Chapter 59: A Bridge We Haven't Crossed

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The minute Rashad left with the girls, I felt the weight of what I was about to do. Phillip was looking forward to this weekend and to whatever he had planned and me cancelling on him at the very last minute was messed up the more I thought about it.

But there was no way that I could tell my daughter, no!

Things had been tense between Rashad and I since he showed up at the house and confronted Phillip and I believed the girls could pick up on that energy. I wanted them to feel secure even though both of their parents continued to mess up left and right.

I sat on the bed twiddling my phone in my hands trying to figure out what to say to Phillip and what his reaction was going to be.

I knew Rashad inside and out and how he would react to situations, but I was still learning about Phillip.

I wish I could say that I was fully confident about what I was doing, but I wasn't. I felt a chemistry with Phillip that I couldn't describe in words. I loved the way he made me feel, how confident and sexy I felt around him. But then I would look at Rashad and all of the history that we shared. There were times I just wanted my husband back.

It was selfish, but I was torn between the both of them and I didn't know what to do.

While caught up in my thoughts, the sound of my doorbell pulled me out of my pity party. I stood from the bed and took several deep breaths while walking towards the door.

The minute I opened the door, I inhaled slowly. Phillip looked and smelled delectable. His lips widened into a smile the moment that his eyes fell on me.

"Hey you," he greeted, stepping inside of the doorway. I didn't even get a chance to respond before he lifted me off my feet and nuzzled his face in my neck.

I was too nervous to fully enjoy the moment so I didn't say anything. He sat me back down on my feet and searched my eyes. I felt so guilty that I looked away.

"What's wrong?"

I couldn't find it in me to tell him that the trip that I knew he had spent so much money on, that I wouldn't be able to go because I had agreed to spend time with Rashad and the girls.

"Joy, what is it?"

"I can't go."

"What do you mean you can't go?"

"The girls asked me to spend the day with them tomorrow and I told them that I would."

"Why would you do that when you knew that I was taking you away?"

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