“Where would we start?” I ask her.
“We’ll start in Frankfurt, Germany. Wait. What about your boyfriend and Mr. Pot?”
“We’ll go for three months and then we come home. My cat can stay with my boyfriend.” She taps her thumb on the steering wheel. “It will be so much fun and I can take my mind off the wedding shit.” Her small diamond ring glint from the sunlight. He proposed to her two weeks ago. “Do this one thing for us, before I’m tied down.”
I nod. “Okay.”
Devious
One Month Later…
I HAVEN’T HEARD FROM ROSELYN since she went off to Europe after we broke up. She still hasn’t signed the divorce papers and I’m in no rush to sign them either. After a long day of torching one of my clients to collect a debt, I remove my tie, lie it on the doorknob and sit in the lounge chair in my bedroom. One of my maids, bring me a glass of bourbon. I’ve been obsessed with Roselyn until the point where I made an Instagram to follow her. Marla informs me of her whereabouts and checks in to let me know if they are safe. I spend most of the time worried about them, so I try to keep my mind occupied by reading the latest psychological thrillers and watching a crime show. The pain hasn’t gone away from leaving Roselyn. I think about her all the time and I don’t want to let go. It doesn’t help I still have some of her stuff here. I upload pictures of us at our wedding and when we were in Santorini. I upload a picture of me grabbing her ass, with the caption mine a while ago. I’m not taking them down until I know for certain she moved on.
Roselyn likes all my pictures on my Instagram but hasn’t said anything. I miss her like crazy and this is the only way I feel connected to her. My phone dings with a message from Roselyn.
Nymph: Send me a dick pic.
I stare at the message cocking an eyebrow. I miss her sassy mouth. I ask Marla does Roselyn try to date other guys and she told me she won’t even look in another man’s direction and she still wears her wedding rings.
Me: You want a picture of my dick?
Not exactly what I thought she would say, but I’ll take it. I’m at a point if she wants to use me for sex, I will let her, because any I’ll have any piece of her.
Nymph: Yea, I miss it and you.
Me: You’re drunk.
Roselyn gets horny as fuck when she’s drunk.
Nymph: No, high. Marla gave me some edibles. We’re in Holland. Do you miss me? Do you still love me?
Me: Yeah and I still love you. Why haven’t you signed the divorced papers?
Nymph: You know why.
Me: You’re happy without me.
Nymph: Most days, I cry because we’re not together.
Her words make me feel like shit as if I failed her.
I don’t respond and set the phone on the nightstand, then lie on the bed. I miss holding her at night, especially after a long day at work. Something I looked forward to touching her and I don’t mean in a sexual way, but I need comfort. The pain from our breakup hits harder than I thought.
My phone dings with a message and I pick it up. Aiden sent me a text.
Aiden: Open up, I’m freezing my dick off.
I jump out of the bed and head to the foyer. As I open the door, the cold air hits me like a ton of bricks. Aiden walks in with a cigarette in his mouth and I follow him to the living room.
“Why the fuck are you here this late at night?” I ask, tucking my hands into my pocket. I’m not in the mood to talk and if it’s not important then I’m telling him to get out.
“While you were moping about your wife, I finally was able to get through to Maya and she told me Celeste might not attack because him and his brothers didn’t get along. They exiled him from the Mafia.”
“What do you mean exile?”
“She wouldn’t tell me what he did, but she says he’s most likely not going to strike because he was waiting for Cashel to be killed so he can be the Don.”
I don’t know much about his brother because they didn’t share the same mother. As far as I know, Celeste’s mother was a coke head and his father’s mistress.
I nod and lie on the couch. He needs to leave so I can start my nightly stalk on Roselyn.
“Are you going to continue to keep Maya as your pet?”
“Honestly, I don’t know.”
“Don’t get her pregnant. We will not mix our blood with theirs. I don’t care if Cashel is dead.”
I mean every word. I don’t want my enemies’ blood with my own.
“You really are sulking like a bitch over a woman you let go. You know what you should do?”
“No and at this moment I don’t give a fuck about what you think,” I snap.
It’s wrong to take my angry out on him, but I’m hurting right now.
“Go after her and ask for a second chance. I’m pretty sure she loves your fucked-up ass. I don’t know why.” He rolls his eyes. “I’ve never seen you as happy as you were with her. You weren’t as happy when you were with Shelby.”
“It’s more complicated than it seems, Aiden,” I exhale. “I treated her like shit for most of our relationship. She deserves someone better than me and she needs to live her life. She is young and needs to see the world. If I hold on to her like I did Shelby and she’s going to hate me.”
“Roselyn is not Shelby. You’re making a big mistake,” he tells me. “You should tell her to come so you can talk.”
“Since when have
