Page 56 of Panther's Magpie
“Maggie,” he starts.
I cut him off. “I’m serious. You two have history and clearly aren’t over. I wouldn’t blame you for going off with her. You guys have things to figure out.”
“It’s not…”
I shake my head and stand back up. “I really don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m just going to call one of the guys. I’ll see you later.”
Before he can say anything else, I rush out the door.
Running. Just like I always do.
PANTHER
Tossing cash onto the table, I chase after Maggie.
“Is everything okay, Panther?” Michelle asks.
“Everything is fine. Just have somewhere to be. I’ll see you later,” I lie.
Pissed doesn’t even begin to cover how I’m feeling right now. I’m mad at Maggie for not giving me a minute to explain this shit, and I’m fucking furious with Ava for inserting herself where she’s not wanted.
“Maggie, slow down,” I say harshly as I step outside.
“Find your girlfriend,Calloway,” she says over her shoulder.
This little brat. I should turn her over my knee and spank her ass until it’s red. I don’t like the way she is spitting out my name like an insult now. I want her to call me Calloway, but not like this.
I catch up to her and put my hand on her shoulder, making her stop. She turns to face me but steps back. Her stepping away from me is like a knife to the chest.
“Will you just give me a goddamn minute? She’s not my girlfriend. Never has been, never will be.”
Maggie scoffs as she crosses her arms over her chest.
“Oh, really? Are you sure about that?” she asks.
“Yes.” I don’t hesitate.
“Okay then, explain it to me like I’m five,” she says sarcastically.
I look up at the sky and take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.
How the fuck did everything get so twisted today? Everything was perfect until it wasn’t.
I never should have fucking stopped for food. If I hadn’t, Ava wouldn’t have had the chance to fuck with either of our heads. She wouldn’t have gotten under Maggie’s skin.
“Spit it out, Calloway. I don’t have all day,” she sasses.
I open my mouth to explain that Ava was just a fuck buddy who wanted more. I want to tell her that I made it fucking crystal clear to Ava that nothing will ever happen again between us when my phone rings.
Maggie’s eyes drop to my pocket. “Are you going to answer it?”
Should I? Yes. Will I? No.
“No, I’m kind of in the middle of something right now.”
My phone stops and then starts up again.
“Sounds important,” she says.
