Page 28 of Rounds
“Hey, baby. You good?”
“Hey. Sorry I missed your call.”
I frowned slightly. She sounded pissed. “You okay?”
“No. I just cussed that fuck nigga out. He called me from a number I didn’t know. I don’t even know why I answered that shit.”
“What did he want?”
“Begging me to take him back. That ship sailed before I left.”
“Okay. I’m sorry you’re angry. I’ll have to remedy that when I get home.”
“Glover, I forgot to take meat out of the freezer this morning. There’s nothing for me to cook. Shit!”
“Don’t stress about it. Maybe we can go out to get dinner. You wanna do that?”
“Yeah. We can do that.”
“Okay. Well, I’m on my way home. Be thinking about where you want to go eat at.”
“Okay. Thank you, Glover.”
“You don’t have to thank me, baby. See you in a little bit.”
“Okay.”
I ended the call, thinking about where we could go to eat. I knew she liked a variety of foods, from pasta to a good steak and everything in between. I would let her decide, because I wasn’t a picky eater either. She may be in the mood for something in particular. I would have literally been fine with cereal and milk just to get my fill of her. We hadn’t had sex since last week. Iknew she said for me to be myself, but I didn’t want her to feel like I was pressuring her.
If she needed time, I didn’t mind giving her just that. I knew there was no way in hell she would be living with me had she not been in a bind. Eventually, she would come around, and I would do my best to be patient with her healing process. Heartbreak was a beast to endure . . . or so I’d heard. I’d had girlfriends in the past, but I couldn’t say that I was heartbroken when things didn’t work out. It made me wonder if I had ever even been in love.
When I turned in the driveway, I could see her moving around in the kitchen. She looked pissed. I frowned as I got out of my SUV and headed inside. She opened the door before I could get to it with a smile on her face. She was forcing it. Something had her pissed, besides the phone call she received earlier from her ex. I hated that he was putting her through so much. He had better hope that I didn’t have to meet him. I would tell him exactly what I thought of his pathetic ass.
“Hey, baby. What’s up?” I asked.
“Hey, Glover. How was your day?”
“It was cool. How was yours?”
“It was good.”
She tried to walk away, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me, laying my lips on hers. Once I separated from her, she said, “I’m sorry I didn’t greet you properly.”
“Mm-hmm. Now be honest with me. You good?”
She huffed. “I’m just tired of this nigga trying to get at me. I had to block his damn email address. It’s like, no matter how many times I say I’m done, he thinks I’m just talking out the side of my neck.”
“I’m sorry. Is there something I can do?”
“No. You don’t need to be involved in that bullshit. I got it.”
“Why don’t I need to be involved? Whatever concerns you, concerns me. If I need to put the fear of God in that nigga, I don’t have the slightest problem with that.”
“Thanks, Glover, but I can handle him.”
“Okay. Let me go change. Where are we going, beautiful?”
She blushed slightly. She did that every time I called her beautiful, like she didn’t know that for herself. I knew she did, but maybe she just wasn’t used to hearing it. “Are you okay with Chinese food? I really feel like having an egg roll.”
