Page 3 of Tempted By the Taurus
The call ended.
With a long sigh, I removed the phone from my ear, staring at the clouds. It was too cloudy. I hoped it wouldn't rain today.
"Okay. You need to snap out of it. You have work that needs to be done. Just get the call from mom out of your head. You'll be good," I whispered, giving myself a prep talk.
I hated to lack on a job, knowing it would get back to Travis or even Theo. I didn't need either of them breathing down myneck. They were some scary men, and I didn't want to get on their bad side. The way they did business was ruthless. If anyone thought of double-crossing the Smith Brothers, there would be hell to pay.
I made my way back to my seat. "You got this," I coached myself, powering up my iMac again since it was in sleep mode. With my parents out of my head, I got to work.
I had an appointment at the end of the week with a new client. I beamed as I eyed the screen. To finalize the appointment, I had to call to confirm that he was still available. I hoped he was because I needed something new and adventurous. I was tired of doing paperwork when I didn't have any clients.
I pulled my desk drawer open, retrieved my work cell phone, and set it on my desk. Once I found his number, I dialed it and placed the phone on speaker.
The man answered on the fourth ring. "Wassup?" he greeted in a deep, husky tone.
My insides warmed at the sound of his voice.
I plastered a smile on my face as if he saw me. "Good morning. My name is Leighton Myles, a realtor at T&T Homes. I'm calling to make sure you were still looking to buy a home?" My heartbeat furiously in my chest, praying in my head that he still wanted to do business.
"Oh, hell yeah. My appointment is on Friday."
I pumped my fist in the air, happy that he still wanted to do business. "Okay, great! I'll see you Friday morning at nine o'clock."
"See you then."
Once I hung up the phone, I did a little dance in my seat. Finally, something good had come out of the morning after talking to my mother. Things were looking up.
After a long day of work, I was finally home. I had changed out of my work clothes and now adorned a two-piece pajama set. Since I was still full from my lunch I had at work, I didn't bother with cooking anything. If I got hungry, I'd heat a microwavable dinner. I was in my home office, getting ready to create some journals to sell. In my free time, I enjoy journaling about my day or researching prompts to write about. Since I enjoyed doing that, I wondered if others who journaled did it the way that I did. So, I started making journals and selling them. It was a hobby I enjoyed doing, and it relaxed me.
My cell phone rang while I was in the middle of creating a cover design for the journal on Canva. I eyed the number and saw it was my father. The devil was a liar tonight. I was in a good mood and refused to let anyone ruin my night. I'd just let the phone ring. He'd stop calling when he saw I didn't pick up.
After I completed the journal, I left my office and headed to bed for the night.
With my headbowed and shoulders slouched, I leaned forward, staring at the floor I should be working on. I stopped to take a phone call, but I should never have answered my phone, knowing it would've been some bullshit. That was always the case when I talked to this woman about my child. I tried to do the honorable thing and be nice to her, but that seemed hard to do. She gave me a hard time every time I came around. It made no sense, especially when she was the one who ended things with me. When I thought things were going well in our relationship, she told me I was delusional to think that.
Nya had given me hell after she took our daughter and moved out of the home I built for us.
"Why can't you come get her tonight? I want to go out of town this weekend," she fussed.
I leaned up and ran a hand down my face. "You know why I can't get her right now. I'm in the middle of a project that needs to get finished. Take her to my parents, and I'll get her from there."
She scoffed. "Of course, you want me to drop your child off at your parents' house. You never seem to have time for anything that truly matters. You're the reason we're not together now," Nya fussed.
I shook my head and stood up. "I'm not doing this with you today or any other day. It's been two years since you walked out on me and our relationship. Get over it."
It was probably insensitive to tell someone to get over a breakup, but why keep bringing it up if she was the one who left? Shouldn't I be the one who felt some kind of way?
I gave Nya my all, but she didn't want that. She always said I put work above everything I had going on in my life, including our relationship. That was a lie when I balanced everything the way I saw fit.
I shoved one of my hands in my pocket and walked from one end of the room to the other. How in the hell was I going to get this woman off my phone?
"Look, Nya. I don't want to fight with you. I don't mind keeping Ni'Asia, but I have to work right now, so I'll get her from my parents when I get off work."
Sometimes it felt like I had to talk to her like she was a damn child so that she could comprehend better. It was a way to keep us from arguing a lot. Yes, Nya was the mother of my child, and I respected her, but she would often pick fights with me for no reason, which was tiring.
"Fine!" She hung up the phone in my face.
I let out a long sigh and removed the phone from my ear. Every time we talked, an argument started. It was nothing I did. It was all Nya. I could admit I wasn't there all the time when she needed me. However, I made sure I was there for her in any way I could. When I loved, I loved hard, but she still left me when I used to give her the world. Now she has made my life a living hell.
