Page 5 of Loving a Libra
“It won’t but?—”
“Devyn, I know you want to fuck him up, but you’re better than that. Don’t let him see you sweat.”
The silence between us didn’t make it any better. The woman Maurice was fucking was extra dramatic. Her screaming and moaning were award-worthy, and I was sure it made it difficult for Devyn to walk away.
“I’ll leave without setting this fucking building on fire under one condition,” she finally said.
“What’s that?”
“Tell me everything you know.”
Her request didn’t need to be any more specific because I knew exactly what she wanted to know.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
We left the same way we entered. When we saw Tony again, Devyn continued past him, but I paused to say, “If anyone asks, we were never here.”
“Got it.”
“And I meananyone.”
“I hear you loud and clear.”
Before walking away, I reached into my pocket, pulled out a few bills, and put them in his hand. Devyn waited for me near the door, and we left the building together.
As I drove us home, I waited for her to say something, but she remained silent. I glanced over at her a few times, and each time, she was looking out the window. Instead of forcing conversation, I gave her the peace she clearly needed.
Twenty-five minutes later, we stepped off the elevator and headed toward our units. When we stopped in front of our respective doors, she finally spoke.
“I’ll be over in ten. I wanna know everything.”
“I got you.”
I went inside, headed straight for my liquor cabinet, and poured myself a shot of Hennessy. It burned going down, but it was exactly what I needed before talking to Devyn. Although he didn’t deserve it, I’d been a loyal friend to Maurice since we metin Carbondale at Southern Illinois University. It seemed that loyalty would come to an end tonight.
I’d showered before leaving to head to the lounge, so I changed out of my clothes and slipped into a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. I straightened up while waiting for Devyn, and about fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the door.
I opened it without asking who it was, and she stood there, dressed in a hoodie and sweats, her face free of makeup. Her body wash permeated my senses before she stepped inside, and I smiled because it was a scent I’d bought her for no reason in particular.
She brushed past me and went directly to the couch where we’d probably watched a hundred movies over the past two years. After locking the door, I joined her.
“What do you want to know?” I asked, getting straight to the point.
“How long has he been cheating?”
I sighed and rubbed my hand over my face. A part of me felt bad for what I was about to do. Another part of me thought it was time for Devyn to know the truth.
“The whole time.”
“What?”
“He’s been cheating the whole time you’ve been together.”
“Are you—wow! I’ve been such a fool.”
“Don’t take the blame. None of this is on you.”
“How did I miss this? I’ve been good to him and?—”
