Page 95 of Xander
And when his chest expanded with a breath I didn’t know he had been holding, he squeezed once, twice, and then he let me go, and stepped back a foot.
That was when I watched as he turned and walked away from me.
His hands balled into fists.
But he didn’t stop.
He didn’t look back.
He kept on walking away.
And when the elevator doors closed behind him, I had angled my body to see him, he stood there with his back to me, his head hung low, and then the doors closed behind him.
Not even a full minute later, my phone pinged with a text.
Xander – Let me know when you're ready to give me an answer.
Xander – Took everything I had not to type out baby.
Me – You took that away from me.
Me – Only you can give it back.
Xander – Never should have done that.
Xander – Baby, I fucking miss you.
Me – What if my answer is no?
He didn’t text back for a few moments.
Xander – Then... I’ll forever remain single, carrying your name right over my heart, so they all know who it belongs to.
“Where can I get my very own biker?” At the sound of those words, I clicked out of my text thread with Xander.
“Does he have a brother?” Marcie, one of the ladies whose name I did know, asked.
And before I could answer her that I didn’t, I heard, “Nola?”
I knew that voice.
I winced.
It was my boss.
“Yes, Mrs. Baker?” I asked her.
Her red painted lips smiled, her blonde, angled bob framed her face just right.
“My father was a biker, and he left it all for my mama. And he never regretted a single thing. However, I knew he hated it. But he still did it. So, in order to keep history from repeating itself, do you have a good internet connection?”
I took in her words... and I debated on what to do.
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And what I decided to do... I was scared.
So, fucking scared.
