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Think of the most awkward moment in your life and multiply by five. That is how terrible it felt to stand in between these two alpha male personalities. Victors arm was slung across my shoulders, hand outreached towards Erik who was standing firm.
"So you fucking my ex, huh?"
Oh Fuck me...
I could hear Victor suck at his teeth beside me and I internally flinched. I knew he wouldn't explode on Erik, he was a strategic thinker, but he'd try to get under Erik's skin which wasn't hard to accomplish anyways. Erik, however... was a bomb waiting to explode.
"From what I heard, y'all wasn't ever a "thing" to begin with, bruh." His arm tightened around me, giving me a little shake. I could melt into a puddle right now. I could only pray that Erik wouldn't say anything about what had happened before Victor walked in.
Our eyes connected briefly, mine begging him to contain himself and his holding no promises.
"Nah, not an official thing, but she was definitely my girl." Erik had never claimed me, verbally that is, as his own. It gave me chills thinking about it.
"Well me and my girl have some dinner plans tonight. If you'd like to join us, we'd be thrilled to have you. However," I looked up at Victor like he had lost his God forsaken mind, "it might be a little out of your budget. We always do it a little bigger when I come back home from a trip."
Erik, who I was surprised was being so calm, chuckled in response. "My bank account would say otherwise, Rick."
"It's Vic." I closed my eyes, not believing he was really falling for this shit.
Erik continued to play dumb, "That's not what I said?"
"No... you said Rick." Victor was loosing his patience fast, I could tell.
"My bad... Vic. I'd love to join y'all, but I've got prior engagements tonight. Plus," Erik smiled widely, "Nette and I already have plans for tomorrow."
No the fuck this nigga didn't...
Victor looked down at me with a questioning look, "Oh do you? What's planned, if you don't mind me asking?" His eyes didn't look away from me as Erik spoke again, like he was trying to read the truth from my eyes.
"Just ask ya girl later, I'm sure y'all got a lot to talk about. Imma head out though. Good to meet you, Nick. See you tomorrow, Nette." Erik clapped Vic on the shoulder before heading towards and out the door.
I let out a deep breath, knowing all the shit that's about to come out of Victors mouth.
"What the hell was that Antoinette?! Why was that dude here?" He began to storm off into the kitchen, immediately grabbing a glass and the bottle of good bourbon.
I sat at the large island and put my head in my hands feeling a headache forming. I really didn't want to do this tonight... or ever.
"He just showed up Vic, I promise you I did not invite him here." I watched as he downed his first drink before immediately pouring another.
"So you just let him talk to me any kind of way then? You just stood there and let him disrespect our relationship like that? That's some shit Nette and you know it." Down went another drink. We weren't going anywhere tonight...
As much as I wanted to argue it, he had a point. No matter what I had done with Erik, past or present, Victor was my man now and I should have stood up for him. The guilt from the days earlier events made a knot form in my stomach while looking at Vic pour another glass.
"You're right, I know I should have said something, but I was stuck in my own head Vic. A man I thought was dead walks into our home the same time you come in, it was too much going on." I wouldn't dare tell him that he'd come over the night before as well. He might go after Erik right now.
He sucked his teeth looking over at the couch Erik had been sitting on. I could feel myself getting uneasy. Did I forget something on the couch? Turning around and looking would only give it away.
"W-what did y'all talk about?" His speech slurring a bit told me he was already tipsy. I knew he was a lightweight, but damn.
"The military, our past, London and Chris... you." Not a complete lie, but not the whole truth. I needed to tread as lightly as I could around this. I did not need Victor trying to hop in a car in his current state to find Erik.
His bloodshot eyes looked into mine, "Is that all?"
"Yes." Liar...
"Did y'all... kiss?"
"No." Horrendous liar...
I hated lying to him, but I couldn't let him do anything irrational right now. Plus I had to get my own head straight before dealing with anything like that.
"What the hell was he talking about when he said y'all had plans tomorrow?"
That one I honestly had no clue about. I figured it was just Erik's way of fucking with Vic more and that's exactly what I told him. We continued to stare at each other for a couple more minutes while he finished his fifth glass.
"Don't make me look like a fool Antoinette." With that he walked down the hallway towards our room, leaving me to my thoughts.
I felt the tears sting my eyes as they flowed down my cheek. What right did I have to cry? I was the one that had cheated on him! I allowed my past to jeopardize my present and future... but it felt freeing. My life was so tame the last few years, but with Erik back I was acting out. Running wild into this obsession with him for the second time in my life.
I got up to pick up my phone off the coffee table.
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Can't wait for you to finally stop running from me baby... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Writers block is a bitch... 😪
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