"If we're saying 'no' to God, have we considered what we're saying 'yes' to?"
― Craig D. Lounsbrough
I needed the next three months to live practically rent-free and without the added stressor from Ms. Ella. I knew it was wrong to think of the old landlord's health condition as Karma. The help of the insurance policy, finally paying out, helped me from having my life further spiral out of control.
Knock Knock Knock.
I answered my apartment door. I was surprised to see him standing there.
"What's going on?" He had asked me.
"What do you mean?"
"You paid the rent for this month."
"Problem?"
"On time."
"Make sure your mother knows that."
"Why?"
"Maybe it will help with her rehab?"
"Not what I am asking. Why did you pay it on time?"
"Because it was due."
"It was due for the last four months."
"If it wasn't transactional I would almost agree with you."
"What the fuck is going on, Michonne?"
"I'm not sure, Rick. You are the one at my door as if I owe you something."
"You do. An explanation."
"Regarding?"
"I'm sticking my neck out." He spoke through clenched teeth.
"Not sure why then or now. Especially with an annoying ass Fiancee who is bound to put two and two together. All she has to do is stop for a long enough second between flower arrangements and invitation RSVP-"
"Why, do you plan to tell?"
"No. You will." I tried to close the door right in his face, but he had stopped it from happening.
Rick had grabbed me as he stepped quickly over the threshold, kicking the door with the back of his foot. His mouth was over mine, taking away my breath and any rational thought. We bypassed the couch. My bed is where we landed, spending a considerable amount of time kissing while feverishly fucking each other recklessly.