The Unexpected Lover

Chapter 3: Romeo

Romeo

I stood there in shock, "was she really flirting with me? A woman like that, flirting with a guy like me?" I thought to myself. I mean I'm just an average guy and here she is, a very sexy woman with long black hair, perfectly soft caramel skin, enticing light brown eyes, luscious pink lips, and she had curves that would make a winding road jealous. God just thinking of the way she moved her curves as she flirtingly walked away has my head spinning. "Wait, what's happening right now? Why do I feel so flustered suddenly" I thought.

I could feel myself getting turned on by the thought of her but I had to compose myself as best as I could. I don't want someone to come by and see me with a hard-on in the hallway, so I turned to head toward the only other apartment door on the floor.

Just then I noticed a phone on the ground and picked it up.

"Damn she must've dropped this when I tackled her." I said, "I guess that gives me a reason to see her sooner than I thought."

I put the phone in my pocket as I made my way into Angel's apartment.

Angel wasn't home from work yet and everything was quiet. It was weird, but it felt nice at the same time, coming to a place to stay instead of a cell. However, now that I have freedom, I'm not entirely sure what to do. I decided that I should start working on my plan.

I walked into Angel's office space and grabbed a pen and a notepad she had on the desk and went back into the living room area. I sat on the couch and began to write.

First, I'll make a list of all the Casters. Starting with Cecilia, Mrs. Caster herself. She was the first to cast the blame on me, knowing damn well I would never harm my father. The second will be Anthony, he spoke out against me as well, being his mother's little guard dog doing her bidding. He even spat on me as I was taken in away in cuffs. Next will be Thomas, I heard he took over the shares of the company that were supposed to go to me, lucky for him since I was arrested. Lastly, is Jessica. She knew the truth and just sat quietly as they ruined my life.

I started getting upset the more and more I thought about them. I still remember their faces, their fake tears in the courtroom, and even the smiles they had after my sentencing. It makes me sick thinking at one point in time, I considered them family. At this point, I'm too pissed off to continue writing, so I place everything down and head to the bedroom.

"Fuck!" I yell before dropping to the floor. I found that the best way to relieve some anger is to work out, so I proceed to knock out some push-ups. The more their faces float around in my head, the more I push. After I reach one hundred their faces still taunt me, so I walk over to the door leading into the bathroom and grab ahold of the door frame and pull myself up. The more I think about how they betrayed me the more pull-ups I do. After reaching fifty pull-ups, I drop to the floor.

The room was getting hot just from my frustration.

That's not working either, so I lay down and knock out some sit-ups thinking of how many times I've had to watch them lie again and again to the jury. For every lie they told, I did ten sit-ups until I reached the point where I couldn't sit back up.

"Damn it!" I shouted. "I'm still fucking angry and now sweaty."

"Maybe you shouldn't be shouting. Don't want to scare the neighbors beneath us," I heard Angel's voice say from just outside the doorway.

"I'm so sorry Angel, I had no idea you came home," I said embarrassingly covered in sweat, thinking about taking a shower.

"No worries silly, I once knew a jock who could only get his frustrations out by working out or fucking." She said laughing.