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I no longer wanted to bring pressure on him or to be his blind spot. I simply wanted to be the woman who loved her man and pushed him to be the best and to achieve his goals. If I caused a division between him and his dreams, then I wasn’t the woman for him.
“You can’t love me so much to the exclusion of everything else, though, Dom. I don’t want to be that distraction for you. I cannot be the one who comes between you and your dreams. I’m here to lift you, and if that’s not what’s happening, then maybe I’m not good for you.”
“What are you saying, Char?”
I could hear the hurt in his voice and see it in his eyes, and it was ripping me.
“I’m saying that I want what’s best for you. And maybe I’m not it. I heard everything Chopper said, Dom. Maybe you and I do need some time apart so you can think about things clearly.”
He placed his hands on his hips and bowed his head. “I’ma give you a few seconds to drive your ass the fuck up outta here. I’m not on that bullshit you’re talking right now, Char. So I’m gonna give your ass the benefit of the doubt that these are your emotions talking.”
I pulled out of there with sorrow in my heart and disappointment that I had upset him. When I looked into my rearview mirror, he still stood there with his hands planted on his hips and anger etched onto the planes of his face.
Chapter 17
Dominic
Ihad been driving around for over an hour, and I was tired. But I was still too wound up to head home. It was no surprise when I ended up at my parents’ house. I pulled into the circular driveway and sat there for a beat.
Pulling out a blunt, I lit it up and smoked it for a while. When I looked at the time, I noticed almost twenty minutes had passed. I was lit as fuck but more relaxed than I had been when I left the races.
My heart hurt at what Charly was suggesting. She had always been a good girl, and I knew she was too good for me. But hearing her say that she wasn’t good enough for me, or not the best thing for me, fucked with my head royally. If she thought that she wasn’t the best, then I had no idea what she did think was best for me.
No one got me the way that she did. No one had patience and continual forgiveness for my fuckups like she did. And no one made me feel as loved, as wanted, and as desired as Charly did.
I climbed out of the car and headed inside. My father met me in the foyer, to my surprise. His arms were folded across his midsection, and he wore a pair of black satin pajama pants andhis cigar jacket. This nigga was straight hood, but some things in life he did not deny himself.
“I was wondering how long it would take before you made it through the doors.”
“You watched me on camera?”
“What do you think? Come on back to my office with me.”
My parents had a security system that alerted them whenever anyone entered onto their property. It was necessary with the shit my father was into, so I couldn’t blame them. The entire time I had been smoking, I knew he was probably watching me on camera, just as I knew that my mother wasn’t.
She was away at my aunt Sofia’s house this weekend, having a girls’ weekend with her sisters. That was probably why I knew that it was okay for me to come here tonight. I had been avoiding my parents like the plague, mostly because I didn’t want to hear my mother’s worries about Charly and me; rather than that, I didn’t want to hear my father’s mouth about us.
I sat down on the couch opposite his desk and watched as he lit his already prepared cigar.
“The hell were you thinking, boy?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. I hated when he called me boy, and he knew that shit. Still, I had come to him; it hadn’t been the other way around.
“Shouldn’t the question be what the hell was he thinking? Ramon had no right to be with her in the first place, Dad.”
“But he was. You shouldn’t go behind your brother. That’s messy.”
I sneered. “My brother shouldn’t be preying on my friend. That’s messy.”
“Either way, he did it. Once he went there, why would you want to? I didn’t raise you boys to fall out over no pus?—”
“Don’t even say it,” I sneered with my fists clenched on my legs.
My father scoffed, but then he replied, “You’re right. Charly ain’t that. She’s like the daughter I never had, but still, y’all ain’t got no right to do what the fuck y’all doing. Tearing this girl up between the two of y’all.”
“He shouldn’t have preyed on her when she was at her weakest point.”
“I keep hearing you use the term prey. You wanna tell me what the fuck you tryna say about your brother?”
