Case File Name:
Something Long-Term.
♠Chapter Fifty-Eight♠
"What did you do now?" Vic asked.
I blinked a few times, "Me? I didn't do anything," I told the twins.
Who both gave me a skeptical look.
"Only you can affect Taz to that extent," Mav pointed out blankly as he took a bite of his brownie.
Vic nodded as he stuck his fork in the bowl of mac and cheese, "I don't think I've ever seen her walk out of a room like that," he said, shaking his head a few times.
"What did you do Lena?" Mav repeated Vic's previous question.
I automatically shook my head, "Nothing, I just..." I trailed off, pursing my lips slightly, "I should probably go talk to her," I determined, knowing it had already been five minutes since she walked out of the kitchen.
Five minutes of me stalling with hopes that I wouldn't have to go up there and discuss the aftermath of this with her.
"You think?" Vic deadpanned, shaking his head at me.
I pursed my lips, "Or maybe I should give her time to cool off—"
"She never cools off, you should really go talk to her," Mav cut me short, motioning his head for me to leave.
And when Vic raised a brow at me—I let out a long defeated sigh.
"Okay, yeah, I'll go talk to her," I whispered, nodding a few times to myself as I backed away from the kitchen island.
"Good luck," Vic said as I walked out of the kitchen.
And I couldn't help but pray for all the luck I could possibly get, not knowing how this would all go with her.
She probably doesn't even want to talk to me after how I just reacted and I...
I just can't say what she said back.
A long sigh suddenly fell from my lips as I walked onto the elevator and clicked the highest floor of the house.
And as the elevator shot up, my thoughts began spiraling—trying to predict what Tazmin would say to me or how she would act.
Maybe she has had time to cool off?
Maybe we could still try to move past it and forget that this even happened.
"Tazmin?" I called out as I hesitantly walked into her room, gently closing the door behind me.
And as I took a few more steps into her room, Tazmin emerged from her closet—wearing a white Ralph Lauren zip-up jacket and baggy navy sweatpants.
Her light hair was still down and tucked behind her ears, illuminating her sharp bare face.
Which held a very neutral expression—but I could tell by her slightly furrowed brows and pinpointed stare that she wasn't the happiest.
"Four months," Tazmin suddenly said, shaking her head a few times, "It's been four months now Milena and you still give me nothing to go off of."
I pursed my lips, noticing that Tazmin didn't bother to walk over to me and close the large gap of space between us.
Which made something anxiously twist deep inside my stomach.
"I just..." I trailed off, tilting my head as I searched for the words.
But I came up with nothing.
"You just what Milena?" Tazmin sighed, stressfully running her fingers through her light hair, "I need something to go off of."
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Corrupted (18+) (GxG)
Romance"If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask," Tazmin said, her raspy voice lowered as she drew one of her hands up the inside of my thigh. I clenched my jaw, "I didn't," I gritted, even if we both knew it was a full-faced lie. Especiall...
