“I’m tired of your fucking moping. Get your head out of your ass and stop being stubborn.”
I don’t respond because she’s all I can think about. It pains me I’m not with her, but I don’t want our relationship to be toxic anymore. I’m sticking to the plan and keep waiting for her to come if she doesn’t come home to me then I’ll move on. It won’t be easy because I have a hard time letting go of shit, but I’ll be fine.
Roselyn
One Month Later
THE PLANET EARTH IS BEAUTIFUL. After leaving New York City, I’ve been all over Europe. Traveling is fun and exhausting at the same time. We’re in London in a hotel and I upload a picture of me lying in bed with the caption missing him and home. Devious hearts the picture. He hearts every picture I upload, and he’ll comment on how beautiful I look, but he won’t send me a message. He only responded to messages if I initiate it. Nausea settles in my stomach as homesickness takes over me.
I officially turned into a social media stalker, because I like every post and watch every story. Five minutes ago, he posted a picture of a psychological thriller book and I double tap the heart button, then he likes my picture and puts heart emojis in the comments. Aiden comments on how sexy I am in my photo and Devious comments under his with a knife emojis then Aiden comments with laughing emojis.
Marla told me he only got an Instagram because of me and he’s not big on social media. She calls him every week to check in to let him know we’re safe.
She waltzes in with a thin white towel wrapped around her head. She hops on the firm bed, next to me.
“Tomorrow, we’re going on a tour around London and shopping for new clothes,” she says, removing the towel, tossing it onto the floor tugging her hair into a ponytail.
“Can we go home tomorrow?” I exhale, placing my phone on the table.
“Why?” She tilts her to the side.
“I miss Devious.”
“It’s about time you came to your senses,” she smirks. “I knew you were lying when you said you don’t miss him.”
“I didn’t want to be a party pooper.” I shrug. “I’m sorry I cut our trip short.”
We were supposed to spend an extra month traveling to South Africa, but I can’t bear the pain from being away from Devious. It’s too much. I did what he said, I traveled, and I loved it, but it’s not the same without Devious. This is shit I want to do with him
“It’s okay. You need to go home and be with him.” She gets up from the bed and hugs me.
I go on my computer and buy a one-way ticket to New York City then we pack up our stuff and head to the airport. We have an eight-hour flight ahead of us and I know I’m not going to sleep, because I’m anxious as fuck.
After our flight, we take Uber to Marla’s condo, and I bite my nails. Once we park at the curb of the street, she gets out and I help her with her bags, then I tell her I’ll call her later. To be honest, she’s become my best friend over time. Even if Devious moves on and finds someone else, I will continue our friendship. The thought of Devious moving on makes my gut hit the floor.
Three hours later, Butterflies dance in my stomach as the Uber pulls up to the manor. It still looks the same, but pumpkins ranging from white to orange sit around the door. Fall is approaching fast, and lanterns shaped like rocks decorate the staircase. My heart flutters in my chest as I tell the driver thanks and throw money at him, then I grab my bags.
I don’t knock on the door, instead I type in the code and the door clicks open. This is my home. This will be home as long as Devious lives here. As I walk in, it’s pitch black and means Devious is not home. It irks him if we leave the lights on when we’re not home. It’s the small things I miss about him. I miss him, placing a napkin over my lap and cutting up my steak and opening up my water bottle before giving it to me. He always took care of me in small ways.
Removing my Vans, I place them in the closet and head upstairs to the bedroom. When I open the door, I glance around, and the bed is neatly clean, and a lot of my perfume bottles are still on the dresser. I head to the walk-in closet and most of my clothes are still in the same place, even the night gown Marla bought me is still there. I go back into the bedroom and inhale the heavy dose of his expensive cologne and bourbon. It smells like home. I head to the kitchen, pour myself a glass of water and down it. I whip out my phone from my pocket and tap the envelope button to see where he’s at and the front door opens.
A woman laughs, fills the manor and my heartbeat in anticipation. Has he moved on? Has he forgotten about me? My nightmare is becoming true. I feel sick to my stomach. I rush towards the foyer. Making sure my mind isn’t playing tricks on me. Devious is with some woman and she looks twice his age, but she’s still pretty. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back and she’s wearing a black suit. She pats him on the shoulder.
“So, when do you want me to start?” she says.
“As soon as possi—”
I clear my throat and they both turn to look at me. I glare at the woman and she does a double take. Devious stares at me with a surprise expression.
“Is this your
