Page 32 of Crossing Lines

I open my eyes to ensure that man isn’t in my room. His deep voice sounded so near.

Why would Inotwatch you?

Stop it. Stop it right now.

Kross must have done voodoo on me. Why am I thinking about him while Jamir’s making love to me?

Say the word. It’s already in your eyes.

“Fuck!”

Jamir stills at my scream and looks at me. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, no. I’m sorry.” I draw a deep breath. “Could we take a minute?”

“Uh, okay,” he rasps, easing out of me to lie at my side. “Thought you wanted to have sex.”

“I do. It’s just… Had a long day.”

“Huh.”

“Let’s spend tomorrow inside,” I suggest.

“I’m meeting my parents for a fundraiser brunch.”

I scowl. “How come you didn’t tell me before? It’s fine. I’ll find a dress and—”

“Actually, baby,” he exhales. “Don’t be mad. I’m not bringing you.”

“Or rather, your mama said not to,” I snap.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Davia, it’s not that she doesn’t like you.”

“She thinks I’m not good enough for you. It’s whatever. I don’t want to deal with her anyway. Let’s spend Sunday together after I do my hair.”

“About that,” he rasps. “I’m playing golf with my boss on Sunday. I’m on his team and can’t get out of it.”

“What the fuck, Jamir! Do you even want to spend time with me? Am I a fucking priority?”

“You know what?” He scurries out of bed.

My eyes enlarge as he plucks his clothes from the carpet, dressing quickly. “What are you doing?”

“Heading home,” he grunts. “You’re clearly in a mood, and it’s affecting mine. Cursing at me and shit.”

“Are you serious?” I yelp in dismay.

“I’ll see you when you get back from Paris. Hopefully, you’ll have a better attitude.” He gives me a scathing look and walks out of my bedroom. I hear the door of the apartment close with a thud.

“Ugh!” I jump out of bed, toss the diamond bracelet on the nightstand, and head into the bathroom, roughly washing the makeup off my face. Here I am, trying to strengthen our relationship, but Jamir keeps shoving me aside.

Sucking my teeth, I apply my nightly skincare, put on my bonnet, return to bed, and turn off the lamp.

Thoughts of Kross sneak in with the quiet, bringing his sexy voice, chocolate eyes, and arousing sandalwood musk. Everything about him relaxes my body, dissolving the agitation.

I replay our encounter tonight and imagine him whisking me away like he offered. I become aroused from all the naughty possibilities floating in my head until shame breaks me out of it.

THIRTEEN

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