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“I’m sorry, Remy.”

“It’s too late for your apologies, Porsha. In fact, you need to go.”

“Remy…”

“Please leave, Porsha.”

“How am I going to get home? You brought me here.”

“I already called a ride share.”

I stared at him, wondering how he did that when he was talking to me. But, it hurts that he was not even allowing me to give my side of the story. I knew what I had done was wrong, but his mother was ruthless.

I sighed and put on my clothes. I glanced at Remy, who couldn’t even look at me. Instead, he was staring at the window to his balcony. He was waiting on me to leave, so I did just that. I already knew I wouldn’t be able to talk to him, so I was going to give him his space.

“About work?”

“You don’t have to come into the office. You can work from home since we still have a deadline on Stacy’s story.”

“Okay.”

“If you need to ask any questions, you can relay them to either Jenni or Helen.”

“Okay, but we’ll have to eventually talk, Remy.”

He ignored me as he continued to look out the window. I sighed and went downstairs. Sure enough, I seen the ride share outside through the window. I opened the door and closed it behind me. I looked back at Remy’s house, realizing this was the first and last time I’d be there. Just the fact that we just slept together was disheartening. I guess he just wanted to fuck before he decided to drop that bombshell on me.

I sat in silence during the ride home, not sure how to process what just happened. I shouldn’t be too mad about what happened, but it didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt. I knew Remy was not going to want to talk to me anymore. Hell, I may not even have a job after tonight, but I only had myself to blame for the shit that I’d caused.

I asked the driver to drive me to my parents’ house. They were normally night owls, so I was sure they were still up. I needed to talk to them since they were the only ones who knew what actually happened. My mom even confronted Mrs. Reeves about the incident in which she didn’t bat an eyelash. The only thing she mentioned was that my mom should be grateful that she stepped in, or my dad would have died. She was a heartless bitch.

Once I got there, I paid the guy and immediately exited the car. I went to the door, practically banging as it opened.

“Porsha? What’s wrong?” my dad asked.

I went into his arms and started bawling. I really didn’t want to bother my parents about this, but they were the only ones I could talk to. I just hoped that everyone in my life could forgive me for what I’d done, especially Remy, because I didn’t want to lose him for the second time. But I knew I had. I just hoped he found it in his heart to forgive me.

CHAPTER 15

Remy

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here were a lot of thoughts that were going through my mind at the moment. From reconnecting with Porsha to telling her that I knew what happened the night she walked out on me, I didn’t know what or how I should feel. I was angry that she would have kept that secret for so long, but I was also pissed at my mom for even doing that. She shouldn’t dictate who I should be with. It’s not her place to decide. I get she was being a mom, but she had to cut the apron strings eventually. Now, it made me wonder if her dirty money was how I started my business since she got Porsha to leave me. I didn’t know what was worst: my mom getting Porsha to leave or Porsha accepting my mom’s bribe. The thought of both made me sick.

As for Porsha, I get why she did it. She wanted to help her father, but she should have talked to me about it. She shouldn’t have let my mom bully her and she damn sure shouldn’t have lied to me about leaving to discover herself. If she loved me, she should have fought for our relationship. That goes to show me that she could be weak, which made my feelings for her a bit complicated.

After what happened between us earlier, I couldn’t stay in the house. It gave me too many memories of reconnecting, which felt so good. Her in my arms, her lips touching any parts of my body, and the looks she had when we were making love only made me want to go find her and tell her how I felt about everything. I wanted us to have a second chance and have a future together, but I knew that was wishful thinking. There was no way the two of us could pick things up and try again because too many reopened wounds couldn’t be repaired.

Instead of wallowing in self-pity, I showered, picked out a navy blue shirt and black sweats, and headed to my sister. We needed to talk. I called to make sure she was at home before heading there. I didn’t know if she went anywhere else after the party, but she answered, insisting I come over. I hopped into my car and drove, enjoying the night breeze as I made my way through downtown. Chandra stayed in a condo near the Third Ward, so the drive wasn’t far. I arrived within 15 minutes as I buzzed for her to let me in.

I walked into the building and to her door, when it opened to see Jasper standing in the doorway. “Why are you here?”

“I can’t hang out with my sister?”

“Normally, you’d be at some club at this time of night.”

“My sister needed me right now.”

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