Betrayal

Chapter 49

Ali

My stomach drops as I read it.

Warren: Rebecca was here a little while ago. She knows. Had someone following me. I'll tell you more later. I love you.

I've just finished my last class of the day. I have my portfolio clutched in one arm and my phone held tightly in my other hand. She knows. I can tell by the way the text is worded that he didn't want her to know yet. Whoever she had following him must have seen us. What the fuck is happening? She's hired someone to watch him?

I take a deep breath, then walk outside. I feel paranoid that she'll be out here, but I don't see her. Maybe she'll just call me again like she did before. I understood then, because he'd just left her, but now? It's been months.

I keep staring at the text. I can tell he's upset, but I just tell him I love him, too, and I'm heading home.

Does Lola know already, too? Dominic? Has she told them? I think she should let him tell them something like this. I want to know what exactly she said to him. And why she had someone following him. Was it just to see if he was with me? Or some other reasons? I can't wrap my head around it. It seems so strange.

I feed Snowball and give her fresh water when I get home. After, I take a shower and daydream about us making love tonight. I've done that so often. It gives me a chill. It's been so long since I've had sex and he knows my body so well. I've longed for it. I want it. If he shows even the slightest interest, I'm going to tell him to fuck me.

I put my best lingerie on and pack my bag. I don't bother to pack anything to sleep in. I'm sure I'll be sleeping naked. But I pack something to wear in the afternoon. I don't know what time I'll have to leave since his children are staying with him this weekend. I'm dreading the thought of not seeing him all weekend.

At almost seven o'clock, there's knocking at the door. I rush to it. It's him, dressed in an immaculate gray suit, and a small smile on his face. I smile back at him and as he steps in, he grabs me and pulls me against him. As he kisses me I gasp, my stomach falls into itself, and he backs me into the wall.

"I had such an awful day," he mutters. "Seeing you makes it so much better."

He kisses me again, then lifts me off of the ground. I'm weightless, in his arms, and wrap my legs around his waist securely. He holds me tightly with his face resting against my chest. I stroke his hair and hold him back.

We stay like this, holding one another, until he begins to walk. He sits on the couch. I smooth his wayward hair down, but it does no good. It just sticks right back up. His waves make me smile.

"I had it cut in January. It was short for a little while."

"Was it still wavy?"

"A bit. Much shorter waves. It had gotten too long."

"I'd like to see that, I think. But I love your waves."

He smiles.

"I'll cut it right now, any way you want it."

I laugh.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. It grows so quickly my waves will be back in no time. We can do a short cut, a buzz cut, any cut you want if it'll make you smile like that."