stores.

“You ready to get something to eat?” Blaze asked as we headed out the door of another store. “I’m hungry.”

“Yeah. We can get something to eat. I got a taste for some spinach dip.”

“What my wife wants, she gets.”

“Wife?” a female voice repeated from behind us.

As I spun on my heels, one of Blaze’s ex-girlfriends came into view. She had a mean mug on her face. I couldn’t remember her name, but if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under right now.

“Excuse me? Can we help you with something?” I asked.

The bitch had the audacity to roll her eyes and divert her attention from me to Blaze. Blaze was close but stood a few inches in front of me to create a barrier. It was a cute gesture, but I wouldn’t mind dog-walking a bitch if needed.

“What do you want, Jakayla?” he asked.

“You married this bitch?” Jakayla questioned. She popped her hip and crossed her arms. Her tone was unpleasant, and her attitude was ugly. I remember why they broke up. Jakayla dated Blaze last year for about four months. He ultimately ended things because she couldn’t handle herself in public. She’d get drunk and belligerent every time they stepped out onto the scene.

“Who are you calling a bitch?” I interjected.

“You!” Jakayla got rowdy. She made a step toward me, but Blaze stopped her from getting any closer.

“Don’t go disrespecting my wife,” he warned.

Jakayla let out a humorless laugh. “I knew when we were together you were fuckin’ this bitch. She the reason we didn’t get our happily ever after. Wack ass bitch. I should have got my ones with you last year.”

“Cry me a fuckin’ river, you dumb bitch!” I growled.

Blaze chuckled. “Like I told you a year ago, I’ve never fucked Suvi, even though now it’s none of your business.”

“So y’all just randomly got married? You married her without tasting her pussy?” Jakayla asked.

“It’s none of your business. I broke up with you because we weren’t on the same type of time. You like to cause scenes, and I don’t rock with that. Now we have nothing more to discuss.” Blaze held my hand as we walked away.

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