Page 89 of Crossing Lines

“What?” she shrieks. “Why?”

“He warned me to stay away from you. Told me not to send you lunch or French notes.”

“Oh,” she groans. “He figured it out. Did you tell him anything, Kross?”

“Only that you stay smiling with me and let me call you Davi.”

She sighs. “Great.”

I stare at the rest of my drink. “Be straight with me. Do you want to stay in your relationship?”

“Kross, I told you already.”

“Ol’ boy’s on his way to you with questions. Will you tell him you want me? Or will you calm him down and continue being unhappy? Maybe it’s selfish of me to pressure you to dump someone you’ve loved for five years. I’m not worth it, huh.”

“Don’t say that. I want you.”

Her assurance soothes me. “Then stop prolonging it and tell him how you feel. By the way, if he fixes himself to threaten me again, he’ll be a dead ex.”

“Kross,” she groans.

I smirk. “You remember what I said about groaning my name like that? Want me to come over and take care of you?” I hear knocking on her door. “That him?”

She draws a deep breath before answering. “Yeah.”

“Don’t give him my pussy, Davi.”

“I won’t,” she assures me. “I have to go.”

I slump back in the chair when she hangs up. Hopefully, she’ll let that shit go tonight and be all in with me.

THIRTY-THREE

The ring camera gives a clear view of the fury on Jamir’s face, and it increases my anxiety.

Impatient, he starts banging. “Open the door!”

There’s no more avoiding this. I have to be straight with him.

As I unlock the door and open it, Jamir marches past me into the apartment. “Tell me the truth. Have you been seeing that club owner behind my back?”

I draw for courage and admit, “Yes.”

“What the fuck!” He throws his hands up. “I’m working hard, about to receive a promotion to buy us a house, and you’re doing that to me?”

“Jamir—”

“Did you fuck him?” he presses, eyes red with anger. “The truth.”

“We haven’t... yet.”

He scrubs his hand down his face while fuming. “You flipped out on me for being around women at the country club. Yet you’re disrespecting our relationship. Mytrust.”

“Let me explain.”

“Go ahead,Davi?” My heart skips at the use of Kross’s nickname for me. “What the hell is going on between you and that loser?”

“Don’t call him that!” I snap, tearing up.

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