Page 13 of Margot
“Can we talk about last night?”[DJ3]She asked, squeezing one hand with the other.
“Do you really want to talk?” I felt residual irritation from last night burrowing a tunnel through my chest.
“I do. I feel horrible for how everything happened.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me you wanted me?” I asked. Even as I got dressed in front of her, she watched me like a hawk. More proof that she was divided.
“Because it’s not that easy for me and you know it. I can’t give you something I don’t possess.” Her sentences set off a wave of anger and pain inside of me.
“You don’t possess attraction to me? That’s a fucking lie, Sutton. I see it in your eyes. I taste it when I put my lips on you. I smell it when I turn you on. I can still taste you from last night. I can taste how wet you were. I’ve brushed my teeth and washed my face but your fragrance and flavor are driven deep into my core.
You can’t sit here and tell me you don’t possess passion when it comes to me. I just wish you’d say it.I wish you’d act like you wanted me.”[DJ4]
“Lennox, I love you more than anything in this entire world. You know that.” Her lips buckled beneath her words.
“Knowing it isn’t keeping me afloat anymore. I need to feel it, baby.” My words grew soft because I no longer had the energy to push so hard. I glanced at the clock and sighed heavily.
“I have to go. Are you practicing today?” It was a stupid question. Something to fill up the blank spaces.
“Yeah. I’m shooting for ten hours,” she told me. “Lennox, I’ll fix this. I’m going to find a therapist today.” Her determination had never been so strong before. I had to give her a chance before I let anger have its way with my logic.
“Make a list of therapists and we’ll go over them together when I get home, okay?” My palm begged to touch the side of her face but I refrained. I couldn’t take one more ounce of rejection. My willpower was low and so was my confidence in my marriage.
“Okay.” Sutton stood and gave me a hug but it was over as quickly as it began. “I love you, Lennox.”
“I love you too, Sutton,” I said. I tried to smile but I knew it didn’t reach my eyes. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed my warm mug of coffee then I headed out of the door.
…
The Red Wing Realty office was fifteen minutes from my house. I took the long way in though because I wanted to listen to classical music on the way in. It made me think about Sutton.
She drove me up a damn wall but I could never hurt her. Even in the midst of my testosterone raging and telling me that fucking another woman wasn’t so bad. I knew those thoughts were selfish and shallow.
Sutton was more than someone to fuck.
I wanted her to get whatever help she needed so that I could finally connect with her on all levels. I knew her inside and out but there was one major piece missing. I wanted to know every part of her.
I pulled into the parking lot and noticed that Ebony’s blue Lincoln Navigator was already parked. She was such a goddamn show-off.
I parked my silver Audi beside her huge cry for attention and got out. Icy wind tugged on my coat as I took sips of coffee and steady steps toward the double glass doors. I glanced briefly at the stylized red wing on the door before pulling it open and reveling in the warmth inside the office.
“Lennox! I was starting to think you wanted to let me show this property all by myself.” Ebony was the first person to greet me. She wore a big smile accentuated by bold red lips.
Once Sutton pointed out the fact that Ebony was attracted to me, I could see it dripping from her. She stared at me like I was some kind of prize. I was used to it from other women but I never paid it any attention when I was at work.
“Nah, never. This is a multi-million dollar property. What in the hell would make you think I’d let you get that all to yourself?” I chuckled and made my way to the back where my office was located. It was the biggest private office in Red Wing. Everyone else shared offices. Ebony shared one with Jovan.
“One day this office is going to be mine,” Ebony mused, leaning against the doorframe.
“Keep dreaming, grasshopper.” I set my mug down and powered on the computer.
“Listen, I’m sorry about last night at dinner with Sutton. Is she mad at me?” She moved closer and I could smell her rich perfume. It was nothing like the understated scent of vanilla that always surrounded Sutton.
“No. She’s not really thinking about you too much. She has a lot on her plate. Thank you for the apology though.”
“Sometimes I feel like Jovan and I are mismatched too so it really wasn’t a shot at her or you.” She sat on the corner of my desk and crossed her legs.
Ebony was much taller than Sutton. I only had about four inches on her. She could have easily been a model with that height.
