Page 4 of Loving a Libra
If she cooked, she always made enough for me, and sometimes we cooked together. If she found a new movie on one of the streaming platforms, instead of watching it with Maurice, she’d come over to my place to watch it with me when he wasn’t home.
We played cards, board games, and texted or called each other throughout the day. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but then I began anticipating her texts, phone calls, and knocks on my door. Hell, I even found myself feeling jealous when she spent any kind of time with Maurice.
On the nights she didn’t have to work, I’d do all my errands, clean my place, and make sure anything pertaining toERLwas done for the day so that I’d be available if she wanted my time. One night, I was expecting her to call to hang out, and when shedidn’t, I was disappointed. That was when I realized I was in trouble.
Devyn’s beauty was breathtaking, and the fact that she was aware of it and didn’t use it to her advantage made her even more beautiful. I began to fantasize about Devyn during the day and dream about her at night. The thought of running my tongue over her smooth, medium-brown skin made my dick hard.
She was on my mind constantly, and I couldn’t deny the feelings I had for a woman who belonged to someone who was supposed to be my friend. The excitement I felt when I knew I’d see her should’ve made me avoid her, but I’d never give up an opportunity to be in her presence. It was all bad, but I didn’t know how to fix it, nor if I wanted it fixed.
I parked in my designated parking spot in the back of the building whereERLwas located. Maurice’s truck was in the spot next to mine, so at least he was where he said he’d be. The problem was, there was a good chance he wasn’t alone. I knew this could be the beginning of the end for him and Devyn. The wild thing was, I didn’t feel bad about it.
I’d sat back and watched Maurice do his dirt behind Devyn’s back for years. He was slick with his shit, doing just enough to keep Devyn happy and never doing too much to make her suspicious. I never wanted to be the type of nigga who would blow his boy’s cover to his girl. However, tonight, I was on some other shit.
“You ready?” I asked.
“As I’ll ever be.”
“You sure?”
“I feel like you’re trying to stop me from seeing something I don’t want to see.”
“No, I’m just making sure you’re prepared to see it.”
I got out and went around to open the door for Devyn. She took my hand and gingerly stepped out of my car. We enteredthe back door of the building, where one security person was stationed. He nodded when he saw me, but his eyes widened when he saw Devyn.
“Boss man, Ms. Logan,” he greeted with a nod.
“Wassup, Tony?” I asked.
“Not much. It’s a busy night.”
“The busier the better.”
Devyn and I went through another set of doors and entered a hallway that led to our offices.
“Take me to his office.”
“He’s probably?—”
“Tariq, please. I’ve been ignoring my gut for too damn long, and that stops now. Take me to his office.”
I nodded and headed in that direction. Before we reached his office door, moaning could be heard. Devyn pushed past me, but I caught her before she could pound on the door.
“Let—”
I wrapped my arm around her waist from behind and covered her mouth with my free hand.
“Shh . . . Calm down and think about this,” I whispered.
She struggled for a second before nodding, and I removed my hand from her mouth.
“He’s in his office fucking some bitch,” she whispered.
“It sounds that way. Think about how you want to handle it. You can barge in there and make a scene, or you can walk away with your head held high.”
“I want to beat his ass.”
“I understand, but will that change the fact that he’s cheating on you?”
