Page 137 of Strange Seduction
I laughed, but there was nothing amusing about it. “I find it so funny that when I told you I had lunch with my boss, you acted like I’d committed a war crime. You got mad at me for being in Vince’s office, but you had a whole woman in your bed. And even had the nerve to ask me, ‘How would you feel about me being in a room with another woman?’ You’re sick as fuck for that, you know that right?”
“Carmen—”
“It’s the same shit as Allyson!” I cut him off. “You still can’t set fucking boundaries with women. And I bet you were never going to tell me about this, were you?”
“I didn’t want to upset you for no reason, Carmen. Nothing happened—but I knew how it would look.”
“You knew how it looked, but you still let me walk around your office like a damn fool.” The tears started to fall. “I asked you about her…”
“I know.”
“You should’ve told me…”
“I know.”
“Everyone knew. You had me walking into that office like an idiot when everyone knew. You embarrassed me. And you know how I feel about being embarrassed.”
“Carmen…” he reached for me.
I snatched my hand away. “No!”
That was it, the turning and bubbling in my stomach reached a boiling point, and I started to heave. I dashed for the bathroom before the hors d’oeuvres made a final appearance for the evening. After retching over the toilet for what felt like forever, I collapsed next to it in tears.
“Baby,” Theo called from the doorway. “Please don’t be like this. Let’s talk about this.”
“I can’t believe this is happening to me,” I sobbed. “I never in a million years thought you would do something like this, Theodore. I’m seriously fucked up behind this.”
“Sweetness, get up and let’s talk. Please, baby.”
His arms wrapped around my waist, and I was too weak from spilling my guts to fight him off, so I let him carry me out of the bathroom and into our bedroom.
He set me down on the bed and began taking off my heels.
I stared at the ceiling, almost in a daze, as my mind ran a million miles a second. I snapped out of it the moment his hands moved up my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I shot up. He looked up at me with apologetic eyes as he tried to position himself between my legs.
“I wanna make it up to you,” he explained.
I scoffed and pushed him away before standing. “You’re unbelievable.”
I stomped over to my dresser and started grabbing my things from it. “You had a bitch in your fucking bed and you think head is gonna fix this?”
“I don’t think it’s gonna fix anything, baby. I just wanted you to relax a little. Then we could talk some more.”
I scoffed again. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious,” he replied.
“We ain’t got nothing else to discuss about this, Theodore. And I’ll be damned if I let you eat this pussy after the shit you pulled.”
“Nothing happened, baby,” he repeated. “I swear to you that nothing happened.”
I held out my hand. “Then let me see your phone.”
“What?” he asked, confused. I didn’t blame him. I never went through his phone. Ever. I had the passwords for everything, but never felt the need to use them.
But here we are.
