When Marcus got home, I prepared him a special dinner with chicken and shrimp cajun pasta. I bought the best champagne and I was ready to tell him about my feelings for him and I wasn't worried about anything because I knew he liked me back. But I just wanted to explain to him that I wanted to take things slow because I wasn't ready to trust him.
"Hey Marcus," I said when he arrived. "I made something for the both of us, so we can talk."
"I'm not really in the mood." He said and took off his shirt and changed into his boxers.
"What's up?" I asked and followed him to the room.
"Nothing, I just had some conflict with my boys, okay."
"Well aren't you hungry? You haven't eaten since this morning."
"I'M FINE Jada! I just want some space. OKAY? " He walked into the bedroom, shut the door and locked it.
I tried not to get mad while I ate dinner alone. I then packed up his meal into a to go container and put it in the fridge so he could eat it tomorrow.
"Marcus-" I began to say but I quickly cut myself off.
Maybe I should just forget about it. It was too good to be true.
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