Page 57 of Blind Spot
I pulled back and stared at him. “What?”
“I have some investments and some real estate. That was the most important part. So I have income coming in. I want to take some courses to get my realtor’s license. But like I said, I did what I needed to do to keep them folks off my back and keep my papers in order.”
“I’m proud of you for being so smart. I always knew you were.” I kissed his jaw, and he wrapped his arms around me tighter.
Looking down at me, he shook his head. “I wasn’t too smart. I let your ass get away for too long.”
“I wasn’t going anywhere.” I was silent for a while before I spoke up again. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you, but I got an offer from Jensen Pharmaceuticals for the communications specialist role yesterday. I planned to tell you after the race.”
“Baby! I’m so proud of you.” The comfort of his arms increased as he wrapped me tighter and peppered my face with kisses.
“Thank you. I start in two weeks.”
“What about bartending? You’re not going to keep that up, are you?”
“I was thinking that I would quit. I love it, but I don’t want to have to work two jobs, Dom. If I need to, so that I can get my own place, I might. But when I did the calculations with what they offered me, the signing bonus, and my savings, I didn’t need to do that to get a place.”
“Wait. What the hell are you talking about? You’re not moving.”
“Dominic, we both said this was temporary. I don’t want to infringe on your space.”
He squeezed my hip and patted my thigh. “We’ve been living together for a little over a month now. You’ve taken over everyspace in this apartment, including my bathroom. I have held you every night except for last night and when you first moved in. We eat together, watch TV together, talk about our days together . . . I mean, we’re like a little old married couple now. You can’t move out.”
“Aww, is that your way of saying that you want me here with you?”
“Hell yeah. How much more do I need to say to prove it?”
“Nothing, baby. I just didn’t want to infringe on you.”
“I mean, the ladies might feel their way about not being able to slide through, but—heyy!”
I smacked him hard on the chest. “I wish you would slide another female up in here. You and her are gonna get your asses beat.”
“Hey, you’re not gonna be threatening me. And that’s another thing; I don’t want you out there fighting like that. It’s not ladylike.”
“My mama and daddy taught me that if someone puts their hands on me, that I need to ‘fuck ’em up.’ So I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He gripped my face between his palms and kissed my lips. “Try though, baby?”
“I did try. They didn’t want me to be great. If she hadn’t pushed me, then I wouldn’t have been fighting.”
“She pushed you?”
I nodded.
“Grimy bitch.”
“That was after she claimed she slid in your DMs.”
“She sent me something, but I didn’t bother to read it. I blocked her ass.”
“Can I see your phone?”
“Nah.”
“Why not?”
“Because what’re you gonna do?” he asked while unlocking his phone. He handed it to me, and I smirked.
