Cruel Passions Of The Other Woman

|CH47|

•Takeya Givens•
"Keya"

"So tell me Takeya, how're things going with your new boyfriend?" My therapist asks me from across the room in her own seat.

"Perfect." I say genuinely with a smile.

"He's married correct?" She starts to jot down notes in her notebook. "Does that...bother you at all?"

I allow my arms to relax at my sides and my hands make their way to the hem of my jeans. Tugging and nipping at the material. Luckily for me she can't see it and from her perspective it looks like I'm just calmly relaxed. I don't allow my expression to falter. "Why would it? She cheated, their own the brink of a divorce. I'm sure of it."

"Oh you're sure of it?" She repeats. "So...Omri told you out of his own mouth that their own the brink of a divorce?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes. He did. Is that so hard to believe?" This time I don't hide the aggravation in my tone.

"Just thought I should ask, we've spoken about your relationships with people in the past. We've discussed your tendencies that you tend to possess when you take a liking to someone. You've also admitted and described yourself as territorial, and at times possessive. You even said and I quote I don't care what our relationship status is if I like a man I'm jealous of the position other women hold in his life. Do you remember that?" She questions.

I shrug. "I say a lot of things, and honestly my mindset was different when I said that. The men were different. They were liars and cheaters and," I pause for a moment before continuing. "Omri isn't like that, he's honest and upfront with me. HE showed up at my job when I was avoiding him, don't you see? He cares. He initiated these things."

"Do you think that him showing up for you is a way he's declaring his love? Or perhaps he's just having a rough patch with his wife." Just the mention of her causes me to smack my lips. She notices that. "And what do you feel of his wife, you mentioned the two of you spoke. That he wanted you two to speak, when he invited you over."

I nod. "He did. And she was...hysterical, she was in denial that he clearly wanted me there. So she left," I pause for a moment again thinking my thoughts carefully. "I feel sorry for her. She messed up something good, and now her husband is interested in me. And I didn't even have to do a lot for it to be that way."

"You didn't have to do a lot." She repeats and a tone settles on her face.

I cluelessly raise an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"You said you didn't have to do a lot. So what all did you have to do?"

"Fuck fuck fuck!" I punch the steering wheel multiple times before finally placing the phone back up to my ear.

"Please leave a message after the beep....BEEP"

"SHIT!" I cuss again. If it weren't for me wanting so desperately to be by my phone when he calls I may have launched it at my windshield.

I check the time before going to my call log. 127 missed calls within the span of two and a half days. 127 missed calls he didn't return. Each time I called the phone rang for exactly 4 seconds. 4 seconds 127 times is 508 seconds, and that's 8.467 minutes, and- we're not even going to talk about how many hours. Part of me kept replaying over and over again my last time seeing him. I thought we really connected, I thought we had an understanding. Yet for some reason everytime I call he hasn't answered the damn phone.