Page 35 of Resisting Your Love

"It's not, though. Y'all going to be miserable in a house and not talking. If word gets out that you are in a hotel, hell is going to break loose."

Zyanna had a point. "I won't go anywhere that I'm not welcome," I insisted, closing the refrigerator back. There wasn't anything to eat in there. "If your cousin wants me back, he has my number. I am pretty sure he knows where I am right now since he has my location."

She mumbled something about two stubborn people, causing me to smile.

"Look, I can't make you go back, but can you at least try?"

I shook my head as if she could see me and took a seat on the couch. "No, I won't. I can't say I don't miss him because I do. If we are able to make things work, I'll be happy. If we can't, then I don't know. I want to reach out to him but don't know how he will react."

"You won't know until you try."

I gnawed my bottom lip and sighed deeply. "That's true, but I don't know."

I hated talking about Levi or even thinking about him when we weren't on good terms.

"I wish it was something I could do," she sadly stated.

I smiled. "You can't, but it's fine. Thanks for calling."

When I hung up the phone with her, I had to fight back tears. I wished my mother were alive. She would have known what to do in this situation. Right now, I was lost and needed her more than anything.

My cell phone rang, causing me to jump. I eyed the number, seeing that it was unknown.

I answered. "Hello?"

"Well, it's about damn time you answered my calls," the voice said on the other end of the phone.

I growled. "Joel, I want you to listen to me and listen to me good. You didn't want me, so why the hell are you calling me now? Don't even answer that. I want you to leave me the hell alone. I've moved on from you, and I suggest you do the same. It's over and done with and has been for a long ass time."

I didn't give him time to say anything else before I hung up the phone. If I didn't get my phone number changed as soon as possible, I'd lose my mind. Joel was doing too much.

I hopedlike hell it wasn't too late for Amryn and me. I wanted her back in my life and was feeling depressed as hell without her. It had been too long since I laid eyes on her. Christmas was two days away, and we hadn't made up yet. I didn't want to be mad at her any longer. Truthfully, I wasn't even mad anymore. I just wanted her back at home where she belonged.

I called Zyanna and told her I needed her to stop by, explaining my plans to get my girl back. She came in a hurry, too.

"It's about time you came to your senses," she stated as soon as I invited her inside my home.

I scowled at her. "Man, I'm not trying to hear that. I already know I need to make things right with Amryn."

She dropped her bag on the floor and eyed my living room. "What do you want done?"

I detailed to her what I wanted done, and she had to call up her girls since they loved working together. They would be bringing the stuff with them. Since I didn't know what the hell to do, Zyanna handled it all. While she did that, I ordered the food and had to go pick it up.

On the drive to pick up the food, I had time to reflect on everything. I concluded that I needed to work on certain aspects, such as managing my anger and approaching different situations more effectively. That was one of my biggest issues. It had always been like that with me. Amryn and I needed to talk things through. I also needed to find out why she was quick to keep things from me. She had to let me know everything despite how she believed I might feel about it. There were times when I would spazz the hell out, but that was something I needed to work on.

I stopped by to see my parents while I was out, and they asked about Amryn. I didn't know what to tell them, so I told them she was good. Usually, when I went to my parents' house, I had Amryn with me. I wondered if they saw that as odd. If they did, they hadn't said anything to me.

While I was out, I got a text from Zyanna, letting me know everything was good. That was fast as hell. I didn't understand why she wouldn't go into business doing what she loved. I rushed home to see the finished product. When I stepped foot inside my house, I was amazed at what I saw. Zyanna and her friends did a dope ass job of transforming my living room. They pulled the couches back and moved my coffee table. A banner was hanging from the ceiling that read:I'm Sorry. White and red roses were all over the floor. My kitchen table was situated in the middle of my living room, covered with a white tablecloth. Now,the only thing I needed to do was call Amryn up and tell her to come home.

First, I needed to put the food on the table. Tonight, we were having Italian dishes — well, hopefully, we would. It all depended on Amryn.

After I took a shower and got dressed, I sat on the edge of my bed and dialed Amryn's number. She answered on the first ring. Her voice did something to my insides. It was like a breath of fresh air washed over me. Damn, I missed the sound of her voice.

"Wassup with you?" I ran a hand down my face, trying to pull myself together. It wasn't like me to get nervous, but here I was, nervous as hell.

"I'm okay. I just finished doing my nails," she softly answered.

I had a feeling Amryn wouldn't make this easy for me. I wasn't about to go back and forth with her making small talk.

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