29
Alauni
I was in bed, but my eyes were glued to my phone.
Why hadn’t this man called me back?
I turned over on my back and stared at the ceiling, trying to steer clear of the morning sun.
Maybe he’s pissed off at me and doesn’t want to talk.
It took me a little while to realize it, but I knew I had gone overboard with how I handled everything. Law was just trying to protect me, and Latrell was just being the asshole that he’s always been.
Once I’d come to grips with that, I came straight home ready to dish out more than a few apologies for my behavior. But when I returned, Law was gone, and he didn’t leave a note. Not that a note was necessary since he was fully capable of answering his phone if I called. But for some reason he hadn’t, and the shit had me fuming.
Hopping up from the bed, I hurried into my bathroom, brushed my teeth, attempted to look a lot less like I’d rolled right out of bed and headed to Law’s apartment.
When I arrived, I saw his car parked perfectly in the same spot that he usually parked in, and everything seemed in place. So…it was safe to say that his ass wasn’t somewhere in a ditch. Now, I just needed to make sure he wasn’t sprawled out in his living room, unconscious. Because that had to be the only logical explanation for him not returning my calls.
Standing in front of the door, I pounded my fist against the solid wood. At first, I was a little nervous. I didn't hear any footsteps, but when I called his phone again and was able to hear how quickly it stopped, I knew that he was just fine. That gave me relief, but the careless expression on his face when he opened the door pissed me off.
“Did you really just decline my call?”
“Pretty much,” he said, wiping his eyes as he rested against the door. “It’s early as hell. What are you doing here?”
“What kind of dumb ass question is that?”
“I don’t think it’s dumb at all. In fact—”
Shoving him out of the way, I strolled past him and made my way into his living room. “Why haven’t you been answering the phone?”
“I didn’t see the point.”
“What the fuck do you mean, you didn’t see the point? If I call, you answer. That’s how this works.”
“Oh, really? Does that shit go both ways? I'm pretty sure I called you several times before you actually decided to call me back hours later.”
“Is that what this is? Tit for tat?”
He shook his head and walked towards the bedroom. “Man, I don’t have time for this. I’ve got too much shit going on right now.”
“Make time for it, Law.”
But as soon as I said those words, he slammed the bathroom door in my face.
My head shot back, confused by the level of disrespect that he was showing me. “What’s going on with you?”
“What’s going on with me? You should ask yourself that damn question.”
“But I’m asking you,” I spat.
“First off, I would like to take a piss and brush my damn teeth. You might be okay with talking to someone with stank all on your breath, but I’m not cool with that shit.”
“Fine, I’ll wait.”
“You really don’t have to. Last night, you made it pretty clear how you felt about me.”
“What are you talking about? My reaction was about the way you handled things.” I could hear the toilet flush and then the sound of water running in the bathroom sink. “Maybe I overreacted a little bit.”
