I’ll Do Anything for Love
“Look, I want your job. I deserve that position. So, either you’re going to give it to me or I’m going to take it. Simply put, you can quit voluntarily, or I can make you wish you never stepped foot in this building. The choice is yours. And don’t bother trying to tell him what I said because not only will it piss me off, and you don’t want to piss me off, but he also won’t believe you. I’m Daddy’s little girl and I’ve always been his favorite. So, I’ll deny it and he’ll believe me,” I said to her and I walked out of the building like a boss.
My position was fine, but hers was better. In three years, I’d proven myself, and I deserved to be in the position right under my father. But he’d said that she was good at her job and that he couldn’t just fire her. So, I was just going to have to make her quit.
Glancing around, I made sure that no one was watching me as I walked up close to her brand new car. I looked around, watching my surroundings, as I unscrewed her gas cap and dropped the two candy bars that I was holding inside of her gas tank. I didn’t bother to even screw the gas cap back on. I just took it with me. I knew that she would probably guess that I was responsible for it all, but I had to show her that I wasn’t playing around. She needed to know that I was serious if she didn’t do what I’d told her to do. Honestly, I actually liked her. She was just in the way. Placing my sunglasses on, I put the candy bar wrappers and her gas cap in a bag full of trash and pulled off without a care in the world.
Hey, what can I say; sometimes in life you just had to take matters into your own hands. And that’s exactly what I was about to do…again.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he said.
“I better be.” I don’t know about anyone else but being in love and actually having someone in your life that loves you back was the best feeling in the world. Nothing could compare to finding your soulmate. Nothing was sweeter than a love that takes your breath away. And after many, many years, I finally had that. I watched him until I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Before I knew it…I was asleep…
I listened to him scream my name, but I pretended as though I couldn’t hear him. But I heard him; loud and clear. Yet his screams weren’t enough to make me help him. His cries weren’t enough to make me save him.
I was still, and as quiet as a mouse on the ground as the flames that surrounded the car grew higher and higher. My body was in pain, but I didn’t seem to mind it. The only thing that I cared about at the moment, were the screams coming from inside of the burning car. I wondered, and waited almost impatiently, for them to come to an end. I knew that he couldn’t get out of the seatbelt. I knew that his legs were stuck and I knew that the door was jammed. But I’d left him there. I’d left him there to die. But he wasn’t dead yet because I could still hear him. He continuously bawled out in agony. His screams were filled with so much pain that is pierced my soul and caused me to check to make sure that my ears weren’t bleeding.
But still, I did nothing.
“Serenity! Serenity!” He yelled. He cried. He cursed. But there was nothing that I could do. I’d already made my decision. And it was all his fault. All he had to do was love me. He was supposed to love me. That was all I’d ever asked for. But I guess from him, I’d been asking for too much.
The sound of screeching tires behind me stole my attention for only a second.
“Ma’am! Ma’am? Are you okay?” I heard a man ask from behind me only a few moments later but my eyes were set on the blaze.
“Is there anyone else in the car?”
I waited to see if Rodney would scream again but suddenly, he was quiet. Nothing could be heard but the sizzling pieces of the burning steel, plastic and whatever else cars were made from these days. I waited, and waited, but Rodney said nothing. The man repeated his question and this time I answered him.
“Uh, yes. Yes. My boyfriend is stuck inside,” I said as he called for help and walked towards the car. But he was too late. Rodney was dead. There was nothing that he could do, unless he wanted to die too.
The crackling sound caused by the burning seemed to soothe me as though it was a lullaby.
“Opps,” I mumbled to myself, almost sarcastically as though I was taunting Rodney’s spirit; just in case it happened to be close by. Suddenly, the depression that I’d been feeling lately was gone. The worry about my future and of being accepted had vanished.
As the man talked on the phone and walked around the car over and over again, I closed my eyes and for the first time in weeks, I smiled…
I jumped up, clutching my chest.
“Whoa baby. Are you okay? It was just a bad dream.”
I looked back at Elroy; my honey pop for the past three years. The love of my life and I knew he loved me. But little did he know that it wasn’t just a dream; it was also a memory. What happened to Rodney was real and it had been my reality a long, long time ago. It was just one of the few things that I conveniently forgot to mention to him. Elroy looked at me as I steadied my breath.
“I’m okay,” I said. He smiled at me sleepily, and laid his head on the pillow. He closed his eyes as I made myself comfortable, and snuggled up next to him.
“What were you dreaming about anyway?” Elroy mumbled.
“I don’t remember,” I lied and turned my back to him.
“I was at home last night Serenity.”
“No you weren’t. I rode by on my way back from the grocery store,” I lied. I purposely went by his house, once he didn’t return my calls, and he wasn’t there. He’d told me that he was just going to stay home and relax that night, but he wasn’t there for at least two hours or so because I didn’t only ride by once. It was more like twenty. But after five I lost count.
Elroy looked stumped.
“Where were you? I must have called you a hundred times. And you weren’t at your sister’s. When I couldn’t reach you, I went by there too.”
“Since when did you become the C.I.A?”
Oh, he had no idea! After three years, he still only knew what I wanted him to know about me.
“I was at home. I had a few errands to run and then I went home. My phone died while I was out and while I was waiting for it to charge, I fell asleep.”
“Where did you go?”
“I just had a few things to do. And then I went back home.”
I had a bad feeling that he was lying right through those pearly white teeth of his. He’d never lied to me before, but this definitely felt and sounded like a lie. And I lied for a living, so I was sure that I was right.
It wasn’t that we had trust issues; we didn’t. Elroy had been nothing but good to me. And I mean he had been real good to me, since the very beginning. I loved that man with my soul because all he’d ever given me was love, respect and loyalty. He was one of the best things that had ever happened to me. He cooked. He cleaned. He rubbed my feet and washed my hair. Every date we’d ever been on, he paid. He opened doors and pulled out chairs. He washed my car and mowed the lawn without me having to ask. And on top of everything else he was fine and had good sex. He was just a damn good man. But he wasn’t perfect. But neither was I. Not even a little bit. But still, I was always watching him. I was always looking, just by nature. My profession and my past taught me to pay attention to everything, every single detail, so there wasn’t too much that would get past me. And experience taught me that you have to always expect the unexpected. No matter how perfect things or a person may appear to be; everything and everybody comes with flaws. I mean take me for instance; I was smart. Beautiful. Successful. And tons of other good things but I was also crazilicious: which was my made up definition of being all of those good things, mixed with a whole lot of crazy, bad things. And I was a force to be reckoned with when I was pissed off, so I constantly tried not to be.
“I was sleep and the phone was on the charger. That’s why I wasn’t answering. You have a key. You should have just come in to see what I was doing for yourself.”
Had he been home, I would have. But as I said, for at least two hours or so, he wasn’t. Finally, I got tired of riding by and just went back home and called him over and over again until I fell asleep.
“In case you didn’t know this already, you are the only woman that I want and the only woman that I need. Serenity you are the only woman that I love. And I’m about to prove it to you,” Elroy said dropping to his knees.
I gasped as Elroy pulled out a ring.
Yasssssssss! I said in my head—in my ghetto voice.
Elroy hated when I talked like I wasn’t educated, so I didn’t say it aloud. I just shrieked instead.
Finally he was about to pop the big question!
I almost couldn’t believe that it was finally happening for me. I’d waited so long for this day to come. After three long years, conversation after conversation, finally Elroy was stepping up to the plate and about to ask me to be his wife.
“Yes! Yes I’ll marry you!” I screamed and Elroy started to laugh.
“Damn can I ask you first? Serenity Thomas, will you marry…”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Now put that ring on my finger boy!”
I felt like I’d just won the lottery as Elroy twisted the ring on my finger. He loved me! He really, really loved me! The proof was in the pudding, and the two-carat rock on my finger, proved that he loved himself some me baby! And that was all the reassurance that I needed.
I squealed and jumped into his arms once he was on his feet. “I love you. I love you. I love you!” I screamed, kissed his face a million times and then pulled away from him. “I have to go call everybody! All of my family and my friends; especially Dion because you know he thought that you were never going to do it! Oh, I just can’t wait to show him the ring! I’m going to be like BAM! In your face boo! I told him that you loved me. I told him that you were going to make an honest woman out of me. I told him. I told him!” I said excitedly and flirtatiously, all at the same time.
“No. Wait. Don’t tell nobody yet.”
I looked at Elroy confused.
“Well, I put a ring on it, but we probably won’t be getting married anytime soon. Probably not for another year or two,” he said.
“And why is that Elroy?” I didn’t like where this conversation was going, and I hated to be put in situations where I had to show my true colors. For the most part, Elroy got to see my nice, professional, sweet side; the side that I preferred to be. But he’d had a few small run-ins with the side of me that just didn’t give a damn, and even then I tried to be limited with my words and my actions. But he knew that I was a firecracker and a few times he’d had the pleasure or maybe the displeasure I should say, of seeing me go BOOM! And there was a lot more to me that I was sure that he just didn’t want to see; like the side that just put the candy bars in the now ex-employee of my father’s company, or the side that didn’t help her ex-lover out of a burning car. And believe me, that was nothing.
“I’m really not in a situation for a wife yet. I just got hired on permanent at my job and I got some things I want to do and set up first before we get married. Save back up some money. I know, you make some big bucks, but I’m the man and my job is to always take care of you.”
Another thing that I loved about him, but so what, I was ready to get married…like yesterday!
“Then why propose Elroy?”
“Hell why not? I ain’t going nowhere and you ain’t either. And hell, marriage is all you talk about so,”
“So you gave me the ring to shut me up?”
“I gave you the ring because I want to marry you. I just said that it won’t be anytime soon,” Elroy came closer to me. “Now let’s celebrate our engagement shall we?”
I pushed his face away from mine, but he grabbed my hand. “Please don’t tell me that you’re about to act like this? Come on Serenity. We just got engaged,” he said and puckered up his lips.
“What’s the point in getting engaged if I can’t tell anyone Elroy? What am I supposed to say when they ask me about the ring?”
“I don’t know. Tell them that it’s a promise ring.”
“What am I? Twelve?”
“Well, only wear it in the house then.”
Did he really just say that?
“Here, just take your ring back,” I said in frustration and attempted to take the ring off but he stopped me.
“Fine, you can tell people. Now can we get down to celebrating or what?” Elroy said slyly.
I allowed him to kiss on me for a while. I waited until he was all hot and bothered, and once his penis started to swell, I pulled away.
“Nope. I’m going to go call my Mama,” I said running away from him with him cursing behind me.
“Well, you’ve wanted that position since forever Serenity. What is it the office lead or leader over all the rest of them or something?”
“Something like that. I’m right under my father now.”
That’s right. My little threat worked; she quit and the job that I’d wanted for a while now, was all mine. But already I was starting to have second thoughts.
“Well, yeah, so there’s no point in complaining now. It’s a blessing that she quit and you were able to get it. You were already swamped with work, but now being only a step under your father, all of the other folks under you, now come to you, so I can only imagine the amount of work you are about to have and the stress. If you can’t do it, tell him to hire someone else,” Elroy said. Of course he hadn’t known that I’d threatened Sarah to quit. I wanted the position, I got it, but already I was feeling the pressure. I guess you really do have to be careful what you wish for. Because you just might get it…and hate it!
“You’re right. No more complaining. So, since we’re engaged now, do you really think that it’s necessary to have two houses? We haven’t really needed two anyway for the past two years. My house is bigger, you sleep over most of the time anyway, but if you want me to move to yours, I will,” I said to Elroy on the phone.
Both of our houses were paid for, but one of them would need to be rented out or something since we were now engaged and getting married…one day.
“I’ll probably move to yours,” he said.
“I’ll let you know,” was all that he said before saying that he loved me and then he hung up. I checked the time. It was time for me to get back to work too, so I didn’t bother calling him back to ask him more questions about his response. Instead, I headed out of the break room and walked towards my office.
“Serenity, I just laid some cases on your desk,” my father said, who was also my boss.
I worked for Thomas Law Firm, and boy did I have some big shoes to fill. My father was well-known for his cases and his work, and since I’d followed in his footsteps, I couldn’t let him down. We’d come from much of nothing, but I’d watched my father work, go to school and take care of his family, just so we could have a decent life. And he’d done just that and so much more.
By the time that he was done with law school, he and my mother were already on baby number six, and they still didn’t stop, but he’d stuck it out and now he was more successful than even I thought that he would be. So, after years later, once I was done with school, just like he’d said that he would, he’d had a job waiting for me.
I’d only been a lawyer for about three years now, but I was pulling my own weight and he seemed to be more than proud of me. He was always in my corner no matter what, and I refused to let him down which was why I wanted Sarah’s position. She used to get a lot of the bigger cases, like my father, the ones that actually meant something and I wanted a piece of the pie. I was sure that he was going to pass down the company to me in a few years, whenever he was ready to retire so now, I was just hoping to get the other part of my life going; marriage, kids and all that good stuff before my career took another direction.
Going to school had consumed most of my twenties and I hadn’t had a chance to really live or even think about settling down. There had been a few who wanted more, with me, but after my college heartbreak, that turned deadly, I’d decided that I only needed a man for one thing…sex.
Love could make you do some crazy things; like what I’d done to Rodney. And after that, for a long time, I didn’t want any parts of anything that looked like, or felt like love. At that time, I was desperate for love, and you just never know what a person is capable of doing; especially if they’re desperate. And I never wanted to feel the way that I felt that day again.
So for years, I forced myself to stay out of that lane, and in a lane all of my own. I did anything to keep me from getting too attached. It wasn’t until I was settling into my new career that I felt like it was time. I felt like I was ready. And I started to look for more. And that’s when I found Elroy. Well; that’s when Elroy found me.
He’d come to see my father on a legal issue regarding an incident that had taken place at his old job. Needless to say, my father took on the case, and won. Elroy received a nice settlement, but three years later, he didn’t have anything to show for it but a nice car, a house and a few pieces of jewelry that he refuses to sell or pawn. So here recently, maybe about six months now, he had to go back to work.
Anyway, the day that they won the case, after chatting with my father, he tapped lightly on my office door.
“Hey pretty girl,” he’d said.
“I’m not a girl. I’m a woman.”
“I can see that. You’re all woman baby with your sexy self.”
Since my weight loss, I’d heard that a lot often than I was used to, but back then I didn’t know just how good at talking Elroy was until he’d managed to get me to agree to go on a date with him.
“Is there something I can help you with?” I’d asked him that day. I’ll admit that at first glance he might make you a little moist in between the thighs. He was light bright, almond colored man with beautiful eyes, a gorgeous smile, with all of his teeth, and so much more. Nice low haircut and well-kept facial hair. And that body; the muscles, the tattoos…my goodness! I could go on for days, but his looks, then, only told me one thing…
I loved an attractive man, but just to look at him. I would take a good, faithful, ugly man over a fine ass one any day. But still yet, I fell for Elroy.
“Can you help me, you say? Absolutely. I’ve been searching for an angel, all of my life, and I think that I’ve just found her. Now, I may not seem like the kind of man who believes in love at first sight and maybe I don’t. But I am a man that believes that you’ll never know if your soul mate is standing right in front of you, unless you agree to go on a first date with him. And from just one simple date, maybe, and I’m going out on a limb here, but maybe you’ll realize that the person that you’ve been looking for all of your life is the person sitting next to you. And maybe you will realize that dreams really do come true. I can tell you this right not that you’ve been a part of my dreams for years; from the way you look, to that sexy ass black dress that you’re wearing. So, I’m asking you, my dream, to come true and have dinner with me. Have a drink with me. Share a laugh with me. Make a memory with me, and maybe start a future with me,” Elroy had said.
When I tell you that man could talk you right on out of your panties, I am not lying, nor am I exaggerating. To this day, my mouth will be saying no, and as he’s talking, my hands and my body will be saying yes and before I know it, I’ll be butt naked, giving him something that he can feel.
But from that day, that moment, three years ago, Elroy and I have been in each other’s lives and there wasn’t one thing that I could complain about when it came to him and the way that he treated me. He had never done me wrong. Even the smaller things that I didn’t like just weren’t worth complaining about when I looked at all of the good things that I was getting. Oh, I just loved me some Elroy!
Finally, I made it to my office and just as I started to work, a delivery guy tapped on the door. I looked at him and the flowers that he was holding. I smelled them as I signed and I smiled once I read the card from Elroy.
“To My Future Wife Desiree, Love Elroy.”
Desiree? Who in the hell is Desiree?
The name caused me to have a minor flashback. I knew a Desiree back in high school and I couldn’t stand her! She was so mean to me, just plain ole’ horrible! That girl was evil and I’d always said that she had the devil in her. But I got her back though. I remembered overhearing her say that she was allergic to aspirins. One day, I’d taken two from home and when she wasn’t looking, I dropped in her drink. I remembered watching her drink it and just waiting. Waiting to see what happened. After a while, she’d started choking and acting like she couldn’t breathe, and guess who helped her? Me. It wasn’t like I was trying to kill her or anything. I just wanted to see her suffer just because daily she made me suffer by teasing me and calling me names. But after that day, after I helped her, she never teased me again. For what little time she remained at the school before moving away because her father was in the army, she treated me with nothing but respect. She didn’t hang out with me or anything, but she completely stopped teasing me.
I took a deep breath and tried not to get upset and jump to any conclusions. It was a mistake. That’s all. It was just a mistake. I called Elroy’s phone over and over again. Of course he was at work and wasn’t answering, so finally I called his job.
“Yes, this is an emergency call for Elroy Ross. This is his wife.” I waited for a few minutes, and finally he came to the phone.
“Who in the hell is Desiree, Elroy?”
“What? They said it was an emergency.”
“It is and if you want to keep your job, I suggest you tell me who Desiree is, or I’ll come down there and you can tell me in person.” See, a little of that other side of me slipped out again, but at the moment, I didn’t care. I mean, my father had taken us out of the hood and placed us in the suburbs, but I knew and remembered where we’d come from. And on top of that, I was part Latino, so sassiness ran through my veins.
Translation: Elroy could get these hands if need be!
“What are you talking about Serenity?”
“You sent flowers, but they say to “My Future Wife Desiree”. My name damn sure is not Desiree. So, who is she?”
“Oh, they made a mistake. Desiree is Terry’s new friend. He placed the flower order for me when he placed his for her. They must have gotten the names and jobs mixed up that’s all,” Elroy said. “Now baby, I love you. I got to get back to work.” And with that he hung up.
I looked in my phone for Terry’s number. Terry was Elroy’s good friend. They’d been friends long before I came into the picture. Of course Elroy didn’t know that I had Terry’s number, but I guess he would find out today. I’d known enough information on his friend to do a little search on him at work, and I kept his information, just in case I ever needed it.
“Terry this is Serenity. I got the flowers that you were sending to a Desiree.”
“Oh yeah. How did you get them? I ordered her some and you some too for Elroy. Did you get both?”
“No. They must have gotten the names wrong,” I said to Terry and after he said that he was going to call them and complain I hung up.
I took a deep breath. Okay. It really was just a mix-up. Good. I coached myself to stop overacting. I wanted nothing more than to be Elroy’s wife and now that he’d proposed, I didn’t want to run him off by showing him a few things about myself that he might not be too fond of. My mother always said that a man shouldn’t get to know all of you until you’ve been married for at least five years. I used to disagree with that statement, but the older I became I could see why it might be some of her best advice yet. I knew that I’d better get myself together. He was as close to husband material that I’d seen around in a very long time and he was mine, so I needed to do whatever I had to do to keep him. And not run him away.
Tearing the card up, I threw it away and sat the flowers next to the other little things that reminded me of Elroy on my desk and got to work. I had a big case coming up and I needed to focus. The next time I seemed to come up for air, it was about an hour past time for me to go home.
I checked my cell. I was surprised to see that Elroy hadn’t called me. I called him once I was settled inside of the car, but he didn’t answer. He always got off about two hours before my scheduled time to leave work and I knew that if he was going to work over he would have called or texted me. He was used to me working late, so he usually would call and at least confirm that I was still at the office, but he hadn’t. After calling one more time and getting the voicemail, I texted him and waited for his response. Once I was only about five minutes from my house, finally, my phone started to chime, and I smiled, thinking that he was calling me back but it wasn’t him.
It was Dion.
Dion and I had been friends for about seven or eight years. Of course we’d had sex, but what we shared was never anything serious. He’d wanted a real relationship; I’d just wanted sex at the time. After running back into each other later on, we discovered that we made pretty good friends. He was now married, with kids, but he was always my voice of reason. I hated him for it most of the time but I was glad to have him in my corner, especially when it came to trying to figure out men.
“What are you doing Mrs. Ross? Well, soon to be that is.”
“Ugh, don’t say it like it’s a disease or something. And nothing big head. On my way home.”
“I think I saw your boy earlier,” he said.
“My man. My fiancé. His name is Elroy. You should try calling him that sometimes. And where?”
“He drove past me downtown.”
“Downtown? When was this?”
“He was at work earlier.”
“Then maybe he took a break but I’m sure that it was him. His bright red Camaro, with the huge rims for no apparent reason is pretty hard to miss.”
I wondered if it was before or after I’d called him about the flowers and I wondered where he’d been going.
“Well, kiss my god-kids for me. I’ll come see them later on this week, but I’m just getting home. I’m headed in to relax and attempt to cook dinner.”
“You’re cooking? Oh my, you’re going to kill the man. Hey, that might not be a bad thing. Go on and cook him something. That’s the only way you’re going to leave him alone obviously. If he’s dead,” Dion joked and after I cursed him out, we hung up the phone.
Dion used to like Elroy. They used to occasionally chat and share a beer at the beginning of our relationship. But somewhere all of that changed. All of a sudden Dion just started saying that he gets the feeling that Elroy isn’t the one for me. But he was wrong. There was no one that I would rather spend the rest of my life with. Elroy had been good to me. He’d always been there for me and had yet to let me down. He was more than I ever thought that love would be. And we were going to be just fine. I was sure of it.
Elroy’s car was there, at my house, but I wondered why he hadn’t answered or returned my calls. I hurried inside to find music wailing from the speakers of the radio and the aroma of fried fish was in the air. Well, he surely wouldn’t have heard a ringing phone over any of this mess. I sat down my things and then headed to the kitchen.
I giggled at the sight of him.
Elroy was wearing just a pair of boxers, some sneakers and an apron. He was singing and grinding to the music as he peeled what looked like shrimp in the sink.
My mouth started to water. But not for the food. I wanted to taste Elroy. I almost wanted to be freaky and hop on the counter for a little chef takes advantage of the overworked and stuck-up lawyer role play, but I changed my mind once I smelled my arm pits. I almost died. I smelled horrible. This chick definitely needed a shower first.
Tip-toeing in his direction, finally reaching him, I tapped him on the shoulder. Elroy jumped and turned around prepared to attack but stopped himself once he saw that it was me.
“You scared me,” he screamed over the music, grabbed the stereo remoted and turned the volume down.
“I know,” I puckered up my lips to kiss him, and once he laid one on me, I looked around at all the food.
“And what’s with all of this?”
“I just wanted to do something special for my baby. A little seafood night. It’s your favorite. So, relax. Go take a shower. Have a glass of wine, and let Chef El-Baby handle all of this for you. Go take a shower,” he said. I beamed at him.
“You said take a shower twice. I stink huh?”
“Giiiiirrrrrlllllll, whatchu’ talkin’ bout?” Elroy said as if he was some ghetto girl from around the way.
“I think you need to pray over the water first. Regular water ain’t going to help those arm pits. Some good ole’ holy water just might do the trick. I love you though,” he snickered as I stuck up my middle finger at him. I walked away from him, smiling at all of the food he had prepared.
He always knew just what to do to make me feel special. I was just glad that he was cooking so that I didn’t have to. He was definitely a better cook than I was. I could cook, but I had never bothered to learn to do it as well as others. My mama had always been a stay at home mother and being that she was Latino, of course she loved to cook and loved to teach us both American and Spanish dishes. But I never really paid attention. Sometimes I wished that I had, but I had a man that could cook so I was fine.
After I showered and slipped on something comfortable, just a pair of panties, and I headed back to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine just as Elroy had instructed.
“Dion said that he saw you today,” I said, taking the first sip.
“He said that you were driving downtown. Where were you going?”
“Downtown? I didn’t have time to go downtown today. I got off of work, headed to the grocery store and came straight in.”
“He said that it was your car.”
‘I’m sure there’s other red Camaro’s with rims in this city. I’m sure there are,” Elroy said, never bothering to turn around and face me.
“Elroy, I don’t want to ruin the moment, but,”
“Then don’t Serenity.” Finally he looked at me and then walked over to check the crackling grease that was smothering the frying fish.
“It’s just…I don’t know.”
“Everything is fine Serenity. I’m fine. We’re fine. Now, come on, let daddy fix you a plate baby so that we can eat.”
Even though I didn’t want to, I decided to drop the subject. I guess Dion could have been mistaken. There were plenty of cars that could look similar to Elroy’s. But of course I’d memorized his tag number so I would definitely know his car if I see it.
As Elroy grinned and got my food together, I decided to shake it off and managed to enjoy the rest of my night with him. We ate. We laughed. We cuddled and watched a movie. And once I’d put it on him and put him to sleep, as he snored, I decided to get up and do some laundry.
I scooped up the same dirty clothes that he’d stepped out of and left on the bedroom floor and I headed to the laundry room. Checking his pockets for any trash, just as I always do, I pulled out two receipts. One was from the grocery store and another one was from the gas station; a gas station that was only…downtown.
I shook my head and headed to get my phone. I checked to see when I’d called him about the flower mix-up and then I checked the receipt. Converting the time from military time format, I found that the receipt was from about thirty minutes after I’d called him.
Had he pretended as though it had really been some kind of real emergency in order to get off work early?
Why wouldn’t he have told me that he was leaving?
Why was he downtown?
And more importantly, why in the hell was he lying?
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