“Your offer stands? I wish your mattress stood like
your offer – then maybe we wouldn’t be spending Saturday morning in this
fuckin’ office…”
Bernice’s eyes damn nearly popped out of her head along with Tyler’s and
Jordan’s.
“Miss Robertson, please,” Gordon interjected.
“Please what? Huh?”
I got so close to that man Jordan and Tyler stood up at the same time.
Jordan put his hand on my shoulder and Tyler sat back down. I remained
standing, but I was nowhere through…
“Please what?!” I got even louder. “Please forget that I could’ve broken
my back? Please forget that the hotel staff and paramedics saw me
sprawled out ass out? Please forget that I got a permanent fuckin’ scar
on my forehead? Is that what you want me to do? Huh? You want me to
pretend I don’t have the fuckin’ cast on my foot? Huh?"
“I just wanted everything to be perfect,” I cried as
he stroked my hair.
“Everything is perfect,” he said as he picked up my face and kissed me.
“We’re here. Together. I don’t give a damn about the food,” he said
as he pulled my face to his and kissed me passionately. “I just want to
be with you.”
“I wanna be with you too,” I whispered as I started crying again.
“Now that’s more like it,” he said as he started to lift up my skirt.
“Trenice what the hell is this on your skirt? Is this blood?”
“You’re not telling me what I want to hear,” Jordan
said.
“You don’t understand,” Detective Barros said.
“I understand perfectly,” Jordan said. “You’re the one who doesn’t
understand. He put his hands on my wife – now you have another problem –
and you need to take care of it… before I do,” Jordan said.
“I can’t do that,” Detective Barros said.
“You can take care of him just like you took care of what happened in
the parking lot,” Jordan said.
“You don’t have to threaten me,” Detective Barros said. “I get it.”
“Glad to hear it,” Jordan said. Detective Barros walked away from
Jordan, got in his car, and drove off.
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