Page 86 of Perfect Rhythm
NYX
I sat in the middle of my couch with my legs folded beneath me as I shoved a spoonful of cereal in my mouth. It was the middle of the day, and my mind still hadn’t fully grasped everything that had happened last night.
I hadn’t said a word to Eli since his dumb ass proposal, and knowing him, he’d probably tried to call me a million times. But he was still blocked, and that’s how it was going to stay.
My cell buzzed on the coffee table, and I quickly answered it. “Hey, Nani.”
“Hey, baby. Just wanted to check on you.”
“I’m fine,” I replied.
“You sure? You didn’t seem fine last night. In fact, you seemed pretty pissed.”
“Dang, was itthatobvious?”
“To me, yes. I think everyone else was too excited about the proposal to notice, especially your parents.”
My shoulders dropped, relieved that someone besides Skye was aware of my aggravation. “I swear, I don’t know why Eli did that. We’re not even together anymore.”
“What? Since when?”
“Since I found out he cheated on me with Nimah Watts.”
She gasped. “That soap opera girl?”
“Yep.”
Silence fell between us, and I already knew what she was thinking. Although my grandmother never let it slip out in public, I was well aware that she felt like I could do better than Eli. But in her eyes, no man was good enough for me, and it’s been that way since I was old enough to date. Every guy I introduced her to, she gave them the same half smile, then pretended like they didn’t exist for the remainder of the time we dated. As soon as things ended, she would be the first to remind me that she told me he wasn’t good enough for me.
Nani let out a deep sigh. “I told you that man wasn’t the one for you.”
Like always, right on cue.
“Well, maybenoman is.”
“There’s someone. You’ll see.”
“I doubt it.”
A knock at the door pulled me from my short spiral.
“Hold on.” I removed the phone from my ear and headed for the door.
I paused, blinking at the sight through the peephole.
Red roses…dozens of them.
I opened the door slowly.
“Delivery for Nyx,” the man said, holding the bouquet like an offering.
“Um, yeah, that’s me.” I accepted the roses and quickly scribbled my name on the tablet he held in front of me.
“Enjoy the rest of your day.”
“Thanks. You too.”
I should’ve felt something. Roses always did that to me. But coming from Eli, they might as well have been weeds.
