Chapter 55: This is an Emergency

10.3K 694 224


Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.


"You are worth fighting for."

I reread Rashad's note at least twenty times while at my desk. While my co-workers fawned about the over-the-top floral arrangement, I sat stunned. I thought Rashad had given up after our last conversation. I believed that once I told him that I wanted Phillip that he would quickly let go of any hopes for us.

But he didn't...

I leaned forward and inhaled the fresh scent of the wild flowers. Every color imaginable was included in this arrangement. Rashad knew I wasn't a traditional roses type of girl. I loved the color and drama of the variety of wild flowers.

Nausea began to take over me and I felt myself needing a break. I got up from the desk and walked towards our patio. The company owned a small office space that they rented out of a shared building and I loved the tranquility of the outside space.

While sitting on the bench I allowed the fresh air to comfort me. I was hoping that it would also give me some clarity as to what was going on. I thought Rashad and I both realized that what happened that weekend was a mistake. I believed once Rashad got away from the fairytale cloud of his parent's wedding renewal that he would remember what I did and why he didn't want this marriage anymore.

I thought about calling Rashad to thank him for the flowers, but it felt weird doing that too. Instead, I called my girl Tanya because it had been awhile since we had really talked and I really needed her advice.

"Hey girl," Tanya said. She sounded busy.

"You got a few minutes to talk?" I asked letting out a sigh. It was something about hearing your best friend's voice that wiped away half of the stress you were feeling before you called them.

"Yeah, give me a minute," I could hear her talking in the background. When the line became quieter, she finally spoke up again. "What's up with you?"

"Rashad sent flowers to my job," I informed her.

"Flowers?" She repeated. "Damn, what did you throw on him down in ole Alabama?"

"What did I throw on him? It's more like what the hell he tried to do to me," I said. I recalled that night and Rashad sexed me in a way that he had never done before. I thought it was the goodbye sex that I heard exes always had- the last time they got it in to truly say goodbye to each other.

"Did you call and thank him yet?"

"No, you are the only person I've called," I told her. "I don't know what to do. I can't understand what is going through Rashad's mind or what kind of game he is playing."

"What if he's not playing a game?" She asked. "What if he really regrets everything and wants his marriage back?"

"It's too late for all of that. You've seen everything we've done to each other."

Getting Even Read this story for FREE!