Drunk In Love (Crushing Hard Series Book 3)

Dear Diary:02/03/2019

Sunday

Kevin and I just returned from a weekend at my mom's place. She had invited my siblings over to celebrate my new job by slaughtering a chicken to honor our ancestors. Honestly, I was relieved Kevin came along, especially after the chaos we encountered.

While I was closing the sliding door, I caught sight of a snake. Panic surged through me, and I screamed at the top of my lungs, "SNAKE!!!!"

My mom pushed past me in a frenzy, and I saw my brother leap over the gate like a superhero. Kevin, who had been on a call in his car, rushed out to see what all the commotion was about. I quickly filled him in, and without a second thought, he went inside to handle the situation.

After we all calmed down, Kevin reassured me that it was just a harmless house snake. I wasn’t convinced. “I don’t trust anything that slithers and doesn’t have legs,” I told him, earning a bemused look from him.

Despite the snake incident, we had a great time. I stayed at my mom's the entire weekend while Kevin popped in during the day, opting to sleep at our place at night. He said he felt strange staying in my mom’s house, which I found amusing.

While I was there, my mom gently brought up something that had been on her mind. She expressed her love for both me and Kevin but pointedly asked when we were finally going to tie the knot. After being together for six years and engaged for three, she wondered if he still wanted to go through with it.

I was caught off guard by her honesty. Deep down, I secretly agreed with her but defended Kevin, insisting that we were prioritizing our careers. I wasn’t even sure I believed my own words.

Kevin and I have been doing well. I haven’t been thinking about anyone else during our love making , but I was honestly relieved to spend the night at my mom’s. He has been quite insistent lately, even waking me up around 3 a.m. for intimacy. It’s been overwhelming, and I think I might have skipped a few birth control pills because I’m just so exhausted with everything going on. I keep telling myself I can’t get pregnant just from missing a few, right? But I know Kevin would be upset if he found out. I didn’t mean to skip them; it’s just been tough to remember to take the pills every single day.

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Sunday

So, Kevin and I just got back from a weekend at my mom's. My siblings were there because my mom wanted to slaughter a chicken to thank our ancestors for my new job. Honestly, I’m grateful Kevin came because we found a snake in the house. I was closing the sliding door when I saw it. I screamed my head off:

“SNAKE!!!!”

My mom pushed me aside and ran, and I followed her to see my brother jump over the gate. Kevin, who had been on a call in his car, came out and asked what was wrong. I told him, and he bravely went inside to get that snake out of the house. After we all calmed down, Kevin informed me that it was a house snake—perfectly harmless. I told him I don’t trust anything that slithers, and he looked at me like I was crazy.

We had a lot of fun, though. I spent the whole weekend with my mom, and Kevin came during the day, but he felt weird sleeping there. I had a heart-to-heart with my mom, who gently reminded me that while she loves both of us, we've been together for six years and engaged for three. She asked when Kevin would marry me. I was taken aback; I secretly agreed with her but defended Kevin, saying we were focusing on our careers first. Honestly, I didn’t even believe my own words.

Things at work are going well. There hasn’t been any awkwardness between Scott and me since our talk. We’re just work buddies—nothing more, nothing less. I won’t lie; it bothers me. For someone I have such a big history with, it feels like he keeps me at arm’s length. I only exist to him in the office, and I don’t get to be involved in his real life. It frustrates me, but I guess that’s how it has to be because I’m an ex. I don’t think his girlfriend, Eva, would be okay with us hanging out. I can’t even promise I’d control myself around him.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention this incident at work. Aisha lost her calculator, and Felicia asked me and Thuli if we knew where it was. Scott was in Aisha's office and heard Felicia ask me. I said no, and just as Felicia was about to walk away, Scott popped his head out the door and said, “Felicia, aren’t you going to ask me if I’ve seen the calculator?”

Felicia stopped, looking unsure, and replied, “No.”

“Why?” he asked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. I could feel tension in the air. It annoyed me that Thuli and I were singled out, and the only thing we had in common was our skin color. Vuyi and Sam weren’t in the office, so we were the only Black people there.

“I mean, I know you wouldn’t have known where it was,” Felicia laughed nervously.

“And Thandi would? She has her own calculator. Why not ask anyone else? Why her specifically?” Scott shot back, clearly angry. I could see Felicia realizing that he was serious.

“I’m sorry, Scott. I didn’t mean to offend you,” Felicia said weakly.

“Don’t apologize to me; apologize to her. Change your mindset. When something goes missing, you shouldn’t automatically question the Black people in the office. I’m really disappointed in you, Felicia,” he said, looking at her like she was gum under his shoe before storming off. Felicia gaped after him, and Aisha got up to follow him. I was smiling to myself, glad someone had the guts to call it out. He impressed me. He charmed me.

Later at home, I tried to tell Kevin about it without mentioning names, just saying how I was questioned first when something went missing. Kevin brushed it off, telling me not to be one of those people who accuse everyone of being racist. I just stared at him, shocked. For a moment, I felt the urge to slap him, but I got up and went to bed instead. He found me later and rolled me over for intimacy. I was so annoyed that I had to fake an orgasm just to get it over with. Sometimes I fake it; I admit it.

In other news, Cailin and Richard are having an affair! I kid you not—they are really in love. I’m the only one who knows... and Scott. The other day, I was talking to Scott, who was shocked that Elena hooked up with Damon, when Richard came over to ask about a project. Cailin came to ask Scott to sign something, and Richard’s ears went pink. He cleared his throat and walked away, while Cailin’s face turned red. I was smiling to myself, and Scott looked at me knowingly when Cailin left.

“Do you know?” I asked him, smiling.

“Do you?” he asked, grinning back.

We both grinned like idiots. Just then, Sam called over from the other side, asking what we were grinning about. People love to interrupt our conversations. Natasha is always bothered by us hanging out, especially now that Scott defended me from her mom. She hates that he stops by my desk every morning to greet me and bring me candy. He knows I have a sweet tooth. Scott loves to tease me, and I’ve noticed that people wear fake smiles around us when he’s making me laugh.

It’s annoying that Natasha talks trash about me to others, and it always gets back to me. I don’t want to deal with it, but I’m getting irritated. I told Scott I was going to confront Natasha on Friday.

He laughed and sat on the edge of my desk. “What friend? And why are you still fighting?”

“Your friend, Natasha. She keeps talking smack about me, and I’m telling you, I’m going to slap her,” I warned.

He laughed even louder, drawing attention from a few people.

“Have you been watching reality TV recently? You know how they hype you up. Stop, Thandi,” he chuckled.

He was right. I had watched Bad Girls Club the night before, and just seeing the fights made me want to get into one. His comment made my anger deflate, and I smiled.

“It’s really going down in Bad Girls Club. Remind me to show you a fight scene later; the way those girls fight is crazy.”

“Stop watching it.”

“No!”

He looked at me for a moment, playful and light. Then he laughed and asked what I was doing over the weekend. You know what? I feel like I have my friend back. Scott was my best friend before, and it feels like I have him back again.

Kevin is complaining about the light; he says he can’t sleep with it on.

So goodnight, diary.

Love you.

Sweet dreams.