Toxic

Chapter 3

1 week later

One week it had been since Semaj said the very words that made her wince every time they crossed her mind. Denver sat in her office looking at the 3 different bouquets of flowers that Semaj had sent over. Since that night, he'd been apologizing for speaking to her that way, she refused to accept it though.

Semaj knew he had fucked up the moment the words escaped his lips, his pride just wouldn't allow him to follow his woman up the stairs to apologize. Denver felt like that's what made it sting a little worse, he didn't even care enough that night to try and fix it. That small, yet very disrespectful mishap had her reevaluating her entire relationship with Semaj. Had he always felt that way? Duh dummy  the tiny voice in her head spoke out.

Denver picked up the letter that was delivered along with the flowers,

"The flowers can't even compare to my stupidity, I know what I said was wrong and I should've never even allowed those words to come out of my mouth. The thought should've never ran across my mind babe. I love you, I have loved you since the day I laid eyes on you man. I know that I was scared before, but I'm here in this relationship with you, engaged to you. And I want to be, I'm so sorry to have made it seem as if you forced me into something I didn't want to be in. Not talking to you, and hearing your voice everyday has been killing me. I wanna spend the rest of my life making it up to you, please give me a chance to right my wrongs Dookie"

Dookie was a nickname that Semaj had given her in the first couple weeks of them dating. They had went out to Chili's and after their meals, she decided to indulge in their Molten Chocolate cake. She was lactose intolerant, but like any other person would, she didn't give a damn. She couldn't let dairy go, so their night ended with her rushing to Semaj's home to take a shit in his bathroom because her home was further. She would've shitted on herself had she made the trip to her place, Atlanta's traffic was terrible. 

Denver cringed as she allowed the corners of her mouth to turn up. She couldn't believe she was even considering the chance of forgiving this man, but she loved him. She loved him with everything in her, and that may have been the problem. She had given herself to this man, and allowed him in even after a shitty ass break up with her ex. She'd never forget Jace, he was her first everything. First kiss, first sexual partner, first love, and first heartbreak too. It was him who made her become the woman to stay on defense, she became protective over her heart. Not saying she wasn't before, but after him she was very careful.

Finishing the letter for the fifth time, she folded it up and placed it in the drawer attached to her desk. It was yet another Wednesday, but somehow her inventory was fucked up. She spent the better half of her morning on the phone with her suppliers trying to figure out where the mistake could have happened. The sexy two-piece set she promised to more than a few of her customers were nowhere in sight, her order of graphic tee sizes were all fucked up, and none of the purses and shades she ordered had come in. Not only was she having problems at home, but now her place of business was also putting a damper on her mood.

Pressing the button on her headset, she called her store manager into her office. She had her supplier to send over the purchase order for her inventory and everything on the list was fucked up, it wasn't a them problem it was an error made on their end. Last Wednesday, Denver wrote down everything she wanted to be ordered and left it at Raven's desk like she did every week. She wanted to know what the hell went wrong and how Raven could fuck up so badly, she was usually on her p's and q's.

Knocking on the door, Raven stood on the other side waiting for Denver's answer.

"Come in" taking the glasses off of her face, Denver watched as she walked into her office with a solemn expression on her face. That alone told her something was wrong. Raven was usually upbeat, and chatty as hell, regardless of if it was 7am or 7pm. She always told Denver that it was so much more to life and that smiling helped her get through her day.