Page 24 of Sparks Will Fly

“Please don’t do this. I’m sorry. I can make it better. Let me suck your dick and fix it. I’ll never do this again.”

I realized she really had some loose screws. Why would she offer to do the very thing I already told her I didn’t like? Why was she offering it up when I already said I wanted Lovie? I was completely puzzled but couldn’t even fully process it because Lovie came marching down the hallway. She was fully dressed in her outfit from yesterday and beelining for the front door.

“Aye, where the fuck you going?” I questioned her as I followed her right behind her.

I forgot all about Aisley because this was way more important to me. I reached for her arm to stop her, but she snatched away.

“I’m going home. I’m not doing this with you. I heard y’all talking. I knew there was a reason she was always weird to me. It’s because y’all are fucking.”

“Now what damn conversation were you listening to because I never said I fucked that girl. She tried to give me head, and I didn’t like it. It was only once.”

“I don’t care if it was never! She’s too comfortable and feels entitled to your dick. I’ve dealt with enough hos like that to last me a lifetime. I am good.”

I pushed her up against the front door as she reached for the handle.

“I realize she’s too comfortable. That’s why I just fired her. And the only woman entitled to my dick is you because I wanna feed you every inch rather rain, sleet, or snow, morning, afternoon, or night.”

She spun around and pushed me back with all her might. Because I was caught off guard, I stumbled back a few steps. She opened her mouth to say something, but her eyes went behind me, and she decided not to. I had a feeling Aisley was standing back there. She turned and snatched the door open. Big Ned had towed her car over, so it was out front. She raced to it without saying another word. I decided to let her go, because as long as Aisley was here, she was not going to believe a word out of my mouth. As I watched her go, all I could think about was how to make it all better. I couldn’t see myself doing life without that little firecracker now that I got to experience all of her.

“Aisley, give me my key, and get the fuck out,” I demanded without taking my eyes off Lovie’s car disappearing out of my iron gates.

I could hear her shuffling behind me until she was standing in front of me. She tried to speak, but there was nothing else to be said. I held out my hand. My key was dropped seconds later. Stepping back inside, I shut the door in her face and locked it.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do to fix things with Lovie, but it became my priority for the day. I was going to start by looking in the two places I knew she could be. Somehow and someway, this day was not ending without me having a talk with her. I needed her, and not having her wasn’t even an option for me. I would do whatever it required.

By the time I made it to my bedroom I caught the last of my phone ringing. Walking over to my nightstand I picked it up to see who’d called me. My blood immediately began to boil when I saw it was a missed call from The Glenn. There was only one person behind those walls who would be calling me.

I plopped on my bed, staring at the phone. A minute later, it began vibrating again, and I fought against the part of me that was always searching for his mother’s love. Knowing she could never provide me with it was the deciding factor that kept me from answering. But now I found myself caught in the past, and darkness began to crowd the corners of my eyes as I was sucked back into my darkest days. I knew the only thing I could do now was shut down shop. It was the only way I knew how to deal with the pain.

One Week Later…

“So, are you ready to tell me what’s bothering you?” Robyn questioned the second she stepped out onto my patio where I was emptying a bottle of Black Sade.

I ignored her, forgetting that it wouldn’t make her go away. She took the seat on the other side of the cushioned seat and slammed her feet in my lap.

“Really, Rob?” I glared at her, knowing she was intentionally trying to get under my skin.

She nodded happily.

“Yes, since you want to play games. There’s something going on with you, and I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” She leaned closer, placing a hand on top of mine. “You’re my twin. I feel what you feel, and right now, I know you are not in a good place so talk to me.”

I lifted my glass of liquor to my lips, debating on if I should share. I could always trust my twin with my heart, but I wasn’t sure how she was going to react to what I had to say. It was a step out of my comfort zone, and I wasn’t even so sure it was worth pursuing now. Like any other woman I has known, Lovie had disappeared without a trace. If she wanted more, her actions were saying otherwise. I couldn’t handle any more heartbreak and had to protect myself above all else. I decided that’s what I was going to tell Robyn, but by the end of the story, she was looking at me as if I’d grown a second head.

“Boy, are you crazy? You should’ve gone after her.”

I shrugged. “What for? It’s not like she wants to be with me or anything. This is best for everyone.”

She waved me off while placing her feet back on the ground.

“Romani, shut up before you piss me off. It’s so like you to shut yourself off from feeling because you’ve already convinced yourself things won’t work out.” She hopped to her feet. “I’m not letting you do it this time. This girl sounds like she could be good for you and vice versa.”

I allowed my head to fall backward. This sister of mine was going to be the death of me. She was always trying to force me to step out into the unknown.

“I don’t even know if she wants to be with me,” I admitted.

My sister laughed like I said the funniest joke she ever heard. I looked at her with suspicion.

“Any woman with half a brain wants to be with you, brother. I don’t think that’ll be an issue at all, but you’ll never know if you don’t go ask.”

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