Trevon 18+ (Editing)

Chapter 1

*Cali POV*

I jump as I hear the door slam and continue to chop the tomatoes.

This is what I've been dreading. Him home, finally.

After last night I don't know where we stand and why I feel like I can't just talk to him.

Say how you feel damn it. He's been straight up with you...why can't you do the same? What's the big deal?

I know exactly why I feel like a stick in the mud and this time it isn't his fault.

I hear him rumbling at the door and his soft tones on the phone. Business.

Something was off. When I left for work he grunted when I said my goodbyes...this can't be healthy. How do you apologize to a grown man?

Apologize for what though?

Ugh grow up Cali for God-sakes.

I pour a bit of oil into the pan and reach back to get the rest of the vegetables. I hear his footsteps echoing the hallway.

Don't be a pussy. Don't be a pussy.

I chant to myself hoping to muster up any strength that I need so badly.

I grab for a spoon to stir the rice that has now boiled.

From my peripheral I see him , just like that I feel my chest tighten up.

I turn to face him and he's leaning against the doorway, staring into me. I quickly peek to see what he's wearing. His feet in black socks, a suit that fits too well and a navy blue tie resting roughly across his shoulders where he clearly yanked it loose on his way inside.

I meet his eyes and partially smile. "Hey" is all I can say. Phone still to his ear but his attention is all on me. His dark eyes stare back into mine, reading my emotions.

I turn back to the stove to busy myself and I hear him turn to leave, keys jingling. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

All I can think about is how much I regret everything I said.

Not that it isn't valid but the timing was not right.

Why do I do this to myself? He told me to be open; why is that so hard?

Is he hungry? I deliberate on making him a plate. Ugh just do it girl! What's he gonna say? At least you're making an effort. He still can't be mad.

I add the final seasonings to the vegetable curry I made and grab two plates.

Finishing plating the food I grab a napkin and set off to his study where I'm sure I'll find him.

The door is closed and from the outside I can hear his voice barking orders to whoever is on the other line.

Ugh, I'll just put his food down and leave. I'm not in the mood to hear all that business talk.

I twist the knob and his broad back is facing me. His head whips back, eyes softer than before but still no emotion. I signal to the food and he cuts me some slack and points to the desk.

Thank God.

He's still on the phone his tone instantly calmer. I place the plate down and turn to quickly back away from the desk when I feel a hand shoot out to grab my wrist firmly. I look up and meet his questioning gaze. Squeezing my eyebrows in confusion he puts one finger up signaling me to wait.

Am I forgiven?

Ending his call and tossing his phone on the couch with a swift motion all while holding my hand. He looks down at me with a small grin. I'm even more impressed, trying hard not to crack a smile.

What is going on?

"Cali..." he holds onto my name as he says it.

"Hi" is all I can muster, still confused.

"I appreciate the food, it smells delicious." He says quickly and drops my hand dismissively.

That's it? Really?

"No problem." I reply and turn to leave.

I know what he's doing and it's not going to work. Shutting the door behind me I hear him grunt obviously expecting me to say something else. I am a grown woman, I don't play these kind of games. I return back downstairs to the kitchen and grab my plate. Wow I really did that.

The food is delicious. I ponder on whether to go home tonight.

Even though it will be a longer drive to work in the morning, I don't care. I need a break and the tension between us is heavy.

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I wash up my dishes, put the pots in the fridge and set off to his bedroom to grab the things I left in there. He must still be in his study because he is no where to be seen. I wonder if its rude to just grab my things and go? It's not like I won't be back. Right?
I grab my laptop off the bed and shove it into my backpack with its charger. I go to his closet and grab a black jumpsuit and quickly change. Heading in the bathroom to grab my hair and skin products and scoop them all into my purse.

I hear his door open and I see him in the reflection of the mirror staring daggers into my back. I ignore his presence.

I don't want to be talked out of this, I should've been home. Not in his house... in his bed, wearing his clothes.

"What are you doing?" He questions.

"I gotta go" I say nonchalantly.

"Where?"

"Home." I meet his fiery stare.

"Home?" He harshly repeats.

I just nod my head and walk past him back into the room.

"Traffic is crazy if you leave now." He says while I reach for some socks.

"Yeah..." I reply. He huffs.

"So thats it?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You're leaving. You don't have to." That wasn't a question.

"Yeah, I gotta go home." I respond as I meet his gaze again.

"Okay. Drive safe. " is all he says and walks briskly out of the room.

Well, that was easier than I thought. I was expecting a fight. I breathe out a small puff and grab my keys as I walk down the stairs. I put my shoes on and grab my bags, turning back to see what I may miss I can't help but to think this may be the last time I'm here.

I open the door and I feel the cold slap my face. I was not made for this weather. I turn to shut the door and hit the button to unlock my car and I walk to it. I throw my bags in the back and gas it heading for the freeway. What's done is done. I'm glad to be going home.

~Credits go to my beautiful bff for inspiring me and encouraging me to do stuff LOL bahamian_goddess !! Thank you for reading!
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