𝙲𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗 - ᴀɴᴛʜᴏɴʏ ᴠᴏʟᴘᴇ

27 : Love Is A Battlefield

Who texted him?

Open messages.

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It's funny how guys underestimate a women's ability to find out anything. Not to mention our extremely keen ability to remember the smallest of details on any given night. It seems Anthony had been single for so long before we met that he'd forgotten some of these amazing attributes that women possess. Poor guy didn't know what he had coming.

When we got home from the early game we sat at the coffee table eating our sandwiches because I chose peace at the moment. It was too hot and I was still pretty tired from last night to even start an interrogation, I mean, conversation.

After our shower we hopped into bed for a cozy nap in fresh sheets which was all I was looking forward to at this point.

I feel his hand slide over my hip and run down the side of my leg. He began kissing my bare neck and trailed down to my shoulders, all of his touches and kisses instantly causing goose bumps across my whole body.

"Not now babe." I groaned.

"C'mon babe, please." He said in between his kisses on my shoulders while his hand continued to run up and down my side.

"No, Anthony. Can we just take a nap now?" I tried my best to not sound so sassy, mission failed.

"Are you serious?" He sat up mildly irritated, and I'm not sure if it's because I didn't want to have sex or if he caught my attitude. But regardless, I'm sure that was a rhetorical question so I didn't bother to answer.

"What's your problem?" He snapped at me and now I see that it was the attitude that ticked him off.

"Nothing, I just want to sleep some shit off that's all."

"What does that mean? I thought we were over what happened last night babe. What is it? Are you hanging? Did I say something? You don't wanna have sex? Okay that's fine, but you've been acting so different ever since we left the stadium. I'm fucking lost right now." He ran his fingers through his damp hair as he shook his head.

"Okay then, let me ask you a question. Who texted you on Friday night while we were driving home?"

"What?" His face was honestly puzzled.

"Don't play dumb Anthony! After Friday's game we were fighting on the way home because of Julio, then your phone beeped because someone texted you but you didn't check it right away. Then when I was waiting for you in the elevator, I saw you doing something on your phone before you grabbed your things out of the trunk." I almost said in one whole breath. I've said these words in my head a million times on the way home today so it felt good to finally get it out.

I glared at him as he pondered but after a couple of seconds I definitely noticed his moment of realization when his eyes changed.

"I don't kno—"

"Anthony," I cut him off because I already see what route he's going with this. Fuck that.

"I'm gonna give you one chance to tell me the truth. I already know it was none of your teammates and I can't find a single text from anyone else at that time."