Chapter Two
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Sayre stood still for a second, head screwed on straight without so much of a glance. She was mostly unsure of what to say or how to react to him being here and holding her arm. She tried to breathe, she'd almost forgotten how it felt to be held by him.
A part of her wanted to kiss him so bad she wanted to fall in the snow in excitement but Sayre just c****d her head slightly just enough to glimpse at his entire face before using her free hand to shove his hand off her.
"Do you mind?"
She asked slowly.
"Where are you going?"
"Home"
She dragged
"Are you serious? How the hell would you leave the party without a coat and an excuse of a snow boot to go home? What are you trying to do? Are you trying to prove a point?"
She scrunched her face, she was suddenly disgusted. What the hell did he mean by her proving a point? What stupid point?
"What?" She scoffed
"You know what? The only point I'll be making is shoving my knee hard into your d**k"
He smiled
"I don't usually involve myself in that type b**m"
"I see"
She managed to shake her head and continue on her journey. Maybe she was proving a point, but what point? Freezing to death because she would rather die than be in the same space as a man who shattered her heart? Maybe she was being irrational
He caught her again
"Let me drive you home"
"I'm fine. I don't need your help"
Her heart raced, not because she was cold but because his presence just seemed to have an ungodly effect on her
"Oh, should I call your boyfriend?"
She shot him a look
"hmm, don't tell me you randomly shoved your tongue down a man's throat at a public bar Sayre"
She shivered
"I don't see how that's any of your business"
"Well, welcome to the club, now you have a very high probability of contracting herpes."
She stopped in her tracks.
Why didn't she think of that?
It didn't matter, more than ninety percent of the population had it anyway and she was likely to contract it any way.
But the real question was did kissing that man at the bar mean the end of her celibacy journey?
Ever since Beck moved away and broke her heart, she was depressed for months, couldn't bring herself to even look at a man and had been counting since then.
"C'mon, let's get to my car. It's just around the corner"
"You know," She stopped to face him "A real man would have sacrificed his coat for me and not f*****g let me freeze"
She managed to say
"I know."
"Ugh"
She stomped away
"The car is the other way."
He shook his head in amusement when she shot him a look when she turned and continued to stomp.
She was standing beside the car with her arms folded, a scowl on her face and a look that could shoot bullets. He only smiled, unlocked and started the car.
Sayre settled in, sinking into the chair as warmth hit her. She never would have survived if she insisted on walking home
"I'll be right back"
He said as he pulled the car over to a stop at a fast food.
Sayre sank into the chair, reaching for his coat to snuggle into. His perfume wafted into her brain and for a second seemed lost. She suddenly felt it- that feeling of... Lust. She shut her eyes. No. No.
"No!"
As if saying it out loud would make it go away.
She had a company to run and she was going to head it. Beck was a little distraction who always happened to appear every now and then to throw her off her actual goal.
Ophelia was right- she was right all of the time. She actually needed to get laid, maybe having s*x with someone completely different would erase the longing and lust she had for Beck.
The door opened.
"What's this?"
She asked when he placed a plate of food on her lap, knowing exactly what it was. Her mouth salivated at the smell of the food.
"Jollof?"
A sound escaped her. She'd been too depressed to order even her favorite food.
She wanted to cry, to kiss him and feel him. She wanted to do so many things. She hated that he knew her, that he understood her and that he probably cared-
"Thanks"
She'd barely had anything to eat all day.
By the time Beck pulled over at her house, she'd inhaled the the entire plate of food. It was snowing heavily, so much that a huge blanket had formed on the roof of the home.
"Thank you for the ride."
She shrugged the coat off and tossed it in the back seat.
"I'm not welcome in?"
He asked as Sayre made for the door handle
She turned to look at him, more shy than anything to look him in the eye, her gaze settled on his nose.
"You can just drive home"
"Sayre-"
"I don't think I like you enough to actually invite you into my home."
Beck laughed
"Oh my God, I have missed you. You're still the same"
Sayre frowned.
"What's that supposed mean?"
Beck said nothing for a second and just looked at her. He adored her, her brown eyes were just as beautiful, and her hair, he liked the way her ginger braids fell over her shoulder. He shifted his gaze to her lips.
"Yeah"
She breathed, pushing open the door and getting out of the car.
Beck followed behind without wasting a beat.
"I need you to stop following me."
He followed her inside.
Annoyed and tired, Sayre spun on her heels, taking a dangerous step towards Beck who seemed to stand his ground.
"What do you want from me?"
"Do I have to have a motive to visit you?"
She scoffed.
"Visit? You're a f*****g adult Beck and I'm sure you know how this works. You just don't disappear from my life for six years and show up again like nothing happened."
"Nothing happened"
He threw his arms in the air in surrender.
"Get out of my house"
"Sayre"
She pinched her forehead, turning back on her heels to continue her journey into her room.
"If you would just let me explain myself."
He caught the door before she had the chance to slam it shut.
She was suddenly irritated. Nothing happened? Like he didn't just leave her in the middle of the night and fly to a whole ass country.
"I don't need an explanation from you, I just want you to get the f**k out of my house."
"I had to leave town for my own sanity Sayre. It wasn't easy for me. I should have told you I know. And I'm sorry"
"Sorry?"
Sayre scoffed, shutting the window blinds close.
"You decide to sleep with me, run away and get married in six months and decide to show up after six years for your own sanity?"
She laughed.
"You must be going insane if you think I would let you back into my life for any reason whatsoever."
She flipped her hair
"Now I need you to get the hell out of my house before I call the cops"
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