Page 50 of Rhet

I don’t know if it’s the sofa, Fresh Prince or the company, I didn’t want to go. My phone moves in my pocket. I pull it out already knowing who it is. I type her an apology and cancel the date. I want to stay right here.

Eventually, we fall into a silent rhythm of passing the popcorn to each other.

My bow tie is gone, after three glasses of wine on a partially empty stomach what did you expect?

She curls up at my side. I think she’s sleeping. She smells like candy and mint. I never expected the smell of candy to make me happy.

Her legs peek out of her blanket. I won’t tell her, but the Jackson 5 night shirt she’s wearing is cute as hell.

My eyes go back to her legs and then travel to her butt. Her body feels soft and supple against my arm. I wonder if her ass would feel the same way?

My cock twitches. I should be admitted to an asylum. Of all the girls, my dick finds her ass to be impressive.

I don’t fuck the help. I haven’t forgotten my brother, that’s why this Waterfront bid is important. It’s Trent’s dream and I’m going to make that dream happen. I shift. She wakes up. Her hair falls into her face. I push it away as her sleepy eyes meet mine. She smiles.

Fucking cute. The fuck, I have a tent building slowly in my pants. Yeah, it’s time to leave. I stand quickly, pushing her off me. Unfortunately, she tumbles to the floor.

Damn it that must have hurt

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asks as tries to get off the floor.

“Here let me help you.” I stretch forward but she slaps my hand away. Well, she can get up by herself.

“I need to leave. Thanks for a great night.”

Her face is crumpled. I move to the door wanting to leave the pool house as quickly as possible. “Good night.” I don’t bother to stay to hear her answer. I’m out.

I make it to my bedroom in record time. Changing my clothing, I lay on my bed.

Zeeta Woods is getting under my skin. I even tried to impress her by getting a kid tickets to the aquarium. She looked at me like I was worth it. I haven’t had someone look at me like that in years. Fear? Yes, I have seen it in many eyes. Vexation? Of course, since most of the time I’m the cause of the rage.

It felt nice to sit and watch TV with someone, who didn’t have any hidden agendas.

She’s dangerous. She had me in my feelings while I spoke about Trent and my father.

I drag my hand down my face as I looked up at my ceiling.

I can’t have her this close to me. I don’t have time for a relationship and feelings. Besides, with my lifestyle, she would become a weakness I’m not willing to have.

ZEETA

Cold as ice, cold as the marble that I am leaning on in this kitchen. This isn’t the same man I spent last night with. The man in his place is cold, distant, and mean. I can’t help but observe the way his hair falls over his forehead. Or the way his forehead creases as something catches his attention.

When I brought him his morning coffee and daily updates, he didn’t even look at me. He kept his stare fixed to the phone. He picks up his coffee, sips it and places it back on the island. I want to smash the phone and ask him what the hell is going on?

“Rhet, are you okay?” I ask wanting to try the peaceful route before fighting.

“Yes, why?” he asks his eyebrows push angrily together.

“Because you are acting like you’re angry. Giving me the cold shoulder.” I pause. “I thought we became friends last night.”

He continues to scroll on his phone “If I want a friend—”

I cut him off and roll my eyes. “You would have asked me to apply via an application form.”

If I’m honest I’m beyond pissed. I have no idea why, but I can’t stand him changing on a whim.

“Don’t do that.” He finally looks up.

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