Nothing Like The Rest | 18+

TWELVE

Asialyn B. Duncan
Las Vegas, Nevada |

If I would've known I would be dealing with this shit tonight I would've filed the fucking restraining order TODAY.

Never did I think he would be this bold.

"Who is it?" Mondo broke the silence, Honestly I almost forgot he was on the phone.

"My Ex. I'm not sure why, can you give me a second please. I'm sorry" My heart is thumping in my chest

I was worried, yes—but my anger clounded the fear.

I'm not about to let him scare me or whatever the fuck this is, its getting out of hand.

I placed my phone on the top of the coat rack next to the door then turned around. Three more loud knocks banged against the wooden door a little more persistent than before.

This nigga knocking like the feds .

I opened up the door just a little, enough to put my face outside just to see chris standing there with his hands in his pockets and his head thrown back looking up at the sky. He gave his attention to me once he heard the door open.

"Why are you here?"

I took him in, his eyes looked puffy almost like he'd been crying, he still looked as handsome as always though.

Besides from the busted lip that Q blessed him with.

I don't actually think Chris would ever hurt me, we've known each other since we were kids and before Q came around Chris was always the one protecting and standing up for me.

The day we broke up was the furthest any of our arguments had ever gone. Although I was lucky enough to not see what could've happened thanks to Sky and Quin.

That was an issue of course—but the bigger problem to me was seeing him in the club last night. I've never felt uneasy around him or unsafe until then, but maybe it was an explanation for that.

I mean he was technically a single man now so it would make sense for him to be at one of the most popular strip clubs in the city.

I might've taken the situation the wrong way but also he knew I wasn't trying to talk to him or be near him, trying to force it is what I don't like.

And taking my phone—that was too much.

"Asia, bae please I just want to talk ok—I miss you."

Boo-Hoo.

"I have nothing to say to you—you need to leave"

I'm not tryna deal with this right now.

My day was going so well.

I start to close the door on him only to be stopped by his foot wedged in between the entrance.

"Asia seriously. You don't have to speak I just want you to listen—please"

"Then I'll leave— I promise" He added

I'm surprised he's not drunk off his ass right now.

I've been waiting for an explanation from him on why he stepped out on me. I didn't mind hearing what he had to say. In fact now I feel like I can get some type of closure.

Maybe it'll get me through this healing stage faster.

I was hesitant but despite the voice in my head screaming no I open the door for him and watched him walk in slowly, looking around at the change of scenery after my reorganization of the house.