He talked about her as if she was an object and not a woman.
"Firstly don't talk about her like that. Secondly who the fuck told you she is married?"
I started flipping through the pages uninterested and actually interested to know what he's gonna say.
"She told me herself."
I froze. Why would she do that?
He continued, "I really like her, she is so hot, that ass, that rack, it's all so addicting."
My jaw clenched even tighter and I slammed my fist in the table. He jumped from his place and looked at me.
"I asked you how she is married? not how you thirst for her." I seethed angrily.
"Look man, I know you're angry that you can't have her but don't take it out on me. It's not me who she's married to."
And she'll never even be.
I scoofed and glared at him and he looked away. "Anyway, last night I confessed to her, and instead of drooling over me she told me, smiling really wide, all about how her husband got her a ring. She took it out of her purse and wore it..... Don't know why she wasn't wearing it but yeah....Let me tell you that guy is a really lucky motherfucker."
That he is.
I was really happy and had to chew the insides of my cheeks to stop myself from smiling.
She chose me. Me!
I dismissed Mark after that and he left, but not before making another comment about how hot she was.
I would have punched him right in his fucking nose if I wasn't so happy.
She told him, she is married, she carries the ring I gave her, she smiled wide while talking to him about me. I have to do something really fast.
Yesterday, I got a sudden urge to taste her lips. I was just so close to devouring her, when my fucking elbow touched her ankle and I poured every single curse word there is in a dictionary, at Stacy.
I even went to sleep smiling after so many years. I really feel like a changed man and all because of her.
I was taken out of my thoughts by a chime on my phone.
It was Rozella's message and I opened her message quickly, smiling to myself.
Zella: Kezr, when will you be back?
Me: Why, missing me?
Zella: Yeah alot! (❍ᴥ❍ʋ) So when will you be back?
My heart stopped at her message but then, I saw the sarcastic face she sent and realized she was joking...fuck!
Why can't this be real?
I seriously have to do something.
Me: At 9, why?
Zella: What? No! (';ω;`) Come early, I want to cook you dinner like you did yesterday.
She's literally the cutest.
Me: No, you don't have to, I'll eat something on the way back, you relax and don't stab your fucking toe like you did yesterday.
Zella: Hehe (≡^∇^≡)....you'll never know.
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