lied to me.
Tears slid down her cheeks. It was really over between them!
§
Linden didn’t want her, and Michael wouldn’t give up. She packed up his things—stuffs he left at her apartment over the past three years. Although, he took the box without a fuss Michael told Shay he wasn’t giving up on them. In fact, he dropped by her office that Monday and invited her out to lunch, but she wouldn’t budge. The first week back home, he continued to call her every night, but the only person she wanted to see or talk to was Linden.
For the next three weeks, Shay just went with the flow—dragging herself to work and eating very little. She had no appetite for food, stupidly; she continued to reach out to Linden. She called and left messages on his cell, at his office, and his home phone, but he never returned any of her calls.
Shay cut herself off from everyone, including her cousins Nia and Tatiana. She screened her telephone calls and never returned them. Michael had finally given up on her and moved on. She lost herself in music, and she couldn’t stand to listen to Anita Baker’s voice any longer without seeing Linden. Sade’s sultry tones ministered to her broken heart. She kept playing that song, “An Ordinary Love.” The lyrics, “You… brightened…every…day…with… your…sweet…smile.”
She looked out of her lonely, seventh-floor apartment window and cried. “I…keep… crying… for…you…,” cooed in her ears. Her own tears slid down her cheeks and soaked her negligee. Many nights, she went to bed with those lyrics, in her head—dreaming of Linden as he passionately made love to her.
§
Saturday morning, she woke up to the sound of someone banging at her apartment door.
“I know you’re home, Shay!” Tatiana hollered. “Open this door, right now, or I’ll call the police! You’ve avoided my calls for three weeks, and I’m not going away. Let me in!”
Shay was surprised her cousin hadn’t planted herself at her door before now. She had to let her inside, because Tatiana wasn’t leaving. She was a tenacious, five-foot, ball of fire. What Tatiana wanted —she got . If she was determined to get inside, she would call the police to gain access to Shay’s apartment.
Tatiana breezed through the door and plopped down on the sofa the moment Shay let her in.
“It’s balmy outside, cuz ,” Tatiana said. Her voice was warm and bubbly.
She watched Shay, dressed in a skimpy, purple negligee, crawl back on the other end of the sofa—cuddled under the blanket as if she were cold.
“It’s warm and toasty in here. Are you ill?”
“Nope!”
What’s up? It’s noon. Do you plan to get dressed, today?”
“No!”
“You’ve been avoiding Nia and my calls since your return from St. Lucia, Shay. Nia had to work today; otherwise, she would’ve been here with me. What’s going on?”
“I just wanted to be left alone , okay.”
“I saw Michael with that skank , Miranda Jones. They were in Club Champagne, and she was giving him a lap dance like you wouldn’t believe. She would’ve allowed him to ball her, right there, in the middle of the dance floor,” Tatiana said, to get a rise out of her cousin.
“Michael and I are no longer dating. He can ball any woman he chooses.”
“Praise God!” Tatiana bolted off the sofa, elated about that bit of news.
“I’ve been trying to get you to end it with that dog for three years. What made you see the light?”
Shay gave Tatiana the “evil eyes” hoping she would back off. But she knew it was useless.
Tatiana slipped back on the sofa. She pulled out her nail file and started to shape her nails. She had nowhere she needed to be. Sooner or later, she figured that Shay would start talking.
“Two days into my vacation, I caught him in bed with an island slut,” Shay confessed, eventually.
“ What? ”
“Do you know Michael had the nerve to screw her in my hotel bed? I paid for that trip. I thought it would be a
Tears slid down her cheeks. It was really over between them!
§
Linden didn’t want her, and Michael wouldn’t give up. She packed up his things—stuffs he left at her apartment over the past three years. Although, he took the box without a fuss Michael told Shay he wasn’t giving up on them. In fact, he dropped by her office that Monday and invited her out to lunch, but she wouldn’t budge. The first week back home, he continued to call her every night, but the only person she wanted to see or talk to was Linden.
For the next three weeks, Shay just went with the flow—dragging herself to work and eating very little. She had no appetite for food, stupidly; she continued to reach out to Linden. She called and left messages on his cell, at his office, and his home phone, but he never returned any of her calls.
Shay cut herself off from everyone, including her cousins Nia and Tatiana. She screened her telephone calls and never returned them. Michael had finally given up on her and moved on. She lost herself in music, and she couldn’t stand to listen to Anita Baker’s voice any longer without seeing Linden. Sade’s sultry tones ministered to her broken heart. She kept playing that song, “An Ordinary Love.” The lyrics, “You… brightened…every…day…with… your…sweet…smile.”
She looked out of her lonely, seventh-floor apartment window and cried. “I…keep… crying… for…you…,” cooed in her ears. Her own tears slid down her cheeks and soaked her negligee. Many nights, she went to bed with those lyrics, in her head—dreaming of Linden as he passionately made love to her.
§
Saturday morning, she woke up to the sound of someone banging at her apartment door.
“I know you’re home, Shay!” Tatiana hollered. “Open this door, right now, or I’ll call the police! You’ve avoided my calls for three weeks, and I’m not going away. Let me in!”
Shay was surprised her cousin hadn’t planted herself at her door before now. She had to let her inside, because Tatiana wasn’t leaving. She was a tenacious, five-foot, ball of fire. What Tatiana wanted —she got . If she was determined to get inside, she would call the police to gain access to Shay’s apartment.
Tatiana breezed through the door and plopped down on the sofa the moment Shay let her in.
“It’s balmy outside, cuz ,” Tatiana said. Her voice was warm and bubbly.
She watched Shay, dressed in a skimpy, purple negligee, crawl back on the other end of the sofa—cuddled under the blanket as if she were cold.
“It’s warm and toasty in here. Are you ill?”
“Nope!”
What’s up? It’s noon. Do you plan to get dressed, today?”
“No!”
“You’ve been avoiding Nia and my calls since your return from St. Lucia, Shay. Nia had to work today; otherwise, she would’ve been here with me. What’s going on?”
“I just wanted to be left alone , okay.”
“I saw Michael with that skank , Miranda Jones. They were in Club Champagne, and she was giving him a lap dance like you wouldn’t believe. She would’ve allowed him to ball her, right there, in the middle of the dance floor,” Tatiana said, to get a rise out of her cousin.
“Michael and I are no longer dating. He can ball any woman he chooses.”
“Praise God!” Tatiana bolted off the sofa, elated about that bit of news.
“I’ve been trying to get you to end it with that dog for three years. What made you see the light?”
Shay gave Tatiana the “evil eyes” hoping she would back off. But she knew it was useless.
Tatiana slipped back on the sofa. She pulled out her nail file and started to shape her nails. She had nowhere she needed to be. Sooner or later, she figured that Shay would start talking.
“Two days into my vacation, I caught him in bed with an island slut,” Shay confessed, eventually.
“ What? ”
“Do you know Michael had the nerve to screw her in my hotel bed? I paid for that trip. I thought it would be a
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