frustration that he had caused again .
“ No,” she screamed in a
tone he’d never heard before. She pushed his chest, and he let go.
“I’m calling off this relationship that you’ve barely been
in.”
“ That’s not true. I love
you very much.”
“ I can’t tell.” She opened
the drawer to the vanity that held the things he used when he spent
the night and began tossing them into a bag on the counter. “I
suggest you get your things out of the dresser drawer before I burn
them Bernadette style from Waiting to
Exhale .” She turned toward the
closet.
“ Yasmine, don’t … don’t do
this.” He felt the emotions in him rise. She came out with his
clothes and started throwing them at him. They hit his chest before
landing in a puddle at his feet. However, the second batch of
clothes confused him. They were sundresses, shorts, and tops.
“These aren’t mine.”
“ I know, but you bought
them for me to wear on our honeymoon, and I don’t want or need them
anymore.” She threw them with the rest of the clothes on the
bathroom floor.
Grabbing her by the wrists, he pulled
her hard to him. She tried to squirm away, but he held her firmly
to his chest. She huffed and puffed with her eyes fixated on the
wall behind him.
“ Look at me, woman!” He
held both of her wrists in one hand and turned her face up to his
with the other. “I love you. Don’t do this, Angel face,” he
pleaded.
“ Let me go,” she screamed
at the top of her lungs with tears rolling down her face. She
pushed her body hard against him, and he let go of her wrists.
“Please leave.”
“ You don’t mean
it.”
“ Just go save the world,
Cannon,” she said sarcastically.
Grabbing the bag on the counter, he
gathered up his clothes on the floor, leaving hers there. He turned
to look at her and the hurt on her face was too much for his heart
to bear. Tears stained her cheeks, and she shook uncontrollably. He
wanted to reach out and hold her, console her, but the expression
on her face screamed stay away from me.
“ You’ll regret this one
day,” he said as he walked down the stairs with her following
him.
“ The only thing I regret
is wasting two years with you.” Her voice was cold with no emotion.
She picked up the vase of red roses from the foyer table that he’d
sent that day to her school and threw them just as he closed the
front door. He heard it crash on the other side and a loud, sobbing
scream from her.
Chapter One
12 years later
…
Yasmine dropped her briefcase and
purse on the couch on the way to the ringing phone in the kitchen.
She grabbed it and saw Sherika Williams, her best friend’s name on
the caller ID.
“ Hey, lady!” Walking to
the refrigerator, she noticed a note under a magnet from her
mother. Yasmine shook her head. Why didn’t her mother just text
her? They both had iPhones. She pulled out a chicken and vegetable
stir-fry she’d made yesterday and raked it into a plate. She hadn’t
eaten since that morning. It was now late evening, and she was
famished.
“ Yaz, I had the best
Valentine’s Day ever yesterday!” Sherika squealed.
“ What romantic thing did
Doug do now?” She glanced at the note.
Will be home late. Out on
a date with you know who.
“ He asked me to marry
him!” Sherika squeaked, and Yasmine imagined her friend jumping up
and down at the same time.
She closed the microwave door and
pushed two minutes on the panel. “That’s wonderful! I knew it
wouldn’t be long before he did. You two have been great friends
over the years, and have always had a crush on each other. I was
glad when you finally reconnected in the same city last year. I
knew it would only be a matter of time before he popped the
question!”
“ Me too! I never wanted to
do the long distance thing, but I’m glad we’ve always remained
friends. But when he moved here, it just felt right.”
“ How did he propose? I
want all of the details.”
“ He surprised me in my
classroom
“ No,” she screamed in a
tone he’d never heard before. She pushed his chest, and he let go.
“I’m calling off this relationship that you’ve barely been
in.”
“ That’s not true. I love
you very much.”
“ I can’t tell.” She opened
the drawer to the vanity that held the things he used when he spent
the night and began tossing them into a bag on the counter. “I
suggest you get your things out of the dresser drawer before I burn
them Bernadette style from Waiting to
Exhale .” She turned toward the
closet.
“ Yasmine, don’t … don’t do
this.” He felt the emotions in him rise. She came out with his
clothes and started throwing them at him. They hit his chest before
landing in a puddle at his feet. However, the second batch of
clothes confused him. They were sundresses, shorts, and tops.
“These aren’t mine.”
“ I know, but you bought
them for me to wear on our honeymoon, and I don’t want or need them
anymore.” She threw them with the rest of the clothes on the
bathroom floor.
Grabbing her by the wrists, he pulled
her hard to him. She tried to squirm away, but he held her firmly
to his chest. She huffed and puffed with her eyes fixated on the
wall behind him.
“ Look at me, woman!” He
held both of her wrists in one hand and turned her face up to his
with the other. “I love you. Don’t do this, Angel face,” he
pleaded.
“ Let me go,” she screamed
at the top of her lungs with tears rolling down her face. She
pushed her body hard against him, and he let go of her wrists.
“Please leave.”
“ You don’t mean
it.”
“ Just go save the world,
Cannon,” she said sarcastically.
Grabbing the bag on the counter, he
gathered up his clothes on the floor, leaving hers there. He turned
to look at her and the hurt on her face was too much for his heart
to bear. Tears stained her cheeks, and she shook uncontrollably. He
wanted to reach out and hold her, console her, but the expression
on her face screamed stay away from me.
“ You’ll regret this one
day,” he said as he walked down the stairs with her following
him.
“ The only thing I regret
is wasting two years with you.” Her voice was cold with no emotion.
She picked up the vase of red roses from the foyer table that he’d
sent that day to her school and threw them just as he closed the
front door. He heard it crash on the other side and a loud, sobbing
scream from her.
Chapter One
12 years later
…
Yasmine dropped her briefcase and
purse on the couch on the way to the ringing phone in the kitchen.
She grabbed it and saw Sherika Williams, her best friend’s name on
the caller ID.
“ Hey, lady!” Walking to
the refrigerator, she noticed a note under a magnet from her
mother. Yasmine shook her head. Why didn’t her mother just text
her? They both had iPhones. She pulled out a chicken and vegetable
stir-fry she’d made yesterday and raked it into a plate. She hadn’t
eaten since that morning. It was now late evening, and she was
famished.
“ Yaz, I had the best
Valentine’s Day ever yesterday!” Sherika squealed.
“ What romantic thing did
Doug do now?” She glanced at the note.
Will be home late. Out on
a date with you know who.
“ He asked me to marry
him!” Sherika squeaked, and Yasmine imagined her friend jumping up
and down at the same time.
She closed the microwave door and
pushed two minutes on the panel. “That’s wonderful! I knew it
wouldn’t be long before he did. You two have been great friends
over the years, and have always had a crush on each other. I was
glad when you finally reconnected in the same city last year. I
knew it would only be a matter of time before he popped the
question!”
“ Me too! I never wanted to
do the long distance thing, but I’m glad we’ve always remained
friends. But when he moved here, it just felt right.”
“ How did he propose? I
want all of the details.”
“ He surprised me in my
classroom
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