Hey, everybody. First off, thank you for the reviews, they gave me life! I was so nervous about the last chapter, I mean, abortion is a touchy topic and I didn't want to offend anyone or kick up any controversy. And thank you for the additional alerts and favorites. It's nice to see new readers :)

Also, I wanted to correct something- the date of Jazmine and Caesar's wedding. I know that I mentioned in the first chapter that the wedding would be in four weeks. Now, when I wrote that, I wrote that thinking that this story would be a two-shot, with the second chapter fast forwarded a month to the wedding, but now, with the way this is going, that doesn't seem reasonable, or realistic, to me. So, for the sake of the story, let's pretend that I said the wedding is in two months in the first chapter and, at this point, it about six weeks away. Okay?

Disclaimer- Ya'll already know...

As the bright morning light streamed through cracked blinds and hit Jazmine's eyes, she winced, turning away for a few more minutes of uninterrupted sleep. But the sleep that she yearned for became elusive and Jazmine finally forced herself up, huffing and tugging off the slik scarf on her head as she did so. She vaguely noticed that the other side of the bed was empty and she knew that if she were more awake, she would appreciate that fact.

"Oh, you're awake."

Jazmine glanced up at Caesar, who was already dressed for work and fastening his royal blue tie, as he walked towards the bed. He cracked a brilliant smile at the sight of her and Jazmine didn't know if she should be flattered or worried because she couldn't remember the last time she woke up to Caesar being in a good mood. After a split second of debate, Jazmine decided on the former, shooting Ceasar a small, but tired smile. "Good morning."

Caesar walked over to Jazmine's side of the bed and placed a quick kiss to her temple, before sitting down on the edge next to her. Ceasar's smile was quickly replaced by a look of concern, his hand falling heavily on Jazmine's sheet covered ankle, as he asked, "How you feelin', babe?"

Jazmine almost screwed her face into a mask of confusion before she remembered. Right. She had walked into the house the night before after leaving Huey's house (she tried not to think of how mad Caesar would get if he ever found out about that) feigning some type of sickness and crawling into bed before he could see the guilt that she knew was written all over her face. "Fine."

"You sure, J?", Caesar pressed the back of his cold hand to Jazmine's forehead. The tenderness of the act surprised Jazmine even though she knew that it shouldn't have. That was one thing that Jazmine could never understand about Caesar. He had a Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde type of personality where on some days he was full of misdirected anger towards her and on others he was kind, and attentive, and sweet, even. Jazmine told herself that she would enjoy Dr. Jeckyll for as long as he was around because he was a hell of a lot better than Mr. Hyde. "You didn't look good last night."

Jazmine managed a small smile. "Baby, I'm fine. Don't worry, it was nothing."

Caesar looked dubious, but didn't press the issue, something that Jazmine was thankful for. "Alright. Do you have to work today?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Caesar began to trace small circles on the bed, his gaze diverted away from Jazmine's. He looked hesitant, nervous almost, something that Jazmine thought strange what with Caesar's confident attitude. It was a sight that she wasn't used to seeing. ''I was, uh, wondering if you wanted to go out for lunch today."

Jazmine couldn't refrain from quirking an eyebrow. He was just full of surprises and it wasn't even eight in the morning yet. "Like, together, just you and me?"

There it was again, Caesar's bright smile stretching across his handsome face as he chuckled, his dark brown eyes shining. Jazmine thought that if she could have Caesar like this all day, every day, she might be happy. "Yeah, together, you and me. Unless you don't want to..."

"No, no, I do! That would be nice." For some reason, at that moment, Caesar's attitude suddenly made her want to try harder, to put some effort into making their relationship the way that it used to be. The bad thing about it was that Jazmine couldn't decide if she genuinely wanted to or if it was because she could still feel the imprint of Huey's soft lips working their way up the sensitive column of her kneck and the tingling touch of his hands on her waist from the night before.

"Great. Look, I gotta get going," Caesar rose from the bed, placing another kiss to Jazmine's lips and pushing a stray, wild curl behind her ear, "but I'll see you later, okay?"

"Yeah, have a good day." Jazmine watched Caesar walk away from her and out the room. Upon hearing the front door slam closed about a minute later, she flopped onto her back, her gaze stuck on the stationary fan above her. She only stayed like that for a short moment before she staggered out of the messy bed, deciding to get ready for work even though she didn't need to be there for another two hours. With the silence now filling the apartment, she needed something to distract her from her thoughts and a shower, she figured, would do just that.

"Riley, I have to go!"

"Just one more, bae, come 'ere." Riley pulled Sherise by one of the belt loops on her skinny jeans, bringing her flush to him and thoroughly kissing her, his hands roaming over backside, not letting up until they were both short on breath. Riley smirked smugly as Sherise pulled away from him, a blush lightly coloring her pretty face. "Now you can go."

Sherise smiled shyly, but rolled her eyes, as she reached for the doorknob and pulled open the door. She started at the sight of Cindy on the other side, who stood with her hand raised as though she were just about to knock. Riley, stopping in his tracks, blanched at the sight of her. Oh, shit. He couldn't help but feel like he had just gotten caught with his hands in the cookie jar- well, Sherise's cookie jar.

"Oh! Hi!", Sherise said, as nice as ever, shooting Cindy a charming smile and snapping Riley out of whatever trance he was in. He watched Cindy smile back, fakely, but Sherise couldn't tell the difference. She didn't say anything and Riley could tell that it was because she was trying to hold back any smartass comments. He needed to say something, quick.

"Uh," Riley reached a hand up to scratch at his braids (oh yeah, he definitely needed to holler at that heifer Jazmine. That ho wasn't gonna get away with not hooking his hair up after he did her a favor. She was gon' pay what she owed.), "Sherise, dis my homegirl Cindy dat I was tellin' you 'bout."

Riley saw Cindy lift an eyebrow and shoot him a questioning glance. He shot her a look that said, ''Yeah, bitch, I mentioned yo' ass here and there. What about it?" Riley earned a quick eyeroll.

Sherise seemed to be oblivious to the silent conversation taking place between the two others as she said, "Oh, right! It's so nice to meet you. Riley's told me a lot about you."

"It's nice to meet you, too." If Riley hadn't known Cindy the way that he did, he probably would have thought that she was being sincere.

Sherise turned back to Riley, saying, "I'll see you later?"

"You know it." With a small wave, and yet another smile towards Cindy, Sherise walked away, making her way towards the staircase at the end of the hall. It wasn't until the sight of her long, black, swishing ponytail vanished from view that anything was said between Riley and Cindy.

"Well, ain't she cute?", Cindy said, sarcasm dripping from her sickly sweet voice. With her pursed lips, crossed arms, and icy blue eyes it was a sharp contrast.

Here she go...

"Aw, don't start dat bullshit, Cindy. Not today," Riley said turning on his heel and walking back into the apartment he shared with Hiro.

Cindy entered behind him, shutting the door as she did so and wrinkling her nose at the sight that greeted her. She sidestepped an empty beer bottle. Didn't these fools know about picking up after themselves? "Whatchu mean? I ain't say nothin'."

Riley rolled his eyes at the blonde. Her eyes were green and not because she had been eating vegetables. As much as Cindy hated for Riley to get jealous, he knew that she could get that way, too. She just hid her jealousy in slick comments and an aloof attitude. "Nah, you ain't say nothin' but that don't mean you don't want to."

Cindy didn't admit that what Riley was saying might have been true as she pushed a stack of textbooks over to the other side of the sofa. "So how long you two been...together?"

Riley gave Cindy a look of disbelief. Her ass couldn't be serious right now. Riley popped his teeth. "Come on, C. It ain't even dat deep. Me an' her is just...chillin'."

"Right." Just chillin'. Everybody knew that just chillin' was never as simple as Riley tried to make it out to be.

Riley glared at Cindy, but, for once, bit his tongue. This wasn't worth getting into an argument about seeing how he wasn't even her nigga and she was still fuckin' with that square ass dude Jamal. If Riley couldn't say shit about Cindy and Jamal, something she had made clear before her ass left him alone in that damn cafe almost two weeks ago, then who was she to say anything about his little thing with Sherise? Besides, Cindy knew what was up. She was who Riley wanted- he told her hard-headed ass that shit every chance he got- but her crazy ass refused to get with the program. Riley shook his head. These bitches be trippin'.

"Whateva. Look, I ain't 'bout to argue wit' yo' white ass today. I'm in too good of a mood. What you doin' over here so damn early anyway?"

"I don' know. I thought maybe we could hang out. Hit the basketball court or somethin'."

It wasn't until Cindy said that, that Riley noticed her attire for the first time. She was dressed in her basketball shorts and a hoodie, her long blonde hair in a single braid that sat over her shoulder. Cindy hardly wore her hair braided anymore (she told him some shit about it making her look like a little girl) so on the now rare occasion that she did, it made him smile. Riley screwed his features into a scowl after a short moment. Real niggas didn't smile.

"Shit, hell yeah. It's been a minute since I slayed yo' trash talkin' ass on the court."

Cindy jerked her head back, an affronted look on her face, before she fixed Riley with the stink eye. "Fool, please, somebody lied. Yo' ass got lucky that day. I was only off my game 'cause I had cramps."

Riley snorted. Getting Cindy to admit defeat was like pulling teeth. "Nigga, the score was twenty-one to nine. Yo' ass lost fair an' square."

"Well, I bet you it won't happen again. Now, would you bring yo' ass on?"

"So, the wedding's coming up. You excited?''

Jazmine played with the tip of the white straw that sat in her glass of water, taking the straw and poking at the ice cubes in it, as she schooled her face into a smile. "Yeah, I can't wait."

Lies, of course.

But as long as Caesar was trying, she would too.

Caesar returned her smile with a bright one of his own and grabbed Jazmine's left hand that had been resting on the table. She had to refrain from tugging it away at the touch of his cold fingers. "Hey, I wanted to ask you about something."

"What is it?"

''I was thinking that, uh, maybe we should give the couples' counseling that Reverend James suggested a try."

Jazmine regarded Caesar almost suspiciously as he waited patiently for her to respond. It struck her as strange that when the topic had first come up at the meeting a few months back with the Reverend, who would officiate their vows, Caesar had vehemently turned it down. Why the sudden change of heart?

Jazmine slid her hand out of Caesar's as she sat back in her chair. She saw something akin to hurt flash quickly across Caesar's face before it was gone in a flash making her wonder if she had just imagined it. She let her fingers run over the prongs of her fork, faintly wondering where the waitress was, before saying, "I didn't think that you wanted to do that."

Caesar shrugged lightly. "I do now."

Jazmine bit her lip, running a hand through her long curly hair. Counseling, in order for it to work, would require that they be completely open and truthful with one another. Half of the time, she couldn't even be truthful with herself when it came to her feelings, how was she supposed to do that with Caesar?

"Um, I don't know, I-"

Jazmine stopped when Caesar's phone began to vibrate and shrill loudly on the table, her gaze falling on the offensive object. She watched Caesar, with an irritated eye roll heavenward, snatch up the device, looking at the screen, and after a moment of internal debate with him glacing from the phone to her, a sigh fell from his lips. "Shit. J, look, I gotta take this. I'll be right back."

Really?

Jazmine, with a frown attatched to her face, watched as Caesar quickly arose from the seat across from her, his cell phone glued to his ear. She wondered briefly who it was that Caesar was talking to and considered asking when Caesar returned to the table, but she dismissed the idea as quickly as it came. Jazmine couldn't find it in herself to care.

Her green eyes scanned the restaurant, glancing at the few other patrons having lunch. She caught sight of a blonde haired boy a few tables away, who couldn't have been much older than one or two years old, gaping at her with wide, blue eyes, his little body turned around fully in his booster seat to do so. Jazmine found herself smiling at the toddler as she lifted her hand in a small wave. He let loose a loud, joyful shriek of laughter before turning away, his little hands hiding his face. It wasn't long before the boy was at it again, staring at her and then giggling uncontrollably and shielding his face bashfully when Jazmine made a funny face. A moment later a woman that looked to be a few years older than herself, who Jazmine guessed was the small boy's mother, shot her an apologetic smile and turned the boy around so that he was sitting in his seat properly. The sight of the mother fussing over the boy made Jazmine sigh, feeling a dull ache in her chest from an old wound that she didn't think would ever quite heal. She had almost had that, but what did she do? She ran.

At that moment Caesar finally returned to the table, looking stressed, his jaw clenching with a frown etched onto his face.

"What's wrong?"

Caesar looked at Jazmine regretfully. "That was work. I have to go, babe. I'm sorry."

''Seriously?'' Jazmine asked plainly.

''I know, J, but it's important," Caesar reached into his pocket for his wallet and fished out what he knew would be enough to cover the check. Caesar moved to place a kiss to Jazmine's lips but ended up pressing one on her cheek when she turned her head to the side. Caesar rolled his brown eyes. ''Come on, J, don't be like that.''

''I'm fine. You should go. You know, since work is so important.''

Jazmine saw Caesar narrow his eyes at the shade that she threw him. Any other time the look that he wore would have filled her with trepidation, making her tread lightly, but now she was just tired, too ready to wave that white flag only a few hours into her promise of trying harder at their sham of a relationship.

''I'll see you tonight?''

Jazmine looked at Caesar, seeing the way that his eyes bore into her own letting her know that his statement was less of a question and more of a demand. He would see her when he stepped foot into their apartment and if not...well, there would be a lot of unpleasantness.

''Yeah.''

Jazmine watched her fiance walk away from her until he was out of the door. She shook her head. It seemed like she was back to dealing with the inconsiderate Caesar, a far cry from the sweet, attentive one that morning. She didn't know why she was so disappointed. There was a part of her that screamed 'I told you so.'

Suddenly without an appetite and not wanting to sit alone any longer, Jazmine reached inside of her purse and into her wallet to tip the waitress because she knew that Caesar had only left enough to cover the bill. She stood a short moment later and, after pushing in her chair, walked out of the restaurant, her head held high and her gaze trained on the door away from the sympathetic, almost pitying eyes of the young mother with the blonde haired baby on the other side of the restaurant.

"Ah, hell nah! Fuck dat!"

Cindy kicked the worn basketball sending it crashing into the rusty wire fence that closed off the basketball court from the rest of the park. She spun around, her long, blonde braid whipping in the air and pointed at Riley, who was at the three point line doing some type of celebratory dance. Or having a seizure, but Cindy didn't really know or care. "Nigga, you cheated!"

Riley abruptly paused in his movements, something Cindy was glad for because she didn't know how long she could look at him do that and not start laughing. Which she didn't want to do. She was mad at his ass. "Da fuck you mean I 'cheated'?

"I'm talkin' 'bout dat wack ass move you pulled. You did dat shit to throw me off my game!"

Riley rolled his eyes. It wasn't his fault that when Cindy had her ass (Riley bit the inside of his cheek to keep from cheesing. Ooh lawd, dat ass!) all over him trying to keep the ball away, that he sorta-kinda-accidentally-on purpose let his hands get a handful of her backside. The blonde had gone stock still, letting Riley swoop down, steal the ball and shoot the winning shot. Shit, it served her ass right. She couldn't be backin' it up on a nigga like that and not expect him to react in some type of way. Did Cindy want him to fuck her on this basketball court? "I'on know whatchu talkin' 'bout, dude. You lost fair an' square, so deal wit' it."

Cindy's blue eyes formed slits as she glared at Riley. Lyin' ass nigga. He knew what he was doing. Turning away from him and his lively rendition of "Niggas In Paris'', she said, "Whateva, Riley. Where da hell is my gatorade?"

"Somebody mad."

"Shut up, cheater."

Riley pursed his lips, but said nothing. It was whatever anyway; Cindy wouldn't stay mad at him for too long. He swiped at his brow and said, "Yo' you ready to dip? I wanna hit up da corner store."

"Yeah, let's go." Cindy reached up and snatched down the hoodie that she had taken off and hung over the short fence sometime during their game. Once she tugged it on over her black tank top, she kicked the basketball Riley's way, who stooped down to pick it up. As they walked side by side, the sound of their feet and the ball hitting the pavement as Riley repeatedly bounced it was the only sound between them, until they reached the store, Riley letting Cindy walk in ahead of him. Riley went to the back of the tiny, cramped store, picking up a bottle of water and a Gatorade for Cindy. He was considering it an apology for his 'cheating' as she liked to call it.

Riley reached the front of the store where Cindy waited for him at the counter. He noticed the cashier, a guy he called Iggy simply because he couldn't pronounce his real name, gaze lasciviously at Cindy, and at that moment, even though he was cool with Iggy, Riley wanted nothing more than to reach over the counter and pop him one good time in the mouth.

''Yo, buy me some Skittles,'' Cindy said, her voice pulling Riley away from his threatening thoughts.

Riley shot Cindy a wildly incredulous look. ''Girl, please, you da rich one. If anybody should be payin' for anything it's yo' in the top one percent ass.''

Cindy rolled her blue eyes. This nigga...''You know what, I'll buy my own shit. And you better not ask for none of it.''

''Do you, boo boo,'' Riley said in voice that mimicked Kevin Hart, making Cindy jab him lightly in the upper arm. As Riley paid for his things, he shot Cindy a smile that made her melt. ''Girl, you betta chill. You know you don't want dese hands.''

Cindy smiled back, ''You ain't 'bout dat life, Reezy.''

''Yeah, okay.'' Riley snatched his bag away from Iggy, daring him to shoot Cindy another look. ''Come on,'' Riley ushered Cindy out of the store, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back.

Cindy rolled her eyes. Although it felt nice to have him doing so, she didn't need Riley jumping up to defend her honor every time some guy let his eyes wander.

''Here,'' Riley tossed Cindy her Gatorade, ''I'm sorry for cheatin' even though it wasn't cheatin' 'cause I was already slayin' yo' ass.''

Cindy glared at Riley. Unfortunately, she knew that that was as close to an apology that Riley was going to get. How sad. ''Thanks.''

Riley slung an arm around Cindy's slim shoulders as they walked together and she pressed herself into his side, an unconscious and immediate reaction. ''You know you my girl, right?''

'My girl.' Cindy smiled, but refused to admit that she thought it had a nice ring to it, despite her reluctance to make it happen. ''Yeah, I know.''

Huey rolled his eyes toward the ceiling for what was probably the twentieth time in the last fifteen minutes since Stacy walked through his door, her incessant voice grating on his nerves. He figured that that was why she didn't have a man: she talked too damn much.

"...and then I was like 'bitch, say what?' And then she was like, 'Who da fuck you callin' a bitch?' So I was like-"

Huey, in a moment of despair, considered chopping off his ears or something. She just kept going, and going, and going. Huey inhaled and then, after counting slowly to ten, exhaled. With a newfound patience, Huey said, "Stace?''

The girl paused in her rant, her eyes falling on Huey for the first time during the entirety of their one-sided conversation, and placed a hand on her hip. "Huh?"

"Please...shut...the fuck...up."

Stacy immediately sucked her teeth, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring ferociously at Huey. She dropped the look, replacing it with a pout, when, after a moment, she noticed that he wasn't fazed in the slightest bit. "Why you gotta be so mean to me, Huey?"

Huey huffed. Sensitive ass.

"Fine. Can you please find something else to talk about? Or, here's an idea, just don't talk at all."

Stacy ignored the last part of Huey's statement, saying, "Okay, then. Who was that woman I saw you hangin' outside with yesterday?"

Huey wondered how she could have possibly seen him and Jazmine before remembering that the girl knew about anything and everything that happened in or around their building. He rolled his eyes, annoyance shining in them. Yesterday with Jazmine had been tense and overwhelming to say the least. And then Huey kissed her...he contemplated just how far Jazmine would have let him go if Caesar hadn't called. Probably not very far. Although Huey just knew that Jazmine didn't love Caesar, he also knew that she wouldn't do the man wrong. She was just too good of a person for that. Huey shot his neighbor a plain look. "I said find something else to talk about, not stick your nose in my business."

Stacy, undeterred in her mission for information, sidled up to Huey, who sat on the couch with his gaze turned to CNN, smiling sweetly. "Come on, Huey. You ain't gotta front with me. You my people. Besides, who am I gon' tell?"

"Nobody-"

"Exact-"

"- It's not like you got friends, anyway."

Stacy gasped loudly, hurt crossing her features and her head jerking backwards. "Nigga, I have friends!"

"Then why are you always over here, bothering me?"

"...We not talkin' 'bout me! We talkin' 'bout you and that girl. So, who is she?"

Huey eyed the ceiling. Would it be okay for him to ask God for the strength to deal with Stacy's prying ass even though he wasn't religious? Huey shook his head and looked back at Stacy. He didn't really want to tell her, but the girl was like a dog with a bone when she was being nosy. "Her name is Jazmine."

Stacy sat back on the couch, a thoughtful look on her face. "Hmm, she's real pretty. Are ya'll datin' or somethin'?"

"We used to."

Stacy side-eyed Huey, "That was your ex?"

"That's usually what 'we used to be together' means," Huey said, the sarcasm rolling off of his tongue easily.

Huey felt a light smack to his bicep. "Don't get smart with me. What are you doing talking to your- oh my goodness!" Stacy gasped loudly and pointed a finger at Huey, her eyes so big that for a second Huey thought that she resembled a red-headed Tracy Ellis Ross. "Ain't that the girl that you had just broken up with when you first moved in? The one that had you lookin' like a heartbroken fool for months? Wait-", Stacy studied Huey for a moment and waved a hand, "Never mind. You still look like that."

Huey sucked his teeth and stood from the couch. Her ass thought she was funny. "Stacy, get out."

"What? Why? Huey, I'm tryin' to help yo' ass.

"Sorry to tell you Stacy, but you aren't helping. Not at all," Huey walked over to the door and slided the chain, opening the door wide. "Bye, Stacy." You ain't gotta go home, but you need to get the hell up outta here.

Stacy pouted, dragging her feet as she walked slowly over to the door. Huey placed a hand on her cardigan covered back to help speed up the process of her getting out. Huey kicking Stacy out of his apartment was something that he did at least three times a week, so he didn't feel bad when she started up complaining about how she would be bored in her own place.

"Then go buy a damn cat, Stace. That should keep you occupied."

"Nigga, you know we can't have animals! And I'm allergic to cats!"

Huey groaned loudly. He couldn't believe that he had once considered going out with her annoying ass. "Then I guess yo' ass is gonna be bored and lonely, huh? Go, home Stacy."

Huey quickly shut the door in his neighbor's face and turned the lock. He could practically feel Stacy glaring at the door, her arms crossed, and her lips in a pout. Too bad he didn't care.

"You get on my nerves, Huey Freeman!"

Huey shook his head. These women be trippin'.

''What are you doing?''

''Kissing you.''

''Well, stop it.''

A sigh was heaved and then, a beat later, ''You know that you don't want me to.''

''This is wrong.''

''How?''

''Are you fucking- you know I'm getting married!''

''And? That's not happening for, what, another month and a half?''

''So what, Lena? Look, you said that it was important on the phone, that you had to tell me something. What do you want?''

''You.''

Caesar sighed heavily, leaning against the off-white painted wall of the hotel room, the same hotel room he had been in when he had tried to cut things off the week before, anger clawing at him. She just didn't know when to quit did she? His brown eyes studied her. With her naturally tanned skin and long, raven hair, his Latina coworker was beautiful, though she didn't hold a candle to what he had at home. And when Caesar thought that, it was usually followed by, 'Then what the fuck are you doing?' He could never figure it out. Was it the sex? Maybe, he and Jazmine hadn't been intimate in a while, but he was sure that was because he kept fucking up. Was he bored? Not really. Or was it simply because he liked to have his cake and eat it, too? ''That's not possible, Lena, and you know it.''

Lena crossed her arms, glaring harshly. ''Why not?''

''Because...I love her.''

Lena smiled prettily, her head shaking as she walked slowly up to Caesar, stopping just a few inches shy of him. She played with his tie wondering if his girlfriend or whatever bought it for him. ''That would be sweet...if it were true.''

With a flare of anger, Caesar pushed the woman away from him, making her stumble a bit in her tall red stilettos. ''You don't know what the fuck you're talking about.''

Lena merely rolled her eyes and straightened out her black pencil skirt, realizing, with annoyance, that she wouldn't be getting anywhere with Caesar that night. Caesar was getting irritated, and she would hate for his anger to be directed at her the way she knew it was towards his girlfriend occasionally. ''Fine, maybe I don't, considering I'm on the outside looking in, but do you really think that she loves you? I mean look at the way that you treat her!'', Lena scoffed. ''It's sad really, the way that you've deluded yourself into thinking that despite everything you've done to her- the cheating, hitting, lying- that she still loves you unconditionally.''

Caesar stared at Lena, his handsome face devoid of any emotion to betray his wild thoughts. Of course Jazmine loved him. They had their disagreements, but at the end of the day, they loved each other and Caesar knew that for a fact. So to have Lena in front of him doubting their relationship filled him with a fury that made him want to lash out at something, anything.

With a long suffering sigh, Caesar moved away from Lena, running a hand through his shoulder length dreadlocks. He avoided her piercing gaze and held his tongue, choosing instead to snatch up his jacket from where it lay over the still neatly made bed, shrugging it on. He brushed past Lena on his way to the door, pushing away the hand that she reached out to grasp his hand.

''You know I'm right, Caesar.''

He paused, his hand on the handle of the door, as he considered Lena's taunting words. After a moment he quietly said, ''Lose my number, Lena.''

Caesar walked out of the room. No, Lena was wrong. Dead wrong.

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