The Heart Wants What It Wants. (𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.)

- Six.

Cinnamons POV.
May 27th 2022.
6 months and 7 days until wedding.

         My eyes fluttered open as I stretched my body out.I wanted to lounge around in my pjs all day but sadly duty calls. I looked over at Letitia who was wearing a blue and purple adidas jogging suit and my eyes widened. I love how she can be feminine and tomboyish at the same time without trying. I couldn't help but just stare at her.

     "You know you can take a picture right?" She smirked at me through the mirror as I laughed lowly. "Oh trust me , I would." I got up and walked over to her as she turned around and slightly sat on the dresser. "Goodmorning , my love." I blushed as she wrapped her arms around my waist. "Goodmorning sweetheart." She gave me a graceful kiss as she scrunched up her face. "Mmm That morning breath is kickin yo butt." She joked as I covered my mouth. Oh I can tell she's on her goofy shit today and I absolutely love it.

     I pushed her head and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth. She followed behind me watching every move I made. I spit out my tooth paste and looked at her through the mirror. "What's wrong?" I questioned.

"Take it off." I furrowed my eyes brows as she looked down at my tank top. I was confused until I looked into those big brown eyes that were full of lust. "You're going to be late for work." She walked closer to me and put her finger on her lip to shush me. I hear something purring but that's neither here nor there. She lifted me up and placed me on the bathroom counter. "I was trying to behave myself last night but I really miss her. So take that shit off now." She said in a light voice. "How much?" She pulled my down by my thighs making me lay back on the cold bathroom counter. I guess we were both going to be late today.

     

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    I speed walked into work as I made my way towards the conference room. I was damn near an hour late due to me and Letitia's play date this morning. I walked into the conference room as the first person I noticed was Courtney. She smiled at me as I sat down in the open chair which was next to her. "You're hella late today." She joked as I shook my head with a chuckle. I'm still embarrassed at what Letitia did and I felt a little bad for Courtney because of it.

The meeting soon came to an end and I pulled down my black skirt while getting up. Courtney stood up as well so I took it as an opportunity to apologize. "Hey Courtney, I wanted to apologize for my Fiancées behavior the other night." She shook her head and smirked. "It's alright. I'd probably do the same." I chuckled.

"We'll I'm glad it's all good. I'll see you later." I was about to walk away until she grasped my hand. It automatically sent me back to the moment I first met Letitia which gave me chills. I pulled it away and turned back around. "Do you wanna go grab a coffee?" She asked and I was kinda on the iffy side about it. "Just two platonic friends grabbing coffee." She reassured.

"Yeah, sure. I know this great coffee shop a couple of minutes from here."

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     We sat down in a booth in the coffee shop after we got our orders. This place is like that legendary meeting spot in movies that has a lot of memories. I, of course, got the hot cocoa and some beignets and Courtney got dark coffee.

   "I don't know if I'm impressed or scared. Dark coffee?" She laughed and held up a finger. "Personally, it gets the job done. Just straight to the point." I chuckled and took a sip of my hot cocoa.

     "Yeah but the results were negative. That makes it even more harder to fix it!" A familiar voice was ranting while walking into the coffee shop. I looked over to see Letitia holding the door open for Dominique as my annoyance began to rise very quickly. They were so deep into conversation that she didn't even notice me. I mean she simply walked straight past me.

    Courtney raised an eyebrow at me then took a sip of her coffee. Her facial expressions remind me so much of Journey that I mentally noted to make them meet later. "Back to you and how you need mental help for this dark coffee." We laughed and she shrugged. "Is this you judging me? Because I think it's you judging me." I held my hands up and surrender. "I like my coffee how I like my women. Dark,black and smooth." Courtney finished the coffee and shrugged.

     I tried to take my mind off of Letitia being in the same room as us but damn it I couldn't help but glance at them. I mean the way the girl looks at Tish is like sex just with her eyes. The smiling and under cover blushing really made me feel disturbed. As I was in deep thought I went to pick up my last beignet and it was missing. I looked up at Courtney and noticed the evidence of it on her face. "I know damn well you didn't!" I glared as she made an innocent smile that made me giggle.

     In the middle of my laughing I felt someone grab my hand and pull me out of the booth. One second I was chilling with Courtney and the next I was being pulled into the bathroom like a child who just got in trouble. Of course it was no one other than Letitia.

     "The fuck is that?" She semi yelled as I scrunched up my face.

   "Just friends being friends. But I mean your little girlfriend is out there so why are you worried about me all of a sudden?" I was about to walk away until she grabbed my hand and pulled me back. "Cinnamon don't make me mad O?" I rolled my eyes as I began to get frustrated. "I'm not doing this here. I'll see you when you get home Letitia." Again, I attempted to walk out but my hand was grabbed. I yanked it away and gave her that look. "Letitia Michelle." I warned and stomped out of the bathroom.

Honestly now I just wanted to go home. She wants to sit here and be mad at me when you can tell the girl doesn't respect our relationship. At least it seems Courtney knows those boundaries. All of this is just so damn confusing to me damn it. I mean if it's not one thing it's another. Right now... I feel like we are tearing each other apart.

  This is where the epilogue starts. I will insert it as a chapter of its own to clear any confusion. — C.