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“Okay,” James replied. “I will handle her. Will you please just come over to my place this week so we can talk about everything in person? I don’t like this phone shit.”
“Yeah, okay. I will keep you posted, but right now I have to go.”
Not bothering to give him room to keep talking, I hung up the phone and walked back towards Allegra and Neal.
“Everything okay?” Allegra asked with a curious smile.
“Yep, more than okay.” My words may have convinced them, but they were far from convincing me.
James.
Walking into my office at work, I tried to let my conversation with Becca go. I hadn’t expected her to act the way she did, but I was wrong to assume she would forgive easily.
She had every right to be mad, but in the end, I would fix it.
“Evette, Allison is coming in today. Make sure she isn’t stopped.”
Evette’s eyes met mine with confusion and small, parted lips. “Sir… are you sure?”
Raising my gaze to meet her, I smiled. “Yes, I’m sure. It will be okay.”
Nodding her head, she exited my office, and quickly, I fell into the pace of work. There was much I was behind on since I had started seeing Becca. It wasn’t that big of an issue, but it wasn’t good business.
An hour later, my office door opened, and Allison walked in with her head held high. Dressed up and not a spot of makeup out of place, she looked as if she was coming here for a reward, and not for a meeting.
“Allison, thank you for coming.”
“Well, I couldn’t very well say no when you asked so nicely. I am curious what the meeting is about,” she replied demurely, her smile brightened by her red lipstick.
Taking a seat across from me, I watched as she crossed her legs to purposely show off the white tops of her garters as if trying to entice me.
“I’m pretty sure you know exactly what the meeting is for.”
Taking a moment, she tapped her well-manicured nails on the desk and smiled. “I take it that you didn’t like my behavior at the gala.”
“That would be one reason. The second would be the way you showed up at my apartment harassing my guest,” I countered, watching as her smile fell and was quickly replaced with a sneer.
“Don’t you mean our apartment, James?”
“No,” I snapped. “It isn’t our apartment, Allison. It’s mine and had one of my business members been there that night instead of her, you could have cost me money. I want to make it very clear to you that if you show up there again, I will have you arrested.”
Anger burned within the depths of her eyes as she stared at me.
She knew I was serious because it wouldn’t be the first time I had called the police on her. Allison had a tendency to be very dramatic, and it was typically because she had been drinking.
“What is it you see in that girl? She has nothing to offer you, and she isn’t part of our world. I know you saw at the gala how everyone looked at her. She didn’t belong among us and never will,” Allison replied with disdain.
I had noticed what she was talking about, but then I wasn’t exactly someone who cared too much about what people said. Even if I didn’t do anything about Allison that night.
The only thing I wanted was for us to have an enjoyable evening, and instead, it had been ruined. Everything was ruined—because of Allison.
“I want to clarify–this is the last time I have to speak to you about this. If you continue to harass her, I will have her press charges against you. To hear you verbally threatened her at the apartment was disgusting and beneath you.”
“Disgusting?” she yelled, standing. “What’s disgusting is knowing that I was married to a man who was sleeping with a woman the same age as his daughter. That’s disgusting.”
This was something I was growing tired of hearing. Repeatedly, she brought this up, and so did Tally. I was a loving father to my daughter, but over the years, she was growing more and more like her mother.
I had done everything for my family, and just because a woman I was interested in now wass the same age as my daughter, that doesn’t mean I had an interest in young girls.
“That is beyond disgusting, and if you don’t stop making those comments, we’re going to have a problem, Allison. I may be a lot of things, but sleeping with underage girls isn’t something I’m about. So stop making those suggestions.”
“It’s a pity, James,” she sighed as she moved from my desk. “If I had known you were this possessive and aggressive back then, I would have tried harder for you.”
Laughter escaped me, halting her in her steps towards me. “There is no way. You have to deserve that kind of aggression, Allison. It isn’t freely given when you act the way you do.”
I had been a dark man for a very long time and taking women of a certain breed was something I enjoyed. I couldn’t have a woman like Allison anymore.
She didn’t listen, and she was selfish.
Becca, though, she was submissive and willing. It was a joint effort with her. She made me feel like we were a team in a way. Someone I could spend my life with if I wanted too. I wasn’t going to be treated the way Allison had treated me for years.
“How dare you say something like that to me!” she snapped. “I was the perfect wife!”
“Perfect? Hardly,” I snorted. “I’m done with entertaining you, Allison. What I have said is what I have said. I don’t want you near my apartment, and if you don’t leave Becca alone, I will come after you full force.”
“James, you aren’t being serious.” She stared at me as if looking for me to give way to some amusing jester that would suggest I was kidding.
“I’m very serious, Allison. Honestly, I think you need to go back to rehab and look at how to get your life back on track. You have never been this bad before, and lately, you aren’t someone I even recognize. Now please… you may excuse yourself.”
Tears built in her eyes at my words, but there was no way I would allow myself to give in to her emotions, no matter how long we had spent together. She may have been the mother of my child, but I wouldn’t allow her to act this way.
Even if it wasn’t Becca, and it was another woman… they didn’t deserve that from her.
Hopefully, this time, she would heed my warning.
Otherwise, god help her the next time she acted out.
Becca.
Four days passed without another word from James.
Our conversation weighed on my mind a lot, but I found myself busy doing other things to keep myself preoccupied, whether it was enjoying drinks and dinner with Allegra and Neal or simply even just taking time for myself.
I had wondered if Miami was going to leave a nasty taste in my mouth, but in reality, it wasn’t. I simply had been too caught up in bullshit to have fun.
Walking down to the cafe near the apartment building, I looked forward to the breakfast tea latte they offered and a blueberry muffin. I was an addict for caffeine, and considering I had been so preoccupied lately, my recurring headaches ended up resulting from no caffeine.
Something I would make up for by the cup full–or twenty.
As the door chimed, I walked in to spot the usual bright, cheerful barista. “Becca… your usual sweetie?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes,” I laughed. “Am I that obvious?”
“Oh, sweetie, you are the only person I know that orders that drink.”
Raising my brows I gave a tight smile. “Well, people just don’t have good taste then.”
“Becca!” A familiar voice called out, and turning, I spotted Neal walking towards me.
“What are you doing here?” He had left yesterday for some business, and I hadn’t expected that he would be back so soon.
I had honestly thought he was going back to New York and not sticking around Miami.
“Just got back an hour ago and needed a ‘pick me up,’” he chuckled. “You too?”
Furrowing my brow in confusion, he gestured to the latte now sitting on the counter.
“Oh! Yes,” I giggled. “Sorry, not fully with it yet.”
“No problem. I know how that is. I’m exhausted and ready to go home soon.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think you were coming back to Miami.” I took my muffin and latte and watched him follow me to a small cafe table.
“I wasn’t going to, but I only had to go over to Tampa, so I drove. I will head out tomorrow night back to New York. Don’t worry though, I have a flight for you if you want?”
“Neal…” I laughed. “You don’t have to take care of me, but thank you for the offer.”
Since everything with the gala, Neal had been very sweet. Always paying the bill and being more than helpful in giving me information on places to live when I got back to school.
He was a really nice guy, and I was appreciative, but he confused me.
There was something about him that was conflicting, but I tried to overlook it as him just simply being a very busy man with a good heart.
“I know I don’t have to, Rebecca. I just want to make sure you’re okay. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t help to look out for a pretty woman?”
“You’re sweet,” I replied, rolling my eyes.
A flash of light out of the corner of my eye caught my attention, and looking down, I noticed a text message came through and frowned.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as my eyes met his briefly, and I forced a smile, shaking my head.
“Nothing, just a text from someone.”
“Are you not going to open it?” he asked. “I can leave if you want me to.”
“Don’t be silly. It’s from Tally.”
His eyes widened as his lips formed an ‘O.’ “The she-devil herself. I have to say… she was very persistent at the gala to gain my favor.”
Having taken a sip of my drink when he said that, I snorted, and caused myself to choke as laughter escaped me. “Oh, my god, yes. Too bad for her you bat for the other team.”