HEXED|| URBAN (CB)

Chapter 85

Anais Jones
We drove to the studio this time. It was Milo's way of taking the first steps to communicate more. I loved the gesture and we sure did have a good ole time in the car. We listened to music while he told me stories from different time periods. It was so cool getting to see the side he hid from me for so long.

The car ride felt short as fuck though because before I knew it, we were pulling up in front of the studio.

"Man. I kind of don't want to go in today. Hakeem is just gone push me past my limit and I just want to skip to the part where it's just me and you." I complained.

"Girl. He doing it for ya own good. Who knows? Maybe you're gone luck out and get invited to the art show next week. I heard the mentors posed to find out who's going by Friday."

"Damn...that's next week. It feels like just yesterday I started my first day. Now the art show is literally next week."

"I'm low-key nervous." He stated, getting out of the car and opening my door for me.

"I been working with Roshon for these past couple of weeks and I been pushing him hella hard. I've seen a big ass change in him and I'm hoping the directors see that he's ready for this art show. I'm hoping he gets invited and wins." He said.

I was a little taken back. More than taken back. I was internally upset. And I think he saw the expression on my face. I thought he'd been rooting for me this entire time. In the beginning it seemed like it but now it seems like he cared more about his student than me.

Not gone lie. I was butt hurt by what he said just now. I don't think he meant it in a harmful way. Sometimes stupid shit just came out this mans mouth and he didn't even realize it.

"What's wrong?" He asked, interrupting me from my thoughts.

"Hmm? Nothing." I scoffed.

Closing the car door behind me, he didn't even try to investigate why I had a sudden mood change. And you know what, I wasn't gone even push it. He was gone know what he said just now, was wrong.

As we walked into the building, he held all doors for me and let me in the elevator first. When we reached the 4th floor, I parted ways with him without saying anything.

He wasn't gone let that slide though. Pulling me by my arm, he furrowed his brows.

"Wait, wait wait come here." He said. "What happened?"

"Nothing." I shrugged.

"Anais?" He questioned, looking into my eyes.

God, what if he was reading my mind? He was probably reading my mind right now. Fuck. He could probable hear what I was saying right this second.

Before I could even let him get the chance, I wriggled out of his grasp and darted down the hallway. I don't know where I got this attitude from. One part of me wanted to be toxic and leave him in the dark about the way I feel. The other part just wanted to cry it out and let him know what he said was wrong.

It was like I wanted drama, I wanted that fire within the relationship. But I was starting to realize, that was something Milo and I didn't have. We didn't have that, I'll fuck you in public, argue every other night, fuck and make up, physical contact relationship.

We had that, 'honey I'm home!', elderly couple kind of relationship. We fucked twice. One was a dud, the other time was fuckin mind blowin. Haven't touched each other since. He's just been so focused on that lil boy he was mentoring, he barely gave me time of day.

I felt like it was passionless. It was boring. Not saying that he was, but these last couple of weeks just made me realize I was missing something.

"I'll talk to you lata. Ion got time fa this." He said as I walked down the hall.