My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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⚠️mentioning of suicide and R*pe

Iman Harriott ~

I was aware that Alistair and I had an audience as I was walking through the restaurant, the hall walls, the reception all the way to the exit. I knew he'd be behind me, which is stupid because once I get to this stage, this means I'm fed up and tired.

I should've continued the conversation in my dressing room that day, it would've saved me from wasting a whole Friday night with a married man who still does not know what he wants with me. Always wanting me when it's too fucking late. I need someone that wants me now.

"What are you doing?" The sound of Alistair's voice irked me, as I took out my phone from my purse to dial a number

Who was I going to call exactly?

I could just call an Uber...but I need someone to vent to.

Yes, Mariah...no it's late and she probably just put the baby to sleep. I don't want to bother her, even though she says it's okay, I just don't want to.

My mind went to Alex. I just prayed he wasn't out. I would feel bad, disrupting his night of fun all because I had hope that Alistair and I could get back together again. This is why I refused to stay in contact with him and express my feelings again on that wedding night because I knew it would be this type of bullshit.

God, I'm so stupid.

I'm so stupid for even thinking-

"Iman!"

"Don't talk to me!" I snapped at him

I went to dial Alex's number. "No" he bluntly said, as I continued to wait for Alex to pick up

I ignored him.

"Before you pick up the phone, can we at least-"

"Yo, you good?" Alex answered the phone

"No, can you come and pick me up?" I asked him, with sadness in my voice

"Shit where you at, are you alright? I'm coming...drop the location to me..." I heard shuffling in the background

"I hope I'm not interrupting-"

"Nah, I was just chilling, on the game with my friends, I'll come and get you though"

"Thank you..." A sound of relief escaped within me before the phone call ended. I messaged him the location so he could pick me up

"I'll divorce her..." my ears peeped at the sudden words that escaped Alistair's lips

I turned my head to face him "too late..." was all I could muster up to say

"What do you mean too late Iman, is that not what you want- isn't that what we both want" Alistair made a few steps towards me

"A couple of minutes ago, I wanted that then. But you can see I'm slipping away and that's when you finally have the balls to say those words. Plus I do not believe you..."

I wanted to take back calling Alex so fast the minute those words left his mouth. That's all I ever wanted to hear. We'd be in there waiting for our mains to arrive after we ordered, instead, we're outside, threatening him that I never want to see him again, knowing it's not true.

I don't want to leave him, but this is the same reason why I left him in the first place. He wanted to act right when it was too late. He wanted to be there for me when I got raped when it was too late. He wants to now divorce Alana but it's too late. It's when he knows I will leave him, that's when he acts right. He can feel that I will leave him. I've done it before, what makes him think I won't do it again?