I don't even have a coat to hide this mess,
"She's putting your wardrobe together for Vegas. The concert remember?" I grunted,
"Is she still available?" I sat down and slid on my shoes, my dress still in my hand,
"No but I picked out three dresses for you. I have them here at your place. That's where I am now. Whatever doesn't work I can take back and we can find something else. You leave Wednesday morning." I walked back into the bathroom, in nothing but heels and looked for a brush.
"Ok, is that all?" I couldn't bear to think there was anything else to deal with today,
"Yes, that was all you needed to do. You have Esquire and a dental appointment tomorrow. Are you on your way back to your place? Do you need me to send a car?" Mark entered the bathroom and stood behind me. His hands were on my hips as he kissed my neck,
"Don't worry about it. I'll make my way there. You stay there, I'll be there soon." I closed the phone sat it on the sink and turned around,
"Everything ok?" He was down to just his boxers and I placed my hands on his shoulders,
"Everything is fine. Why don't we head to the bedroom this time." His hands held me in place as he stepped closer and let me feel that he was ready for me,
"I was thinking the same thing." Since I missed virtually everything on my schedule there was no need to rush out the door.
Sitting in the back of the cab I decided to give up and listen to my messages, which would surely include many from Steven. I was right, the first he basically cursed me out and told me I was worthless, that I was the most unprofessional client he had. The volume at which he yelled at me was like nothing I had ever heard before. His second message was little less loud but still just as angry. By the third message it was something different and I felt somewhat bad,
"Brehan I don't know where you are and God only knows what you are doing. Frankly, I'm not sure I want to know. In fact, I'm sure I don't. At some point you need to get with Ira and discuss the lawsuit. I'm out of it. I've led you in the right direction it's your responsibility to save your own ass. Look, I've done all I can and I just don't have the energy to deal with you. It's obvious I can't be your manager and your boyfriend so when I get back from Europe we'll try handling things differently." His voice, I could hear the sound of fatigue in his voice, the sound of defeat,
"I give up, you win. Things will be much better when I return from Europe." He sounded so tired, so frustrated. I won? I wasn't trying to win anything or maybe I was. Maybe it was about control. He had it and I wanted it. It wasn't that I wanted control of him or even the relationship. I just wanted a little control over my own life. I wanted equality in our relationship. I feel like everything is always ok with Steven and me as long as I do what he wants, when he wants it and how he wants it. I looked out the window as the cab made it's way through the busy evening streets of the city. Steven was worried about me and I was off screwing Mark. I can't keep doing this. I cant keep sleeping around every time I get mad at Steven. What kind of marriage would that be? I've already messed things up temporarily by losing my temper over Evelyn and now I could have potentially made things worse by not showing up when Steven went through all that trouble to find someone to help me. I'm dedicated to things not only being different when he returned from Europe but being better. That's a promise I'm making not only to Steven but to myself as well.
Chapter 96
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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