Chapter 41: It Was a Nice Break

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After spending all Friday night and Saturday having sex, Phillip and I finally left the beach house to explore the beach. We swam, rode bikes and took a walk along the pier. Nobody recognized us, nobody cared that we were together and that's exactly what I liked about it.

"I wanna go back to the house," Phillip whispered into my ear. I began to laugh because since we started having sex, his sexual drive had been nonstop. I wasn't exactly complaining because he was not only really good at what he did, it had been so long since I had some that I needed the release.

As I looked out at the water from the pier my thoughts went to Rashad. After the fallout at the lounge, he had been treating me like a stranger. He was even refusing to come into our house when it was time to get the girls for his time with them.

When I called to try to talk to him to get over the awkwardness between us, he informed me that unless we had something to discuss about Aylen or Kiana that he had nothing else he wanted to talk to me about. The complete turn around was once again confusing. But I played along with his game.

When I dropped the girls off at his townhouse for the weekend, I informed him that I was going to be out of town and told him to call my mom if he had an emergency or needed help. He didn't say anything but his facial expression let me know that he wasn't pleased with what I had told him. I didn't owe him any explanation so I didn't give him one.

I snapped out of my daydream and looked up to see Phillip taking pictures of me with his phone.

"What are you doing?" I asked him. I may have been separated, but I felt some kind of way about another man posting pictures of me. So far, Phillip respected my stance on that.

"This is for my personal collection, don't worry, I'm not gonna post any of them," he said.

"You better not."

Suddenly his ringtone began to go off and he hesitated before answering, I began to become skeptical by the way he took a step away and lowered his voice. It made me wonder what he was trying to hide from me. This weekend had been the most we hung around each other so I was able to see his phone habits and there were a few times he would leave the room to talk. He tried to convince me it was about work, but it still had me on alert. Rashad would always answer his work calls in front of me. I realized then that I had to stop comparing the two, they were as different as night and day even down to what they did for a living.

When he finished on his phone he walked back over to me and tried to kiss my shoulder. "I'm sorry about that, Duane doesn't know when to take no for an answer."

"Oh yeah, what does he want you to do?" I asked trying to sound nonchalant.

"There is a client in New Orleans that wants a group of us for a party," he answered.

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