Page 36 of Treason's Temptation
“You sure you don’t want him?” I asked, turning to her.
Fallon chuckled, “Not a fuckin’ chance.”
“Glad y’all are bonding because you’re with Navie today,” Treason ordered, picking up the coffee cup.
“What?” I yelped while Fallon was just as confused.
“It’s not a debate, Fal. I have shit to do, since we’re so behind. Get Navie up to speed.”
“I don’t want to spend my day with your flunkie who moved my shit out of my apartment,” I seethed.
“Spare me theI’m not a girl's girl’speech. You could’ve killed him, and trust me, I don’t want to spend my day with you either,” Fallon spat with impressive sass.
“If I wanted him dead, he would’ve been,” I scoffed at her dramatic recount of events, “At most, he was headed for a long nap, which could’ve done him some good since he doesn’t sleep.”
A pattern I quickly picked up on because I wasn’t sleeping either. I caught his feet shuffling up and down the hallway at odd times of the night.
“I’ll let the two of you get to it. I’m already late. Play nice.”
Treason kissed my cheek like the star married couple in a family sitcom. I groaned, disgusted, while he gloated in the elevator, smiling just as the doors closed.
“Rylo is on his way. Get dressed. We have a busy day ahead of us,” Fallon ordered, sitting on the couch, typing on her phone. “I’m assuming you have something appropriate to wear?”
“You went through my shit, so you should know,” I sneered.
Fallon groaned, subtly shaking her head in disbelief that she was stuck with me. Sharing the same sentiments, I marched to my bedroom to curate a look fitted for the executive liaison’s girlfriend. One that shut Fallon’s mouth for the day.
When I returned, Rylo snapped his fingers, “Ohhh, Miss Mamas! I like that outfit.”
“Thank you.”
“It’ll do for now, but shopping is on our to-do list,” Fallon quipped.
“Great, I love shopping. Especially when I’m not paying for it.”
I sauntered over to Rylo in my shamrock-colored trousers and matching fuzzy green off-the-shoulder cardigan for a sophisticated yet sexy look. I wasn’t in control of much, but my wardrobe was one of them. I refused to dress like an eighty-year-old woman sitting in the first pew of a Pentecostal church—no matter who was paying.
“Alright, plug your information in on this page,” Rylo instructed, handing me the iPad.
Reading the word telephone prompted me to ask, “Where is my phone?”
Everything moved so fast that it was easy to forget. There were no close friends I needed to keep in touch with. Only Rayven and since my baby left the nest, she had friends of her own.
“What did you do to it?” I asked, catching the phone Fallon pulled from her purse.
“Take that up with yourboyfriend.”
“I’m taking it up with the person who handed it to me.”
“Umm, I can come back later,” Rylo interjected, wearing a mask of confusion.
“No need,” I groaned, “It’ll be the same energy then, too.”
I entered my information, and Rylo scanned my hand, finishing whatever needed to be done on his end.
“What’s next,Master?” I asked Fallon, reclining on the couch.
“Leave the comedy show here. There will be eyes and ears everywhere. We’re going shopping and then having lunch before your date tonight.”
