Page 6 of Entwined with My Best Friend's Brother

With a snarl, I storm off, but Ryan still follows, pleading, "Jen, listen. I'm sorry. Please, listen to me."

Realizing the commotion I have caused, I turn around to face Ryan and lean in, whispering, "It would be wise for you to back off now. Don't make a scene."

Finally, the message seems to sink in, and he stops following me. I march toward the parking lot, keys in hand, and quickly text Charles to let him know I'll be driving myself. As I exit the gate, my initial positive feelings about Ryan have been replaced with bitterness and anger, tears streaming down my face. Why did he have to say such hurtful words?

Chapter Six - Jenna

ItisSundaymorning,and bright sunlight travels through my creamy translucent curtains. The weather seems good today. The clock at my bedside blinks at 8:30 as it changes to 8:31. Cale is probably still asleep in his bed, so I allow myself to laze around under my thick bundle of nice-smelling, comfortable sheets.

It has been a week since I left Ryan, and I still can't help remembering his White Russian-soaked sullen face. I feel bad for throwing the drink in his face. I can't believe the fact that he could be so dull. I rarely open up to men emotionally. I felt a connection with Ryan on some level, so his response in such a way was crushing. It had been a colossal mistake to tell him.

Yet when I close my eyes, I can't help remembering how his hot hand felt against my waist. I still feel the heat on my lower middle back from when he supported me. And his black tux fit him so deliciously. Even while leaving, I couldn't help but notice his soaked shirt that exposed his well-defined abs if one got up close. Ugh. I wouldn't say I liked that. I hated the man, but I couldn't forget about him. This heat had remained with me all week, making me unbelievably hot.

I contemplated masturbating in the restroom just once to relieve the uncomfortable heat. Still, I have been so busy with work and Cale that I had no time to myself all week. Besides, I didn't want to do anything that reminded me of him.

It is nice, quiet, and comfortable. Cale is asleep. Just as I am about to get up from my bed to take a nice, long, hot shower, my professional phone pings.

Groaning in disappointment, I turn, as my work is more important, and I am now used to working on my days off.

But unexpectedly, just as I open my phone, I notice it is from an unknown number, and the text reads, "Resign or Regret."

Looking at the text, I don't know what to feel and contemplate for a while, but then I hear Cale calling for me, amusing me, "Mom…. I want to poo…."

I ignore the text, thinking, 'Well, I guess this will have to wait for now.'

I regret not being able to enjoy my time, but I miss my little prince more. So, I decided to cheer up as I walked, thinking about what to make for breakfast. I indulge myself and my baby with pancakes with chocolate syrup, blackberries, and vanilla ice cream.

My son calls for me again. "Mom…"

I smile, "Mommy's coming, baby."

The rest of the day goes by relatively peacefully. The following day, my alarm rings and wakes me up at 6 am sharp. I get up from the bed like I do any other workday. It is Monday morning, and I have a list of things to do today.

I follow my routine to the T. Always having had a bath the night before, I brush my teeth, wash my face, put my hair up in a bun, and put on my everyday make-up. But instead of putting on my work clothes, I wake up my cute little munchkin and prepare him for kindergarten.

Despite being my cute, lovely, loyal little prince, Cale dislikes attending school. He once said, 'I don't like going to school because you're not there, and when I come back, you're not here either.' His words broke my heart, and I couldn't help replying, 'Cale, sweetie. It doesn't matter if I'm not there because wherever you might be, you should always remember that I love you and that no matter what, I'm always thinking of you.' After this, Cale never speaks to me about it again, but he still makes excuses about going to school, making it a considerable struggle where my clothes usually get messed up before I even step out of the house.

Entering Cale's bedroom, I walk to the red car in the middle of the room and almost smile at the wiggling bundle of sheets lying in the middle. Smiling, I call, "Cale, sweetie. How about today I come to pick you up from school instead of Bethany?"

An eye peeks out, and a nasal voice emerges from the sheets, "Really?"

Smiling at the cuteness, "Really."

"Promise me first? And make it a pinkie swear, or I'm not going."

It still really breaks my heart when he doesn't believe me. Do I need to improve at keeping promises?

Nodding, I smile as I offer my pinkie, "All right. I promise to come to pick you up from school today. I swear my pinkie on the line."

I make a funny face at him, making him giggle in his nasal voice as he twists his pinkie around mine and shakes it, standing up from the bed.

"Alright, it's time to get ready. So go to your bathroom and brush your teeth. If you need anything, call me, okay, sweetie?"

Nodding like an adult, Cale goes straight to work while I bring his clothes out of the closet and set them on the bed for him to change.

I make a plate of omelet and cheese sandwiches, along with my coffee and Cale's milk. For Cale's lunch, I pack him some pasta, bread, slices of apple, and a juice box. After which, I go to put on my clothes.

Once both of us are ready, we have breakfast, pack our bags, and strap into our seats. I drive out of the garage and head towards Cale's kindergarten while Cale sings 'Elmo song.'

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