Chapter One
Ear piercing screams continued as the woman continued to wail and plead behind him. Dale “Lights” Curtayn never slowed in his march to the front door of his apartment, her bags in hand. There was nothing else for him to do than kick her out. Or say.
She dashed around him, throwing her body, clad in a see-through robe, against the door. Her normally perfectly made face now had streaks of mascara running down her tanning-bed-colored cheeks.
“It was a mistake, Dale.”
“Yeah, the mistake was mine,” he said, his British accent more pronounced than usual.
Julie Yale sniffed and wiped her cheeks before attempting a smile. “You were gone a long time,” she said, lips curving up farther still.
“No.” His word was curt. “That’s not what I mean. My mistake was trusting you would be faithful and not be a whore. Get out.” He opened the door, moving her aside without any lingering tenderness. Her bags landed with a thud in the blue-carpeted hall.
“No, no, no! It was amazing between us. He was a mistake, meant nothing.” Her eyes darted left, right, left. “Don’t toss away what we have.” Regardless of the open door, she opened her robe, showing her naked body. “Do you really want to lose this?”
Dispassionately, he ran his gaze over her. “I’m surprised you think I would ever touch used goods. You still have his cum dripping out of you. Leave and take him with you while he can still walk.”
Julie grew angry. “What was I supposed to do? You were gone for months. Almost an entire year!”
His patience wore thin. He sneered down at her. “Sounds like the same amount of time I was gone and had to go without sex. Only difference was, I managed to do it without cheating.”
“I love you, Daley. You can’t do this to—”
“Love?” he scoffed. “You know nothing of the word. Get out. Both of you.”
The guy she’d been screwing in their bed hurried past him into the hall where he grabbed the two bags Dale had deposited there. His pants were jerked up but unfastened, and his feet had been shoved recklessly in his shoes. Julie’s brown eyes shone with tears, yet Dale was unmoved.
“I’m basically naked.”
“I don’t give a damn. Go. Put something on from your bags.”
“You can’t do this.”
She gripped his arm, nails digging to his flesh. He didn’t allow her to remain, using his size to back her up until the lying skank was out of his place.
“I can. I am.”
“Dale!” she screeched. “I have to—”
“Lies spout from your lips. You have clothes there, so you can dress if you want. I don’t care.” He captured her wrist and applied pressure until she released him. Then, he returned the favor and let her go.
Closing the door, he bit back his desire to ram it shut on the foot she shoved in between it and the frame.
“I’m pregnant.”
“Congratulations. Don’t ever come here again.”
“What…what if I said the baby was yours?”
He sighed. The need to get away grew within him. So much for a nice homecoming. “I would suggest you return to school and learn arithmetic. I just got home. Perhaps your fuck buddy will help you. It is none of my concern.”
He closed the door with finality. “That’s one hell of a shitty homecoming.” Dale stared at the bags he’d left on the living room floor. He walked through his apartment, ignoring her lingering cries and pounding through the door. On his way to the guest room—no way in hell he was sleeping where she’d cheated on him—he swiped a bottle of Ketel One, having every intention of making it a night he would forget.
Despite his night of drinking, Dale was out running nice and early. As it was Sunday morning, there weren’t many folks on the running path surrounding the apartment complex. As he neared the building, he spied a young black boy on the sidewalk getting off his bike by the steps.
The boy stopped and waited for him to pass, not saying a word. Dale didn’t recognize the kid but
Ear piercing screams continued as the woman continued to wail and plead behind him. Dale “Lights” Curtayn never slowed in his march to the front door of his apartment, her bags in hand. There was nothing else for him to do than kick her out. Or say.
She dashed around him, throwing her body, clad in a see-through robe, against the door. Her normally perfectly made face now had streaks of mascara running down her tanning-bed-colored cheeks.
“It was a mistake, Dale.”
“Yeah, the mistake was mine,” he said, his British accent more pronounced than usual.
Julie Yale sniffed and wiped her cheeks before attempting a smile. “You were gone a long time,” she said, lips curving up farther still.
“No.” His word was curt. “That’s not what I mean. My mistake was trusting you would be faithful and not be a whore. Get out.” He opened the door, moving her aside without any lingering tenderness. Her bags landed with a thud in the blue-carpeted hall.
“No, no, no! It was amazing between us. He was a mistake, meant nothing.” Her eyes darted left, right, left. “Don’t toss away what we have.” Regardless of the open door, she opened her robe, showing her naked body. “Do you really want to lose this?”
Dispassionately, he ran his gaze over her. “I’m surprised you think I would ever touch used goods. You still have his cum dripping out of you. Leave and take him with you while he can still walk.”
Julie grew angry. “What was I supposed to do? You were gone for months. Almost an entire year!”
His patience wore thin. He sneered down at her. “Sounds like the same amount of time I was gone and had to go without sex. Only difference was, I managed to do it without cheating.”
“I love you, Daley. You can’t do this to—”
“Love?” he scoffed. “You know nothing of the word. Get out. Both of you.”
The guy she’d been screwing in their bed hurried past him into the hall where he grabbed the two bags Dale had deposited there. His pants were jerked up but unfastened, and his feet had been shoved recklessly in his shoes. Julie’s brown eyes shone with tears, yet Dale was unmoved.
“I’m basically naked.”
“I don’t give a damn. Go. Put something on from your bags.”
“You can’t do this.”
She gripped his arm, nails digging to his flesh. He didn’t allow her to remain, using his size to back her up until the lying skank was out of his place.
“I can. I am.”
“Dale!” she screeched. “I have to—”
“Lies spout from your lips. You have clothes there, so you can dress if you want. I don’t care.” He captured her wrist and applied pressure until she released him. Then, he returned the favor and let her go.
Closing the door, he bit back his desire to ram it shut on the foot she shoved in between it and the frame.
“I’m pregnant.”
“Congratulations. Don’t ever come here again.”
“What…what if I said the baby was yours?”
He sighed. The need to get away grew within him. So much for a nice homecoming. “I would suggest you return to school and learn arithmetic. I just got home. Perhaps your fuck buddy will help you. It is none of my concern.”
He closed the door with finality. “That’s one hell of a shitty homecoming.” Dale stared at the bags he’d left on the living room floor. He walked through his apartment, ignoring her lingering cries and pounding through the door. On his way to the guest room—no way in hell he was sleeping where she’d cheated on him—he swiped a bottle of Ketel One, having every intention of making it a night he would forget.
Despite his night of drinking, Dale was out running nice and early. As it was Sunday morning, there weren’t many folks on the running path surrounding the apartment complex. As he neared the building, he spied a young black boy on the sidewalk getting off his bike by the steps.
The boy stopped and waited for him to pass, not saying a word. Dale didn’t recognize the kid but
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