He's a Keeper

Chapter 21

           

Felicity

I think Shane blocked my number.

I texted him when I landed, and I went to his penthouse, and he stopped answering me.

I got a penthouse. I can't move in until tomorrow, Black Friday.

Mom texted and asked if I'd be mad if she stayed at Shane's parents' house for the holiday.

I said no.

I thought Shane would be fucking contacting me, but he hasn't. It's been days. We had sex the first time a week ago.

I'm actually pissed off.

He told me to think about our relationship.

Well bitch, I have.

I can't fucking tell him that though.

Tori said Shane is really depressed, that he gave his brothers and cousins a whole speech on how he loves me.

She said that they're acting good and keep asking to apologize.

She confirmed that yes, he did block my number.

I don't care.

The gates to his parents house slide open.

It's Thanksgiving.

I have so much to tell Shane.

I walk up to the door, and I ring the bell.

I'm ready to rip Shane up.

It's morning, around ten.

Shane had texted me when I was in the airport to go back to Chicago to tell me we're going on a break until he gets home.

I'm mad at him.

Chase opens the door.

He looks surprised.

"Hi." He says.

I wave.

"Want me to get Shane?" he asks. "Actually, just come in."

"Just get Shane." I whisper. "And don't tell him it's me."

He nods, walking off.

Shane

"Hey baby bro, the doors for you."

Everyone looks at me.

"Today?" I ask.

"Yeah."

"Who is it?" I ask.

"And how did they get through the gate?" Dad wonders aloud.

"I don't know." He says.

"Male? Female?" I ask.

"Just answer the door."

I sigh, shoving my phone in the pocket of my jeans.

I walk to the front door, opening it.

Felicity stands there.

Felicity

He peeks his head out the door, and his eyes widen slightly.

I fold my arms across my chest.

He steps outside, shutting the door.

"Hi." He says.

That's fucking it?

"Where's your phone?" I ask.

He pulls it out of his pocket.

I take it.